What year is it today?
This sentence really woke up the dreamer. Regarding the year, this topic is like He Tianran forgetting the memories related to his family in the future. If no one deliberately mentioned it, or there was no strong explicit guidance, he would not be able to notice this at all. a little.
It's funny to say that I have traveled to twelve years in the future, but I don't know which year it was, and I have never cared about it.
Wen Liang traveled through time last year, and that prank should have happened last year, but which year was last year?
New game trailers and announced movies only indicate that they will be released or released on a certain month and day in a few years. The post-00s generation has become a collective name for their generation. Going forward, it is the 1990s, 1980s, and 1970s. Zero, in this world and society, everyone seems to have agreed upon it, and no one will bother with the specific number.
After the Year of the Ox, it’s the Year of the Tiger, and after the Year of the Tiger, it’s the Year of the Rabbit. They come around every twelve years. Even the ID card doesn’t have the details of the year.
Everything seemed normal, as if it had always been the way it was, as if it should be the way it should be.
When the concept of time becomes blurred, can the so-called "time travel" really be called "time travel"?
If the scale of time can be forgotten and ignored, then is the "real" world we live in now really "reality"?
He Tianran didn't know, because he was born in such a world, year after year.
But at this moment, he really felt a sense of disobedience from the bottom of his heart, thinking that this was wrong and illogical.
Perhaps, it really corresponds to the verse: All appearances are false, and all conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed in this way.
Perhaps, the initial Wenliang had told her the answer a long time ago. What happened in reality was just as she said. Time travel was fake, rebirth was fake, it was fake that someone would love her, and it was fake that she learned to love others. , In fact, He Tianran has died a long time ago, and everything he encounters now is just a waste of life on his deathbed, an extravagant obsession that cannot be obtained.
All kinds of delusional thoughts in He Tianran's mind were like tangled knots. They were woven into a web and wrapped around his sanity, making He Tianran couldn't help but doubt everything...
What is this weird space that exists when time is blurred?
Hell?
However, the texture of the paper brought by the fingertips brushing the pages of the book, the clear interlaced wrinkles on the back of the hand and the blood vessels gradually turning blue due to excitement, the temperature brought by the autumn wind sweeping over the ears, the rustling of the yellow leaves in the mountains, Are the five senses and six consciousnesses brought about by the eyes, ears, mouth, nose, tongue, body, and mind, and what I have seen and heard over the years, all false?
He Tianran smiled.
He grinned and huffed, laughing silently.
What reality and illusion, what hell and heaven.
These are really not important to him. After two time travels, he has more memories of most of his life in his mind. He no longer cares about where he is now. He is not a Buddha who has seen through life and death. He is just a human being. An ordinary person tormented by seven emotions and six desires, entangled by cause and effect...
"That mage...where is he?"
He Tianran maintained his only trace of reason and asked questions deeply.
The young monk chanted the Buddha's name and said, "Master said that he would wait for you where he first saw you."
He Tianran looked at the solemn Ksitigarbha Hall, "Is he in the hall?"
The little monk shook his head and repeated: "He said he would wait for you where he first met you."
The man withdrew his gaze, already thinking about it.
He turned around and was about to leave, but the young monk behind him stopped him again: "Donor He, if you don't come into the hall, Master has one more thing to say, let me bring it to you..."
"What?"
"Women are greedy for love, men are greedy for life."
"..."
He Tianran suddenly stopped. After experiencing the turmoil in his heart, his eyes were gray and his face gradually became calm. He did not ask about the meaning of these eight words, but said calmly:
"Little master, may I ask, what is the name of that mage?"
The young monk put his hands together and said respectfully:
"My master took refuge in the Three Jewels. Although the lay name has long been abandoned, he still uses the word 'natural' as his dharma name."
While the little monk said these words, a figure passed by the two of them with a breeze. He Tianran looked at it with surprise, only the figure of the man's back was in his eyes, and he did not dare to move any further!
The man didn't walk fast, and each step was a little heavy. He walked up the steps step by step, and paused briefly in front of the Buddhist hall. Finally, he raised his feet, crossed the threshold of the hall, and placed himself in the Ksitigarbha. Below, in the center of the Buddhist hall, and then suddenly looked back...
It was a calm face exactly like He Tianran's at the moment.
Two He Tianran, one in front of the Buddha and the other outside the temple, suddenly there was no sound between heaven and earth. They just looked at each other from a distance, as if they could read the inner meaning in each other's eyes. Silently shouting and praying——
"Come in."
"go out."
This is another choice that belongs to He Tianran.
In other words, this is another ending that his life should have.
However, He Tianran, who was standing outside the hall, was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he turned around and chose to go in the opposite direction from the way he came from, and gradually walked further and further away.
…
…
The point of the first meeting is not the location, but the first time.
However, this first time corresponds to different times in different world lines. He Tianran has seen the mage once in the past and in the future, but at this moment, he can't find it.
"The magic number is natural...that mage...could he be himself in another timeline?"
The two times he traveled through time and space relied on the Buddhist beads given by the mage. Now he used the words of the young monk to remind himself of this dream-like mirage of time. Although He Tianran asked himself, But I have already seen some clues in my heart.
Since the Buddha beads have been thrown into the lead washing pool by Cao Aiqing, there is only one way to travel through time again.
He Tianran stood in a long pavilion outside the mountain, looking at the abyss. The mountain wind was whistling at his feet. They were carrying the vicissitudes of the mountain vegetation, turning into endless sorrow and rolling towards his face, blowing the corners of the young man's clothes and caressing the boy's brows. , raising the tips of the man's hair.
The past and the present, the present and the future, two time travels, a good life and a bad life, a memory of nearly fifty years of life, seventy-two times of drawing the ground as a prison, the painful contradictions and repeated trade-offs in the heart, the changes in beliefs and The changes in human nature and so on seem to be blended into one place, and only then can the current He Tianran be embodied.
In fact, He Tianran had already realized something long after the two memories merged and after embracing Wen Liang that night...
Since returning from military training, he has spoken less and less, and has become more and more unfamiliar with himself. Under the appearance of a young man, there is a heart that is getting older. He is like a rickety old horse. Wen Liang's infatuation and paranoia, and Ai Qing's lingering and temptation, were crazily compressed into two whips in a very short period of time, lashing his spirit that was on the verge of collapse all the time, urging him to rush to the next crossroads. mouth.
But this is not their fault, this is what they should do and bear.
But now, this ignorant old horse doesn't want to go anymore.
Because he seemed to notice that there was no light ahead.
When daily life becomes impermanent and concreteness is just an illusion, then no matter what he chooses, it will be wrong.
He Tianran's guilt for Cao Aiqing is much heavier than anyone imagined. Now he can no longer respond wholeheartedly to Wen Liang's love for him. As a result, the two have worked hard to be together, and they have What's the point?
Such a self is not worthy of the love of any of them.
He was very aware of this throughout.
"...If you jump from here, will everything return to where it started?"
Standing on the edge of the cliff, He Tianran looked down at the abyss below. The height of the wall, the jagged rocks at the foot of the cliff, and the unparalleled sense of suspension coming from the soles of his feet made his legs shake unconsciously. There was a swing.
Women are greedy for love, men are greedy for life.
Of course He Tianran was afraid of death, and he was terribly afraid.
At this moment, all kinds of flashing thoughts and excuses came to his mind one after another...
What if this world is real?
What if we jumped from here and ended instead of starting over?
The fear of death gradually occupied his spiritual high ground. He Tianran took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Just when he was about to make a decision, in addition to hearing his own rapid heartbeat, he suddenly heard another sound in his ears. A sound...
Drip, drip, drip...
This is the sound of a clock turning.
He opened his eyes and slowly took out something from his coat pocket...
That was the pocket watch given to him by Cao Aiqing.
He Tianran has been carrying this thing with him since the two established their relationship.
He opened the cover of the watch and watched the seconds of the pocket watch dragging the minute and hour hands forward stubbornly. They overlapped and separated again and again...
He Tianran's eyes seemed to have thought of something, and they regained some of their energy as every minute passed.
"You have stepped on the threshold and are only one step away from liberation. Now you will enter the pure land and retreat to the mortal world. Why are you still hesitant and unwilling to end it?"
Suddenly, a foreign voice seemed to come from all directions. He Tianran quickly closed the watch cover in his hand. The cliff scenery in front of him suddenly began to twist and change. In this breath, he returned to the front of the Ksitigarbha Hall again. When he was stunned, he found that one of his feet had already stepped on the threshold of the Buddhist temple!
It turned out that no matter whether he entered the palace or went to the pavilion, even though the directions were different, the purpose was the same.
He wanted relief.
He Tianran put the pocket watch back into his pocket and chuckled bitterly: "Jumping off the cliff to pieces, entering the temple and becoming a Buddha immediately, there is actually no difference. They are all just avoiding problems."
In the hall, the old monk sitting upright smiled kindly and said, "Are you still afraid of death? Maybe if you come into the hall, I can give you another chance to return everything to its original state."
He Tianran nodded, shook his head, and finally waved his hand.
The old monk said with a sharp edge: "If you just stand at the door, your relationship with the Buddha will be over."
He Tianran calmly resolved: "My face is full of anger now. I want to seek relief, but I can't get relief. I can't get in or get out. It's just right."
"Don't you plan to go back again? If you don't get involved in this karma from the beginning, you and they will be much more comfortable."
He Tianran thought for a moment after hearing this: "Actually, that's what I was thinking at the last moment, but I changed my mind again, whether it is to sink into reincarnation, or to enter this maze called life, whether it is through death , or am I asking for the mercy of Weili? What I am looking for is always the exit, not the entrance. Is it putting the cart before the horse by sending me back?
Ai Qing said that she had no mistakes in her youth, so she didn’t need correction fluid. She was braver than me, so I had to correct my own ideas. It didn’t matter if I wrote the wrong word in the article. Who else had the ability to give it to me except myself? What about scoring your life? In the final analysis, it is better to go through it all in one breath, and then end it calmly at the end after flowing freely and freely. "
The old monk smiled, looked at the young man at the door, and uttered one word:
"good."
"I was outside the temple just now and saw another version of myself walking into the temple. What was that?"
"Causation in previous lives."
He Tianran smiled again and asked: "Then what would happen if I really jumped off the cliff just now?"
"You have jumped down three times and entered the temple twelve times."
He Tianran was slightly stunned and said softly: "Then I think, these fifteen times, it is not the ending I want..."
The old monk sat there and the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, shook his head and said: "There is no right or wrong in any choice. It is nothing more than gaining wisdom to gain wisdom, alms for alms, burning incense for burning incense, and zazen for zazen."
He Tianran was silent for a long time after hearing this, "Can you tell me what will happen in the future?"
"Which part do you want to hear?"
"...I want to listen to you."
"Amitabha……"
The old monk clasped his hands together and looked directly at He Tianran. The next second, the young man's body suddenly twitched, and the severe pain made him scream. His knees softened and he fell to his knees. In his mind, Countless unfamiliar pictures appeared one after another——
In that future, Wang Ma will die of a heart disease inherited from her family, and her death means that the only bridge between herself and her family has collapsed. At her funeral, she and He Panshan had a big fight. , and then the relationship with his relatives completely broke off, and he lived a life of confusion until he was thirty-one years old.
During this period, he still plotted against Wen Liang, taking advantage of her guilt towards him to make her care about him, sympathize with him, and gradually get closer to each other. As for Ai Qing, he knew that they were no longer destined for each other, but he still had wishful thinking and even went so far as to be pathological. The situation changed from a victim to a bully, secretly fanning the flames and controlling her life, thinking that everything he did was for her own good.
The difference is that without the bright boy appearing in the sky, everything becomes darker.
There is no one called "Picking Up All the Cold Boughs and Reluctant to Rest on them". There is only one script called "I Have Something to Think About Far Away", but due to lack of funds, it has been unable to be launched.
Regarding the ending of the script, I changed the draft three times and was still unable to write it. This is because when Wen Liang was attacked by the entire Internet, she stood up as a victim and said that there was no evidence of bullying in her school days. It was a fiction. Now that I have written a script, I have to tell everyone that it is based on personal experience. This is really full of black humor...
If the script could be filmed, this would have been the best revenge for Wen Liang's prank, but he hesitated.
Although he repeatedly denied it in his heart, the fact was that he had indeed fallen in love with Wen Liang again in these years.
How to modify the story content while retaining the structure of the script has become the top priority. I am still running between major film and television companies and investors. I have submitted the script countless times, but in the end it got stuck at the ending, and something unexpected happened. , also happened at this time...
Because an early version of the script was leaked, the film was confirmed to be released soon. The most ridiculous thing is that they even forcibly combined the roles of the two heroines in the story into one!
Seeing that his hard work had been stolen, and even the title of the play had not been changed, he became furious and was about to launch a plagiarism lawsuit. At this moment, the sad news of Cao Aiqing's death came...
(End of chapter)
