Long shed for thousands of miles

Final Chapter: Ji You Confessions

My name is Ji You, excellent Yu, excellent Yu, uh... Female. Excellent Yu.

He is a young man with lofty aspirations, young and incompetent, suave and romantic, but I am already dead.

I can't remember how old I am, I may be in my early twenties, and I can't remember what I look like, so I can barely count as Bai Yuanchong of Hangzhou.

In short, I died at a better age. This statement sounds disgusting, but it actually has a lot of meaning.For example, many people will forget that men also have the best age. After this age, they will have a small belly, a beard that can't be shaved every day, and they will no longer attract girls.

Speaking of girls, it has always been something I regret.

I remember I was beaten and scolded, I used a mop to knock down the staff of the Education Department who came to the school to inspect, and I also accidentally opened a red envelope at a meeting when the national flag was raised. I don’t know which island country it was that day She is a female artist, and her soft voice resounds in the national anthem.

But I just haven't been in a relationship, it seems that I haven't even held a girl's little hand. I racked my brains to think why I didn't try to fall in love once, but the more I thought about it, the more I had a headache, and I always broke out in a cold sweat at the end.

I'm afraid this is a sequelae of high school math problems, well, just don't delve into it.It's just that when I was floating above my alma mater high school, I was still very embarrassing about this matter.

I remember when the old man was still there, he paid a lot of money to get me into the best middle school, hoping that I would be successful and have a bright future.

It's a pity that my son didn't live up to it. After entering high school, he just ate, drank and had fun. As a result, I lay on the wall and looked at those hairy kids in uniforms.

I don't know where to go, I have no family, no friends... pity me?You think too much, beasts always travel alone, cattle and sheep are in groups.

In my heart, I am a scourge with a lot of accumulation—it’s just that I have been hiding my strength and biding my time for too long.

Because I had nowhere to go, I just wandered around my alma mater from time to time.I like lying on the playground of my alma mater, watching them play football, watching girls running 800 meters slowly, watching handsome boys with back hair at a young age, smoking secretly by the school fence, and couples holding hands after class walk.

Then one day I saw an extremely beautiful girl, tall and fair, with a uniform on her body, she seemed to be able to capture a group of photo shoots in the next second, but her expression was too cold, she pursed her lips and said nothing .

Behind her was a boy with a naive face, whose uniform was buttoned up to his neck. Upon closer inspection, he found that he was unexpectedly handsome. He followed behind her step by step. He wanted to say something, but hesitated to say it.

Later, the girl couldn't bear it anymore, and turned around and yelled.

I couldn't hear what she said, but the boy blushed and took a long time to explain slowly, but judging by his appearance, he shouldn't be able to explain anything.

Sure enough, the girl was so angry that I could hear her yelling this time.

"If you don't like it, just say it, what are you pretending?"

I pricked up my ears, straightened my eyes, looked at her, and then at him.

Then he sighed endlessly, thinking that they were all moaning without illness, suffering from the sequelae of love.

So I didn't plan to read any more. Before I left, I took another glance at the girl.

It is indeed beautiful, and it has a unique classical style, just like a beauty walking out of a painting.

But I swear there was nothing profane in that look, I just felt familiar, like I was supposed to know this person.

I searched my memory hard for a while, but I really have no impression.

I took a few steps away, then turned back to glance at her breastplate, and chewed the name carefully, but still couldn't remember anything.

I had no choice but to give up, and briskly passed through some lively students, I headed south, but when I walked, I felt a little sorry for the beauty and the little boy.

If you like someone, you have to be with him.

Suddenly, I came up with this idea, and I was taken aback when I just came up with it.

It's almost like saying that.

I sat in the middle of the road where I was, and vehicles drove past me one by one, but I didn't have time to take care of them, so I thought about it for a while.

I really don't have any experience in love, and it is even more impossible to play the role of a confidant big brother to solve other people's problems, so this sentence must not come from my mouth, I am afraid I watched it on TV.

Sighing deeply, I stood up and patted my butt, swaggering and walking in a random direction.

Don't know where I'm going, but who cares.

I thought I would move forward with a clear vision, but I couldn't stop thinking about the name on the brass nameplate.

Lu Xiaofu.

Lu...Xiao Fu.

I read it the first time, and it was very uncomfortable.The second time I read it, I felt a bitter taste, and the third time I read it, my nose was sore.

This is too evil.Wiping my face three times and five times twice, I quickly buried my head and rushed forward, not daring to turn back or stop for a second.

I left Hangzhou, the place where I was born and raised.He is indeed a very beautiful city, but I have a strange feeling for him, as if staying here, I would have heart palpitations and headaches from time to time, as if a not-so-gentle memory was buried here.

It wasn't until I left Hangzhou that I gradually adjusted back.

I know, I'm one of the most comfortable people in the world to die.I had no mother since I was a child, and my father died when I was 16. I have no lover, no friends, no relatives.

The "no" here is a double arrow.No one poured emotion into me, and I didn't care about anyone I couldn't let go of. So when I died, I died without any burden, just like water disappearing into water.

In this way, I walked for many, many years.

I have seen the moment when a flower bloomed, and witnessed the passing of a human life. The most shocking thing is that I met a foreign photographer. He signed a death contract with a person, and used the camera to record the process of the other person’s suicide. Gray and defeated eyes.

Gradually, as I watched a lot of people and things with my own eyes, I also forgot a lot.So that in the end, no matter what the weight is, the maximum movement that can be achieved is only a light passing, without the slightest shock.

And the memories I had for more than ten years, and everything I experienced when I was alive, are also as vast as dust, gently covered.

I began to believe that the so-called human has no previous life or afterlife, and after death, each of them just lives in their own separate space, insight into everything in the world, and retains this meaningless divine power.

When I occasionally sit alone, I still can't let go of the memories I once had. I look back like an outsider and find that the past is still blocking the way. The shadow of the candle is heavy, and even the wax is hanging in the air.

Everything is just right, even if there is a mistake and miss, it is just right.

The gauze mist of memory obediently allows me to untie it inch by inch, and the mist descends on mountains, rivers and rivers, each holding its own scenery.There is only one place in my memory, which is covered with white snow.

(End of the article)

The author has something to say:

This is the end of this article. I would like to thank those who gave Bawang ticket nutrient solution during the serialization period, watched carefully and left messages to encourage me. Thank you very much, bow and bow.

Originally, I planned to edit the text first and then write the ending. After thinking about it, I decided to code the ending first.

I will try my best to complete the promised TXT and revisions tomorrow (?), and I will put them directly on my Weibo, and the follow-up content of this article (if any) will also be updated on my Weibo.Sina Weibo: Style of the Six Dynasties.

In addition, I really don't want to answer questions about the plot other than the BUG of this small white article. If you think there is something that is not clear or not clear, please ask Haihan.