My male coach breaks the void

It seemed to come from the sea.A couple of shirtless guys threw the kids onto the shelves and lit the fire below, and I could see them laughing behind the firelight - along with the squealing and crying of the kids. "

"It's really scary." The waiter hidden in the shadow gave only one sentence of evaluation as usual.

"Everything is like an illusion, and I can only think of it in my dreams." Fang watched a child put a small lotus lantern into the river, and the water flowed slowly, sending it a long way Where: "It's like...everything is a blur, just the burning sensation of the fire, and I've never been able to get it out of my mind."

The waiter rolled up his sleeves and said nothing.

"Hey, you haven't answered my question yet." Fang closed his fan and rubbed his sore eyes; "Is it Haijing City?"

"...In my impression..." The boy hesitated for a while, as if searching for something in his memory: "There should be no such custom in the sea, but I am not a senior traveler. It’s normal to have deficiencies.”

"But Seaview City is a good place, really a good place...I think it's really warm, there are no scorching flames, only the humid and fishy sea breeze."

"You mean, I probably come from some uncivilized small village." Someone Fang smiled, pretending not to understand what the little guy meant.He lowered his head, rolled up his sleeves and walked back: "Why don't you say that I'm a magical creature from another continent. I'm so handsome, right?"

"...I don't agree with you." The waiter raised his eyebrows, and followed the footsteps of the crazy man in white.

He knew the carefree-looking guy understood him.

Yes, of course I know...you're trying to say there's no such place.The smile on Fang's face was the same as before, and the lights reflected on his face, mottled like a time he had forgotten.

But if even Haijing City is not my hometown, where do I come from?

If we only look at the composition of matter, microscopically, matter is composed of molecules, atoms or ions.Put it this way, matter is made of things that actually exist.But human beings, who also belong to the material, are not like this. They are composed of some incomprehensible things-the things that are active in the secretions of the body, under the cerebral cortex, and of course, the heart that is always beating.And "where from" is obviously an important component, like the body and the name, unnecessary but important.

It was as if a piece of the soul had been dug out.The wealthy "emperor" of the business world slowly boarded the carriage, but suddenly he covered his heart between the furs of rare birds and beasts. The lights all over the river illuminated the world, but they did not shine on him alone. There is a faint shadow on the ground, and I don't know where to go in the blink of an eye.

People who do not live in the sun, how can there be shadows?

Just thinking about it made him feel like he was going crazy.

"Hello..." A hoarse voice came from inside the car and reached the ears of the waiter in black: "Let's do it, today, right now."

I can't tell when I met this guy.

The "Emperor" bit his waiter's tender neck that was as clear as white jade, and got the feedback he wanted - the same touch as he imagined greatly satisfied him. He is very excited now, but there is an unprecedented chill hidden in his heart .

Even want to just bite down like this.Bite off this guy's neck, and then commit suicide by himself. With the cool night breeze and the sky full of stars, there is light shining on the two of them, so that they will live under the light forever.

When did you meet him?

The veil was raised slightly, vaguely revealing the overlapping flesh, cutting off the silver thread around the mouth, leaving only the faint sound of water.

This guy's body is very warm, like a small stove.

When exactly is it?

The first time Fang met his waiter was when he was very young. At that time, he just got up from the boundless sea and stood wet on the beach.In the depths of winter, sea water is no different from ice, but he was buried in it for two days and nights.

How did I swim here... The "Emperor" who is not yet an "Emperor" is curled up under a dry tree whose name is not known, and the biting sea breeze blows into his body, making him one after another Shiver.For a moment, he wanted to just fall asleep like this, and wait for the sun to come out tomorrow, but the scenery in front of him was so beautiful - the dark sea water was mixed with the fluorescence of jellyfish, whether it was blue or green, they all Floating in the sea, the nocturnal algae grew wildly and covered the entire offshore area. Everywhere they could see, they glowed like fireflies.

If I fell asleep like this, I probably wouldn't see such a scene again.

"If you just fall asleep like this, you won't be able to see anything."

So, just like a certain kind of spring grass bursting out of the ground every 76 years, the power of life suddenly burst out from the curled up child. The "fireflies" were still floating on the sea, but he looked up and saw that guy.

The "little guy" who never gets old

"Hey, I've met someone like you before..." The unknown man smiled, his brows and eyes curved, and the biting sea breeze became gentle in an instant, gently brushing his hair and face: "No, it's not a human, it's a monster."

"You...what's your name?" The child, like a flash of light, tried his best to prop himself up from the ground.He supported his fragile upper body with his hands, and tried to look up at the man: "Who are you?"

"I'm no one, no one." The man smiled confidently: "Or whoever you think I am, I am who I am, I just come to accompany you through a period of life, in order to achieve a certain purpose of mine. I'm not a very good person, and I'd rather you call me a bad person."

The child's eyes widened suddenly - he felt a warm current rising from his abdomen, and the dry inner mansion seemed to be raining heavily, becoming warm, moist and smelling good.The blocked meridians all over his body seemed to be opened up gently and briskly by something, that thing was as mellow as wine aged for many years, and as pure as the sea in deep spring, making him light as if he was floating in the clouds.

This is cultivation.This is magic.

The young "emperor" who had never had the concept of cultivation suddenly had the obsession to live, not only because of the invisible scenery in the world, the undiscovered origin, but also the man in front of him who claimed to be a bad person.

I want to be at least as strong as him.The young "emperor" clenched his hands, as if he wanted to lock the throat of fate.

"If you're going to be by my side," the kid with no chips offered: "I want you to... have an identity."

"As long as you say it." The man withdrew his spiritual power bit by bit, and his confident smile became brighter: "Take the words in "Young and Vigorous", 'Everyone is an extra'."

The sea breeze blows.

"In a blink of an eye..." Fang twisted the lock of long hair in his hand and stroked it carefully: "It's been so many years."

"You know that too." The waiter suddenly giggled and said, "I'm your savior, and you didn't even give me 100 yuan!"

"...Give you."

The emperor suddenly hugged the man who had no reason and no end, and said in a muffled voice, "I will give you whatever you want."

Fang's childhood autism didn't last long, almost the moment he met that unknown man, his fortress called autism collapsed.Men carried him, or carried him on their shoulders, as they walked through the city, one way at a time.Fang always wondered how that guy's thin shoulders could bear his own weight.

"looks good?"

During the Mid-Yuan Festival that year, the man held him, stood in front of the eternal river, and glanced at the small lights in the river—they carried wishes for comedy or tragedy, flowing to the sky, into the pockets of the gods.This is what the man told him. He said that the wish written on the river lamp can be realized as long as it does not violate the rules of this world. It is a wish that complies with the rules", but he gave a very vague answer.

——"Fate, fate is a wish that conforms to the rules."

But if fate is a wish that conforms to the rules, then isn't the fulfillment of a wish a predestined thing... Then what is it called a wish?

The little Fang looked at the sadness and joy in the man's eyes, but in the end he still didn't ask that sentence.

——Hey, you guy, do you also have wishes? #####I think my story may...really explode...

Be sure to update the text today! ! !must! ! !

Qingming Extra Story (song), Hometown People

"Hey..." Qu Liushang sat cross-legged on the table, looking at the guy with a gentle face - he was sure that the "emperor" did not have such an expression on his face, at least the face of the "blackened Fang Rongdao" he set There is no such look.However, the Fang in front of him obviously violated the setting - even if Qu Liushang wanted Fang Rongdao to become what he was just now, he and Fang Rongdao are two completely different people.

This kind of expression is like drinking poison to quench thirst.Fang Rongdao would never allow himself to have such feelings.

"That guy, the guy in your story, must be your life."

Fang ignored the dumpling in front of him, just looked out of the window with a smile, the birds on the branches had disappeared, leaving only the blooming flowers.He seems to be still immersed in fond memories.Qu Liushang can guarantee that if he is not there, this "emperor" with a very powerful and mysterious setting may sit here all afternoon, just because he told his own story a little bit.

A story that has not been separated from "one's own life".

In fact, since Qu Liushang was picked up by him, he has already started to doubt it - there must be something hidden about this matter, of course he has no Yuan Fang, so he can only rely on himself.There are probably two reasons.The first is that the setting of this guy does not match the behavior of taking him in at all. It is like using the xp system to forcefully run the sword spirit. If it is not a really high-end computer, there will definitely be problems somewhere. Obviously, it is already the direction of the "emperor" in the business world. If someone is not very good at empathy, then there must be something hidden.The second is the most superficial and superficial—the so-called "emperor" didn't even hug him, and didn't even bring a guard. Of course, it doesn't rule out the reason that Fang's cultivation is close to the body, but "the face must be sufficient." "Everyone knows that.The only possibility for this to happen is that the position of someone's bodyguard or personal servant was vacated by someone, but that little unscrupulous person ran away to a place where the "Emperor" could not be found, leaving only The "emperor" stays alone in the empty room every day, empty and lonely...

...Stop!Off track!

All in all, there is only one conclusion that can be drawn from the combination of the two points, that is, someone Fang has a little unconscionable friend (Wu). He was very similar, so he was used as a little psychological comfort.

... God damn it is so small like a ball!Do you think you are filming Flying Immortals? ? ?

When Qu Liushang told his own story, he also had the idea of ​​exchanging his own story with the big show bag holding a white fan in front of him. After all, it is better to be more cautious about this bloody plot similar to "stand-in meme". After all, some people can replace others and others cannot!But under the bright sunshine, Qu Liushang who got the answer suddenly didn't know how to answer his desperate words.It's not because he's stupid, it's just the thought that this lonely guy has been alone since he was a child, and now he's alone, and maybe he'll be alone until he dies—everyone is an extra, everyone is like this.Even Qu Liushang himself is like this.Just thinking about it, he couldn't say anything.

Memories are a road with no return, and all the past springs cannot be restored. Even the most fanatical and steadfast love, in the final analysis, is just a fleeting reality, and only loneliness is eternal.

"One Hundred Years of Solitude", this is the words in "One Hundred Years of Solitude".It is impossible for human beings to be alone for a hundred years. They always have a partner on the road, but they are indeed lonely for a hundred years.

"A story with no beginning and no end..." Fang finally said, "I'm really sorry, I haven't told stories for a long time."

"It's never happened, because there is always someone who will tell you a story, and those who listen to the story don't need to tell the story." Qu Liushang took a deep breath and continued: "Yes, this sounds cruel. .”

Someone Fang: ...If you continue talking, I won’t have your meal today / Roll your eyes

Facing someone's stare, Qu Liushang just smiled: "Don't worry, I'm still such a cute child, a flower in a greenhouse,,,"

Someone Fang: "Flower! Aren't you afraid of losing your life if you say that???"

Qu Liushang: "Of course, young master, I am a fairy, and fairies are not afraid of shortening their life/slightly slightly"

"...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhsssesses...'" A certain Fang "glared" for a short time, and then turned on his usual monster mode. Now in the eyes of Qu Liuzhang, he is simply an octopus that has landed on the shore, waving himself Paws: "If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have told you about it! I said, 'If I tell you a story, I will be rewarded, so let me repay you with your story', in fact, I'm not just complaining about my language skills. You asked me to say it, you asked me to say it, can you respect me ahhhhhh!"

"I'm not complaining about your language skills, it's just that you don't tell stories seriously, and the sour smell of love is exuding from your body..."

"I'm in love with a P! It's a good night from the beginning to the end???"

Qu Liuzhang looked at Da Saobao's dissatisfied look, and suddenly smiled comfortably, as if he wanted to take a long breath, as if his heart was open.

He knew what Fang was suffering.The emotion hidden in the depths of the heart is like a shark lurking in the deep sea on weekdays. Occasionally, it can spy on the shadow, but it never appears in front of it. Once everything changes one day, it will suddenly rise to the surface and open its huge mouth. , to tear your heart out with sharp teeth.

Not only has he met such a person, but he is also such a person himself.

But the blood jade tree in the Qizhenyibao Pavilion has long since passed away, and even the sky gradually darkened, but someone Fang looked at him with a smile, as if he had done something happy that he hadn't done for a long time.

Why do people tell stories.As the author, Qu Liushang thought about this problem a long time ago, maybe on his own messy sofa, maybe in an office with thick curtains - because human beings are originally lonely creatures, they often go together However, their souls cannot communicate with each other. They don't have secrets like Trisolarans, they are a complex of secrets.

Solitude is safe, and loneliness is fatal.

As long as there is something in the heart, one day it will be said.Because people are still social creatures, they always have to live with others. This is an undeniable reality in all worlds.

"Laughing so happily." Fang knocked on the table and ordered someone to open the door of the private room: "Isn't that how people are, living with the sins of the past."

"The sins of the past." Qu Liushang giggled.

What is your iniquity?

"Okay, that's the fan." Fang concealed the haze in his eyes, and laughed loudly: "Wait and see me spend a lot of money!"

"It's such a long story." Qu Liushang, who has become a god, lay on the bed and thought quietly.The piles of pillows still exuded a cold breath behind him, and the candlelight was a little higher and wobbled.Qu Liushang was too lazy to cut off the black wick, letting its light shine on the bedding.

It is really a long story, which has been going on for hundreds of years, and finally has an ending.

After all, Fang is still a human being, who can live and die, but he is no longer.

"Ah... I'm starving to death." Qu Liushang suddenly turned around and buried his head in the bed: "Why on earth did I buy such a crap thing, Fang Fang left me a lot of things..."

This is not something Fang Rongdao left for you.It was given to you by that guy whose name you forgot, many years ago, before he died.

There seemed to be whispers in my heart and ears.

"Hello—" the little girl's voice suddenly came from outside the courtyard, walking closer and closer along the corridor, and after only two or three breaths,

Qu Liushang heard the expected knock on the door.

"Hello—grandfather—" With the big arc of Qu Liushang's mouth, the little girl's crisp voice came to my ears, washing away all the cold words: "I'll bring you two jars of wine! Come and give them to me in a while Let's visit the grave, dad!"

"How old am I?" Taking advantage of the time when the girl surnamed Fang pushed the door vigorously, he lifted the latch with a wave of his hand. Of course the girl expected it - accompanied by a loud noise, she fell to the door.

"Oh... old man... don't force me to call you that, my dad told me to respect you..." Looking at the laughing god who was leaning back and closing, the little girl surnamed Fang smiled sweetly. The meaning of "you must die if you see me like this" made Qu Liushang, who was already laughing so low that it exploded, laughed even more happily.

Qu Liushang: Either I or I suddenly thought of that emoji... just that laugh like a nuclear explosion... booming and trance hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

"Let me tell you, if you keep doing this," the girl is obviously not as flexible as his father in terms of wording, and she still hasn't thought of words to describe the god's unreasonableness...It's better to be childish: "Don't even think about drinking my wine, thank you / Smile."

"Hey, don't you girl, don't be so stingy." Qu Liushang put the fan on the side of the bed, and jumped off the bed nimbly, not caring about the terrible folds behind him—he didn't want to tidy his clothes when he was decadent—just Licking his face, he walked up to the little girl who was not much younger than him, and took the two jars of old wine that his old friend was still unwilling to take out.

Little girl: I said... you god, can't you recite a spell to make your clothes look better?Be decent, dalao!

Qu Liushang: I can't see your inner OS...Go to the grave after drinking, by the way, the guy is dead and doesn't need any tribute, just use the money to buy things, I say He doesn't get mad either...it feels so good to consume!

The little girl surnamed Fang suddenly felt amused when she looked at Qionglang's embarrassment.She really has nothing to say about her cheap father, of course she knows that his father likes that man—boy, probably.Although he has never seen it with his own eyes, he must be a good person.Just like the spring breeze is to withered grass, if she were in her father's situation, she would also fall in love with him.However, why someone in her heart still wants to have a child, the little girl has always been unable to understand this question.

The little girl has a very favorite person, the old Liu's family next door - also a businessman, the kind who is neither poor nor not too rich.She liked the youngest daughter of that family, and she fell in love with her somehow.

"Whose daughter is pretty, with hanging hair still young..." The undecadent god said with a smile: "That's good, all likes, I mean regardless of age and gender, or anything else. All likes are welcome. very good."

Yes, such a good like.However, she did not find a man to marry and have children.You are a big liar, old man.

When the little girl climbed the window in the middle of the night, she also heard the man scolding the person she once liked so much.

"Don't you like that woman! Let her take the child away! I don't want to raise you bitch..."

I'm sorry, it's cruel to say, that child is your seed, and I don't want to raise it.While thinking, the little girl tiptoed down from the roof.She didn't say anything.

But it's actually pretty similar.She thought so when she saw the child standing alone by the side of the road holding a dirty puppet whose head had fallen off.She actually resembles that kid.Of course, the situation is not so difficult, but people's cynicism behind her back has already overwhelmed her countless times.

Why do you want to have a baby? It's very pitiful.The little girl stood alone behind the door of her small courtyard, watching the child crying and wanting someone to accompany him.

I am also very poor.But I don't even have a god who can remember me many years after death.

"Hey, I know what you're thinking." Qu Liushang calmed down, looking at the girl next to him who looked exactly like the miser, the candlelight illuminated his vision and shone on the girl: "You are more beautiful than your dead ghost." Pop is better, he gave birth to you... no, I mean..."

"It's all my fault." He said quietly, "Your father is really a good person, and you are a good person. I know you are worried that you will really die when no one remembers you, but I won't just remember you." Your father is alone."

"You have dug up so much wine for me over the years, and I will never forget you."

I will never forget the people in my hometown for so many years, whether it is a chance meeting or a deep friendship.I am a god, a god who is responsible for "whether you are alive or not".

//I'm really sorry...the author has something to say that can't fit so many words, so I can only put it here.It's all what I want to say.

The first is that I'm really sorry that Qingming's episode in June hasn't finished yet...but I really want to finish writing this short story.Fang XX will appear in the text in a long, long time... a long, long time.

Whose daughter Jiao is a poem in Gu Jian Qi Tan, the title of the poem is "I Don't Know the Sunshine Is Old", probably... the poem is very good, you can search it.In addition, the last "whether they are alive or not", the angels should all know the three deaths of people, one is biological death, one is social death, and the last is the forgetting of others... It is Jiangnan's words, perhaps.

Finally, if there are people who have taken the college entrance examination among the angels, I'm really sorry that I didn't update you in time, but no matter how you did in the exam or something else, you are the most beautiful and dazzling existence in this world.

Even though it's been more than ten years, this one can't represent you for more than ten years.come on.

PS These words will not be included in the total word count in the end...really not, at least there will be no part of the remuneration/lie down

Qixi Festival Extra (Party), Surprised One Side

Fang Rongdao is the god of this world.But a long, long time ago, he was still a human being, a cultivator.At that time, he had neither advanced cultivation nor noble status, nor did he have any companions or loved ones.He is a young man just getting started, like all young people.

At that time, he still had the last hope in this world.

The breeze at night in July was already a bit cold, and the leaves made a silent noise on the branches.The sound of silk and bamboo on the tall buildings is noisy but pleasant, as well as the voice of high-spirited talk and unscrupulous laughter.People in pairs walk on the street, putting funny masks on their heads or on their faces. They seriously and happily write their wishes on small lanterns, and then light the candles in them and put them into the river.Small boats filled the long river, and they, together with all the river lights, illuminated the whole world.

Fang Rongdao suddenly felt a trace of joy from the heart—it was the last instinct in his bone marrow from human society.

That's Tanabata.A festival of proof of man's existence...a festival of tameness and love--a festival of warmth and life, cloaked in the mysteries of legend.

It has been more than two months since Fang Rongdao came to this huge coastal city.The long river in front of him went all the way to the sea, flowing to places he couldn't go.A faint salty smell seeped into his internal organs, it was the sea breeze mixed with water vapor.

Fang Rongdao suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen the sea yet.He seldom has such a strong desire—to see something, he always feels that there is something waiting for him, just like the treasure buried in the deep mountains in the childhood stories.

So he touched the storage ring on his hand—he just took it off a dead person. He looked up at the source of the salty smell, and then walked towards it.

Although the plan has been set for tonight, it is good to relax occasionally.Fang Rongdao bent his mouth, picked a mask from the stall, and put it on his face.

No matter how he is now a "well-known figure", it is better to keep a low profile.

Through the crowd, Fang Rongdao came to the sea.The boundless mountains and rivers spread to this point, and there is still an end after all.The abyss-like night has changed from the deepness of the past, and has become shallow and gentle.The sound of lapping waves drowned out the crowd, piercing his ears.

Fang Rongdao suddenly felt that he was an ordinary person.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Just as his thoughts were drifting to the sea with the bright lights, a man also wearing a mask suddenly asked behind him.Fang Rongdao was startled, but he didn't turn his head - he knew that this man didn't come to kill him.

He even felt that this voice had appeared countless times in his life, but he couldn't remember exactly when—maybe even when he was dreaming.Besides, Fang Rongdao is the concubine of the Fang family, he knows what killing intent is.

This is unprecedented.Fang Rongdao looked at the place where the long river meets the sea, where there are countless river lanterns carrying wishes, and the bright light illuminates the river, sea and even the sky.Even Fang Rongdao's face shone with that miraculous, long-forgotten gentle light engraved in the human bone marrow.Unreasonable, Fang Rongdao felt that that person was the same.

It might be an illusion like a demon, he thought, and then felt a slight shake in the high wall surrounding his heart.

"It's beautiful." He replied.

Fang Rongdao does everything in detail, this is the first gamble he has ever made in his life - he bet that this person has no malicious intentions.

"It's beautiful!" The man exclaimed in surprise, and then walked up to him: "You're saying it's beautiful!"

"What's wrong?" Fang Rongdao asked.If it was someone else, he probably would not have paid attention to this almost hypocritical question, but he suddenly became patient—like a child facing a sewing doll.Maybe it's because of the holiday, he thought.After all, holidays are always exciting.

"Ah..." The man scratched his head: "I don't think you are the one who said that."

"For a long time..." He smiled: "No, I just think you are a cold person."

The fireworks suddenly exploded in the sky, reflecting the thin clouds and the unfulfilled moon. Only then was Fang Rongdao able to observe this person carefully - Fang Rongdao couldn't see this person clearly through a white mask that was somewhat creepy With his face, he could only see a slightly thin chin and a pair of eyes as bright as stars.

Bright as a star, this is probably the best description Fang Rongdao can think of.Those worlds that I can't reach have flickered in the distant sky for countless years. From my birth to my death, they all exist there as before, without any change.Fang Rongdao once heard from his private school teacher that millions of years have passed since the brilliance of many stars arrived in this world, perhaps they have long since ceased to exist, leaving behind only a shadow.

Is illusory, unreal, without any meaning.

But Fang Rongdao was so young at that time, so young that he didn't know how to resist when he was bullied, he just sat there and listened to others, and then tried his best to write down everything.

"There is no distinction between good and bad encounters between people." Someone once said to him like this.

The brilliance that has been mixed for millions of years is heavier than mercury. They flow brilliantly through this world, and then flow through the next world. All the laughter and sorrow flow together into the distance.

That is an incomparably great achievement.

For some reason, Fang Rongdao suddenly felt that after a long time, he would look into someone's eyes like this, and think of the same thing as he thinks now.

At that time, he could also be compared with the stars in the sky.

Fang Rongdao and the man in front of him looked at each other, as if old acquaintances reunited after a long absence.He felt a kind of joy—it seemed that he could try once, and open a small door in that wall.

In the end, it was the man who laughed first.

"Hey, this is the first time I've seen you like this." The man was much lower than him, so he could only look up at him: "It's a little embarrassing."

"Have you seen another me?" Fang Rongdao raised his eyebrows.What's the point of relaxing when he knows he's wearing a scary and funny ghost mask?He unconsciously relaxed the muscles that were tense all the time, and even his aura became a lot more approachable - he was really like an ordinary guy who came out to find a girl on Qixi Festival.

"I've seen it." There was a smile in that guy's tone, and Fang Rongdao could hear it as soon as he heard it. "You were so strong back then!"

"Is it stronger than you?" Fang Rongdao felt the aura of the man - that kind of majestic spiritual power, almost like a god.

No, maybe this guy is a god.

"Better than me."

Fang Rongdao narrowed his eyes with a smile.

"I didn't expect to see you here. Although I didn't know you at this time, I still reluctantly become your good friend!" The man lifted the mask on his face. "Let's go take a boat ride. In order to talk to you, I even ordered pretty girls to leave."

Fang Rongdao, who was rarely pleased, threw a piece of Lingshi casually to the boatman on the shore. Regardless of the thankful voice of the hardworking man, he said like a wealthy young man: "There is no painting boat, only this kind of boat, whether you like to sit or not."

"Yo, what a young master."

Fang Rongdao could hear the man laughing.

"Aren't you curious why I found you at this time?" The man was sitting cross-legged on the boat, Fang Rongdao was looking down at him - he always felt that this guy was buried deep in his memory like a small ball, but Obviously he had never seen him.

"Didn't you happen to meet me? You said it yourself." He touched the ring and looked at the bright lights from the river to the sea.

"It's fine if you think so!" Tuanzi cheered: "The Fang Rongdao I know is not as easy to fool as you hahahahaha!"

Fang Rongdao: You say that the person who invites you to the boat is really good (?_?)

"No, I came with the people on the big boat in front, and I'm probably going to leave soon." Tuanzi smiled and pointed to a bright spot in the distance and said, "It's already far away."

"Then why did you say hello to me?" Fang Rongdao asked knowingly.In order to avoid the pursuers sent by his family, he had already planted the spells hidden in the secret book with the strange name. If he hadn't actively communicated, probably no one in this world would have discovered him.

But this man was different—he was not of this world.

"Ah, why did you make the atmosphere so serious again... You should have guessed it," the guy reluctantly fell back, looking at the ship where his master was - a brightly lit ship with hundreds of steps floating on the At sea, like a star looming, the reason why he can't feel the bone-chilling loneliness is precisely because he has an old friend by his side.

"I have something to tell you."

The pedestrians on the road are bustling, and the stars are flowing like mercury.

"What a..." Fang Rongdao almost forgot all the words.

"It's an unbelievable story." The man smiled and nodded, "You, the one I know, behaved in the same way."

"I didn't expect countless years and months to pass... you actually still have things that haven't changed."

The man moved the mask upwards and knocked on the melon seeds that he didn't know where he came from. The crackling sound echoed in the water waves, as if he really told a trivial story just now.

A story about an author with a big brain hole destroying a world and creating another world.

"Then my current efforts..." Fang Rongdao looked at the pile of scattered melon seeds.

"I love you." The group jumped up from the boat and pulled the hem of the gown. "The story is over when it's over. Don't worry about it after you listen to it. Today is Qixi Festival, you have to buy something for labor and management." Buy buy buy buy..."

In the moment when Fang Rongdao was stunned, the boat had already docked, and the group grabbed Fang Rongdao from the boat to the shore: "Hey, I said boy, do you feel that everything today is like a mess?" A hasty dream."

Fang Rongdao's eyes widened.

"This is a story from a long, long time ago. Fang Rongdao is not the god of this world." - "Mountain and River Monster. Volume [-]"

Fang Rongdao hadn’t felt such pure happiness for a long, long time. He was dragged by that group to various places in the city. He wasn’t afraid of chasing soldiers and didn’t need to practice hard. The group knew many interesting places to buy, buy, buy, buy, buy. Of course it is also indispensable, Fang Rongdao only felt that his wallet was always bulging, but he was already dressed more fancy than the girls in Chunfeng Building.

"There is no limit to spirit stones today, you can spend as much as you want hahahahaha!" Tuanzi was holding a bowl of wontons, his chin was a little red from eating.

"Qixi Festival is a festival full of people's love and longing for life." —— "Mountain and River Demon. Volume [-]"

Fang Rongdao looked at the strange little things shining on his body, felt the heat from the wonton soup in front of him, and heard the noisy words of the crowd for the first time——

"Buy a mask, young master, your girl wants it!"

"Hey, you guessed my lantern riddle, there's nothing to say about your success—"

"If you put on this mask, you will be able to be united with your beloved forever for a hundred years √"

"You write here: 'Together forever, we will be together for a hundred years'."

"Hey, I want to ask you something." Fang Rongdao tugged on Tuanzi's sleeve, the dark golden lines reflected a warm light.

"Tomorrow morning, will I still remember what happened tonight?"

"At this time, Fang Rongdao didn't have strong mana and an unattainable status. He was just an ordinary person. An ordinary boy." —— "Shanhe Yaoyilu. Volume [-]"

"No, no." Tuanzi shook his head with a smile, and Fang Rongdao saw the Milky Way in his eyes again.

"Because that's what you and I will experience in the future."

"I hope he will always be that boy." —— "Mountain and River Demon. Volume Finale"

"Huh?" Qu Liushang looked at Fang Rong in surprise and said, "You said you met me a long time ago?"

"That's right, you also said that the me you know is super powerful." Fang Rongdao looked at the gray dumpling with a smile.

The group really hasn't changed at all.

"Ah, so straightforward!" Tuanzi was taken aback: "I thought I would say something very literary..."

"No! You should ask me how I could meet the old you!"

"You have to ask yourself!" Fang Rongdao touched the hair of the fried dumpling: "Good boy, I'll go to practice first."

"Ah, I have become a god, and I am still cultivating a spicy chicken! Spicy chicken Fang Rongdao, please come back and explain clearly, I am about to suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder—"