Bai Fumei and I's Wilderness Survival

Watching others fall into the dust, watching others slump, you take these as the seasoning of your own life, right?How interesting!

I don't want to do this either, who wants to do this!I don't want to be born disabled, so who can I blame?Who should I go to?

I tried!But who knows?Who saw it? "

Yang Ping yelled a lot, which made Cao Wei stunned. He really didn't expect him to react like this.

He opened his mouth, perhaps because his brain was a little numb from the sharp and thin voice, Cao Wei didn't speak for a while.

He found that Yang Ping was crying.

It must be crying, anyway, the eyes are shining, and the fur around them is also darker.

"Are you sure, have you seen it clearly?"

Suddenly another voice came, Cao Wei suddenly turned his head, and saw Bai Su standing not far away, looking at Yang Ping indifferently.

Yang Ping's body was shocked again, he adjusted his mood after a while, and smiled at Bai Su: "I thought you just ran away."

"I didn't run away," Bai Su came over, "My mother didn't run away, neither did anyone - it was you who ran away."

Yang Ping's smile froze.

"Are you so embarrassed to say that no one understood you back then? What did you do when my mother came? Did you believe her? Did you let yourself go?"

Yang Ping didn't speak, and slowly closed his eyes amidst Bai Su's words.

"For so many years, you have been immersed in your own imagination," Bai Su seemed to have completely changed, and said to Yang Ping word by word, "You think you are miserable, of course that's all you can do Miserable—climbing up desperately to continue living, you have only done this kind of thing for so many years in this world."

Yang Ping's eyes moved, but he didn't open them. After a long while, he exhaled: "Illusion..."

"There's no need to enter the illusion." Bai Su interrupted him, and said a sentence without beginning or end, "Anyway, you are so smart, you can always survive."

Of course I can survive, it's not difficult to hold my breath——Yang Ping laughed a few times.

But all primates with a little intelligence, the first thing they pursue is food and clothing, that is, food and clothing, and when the pursuit of food and clothing is over, they start to seek spirituality.

From wanting to be full, to wanting to eat well, from wanting to survive, to wanting to live a good life.

Further up, I just want to be praised, want to fall in love with others, and so on.

Anyway, this kind of pursuit will never end. Thinking about it this way, all creatures seem to fall into endless pursuit, because there is no way to get satisfaction, so they have to work hard and run forward.

Unless he was a little bit confused—unless something dragged him out of that obsession.

A long time ago, Yang Ping actually had a chance to be dragged out.

But he didn't seize such an opportunity.

In fact, he can't be completely blamed, Yang Ping always thinks this way - if this opportunity comes a little earlier, it doesn't have to be too early, about a day ago?Or two days?If it had been before the last time he trusted someone anyway.

He might have put his hand on it.

Bai Su looked at Yang Ping for a moment, then turned to face Cao Wei: "Let's go."

Cao Wei was stunned for a while, his eyes turned around between the two of them, and he opened his mouth with some uncertainty: "Is it true that he is not allowed to enter the illusion again?"

There seemed to be something flashing in Bai Su's eyes, but he nodded the next moment, and said lightly, "It's not necessary."

Having said that, he turned and walked away.

Chapter 785 Entering the Illusion

"By the way," Cao Wei suddenly remembered something, and turned to look at Jiang Lai, "Since the bet expires again, can I change it?"

"nature."

"Yunxiang and the others, please guide them to the exit of the cave." Cao Wei left behind these words and followed Bai Su away.

Jiang Lai sighed, cast mana to send him out as Cao Wei said, and then looked at Yang Ping who hadn't opened his eyes yet.

"What about you? It's really nothing to do with you now, do you want to go?" Jiang Lai's tone was careless, he thought for a while, and then clicked his tongue again, "What a ghost, I've been tossing around for a while, Lao Tzu Just listen to other people's stories."

"You don't feel bad."

Yang Ping said in a hoarse voice, he originally wanted to say "Isn't this your own story too", but after thinking about it, he forgot - it was too literary and not very suitable for his temperament as a monster.

Perhaps because of the flashing memories, Yang Ping felt that the books he read a long time ago floated in front of him, so his mind suddenly became strange.

It's like coming back to life.

"Okay, okay!" Jiang Lai didn't deny it, but was very impatient.

Yang Ping suddenly opened his eyes and looked back at him: "Why don't you do me a favor?"

Jiang Lai had the word "roll" written on his face.

Yang Ping laughed a few times: "Oh, just read the whole story, and continue to bring me into the illusion."

Jiang Lai was very surprised when he heard the words, just now Yang Ping "struggled" for so long, wasn't it just to avoid "entering the illusion"?Why are you asking for it now?

"Yes, yes."

"Then trouble you to read another story," Yang Ping said, "but it's better to be a fantasy that I can control, that is, if I don't want to read it, I can come out."

"You treat me like a projector." Jiang Lai frowned.

"hurry up."

Yang Ping's voice was still very hoarse, but very soft, not so high-pitched - as if worn in the air, worn into the years.

"Put this story in half, and I'll tell the rest."

……

When Yang Ping got down from the tree, he felt that his whole body was about to fall apart again.

After the group of little monkeys carried him home, his father really cured himself, gave him good medicine, and hanged his life back, but after knowing that he would not die, he didn't care. others.

He didn't bandage his wounds, and didn't even give him any orders, such as not to bully him in the future.

In fact, Yang Ping has always been puzzled. It is obviously a matter of his father not to be bullied by others, but even such a sentence, his father is not willing to say it.

why?

Is he that unlikable?

Yang Ping continued to walk forward, and the pleasure brought by the handling of those miscellaneous monkeys was quickly blown away by the hot wind in the noon.