The forms of all living things are experiencing temporary residence, circulation, and rebirth, and they merge with each other. Above everything and under the dome, there is a thin, illusory, but unquestionable existence, like a layer of mist, and like a On the transparent water surface, everything precious and sacred emerges in the past, present and future.
In the face of many illusions, temptations, and traps, the meaning of life is obscured. From then on, the revelation of intelligent life cannot be found.
On the train to Yunzhong Temple.
Luo Fei was playing an indescribable game on his mobile phone.
Wang Wei stood up and stretched, looked at Luo Fei's mobile phone, and said with a smile: "This hobby hasn't changed yet."
Luo Fei smiled and said: "Comrade police, if I said this is a casual healing game, would you believe it?"
Wang Wei smiled and shook his head. He walked to the car window, looked at the speeding scene outside the window, and said: "In a few years, the city where Fang Shiyi is located will be rated as the area with the best security in the country."
"Why?" Luo Fei asked.
"And he will make an indelible contribution to this. Because he was arrested." Wang Wei replied.
"Brother Wang, you are so funny!" Luo Fei laughed and said, "Fang Shiyi will always catch him, this kid can't escape."
Wang Wei nodded slightly.
Luo Fei turned around and said: "The old childhood story you mentioned yesterday, I also had something from my childhood, but I was too young at the time and really didn't know anything about it. When I grew up, no one mentioned it."
"Tell me about it." Wang Wei said.
"When my grandma went to the funeral, twelve people carried the coffin and it was calm. When my grandpa went to the funeral, the village summoned 64 laborers to help, but something happened still." Luo Fei frowned and said.
"What happened?" Wang Wei asked.
Luo Fei replied: "A dozen people suddenly twitched to the ground, and the coffin collapsed."
"A dozen people convulsed and fell to the ground?" Wang Wei repeated, and then asked: "Were they poisoned?"
"Maybe, but it was said to be a curse at the time, but no one died later and the matter was settled. I was too young at the time and didn't delve into it," Luo Fei replied.
Wang Wei nodded slightly and said: "Another mystery that has been lost in the dust of history." But he said in his heart: Hum, it's that kind of poison again.
the other side.
In the wooden house on Yunzhong Mountain.
Ye Yun and Mu Siyao were sitting on the sofa watching TV.
"It would be great if I could stay like this with you forever." Mu Siyao said affectionately.
"I think so too."
Mu Siyao asked: "How long do you think we can live? Will we get tired of it?"
"Destiny is determined by fate. Do you know how to divide life span?" Ye Yun asked rhetorically.
Mu Siyao shook his head slightly: "Tell me about it."
Ye Yun said with a hum.
"One method of dividing life span is based on counting twelve years. Ancient people called twelve years a period. How did this come about? There are five stars in the sky and five elements on the earth. It is mainly based on the observation of celestial phenomena. The moon revolves around the earth. The circle is close to the lunar month. It takes one year for the earth to go around the sun. It takes about twelve years for Jupiter (the year star) to go around the sun. Modern people call twelve years a cycle;
The ancients also divided twelve years into one; a twelve-year-old is a twelve-year-old, and a twelve-year-old woman in ancient times is called the year of the golden hairpin. In the Dream of Red Mansions, the twelve-year-old golden hairpin mainly refers to girls of this age group; two twelve-year-olds are called the golden hairpin years. If you have not lived beyond this age, you will be called premature; three twelves are thirty-six years old, standing at thirty, and no confusion at forty; four twelves are forty-eight years old, close to half a hundred at this time, Children will grow up and have successful careers. However, the average life span of ancient people was more than forty years old, so fifty years old was considered a life and death threshold;
Five twelves are sixty years old, the year of sixty. Death at this time can be regarded as the old age, and one is considered to have a long life. There is also a folk saying that one's fortune is not counted after sixty years old; six twelves are seventy-two years old, which is considered ancient and rare. Years, the average life span of people now is more than seventy; seven twelve is eighty-four years, the age of an old man. Folk saying goes: Seventy-three or eighty-four, the king of hell will go alone without inviting him; Confucius lived seventy At the age of three, Mencius lived to be eighty-four years old; therefore, he would be considered respectable if he lived for seven twelve years. Further up, eight twelves, one reaches ninety-six years old; nine twelves, one hundred and eight years old; ten twelves, one hundred and twenty years old. This time is called Shangshou, and it is also called Tiannian. "
Mu Siyao was listening and thinking, "We have survived twice, how about staying together for fifty years?"
"That depends on luck." Ye Yun said.
"We will be very lucky, right?" Mu Siyao stared at Ye Yun.
"There were four hundred and twenty-two emperors in ancient times, with an average lifespan of thirty-nine years. The youngest one was an emperor from the Eastern Han Dynasty who died at the age of one and reigned for eight months. The longest-lived emperor in Chinese history was Qianlong, who lived for eight months. Nineteen years old, reigning for sixty-three years.”
Mu Siyao smiled and said, "Hehe, I heard that Qianlong is very astringent."
"Hehe, you're a man." Ye Yun smiled.
He turned around and said: "There is another way to divide life into thirty thousand days. One ten thousand day is twenty-seven years, which is used for learning and growth. Modern people start to get married and start a business at the age of twenty-seven. Two ten thousand days and twenty thousand days. , nearly fifty-five years, spent working and struggling, and the third ten thousand days, spent enjoying life, until eighty-two years."
"Okay, okay!" Mu Siyao said repeatedly: "We will live together for thirty thousand days!"
The two kissed each other, the sun was quiet and warm, the breeze was soft, the mountains and rivers were full of tenderness, the clouds were hazy and the mountains were misty, the sky was blue, the clouds were pure white and flawless, and as the eyes wandered, it was full of hope for the years.
