Siheyuan: Crossing the two worlds, if you don't obey, you will be a beast

The laughter and joy seemed to still linger in his ears, sometimes as cheerful and clear as silver bells, and sometimes like clouds blown away by the wind; the fierce quarrels were like thunder and lightning in a storm, deafening but fleeting; the warm hugs were like the sunshine in winter, giving people endless comfort and strength; and the tears of parting were like a flood that broke through the dam, flowing wantonly, telling the attachment and pain that were hard to give up in the heart. All these emotions intertwined together to form a movie full of regrets. Every fragment was so real and profound that he was deeply trapped in it and couldn't extricate himself.

"Now, I have experienced many vicissitudes and countless ups and downs. The baptism of time has made me see the impermanence of many things in the world, and I have also tasted the ups and downs of life. When I was young and frivolous, I pursued fame and fortune, thinking that was the whole meaning of life. However, as time went by, I suddenly realized that the so-called glory and wealth were nothing but passing clouds in the end. They are like fireworks blooming in the night sky, although they are colorful, they disappear without a trace in an instant.

At this moment, a strong and simple desire sprouted from the bottom of my heart - to have a life as plain, simple and pure as still water. That kind of life is free of complicated intrigues and power calculations, and is not filled with the exhausting intrigues between people.

When the first ray of sunshine shines on the earth every morning, I will open my eyes leisurely, and then walk leisurely on the winding paths in the countryside facing the warm and gentle morning sun. The fresh and pleasant breeze gently brushes my cheeks, bringing a velvety soft touch, as if my mother's hand is gently caressing me, making me feel endless warmth.

In the afternoon, I can lie comfortably in an antique rocking chair, and open a good book that I have been thinking about for a long time. With the rustling sound of the pages being turned, my thoughts are like a wild horse running free among the densely packed words. At this moment, it seems that the whole world is left with only me and this book.

When the evening comes and the sun sets, a colorful sunset glow appears on the horizon. At this time, I will happily walk into the kitchen and cook a simple meal that is not rich but full of the taste of home. When the aroma of the food gradually spreads and lingers at the tip of my nose, a sense of satisfaction from the bottom of my heart arises spontaneously. Finally, under the reflection of the afterglow of the sunset, I quietly savor this hard-won tranquility and peace, allowing my soul to be nourished and comforted as never before.

Even though such a seemingly ordinary life day after day may seem boring and boring to outsiders, and may even make them feel bored. However, for me, such days are like rare treasures, extremely precious and irreplaceable, because they are the source of endless happiness in my heart.

Just as the words fell, Han Chunming, who had been standing there quietly without saying a word, slowly lowered his head. His face, which always gave others the impression of being resolute and tough, at this moment, involuntarily revealed a look of fatigue that was difficult to conceal.

This weariness was not only due to the physical toil and fatigue, but also due to the long-term exposure to a complex and turbulent environment, which led to mental exhaustion. Wrinkles appeared quietly at the corners of his eyes, as if the vicissitudes of life had left deep marks on his body. The bright sunshine poured down, shining on his shoulders, dragging out a narrow and lonely shadow, making him look even more lonely and desolate.

Hearing this, Su Meng felt her heart tremble violently, like a flash of lightning across the night sky, instantly illuminating her entire world. This strong sense of impact made her tremble all over, as if countless tiny electric currents were running through her body at an astonishing speed.

Her originally bright and moving eyes were now wide open, like two lanterns that had just been lit, and her eye sockets were instantly dyed scarlet. The bright red color was so eye-catching, even more gorgeous than the ripe red apples in late autumn. And the crystal clear tears, like a flood that broke through the dam, rushed and swirled wildly in her beautiful eyes. They were like a group of beasts that had been trapped for a long time, eager to break free and rush out.

Looking at her tightly bitten lips, the cherry-like color had gradually faded, replaced by a layer of distressing paleness. Because of excessive force, her lips trembled slightly, lost their original luster and elasticity, and looked lifeless. She seemed to want to use this method to strangle the surging waves of emotions in her heart, suppress all the resentment, grievances and pain, and not let them have the slightest chance to leak out. However, those negative emotions were like weeds with extremely strong vitality. Even though they encountered many obstacles, they still spread and grew unscrupulously in her heart.

Her delicate body was like a candle in the wind, trembling slightly, and every slight tremor seemed so weak and vulnerable, as if she would be blown to the ground by the wind in the next second. The voice squeezed out from the depths of her throat was like a breeze in the cold night of late autumn, gentle but full of sorrow and prayer, slowly floating into Han Chunming's ears.

"Are you so cruel as not to give me even this last chance? Chunming... please, just trust me again, okay? Even if it's only this time!" Those sad words were like a sword piercing people's hearts. The despair and helplessness contained in them surged out like a tide, making people feel pity when they heard them.

When she talked about the touching parts, she could no longer suppress her inner emotions and involuntarily stretched out her slender, white, jade-like hands.

The slender white fingers were slightly bent, with the joints faintly white, as if a drowning person was trying with all his strength to grab the only straw that could save his life. Each finger was trembling slightly due to excessive force, revealing the fear and despair deep in his heart.

She stared at the man in front of her who made her love and hate him, Han Chunming, with complex emotions flashing in her eyes. It was an expression of deep attachment and resentment intertwined, like a burning flame, hot and heartbreaking.