Sao Ke is a spectator

Yang Zhuo disappeared for a moment, and when he saw him again, he had a sky lantern in his hand, which was the most insipid appearance.Suddenly remembered his missed appointment, he once said that he would make it up, so it seems that he has paid off the debt.

He handed me the pen in his hand: "write."

Now that Ye Daishu has nothing to worry about, no one to miss, no one to remember, what should I write, and who should I write to?

I looked at him deeply, trying to discern something unclear from his straightforward and stern expression, but he was always as calm as a deep pool, no matter how big a boulder was thrown into it, there would be no sound.

I took the pen and wrote a few lines of flamboyant words on the sky lantern——

The fire burns and burns the Yin Yin, the wind scars the frost, the lamp withers and falls, and the bones are eaten away, and the bones are ravaged. I am anxious and regretful, and I hope you don’t remember the snow and mud. The rest of my life is irrelevant. If we meet at the end of the world Do not climb.

I held the lamp and smiled wryly all the way, just for the remaining hopes in my heart. After all, Ye Daishu is an indecisive person. If you want to write, why not write it so that people can understand it at a glance? I also hope that Yang Zhuo can read the cursive script that I can't even understand. How much is clear.

When the daylight was slowly rising over the Luohe River, I knew that Yang Zhuo owed Ye Daishu nothing, and Yu Ping owed Mu Chen everything else.He raised his head slightly, his obsidian eyes were dyed with the light of the lamp, and in the flowing light and shadow, I caught a fleeting longing, just as I expected at this moment, the future is the farewell of seeing each other but not seeing each other. language.

After returning, he sent me to the gate of Feng Prison and left. His back was as decisive as usual, and he didn't give the person who watched me the slightest room for reverie.

The ghost guard led me in just in time for the execution, and the empty execution stake beside Li Luo seemed to be waiting for my arrival. After his hands and feet were handcuffed, he began to tease me again: "Who would believe that you are his enemy? It’s fine to offend the third prince because of you, and take you out to make love, how can an enemy treat you like this? If that’s the case, I’d be happy to be his enemy..."

I took a long breath: "And what do you know?"

Li Luo tugged the chain on his hand, and leaned on the stake with a leisurely expression. Seeing him like this, I knew that there would be another long-winded speech.

"Young master sees that you look close to each other, so I persuade you as someone who has been here..."

I interrupted him: "Come here, how old is the third prince now?"

He raised his jaw and said proudly: "Unfortunately, I just turned a thousand years old a few days ago."

I clicked several times, and said with a humble face: "Dai Shu is willing to listen attentively, senior just say it."

He cleared his throat, and then slowly said: "We immortals are no better than ordinary people. Ordinary people can live happily for a hundred years before starting all over again, but for us, the long road to immortality is so long. It is a matter of suffering. If you trip yourself up again, it’s better to jump into the Nirvana Stage early and be wiped out in ashes. I said that you are too stubborn. This King of Hades doesn’t care about the past. Why do you still keep thinking about it..."

Often the simpler and more straightforward the words are, the more deeply rooted the charm is. These words are like a stone hammer, hitting my softest part accurately and hard, and correspondingly reconciling with the contradictions in my heart.

Listening to the wind blowing up and down day in and day out, the years of torture are less than the pain that should have been, and the pain is no longer turbulent. Among the hundreds of tortured prisoners in the wind prison, the most visited one is Li Luo, a member of the Yinlong clan. All the men are handsome, and I can't help but show my face every time someone comes, or use elegance to attract attention, or chat with Po Meng's wine, it's not boring after all.

Yang Zhuo never came again, but Pu Wei ran into the cell from time to time, or talked about ghosts in the underworld, or chatted about interesting things that happened in the family recently.Unexpectedly, the Jade Emperor really had a relationship with Taishi. It is said that a fairy boy saw the two of them chatting beside the Tianhe River.

They dared to chew the root of the Jade Emperor's tongue, and the majesty of the heavens was in danger.

After a while, Si Qi also came, but he came with a serious business.

Before the 100-year prison term officially started, Master Tai Shi persuaded the Jade Emperor to release me early. When Si Qi came to lead me with the jade decree from the heaven, I was in a dream and confirmed it several times until Si Qi Qi rolled his eyes when I asked.

Si Qi said impatiently: "Just tell me, do you want to leave or not?"

I shook my head, nodded again, shook again after a while, and nodded again, Si Qi was almost collapsed by me.

Li Luo didn't show any reluctance, but asked me to give him all the things in the prison. It was nothing more than thinking about those jars of good wine. Can't compare.

I thought about it again and again, and finally decided not to leave, so I said to Si Qi: "Go back and tell the Jade Emperor that Dai Shu knows that he has committed a serious crime, and he will not leave Feng Prison if he is dissatisfied for 100 years."

The reduction of the sentence does not mean that I can return to the heaven. I stepped out of the gate of the wind prison and crossed the bridge of Naihe.

Si Qi said: "Has your brain been blown stupid by the wind? This jade decree can be taken back if it is said to be taken back? If you say it yourself, don't blame me for not reminding you. When the time comes, the Emperor of Heaven will be furious and wait for you." It’s still the Silent Terrace.”

I hugged the doorpost to show my determination not to leave: "Jime Terrace is Ji Mie Terrace, it's better than crossing Naihe Bridge."

"There are ghosts on the Naihe Bridge, they can eat you, right?"

"No matter what you say, I will never step out of this prison door today."

"If I can't please you, there will always be someone who can please you." Si Qi put down these words and walked away.

The people at the opposite door came to persuade me after watching a good show, and they were nothing more than saying something similar to the cliché of "keep the green hills alive without fear of no firewood", and it took a lot of effort for a few jars of wine.

In fact, these struggles are superfluous. I know that I am still reluctant to break the entanglement with him, but I just want to keep these memories for a while, even though the memory is full of hatred, even though he has never had it in his heart. I.

However, what was waiting for me behind me was not a drunkenness, nor a dream, so how dare I close my eyes so easily.

"In the evening, the moon is hidden under the black shoots. Even if the sky is bright, the dream will last forever. This is a Huangliang guest in a hurry. Why do you need to read Nanke when you wake up?"

The person opposite the door looked puzzled: "You have been muttering for a long time, but I can't understand a word."

I smiled wryly: "Actually... I don't quite understand either."

When Si Qi said that he was going to invite someone, I guessed that it was either Pu Wei or Tai Shi. After all, he could not invite the Jade Emperor, but what I never expected was that the one he invited was Yang Zhuo.

When he came towards me, I had already started to think about how to refuse him, but his actions always caught me unexpectedly. With a wave of his sleeve, I lost consciousness.

I woke up almost at the same time as I fell to the ground, Luo Luo who was facing the door still maintained the original surprised expression, Yang Zhuo's hand had just been put down, and Ye Daishu's body had just touched the ground...

Hades wants you to die in the third watch, and will not keep you until the fifth watch. This situation couldn't be more appropriate. Seeing my body turn into ashes little by little, I realized what it means to be ashamed.

And this is what he wanted to do the most, now that his wish is finally fulfilled, will he feel better, or... hate me less.

It turns out that being a ghost is such a feeling, it is so light as if you are walking on the clouds, you can't see your own shadow when you lower your head, and you are surrounded by dark green will-o'-the-wisps.I walked through his body in a fit of anger, but I didn't see anything I wanted to see, no temperature, no trembling.

Under the watchful eyes of Li Luo, I followed him swaggeringly out of the Wind Prison, and we walked all the way without saying a word.

He abandoned my last little hope like a shoe, and all my reluctance and nostalgia disappeared under his swipe.

Whether he joins the family of ordinary people or falls into the residence of the minister of the waiting family, in the end he wants to be a person who has nothing to do with him, so whoever he is is not the same!

Po Meng was standing on the bridge, still wearing the brightest goose yellow dress, holding a bowl of soup that can cleanse the soul, smiling and looking at me who was about to step into the platform of reincarnation.

My elder brother and the love of his life stood by the Wangchuan River hand in hand, and the raging Bana flowers surrounded the two hunched figures. Although Fanghua passed away and their faces were old, their hearts never changed. I couldn’t help feeling a little envious Thinking of them, if you can get this one person, even if you are a ghost forever, you will not feel desolate.

And he, standing there like a rock, his black figure always reveals indifference and alienation, as if he wants to carry the four characters of solitary and lonely throughout the present and the past.

I stepped towards the steps step by step, hesitantly but resolutely rushed towards the fire of rebirth.

Granny Meng handed me the soup in her hand, and I raised my head and drank it all——

Since then, gold and jade have nothing to do with each other. If we meet each other at the end of the world, we will not climb each other.

I suddenly remembered the scene when my uncle crossed the Naihe Bridge, and asked her while I still had memories: "What did my uncle say to you that day, and why did it make you cry?"

Po Meng smiled, still looking like a girl, she pointed to the hollyhock on the bun: "That day, I went to him to get flowers for brewing, and when I passed by the flower garden, I picked a hollyhock and stuck it on my head , After he met me, he said that people are colorless than flowers, and flowers are also desolate in front of people, and what he holds in his hand is exactly this hollyhock."

I continued, "So, that's what my uncle said when he crossed the bridge that day, right?"

She nodded: "This is the same sentence in every life, and I have never changed it to other things."

Her gaze crossed the river of Wangchuan and fell into the emptiness of the night, she murmured: "I know, he never forgot me."

There are seven sufferings in life, birth, old age, sickness and death are normal, but not everyone can experience the other three sufferings.What I have experienced the most in my two lives is that I can’t ask for it, but the person I begged blamed me the deepest and hated me the most thoroughly. Counting it carefully, it seems that what I gave to him and me was all suffering.

And the warmth and ambiguity that flashed in the memory also turned into inexhaustible pain at this moment.

When I turned around to take a look at that person, Granny Meng stopped me, she said——

Don't look back on the bridge of Naihe.