Some people say that children are God’s most perfect and greatest masterpiece.
Xia Weiran: The teacher told me there is no God!
Human creativity is reflected in the fact that people can use a variety of unique words and create beautiful poems based on them to praise everything they appreciate.
For example, stars, mountains and seas, insects, ants, dust, flowers, grass, humans and beasts.
When people sing praises, they often ignore the negative and ugly things, and rely on fantasy and ignorance to create a world of truth, goodness and beauty.
If you want to be a biological and legal adult, it is very simple. You only need to be 18 years old or above - or the age stipulated by the laws of the country for people in other countries - to be called an adult; but if you want to become a It is difficult to be an adult of psychological age and social significance who can think independently, make rational judgments, have a sense of responsibility, and take responsibility.
"Get it!" He knocked on Xia Weiran's head: "What are you thinking about?"
Xia Weiran came back to her senses, and the cries that had been selectively blocked rushed into her mind again. She shook her head: "It's nothing, let's go in."
After saying that, she knocked on the door hard: "Can I come in?"
Logically speaking, she should continue to wait until she gets permission from her master before going inside. But Yasuo, who had disappeared before, suddenly rushed out and ran straight into the courtyard. She was afraid that something would go wrong, so she followed closely.
At this time, the yard was in a mess, with several adults standing together. There were scattered peanuts, broken baskets, broken bamboo poles, etc. on the ground. There was also a tearful child lying on the ground, and his clothes were stained with dust.
"Wow wow wow!" The child was still crying.
Xia Weiran recognized it, this was Yongtai. Although his clothes have changed, his appearance has not changed.
"Yone!"
Yasuo's voice drowned out the "protagonist" voice in the yard at this time. The man who was standing behind everyone, as independent as a lone bamboo, suddenly trembled, and then froze upright.
"Yone!"
Yasuo didn't call him brother, but called Yongen by his first name. His words were filled with complaints: "Why, why don't you go find me!"
Xia Weiran thought in his heart, you were the one who killed Yong En! Why would he go back to find you? Avenge a murder?
But when his eyes touched Yasuo's face, he suddenly felt like he had lost the ability to speak.
Yasuo was crying.
Sometimes, silent tears touch the heart more directly than loud crying.
He is the prodigal son who wields his sword to the end of the world, the swordsman who talks about death and hangover. But at this moment, he was crying.
"Why don't you go find me?"
Yasuo said the same sentence again, and Xia Weiran heard it again, feeling filled with blood and tears, each word piercing his heart.
Yasuo wandered for many, many years. People thought he was looking for the truth, but the truth had been revealed to the world many years ago.
What he is looking for is the person who will sacrifice his life to make way for him before he clears his grievances.
"Yongen, do you know, I miss you so much!"
Brothers and sisters, the point of the sword is to use blood as a sacrifice, how unbearable is the love!
Fortunately, we finally met each other after traveling through mountains and rivers in our lifetime.
Yongen looked at Yasuo, his eyes fluctuating, as if hesitating and struggling. Finally, he let out a long sigh, put down all his emotions, and just said: "Silly boy, how many times have I told you to call me brother."
"Brother!" Yasuo immediately called out, tears falling down.
Xia Weiran suddenly felt goosebumps all over the floor: This is Yasuo! There is such a plot, it’s too “character-breaking”, right?
However, at this time, don’t worry about the character! She looked at the brothers with a smile: That's great.
