The villain he is too charming

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Many years later, facing the dim lights in the hall, Xu Rong will recall the distant afternoon when the man sat under the tree and parted from him for the first time.

At that time, he didn't understand anything, but he only remembered that it should be a clear summer, but when he was sitting under the willow tree, he felt the snow from the sky sticking to his palm, which was cool and very comfortable.He asked his wife beside him, "Why does it snow in July?"

Master, like him, is also a mortal.He couldn't see his master's face, but he could only hear his clear and far-sighted voice, slightly magnetic, lingering in his ears, "That's a fairy breakthrough."

"Immortal? Is it a person who can live for a long time?" He asked curiously, and quickly put this matter behind him, thinking about what kind of person the master should be?What kind of clothes is he wearing?It should be as white as in the dream, pure and flawless.He must have had a great-looking face, as did his great voice.What is beauty?He thought it should be just like the world in front of him that he couldn't see but could feel, vast, deep, and dark, but occasionally a little light leaked out, which made him feel joyful enough.

Although the little boy who has been with him for many years said that the master is a well-spoken, ordinary-looking scholar.

He didn't believe it.

The master's voice is cold and quiet, like a bystander, not a person in the painting.He said: "Yes, and no. Many times, immortals are not human beings. They may have been human beings, demons, or just ghosts in the past, but when they embarked on the journey of immortality, they gradually ceased to be human beings. , demons, ghosts, are just existences that pursue power and longevity."

"Oh." He nodded but didn't take this matter to heart.He was both mortal and blind.How could an existence like an immortal have anything to do with him?

At that time, he didn't know how many years later, he was the famous Daoist Qingwei in the world of mountains and seas. He had been in charge of the Shangqing sect, which ranked first in the world of mountains and seas, for many years. He was a well-deserved power of distraction and was admired , the majesty is so heavy that no one dares to plunder its edge.

At that time, he was only thinking about the things in front of him, and he only vaguely recalled the special dream he had last night.He had dreams many times, and in those dark dreams, there was only pure darkness, and he could only grope forward, accidentally breaking into one dream after another.He didn't know who they were, the only thing he knew was that it wasn't his dream.He knew that whenever something happened, he was going to have his own dream.

The last time I had a dream was because of my master. In the dark night, following the faint light, I met my master on the stone bridge. The rainwater hit my white clothes, scratched across his broad chest, and wet him. The corners of his clothes, even the tips of his eyebrows were stained with moisture. He should be in a state of embarrassment, but he showed a relaxed attitude.He looked up and handed over the oiled paper umbrella in his hand.

The master's eyebrows were slightly lowered, his expression was calm, he just lowered his eyes lightly, looked at himself, and didn't say anything.Just when he was lost, the master suddenly knelt down, picked him up in one hand, held an umbrella in the other, and walked slowly across the stone bridge, along the road by the river, to his home.

Every time he took a step, the darkness on the side of the road dissipated a bit, and those disturbing and terrifying illusions were also completely dissipated, and there was even a little light in the sky.

He was young, but he didn't care to look at this rare beauty. He looped his wife's shoulders and stared blankly at the person who suddenly appeared in his dark world. His face was blurred, only the pure whiteness, Clean and pure, it seemed to catch his attention all at once.

His figure, his existence always reminded him inexplicably of the time when he stayed quietly in the small courtyard in the past, with no one to accompany him, no one to respond, only silence and speechlessness.

When he was young, he didn't understand that feeling called loneliness.Everyone in this world comes alone and dies alone.Even if it is remembered, it is quickly forgotten.That's why people in the world tirelessly search for longevity, and for this vast world, where all living beings in this world remember themselves.

How did he understand all this in that year.He only remembered that not long after that dream, on a rainy day, he really met the wife he had seen in the dream.He couldn't see his face, never heard his voice, only the faint scent of grass and trees on the tip of his nose reminded him that it was him.Soon, he really became his only wife.He laughed heartily and hugged his only wife tightly.

At that time, he didn't understand that some people are destined to break into your life, give you the strength to move forward, and finally break all of them, and finally you will spend your whole life to forget him.

Even if he is the only light in your heart.

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Xu Rong has been blind since birth.

His world is pitch black, and he can't even see clearly the mother who gave birth to him, the father who gave him his surname.What's special is that he can dream, and in his dreams he can see some unknown worlds in the daytime.As he gradually grows up, he gradually understands that it is not his own dream, those beautiful, dark, colorful dreams mixed with joy and unknown emotions are all other people's.

Most of his own dreams were pure black.

He never liked to have dreams about himself, except for the night when he met his wife. ·

In a farther time, he had a dream about himself. In the dream, a graceful and luxurious woman was holding a crying baby, but she was happy. She patiently coaxed the baby, gave him the purest care, and looked forward to his growth.Year after year, the woman watched the child grow up, she would bend down to carefully straighten the child's loose skirts and hair, and would constantly urge him to study.

He stood in the corner, watching this scene from a distance, without saying a word.He knew it was his mother, a mother he hadn't seen for many years.

Not long after that dream, his younger brother was born.After being tested by the immortal masters in the Taoist temple, he is born with aura full of aura, which is a rare talent and beauty, and he will definitely enter the immortal sect in the future.Unlike him, born with blocked meridians and blind eyes, he is a pure waste.

All his life, he should be just a mortal.But there is nothing wrong with that, he always thought that way when he was young, but he didn't know that many years later, when he stood in the empty hall, he thought the same way when he recalled the past.

Long life, long life, in this huge mountain and sea world, countless monks, countless living beings, could it be that they are seeking longevity.But at that moment, when he watched the life lamp representing that person go out in the hall, he knew clearly that what he wanted in his life was never longevity.

It turns out that I still can't forget how many years ago he hugged himself in his arms and talked about the stars and floating dust. He held his hand and taught him to raise his arm and swing a sword. He sat under the willow tree and accompanied him quietly like that. Own.

Unfortunately, you know, that's just a memory.The past is all fake, all the good things in the past no longer exist, even the most tough and dull emotions are gone.

You no longer love him.

You just don't want to get over him.

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Last night, he saw his dream again.Sitting under the tree blankly, he forgot everything in his dream for some reason.Only a vague impression made him feel a kind of pure uneasiness and sadness.It seemed that something was going to disappear completely.

"I'm leaving."

With his eyes open, his beautiful face looked childish and innocent. His dim eyes and thin body always made people feel pity.It's just not pure affection, looking at him, as if seeing his thin but stubborn figure in the future.Destiny has already planted the foreshadowing, writing down the future of a character.The world will not change because of a certain person. He has his own consciousness, moving and laying out little by little, allowing each character to walk into his due destiny.

However, the people under the tree clearly understood that he shouldn't stop.That night, he shouldn't have just sat down casually, wandering through this bloody city with a pre-determined ending.He shouldn't have stopped on that stone bridge and hugged the boy who was passing the umbrella in front of him.

They should have no intersection at this moment.

The snow in the sky was about to melt, the man in white under the tree got up, his slender fingers with thin calluses wanted to brush the slightly frowning brows of the child who was sitting alone, but he still retreated.

In a year, or maybe just a few months, they will see each other again.It's just that on that day, the boy's family will be ruined, and he will almost die under the sword of others. At that time, he will appear and accept this child as the first true disciple.He will take him back to the mountain gate. Many years later, he will be in charge of the mountain gate just like himself, and be the Taoist monarch of the Shangqing sect that has existed for thousands of years in the mountain and sea world. In such a day, is it happy, satisfied, or endless? It was tasteless, he didn't know what the boy in front of him would think.

Perhaps, the constant is eternal loneliness.

But what's the point?What does that matter to him?He is just a touch of reason, an inorganic consciousness, as an existence to maintain world order.

His existence is just to maintain order for thousands of years.Coming to this world is just to play a role, follow the fate written in the world, and carry out tasks step by step just like every time in the past.Even if conscious, so what?Everything is nonsense, everything is written.

"Master, will you come back?" A weak voice sounded behind him, he paused for a while, and responded decisively.

"will not."

"Master, I will never forget you." The boy behind him suddenly shouted loudly.For some reason, his calm, inorganic eyes revealed a rare daze. The child behind him gave the impression of being like the morning breeze, gentle and comfortable, but there was always a hint of lightness hidden in his eyes. sadness.

He seldom expresses his opinion, rarely speaks of himself.Every time he meets and meets with him, he never reveals any intimacy and care, he just treats the plot characters that he should meet every time he meets every time as programmed.

He is indifferent, cold.The boy is smart and sensitive, it is impossible not to know his true face.

He said he would never forget himself.

The face of the man in white under the tree was still indifferent, he did not respond, and there was silence in the air.He knew that the boy would forget him eventually.

When he grows up, he will find that the world is very big, he will know many people, have seen many things, he will have a good companion, a lover who treats him sincerely, and he will find that the things he cares about now have become unimportant at that time .

But at this moment, he still wants to believe this sentence.

I don't know how long it has passed, the young man who sat alone on the ground for so long closed his eyes lonely, thinking of the past when his master took his hand and wrote on his palm, missed his warm embrace, buried his head sullenly, and watched forever Invisible ground.He must have left, gone far away, never to be found again.

"Okay, don't forget me."

Hearing this sudden light voice, the young man was slightly taken aback, but finally smiled and said, "Of course."

The sun has set in the west, and the dazzling rosy clouds are rising from the sky. It seems that they are feeling the previous breakthrough and celebrating the appearance of the Taoist Lord in this West Wuzhou again, but the person who made the breakthrough has no feeling at all.

He just stayed where he was, staring at the boy's rare smile, letting the breeze caress his cheeks, letting the darkness erode him, and letting his stable and peaceful world collapse in an instant.