Don't look at your phone when crossing the street

The remaining time is only a handful, tacitly, we lived as usual, climbed to the roof every night to blow cold wind to feed the mosquitoes, he told me what he had seen in the court since he was a child, and I told him the basic common sense of life .

The two were lying on the eaves with each other's pillows, and he said: "In the letter you left me before, there is a story attached, I still remember it."

"Ok?"

"Painting the wall. It's about a scholar who strayed into the secret realm of the mural painting. He returned to the world after having an adultery with the woman on the painting. He found the girl in the painting with her youngest son in her hand. Liu Rong, when you leave the wall, What will you see?"

"Well, just a few words or something. It's like being a prisoner and trying your best to finally regain the throne, but the old relationship is unforgettable, hesitant, rebellious, and eloped with a duplicitous little man. Maybe I can still see you and Liu Rong The details of childhood sweethearts make some people with delicate emotions can't help but think about it."

"Do you always mind, what kind of past did Liu Rong and I have?"

"No." Although I feel that this is a bit embarrassing, I still want to tell my heart completely.

"Actually, it's nothing, it's just that we just missed it. When I like him, he doesn't like me; the reverse is also the same. In any case, you don't care if you come too early or too late, I've been waiting for you."

I casually said "hmm".

After a long time, he said again: "The emperor's list has been posted, and Xuanyuan Muche's enthronement ceremony is only a few days away."

I reluctantly nodded: "Oh."

He didn't say anything else, the slightly drunk night breeze coaxed me to sleep, and a gnat-like voice came into my ears: "Liu Rong, after you leave, can you not forget me?"

I said in a daze, "Why, for a person who holds grudges like me, I have to find a chance to pay back the knife you stabbed me in."

In my dream, I came to a house in Diaolianghuadong, which seemed to be a display of Liu's residence. A maid came up to me and said, "Young master, the third prince is here. He is sitting in the front hall. Go and see him."

I looked down at my clothes, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go right away." Then I followed her quickly.

Sitting in the hall was a young man in a boa robe, holding a teacup and sipping leisurely. Grand Master Liu was sitting on the side, talking to him with a smile.He turned his gaze around, and then his eyes lit up, he jumped off the chair and shouted: "Liu Rong, you are here!"

I stepped into the door, made a bow with my father, and the two of them turned around and went out again. He said to me: "Liu Rong, recently the Ministry of Internal Affairs sent a new gadget called Donghai shark bead..." He chattered It kept going, but I listened patiently, adding a few sentences from time to time.

Fuxiu wiped the bluestone round stool for him to sit on, and handed him a glass of water. Suddenly, I remembered something. I took out a kit from my bosom, took out the jade pendant inside, and held the tassel and shook it in front of his eyes: "A Yue, this is the dragon pattern jade pendant that my grandmother gave me two days ago. It was given by the late emperor. Would you like to give it to you?"

He took it and looked back and forth for a while: "It's not bad, better than the ones in my palace."

I approached him and whispered to him: "When my grandmother gave me the jade, she asked me to give it to my beloved in the future. Since you want this jade pendant, this is the betrothal gift I have saved in advance. When you are older , will you marry me?"

He suddenly widened his eyes, blushed and said angrily, "I'm a man, how can you marry me?"

I carefully tied the jade pendant to his belt, and solemnly said: "It's okay if you can't be a husband and wife. But please remember, before the age of 16, I, Liu Rong, liked you."

I hugged him tightly. In the dream, we grew up and grew old little by little. Time is so gentle, painting us with wrinkles and gray hair, and implicating each other's heartbeats that are slowly synchronized.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the scorched ceiling. I felt a severe itchiness in my throat and couldn't help coughing a few times. A woman's face appeared in my field of vision. I thought for a while before I recognized it. This middle school Chinese teacher, who was my mother, turned my neck with difficulty. The man standing by the bed, with tears in his eyes, was my father.

I looked at my mother's anxious eyes, and the shouts that had been suppressed in the depths poured out of my chest, and I said a few words silently: "Dad... Mom... I hate you."

My mother couldn't hear the sound, and hurried to get closer. I finally made a hoarse voice: "I'm fine, Mom." Those distorted emotions that had been dormant for more than 20 years let me go now, dissipating in the disinfectant-smelling air .

"Liu Rong, after you leave, can you not forget me?" Someone said in my head after lying down for a long time.

I laughed out of nowhere, and the wound hurt for a while, and tears fell out along with it.Maybe this absurd and realistic journey is just a dream I imagined when I got sick.There was a person in the dream, he seemed to have cured me, and then I woke up, and everything would be forgotten and eaten.

I wiped my blurred vision, but I saw Brother Wei, Xiaobai and Pickles standing at the head of my bed as if they were mentally retarded.

The patient in the next bed poked his head over: "Take this little brother downstairs for a walk, I'm so cautious."

We chatted a few words about the school, and pickled vegetables flicked his bangs freely, and took out his mobile phone to show me: "The three of us just met a coser at the downstairs door, he is quite professional, and it will cost you a lot to see that outfit." A lot of money."

I took a closer look and saw a carp standing upright: "Is this person at the downstairs door?"

The three of them "hmm" a few times.I lifted the quilt, pulled the infusion needle in my hand, and ran out of the room with bare feet pushing away all obstacles.The elevator in the corridor was still on the first floor, so I turned around and ran down the stairs.

I ran faster and faster, and I was a little worried about whether my speed would slip through the air and fall, after all, such things are commonplace when the illness is serious.However, the smooth tiles on my feet almost broke the dead skin, but I still made it downstairs and rushed to the door.

I suppressed my frantic breathing and looked around.

Like a filtered frame in a movie, that person, dressed in splendid clothes, turned around out of place and met my naked eyes, which lit up like a dragonfly.

Bustling and bustling, shoulder to shoulder, I saw such a distant and almost palpable smile, like the reflection of fireworks in a glimpse, completely sealed in the old film.

My heart calmed down, and I casually grabbed a person in a white coat next to me: "Hey, brother, do you have a scalpel on you, or scissors?"

The face that was mostly covered by the mask accurately reflected a surprised expression, then shrank back and looked at me: "No. What are you going to do?"

A faint grief and indignation welled up in my heart: "Damn it, I ran down from the ninth floor just to stab him, but I forgot to bring the knife."

"Murong Yue took Liu Rong and fled away. The people in the room stared wide-eyed for a while, and it took a while for someone to wake up, kneel down to Xuanyuan Muche, and shouted 'Long live my emperor, long live'..."

When the author saw this, he couldn't help but smile a little, and the joy that hadn't burst out spread from the corner of his mouth.

People refer to those who write online novels as writers, so there are naturally first-rate writers and second-rate writers divided into groups, and the author is just a low-level writer who has lost contact with his mother. He couldn't hang himself on a tree, so he often wrote articles for the second-rates, and from time to time he discussed meat dishes with the third-rates in the post bar.

Who doesn't envy the first-rate writer standing at the top of the pyramid who responds to every call, and the subjects kneel down to worship the soil, holding soft sister coins in their hands to give him a golden halo life, and the author can only secretly swallow the outline thrown to him by the second-rate writer He drooled, touched the keyboard, and urged his two sexual partners to speed up.

Unfortunately, one day when the author was sorting out the manuscript, he found something wrong—what the hell were those inexplicable words about a man named Liu Kaicheng.After taking a closer look, he was even more puzzled, why a person in reality traveled through it, but the computer seemed to be infected with a stubborn virus. He tried to delete and modify it but couldn't do anything, he could only let it code for himself.

When the author saw that Chen Kaicheng dared to openly run away with the two protagonists, he was also in admiration. After all, he was just a bystander and did not have the ability to manipulate the protagonist at will.He clicked save, closed the document, and no longer tried to delete it, but quickly packed the document and sent it to the author.

After 2 minutes, Alipay sent a notification, showing that the account was successfully received.The thrill of secret joy accompanied him to quickly shut down the computer, block the author's message notification, and finally beautify and polish the cumbersome one-click filter in front of him.

The author snapped off the computer screen, picked up the phone, played the string of numbers written on the back of his left hand, and walked out facing the sunlight outside the door.