Bird: K of Green

He should not be the only living person.

A mound of graves is shrouded in splendor and covered with green grass.According to the oriental custom, paper money is burned to pay homage to the dead. On the west coast of Eurasia, black-haired men still use a lighter to light a stack of ghost-like coins, burn them in a charcoal basin, and gradually curl up into black corpses.Another sheet of paper covered with characters, formulas, and forms was pulled out from somewhere in the ruins, sorted one after another, and stuffed into the folder of the military uniform.People, the war is over, return to the land!Suddenly the stirrups clang, and the hero kicks the horse and whips back to his hometown.What is this again, he complained, one dream nests another dream, so stop playing.

Sukuna opened his eyes.

The sky really brightened.He smelled the porridge carefully, thinking that Zi had already woken up, so he washed his face, combed his hair, fastened his clips, put on his shirt and put on his vest and coat, straightened his collar pin, and pushed open the door.A word of good day came from behind the refrigerator, and he saw Zi Yi grinding his nails on the sofa, and Qin Saka called a few times—stay in bed, stay in bed!

wrong.He thought, something is wrong.The refrigerator door was closed, followed by the sound of the can being opened and the wine swallowed. It seemed that nothing was wrong. This was just an ordinary and ordinary morning.What about the flow? Where is the flow?He opened the door, opened his mouth and said, "You two lazy people, I'm going out to fight monsters!"

There is a circle outside the home.

Flowers and water, stones and spirits, go up to the poor green and down to the yellow spring, the time flies like a shuttle, the noise of all beings, and the prosperity of all ages.He turned around and stared at his home. It turned out that his home was made of wood, a log house, like a fortress carved by the characters in a puppet show.A bird chirping flew over his head. Forget it, he thought, didn’t he already know that the world is a theater, and we are just passers-by, and I have already accepted it, um.

He raised his immature head towards the birdsong...who did he see.

Thanks to you.

He couldn't help speaking to the people in the sky, and all the barriers built in his heart suddenly collapsed, and he eagerly opened his arms to hug him, just like a fetus is dependent on amniotic fluid.It's so good, it's flowing in the sky, Tianzhen is really a manhole cover, round, with a horizontal water pulley, the wooden wheel shaft is rotating, and the straw rope is pulling the bucket and it is falling rapidly.

Squeak—thump—the rope was stretched into a straight line, and the barrel slammed into the roof of the wooden house.

pain!

Who?

Somebody punched me.

What about stream?

Sukuna hugged his head, opening his eyes with difficulty.It turned out that he was still in the pile of bones, an old man with a white beard stared at him angrily, waved his golden fist, and said sharply: "Little devil." Bah——Su Jiuna scolded his mother.All are dreams, all illusions, all frauds, only flow is true, only flow is reality, flow is truth, flow is belief, and flow is the only value in this play.

"All conditioned dharmas are like dream bubbles, dew and electricity, and should be viewed in this way."

Jingle Bell.The woman chanted, shook the ring with only six keys left, and the seven doors flew around a stone, Sukuna sat up.The sunlight filled the room like air, and the lint was flying. He covered his forehead and found himself trapped in the soft bedding.This time, he was not so calm anymore, he jumped out of bed without thinking about washing up, and hurriedly pushed open the door, his footsteps were too heavy, and he stomped on the floor.

Come out, come out, come out!He prayed that it doesn't matter whether it's Mr. Pan who drinks and complains about not following the rules, or the smug and cheating purple who sees his face, it doesn't matter, as long as it flows, as long as it flows... But he only smells the aroma of coffee.

——Well, it's nothing.

Zi put down the hand pourer, not forgetting the sadness that flashed across the child's eyes.

Those eyes filled with resentment and loss were filled with the pain as if the most cherished treasure had been taken away.You know, not everything can be restarted, not all wounds can be repaired and healed. For some children, even if the new wounds are exhausted, it is still a pain that cannot be erased for a lifetime.Fortunately, there is power.For them, power is the treasure that enables one to regain what has been lost.However, the transaction of power itself means sacrifice, and the sacrifice needs to be decisive, especially the determination corresponding to the power of kingship, which requires abandoning the most noble and precious people and emotions.Zi stepped forward and hugged the child, smoothing his curled hair.

Form and emptiness, formlessness to spread and attachment to disappear, family and country, war and peace, cause and effect, family affection, love, and friendship.Su Jiuna had a splitting headache, he leaned against the doorpost and pressed his temple, pushed Zi anxiously, and shouted: "Don't touch me! I hate you the most!" The voice was urgent and bored that couldn't be disguised.

Zi ignored it, and still put the child into her arms, Zi said: "Don't force yourself." When she turned her face back, she was surprised to find that Sukuna's eyes overlapped with the flow, with a willful and unscrupulous expression, and a forbearing expression. Perseverance, indestructible nobility, calmness and silence that are neither humble nor overbearing.Although Sukuna was still uttering childish rhetoric, he was obviously different, very different.So Zi repeated: "Don't force yourself."

Sukuna buried his face into Zi's neck, nodded with a whimper, and rubbed his brother's ear temples with his broken hair.He knew that if he hadn't been tormented by the nightmare just now, he wouldn't be so excited, even if he called Zi a bastard, he shouldn't say he hated him... just keep the hatred in his heart.

Qin Saka flew around the hall, swaying through the window, and saw a long bridge erected on the sparkling sea, and a few scattered lighthouses floating in the distance bordering the sky, the lights had already been extinguished.After being baptized by the rain in the middle of the night, the contact bridge was finally restored to cleanliness at noon, and the dust in the impression was washed away.They moved to the other side of the bridge across the bay from Academy Island three days ago, and lived in the top floor of the bay hotel under the jurisdiction of Gojo, in order to observe the movements of the Baiyin clan at close range, and when a certain moment came, Attack the first time.

Zi knows Liu, Liu is an extremely result-oriented person.Getting along with such a person is generally very tiring, and it is a kind of mental torture for ordinary people, because each of his actions and the effects of his actions are linked together, forcing people to follow his rhythm; But it is precisely because of this that those who know him will feel extremely at ease, knowing that even if they can't meet each other, they can be sure that he is behind the scenes to direct and operate something.This is a kind of trust that has been deeply established due to mutual acquaintance and correspondence. Zi knows that Gou Lang has left the island and returned to the island four times in the time period from afternoon to evening, so he believes it. When this period of time unfolds, not necessarily which day, please wait for the signal.

"Hurry up and wash and change clothes." Zi squeezed the bodhi seed on her neck, and wiped the end of Sujiu's eyes with muddy and tear-stained eyes with her thumb, "virtue." Ignoring the unfinished coffee, I looked at Kotosaka who was particularly energetic today, and gave it a plate of bird food.

Qin Saka flew over, before he could eat, he landed on Zi's shoulders first, licked the light scars on Zi's temples very affectionately, and combed those bright and clean hair. "Zi, Zi is the most beautiful!" Kotosaka said.

"Just count your sweet mouth," Zi glanced at it sideways, "Don't want to eat snacks, just eat your bird food obediently." Kotozaka was a little disappointed, but it didn't seem that he was entangled in eating bird food or snacks, and he couldn't speak The description is misty, so he flapped his wings a few times.

After lunch, Zi played "Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes".The kingfisher flies far away to let the wind go, and when it comes back, it combs its feathers on the armrest of the sofa.

Until the sun climbed to the commanding heights of the sky, and the terminal bell rang, Zi Nuo lay down on Sukuna, who was taking a nap due to extreme fatigue, on his lap, and took the terminal.An informant lurking at the electronic pass sent a secret message: at [-]:[-], the target person marked "Yatou Shen Gouro" passed the pass for the fifth time, and the target person marked "Ame Yari" was within the period first.

This day is clearly only the beginning of summer, but the scorching sun raged after the rain. The geese plucked their feathers and cruelly sucked every inch of water that could be squeezed. People talked about the long and scorching heat this year, and the shadows of people were from head to foot of a circle.However, it was probably because of the weekend, the sun was shining endlessly, the ground was still full of people, and the streets were covered with colorful floral cloth.Tokyo has always been bustling, full of traffic, traveling around the hustle and bustle.

The corner of the left shoulder of the cat's suspender skirt has fallen off, the round shoulders are white and greasy, and the calf is wrapped stickily in the suspenders.Xia was suffering, and she groaned as if to vent her anger. When Gou Lang was unaware, she grabbed "Li" to play with, and poked Gou Lang on the back with the scabbard.

"Stop making trouble!" Gou Lang is not always good-natured, he fought with her, snatched back the knife, sweated his neck, and took out the rope to tie his ponytail.Mao laughed and said: "Heizhu looks better with loose hair." Gou Lang ignored her, and heard her say again: "My generation is so hot." He made faces while talking.

Gou Lang was thinking about the conversation he had with Xiao Bai last night, his mind was circling Yiyan's haiku, and he didn't plan to talk to the cat at all.He was thinking about the law of karma and harmony. If this is the case, then is it true that Yu Shaoshen Zi's act of killing the king when he drew his sword to Lord Yiyan was not only a result of karma, but also a cause to promote the ending, so Yiyan The adults are smiling.

They walked through the territory under the jurisdiction of the barbarian. Gou Lang is not a person who likes to play tricks.He looked around and turned straight to the right street.During the day, the Barbara Bar is closed, and the embossed letters on the distressed metal signboard are flushed with red.

The cat pouted, its face and paws pressed against the glass window, half of its shorts were exposed for the audience to see.On the other side, Anna's face was also pressed against the glass, and their cheeks were very intimately separated by a transparent layer.A branch of a tree happened to block Anna at an angle that only the devil knew, so that passers-by couldn't notice the morning star, and Gou Lang only noticed it when he got closer.He looked around quietly and saw three people hiding in the