Journey to the West: the reincarnation of the white fox

He took my hand and walked down the road.

He didn't know, I fell in love, and was held by a strange man for the first time.

This feeling is really strange.

And even more strange, is this road.

It seems to be shuttling through the clouds, except for white clouds on the roadside, there are dark clouds.

But I was walking flat, and I didn't feel like I was climbing up.

I took his hand.

He held my hand tightly, followed by tenderness, as if telling me not to be afraid.

I stopped there.

The body is still moving forward.

In fact, I am not walking, but this road is supporting me to move forward.

"Is it somersaulting cloud?" I asked.

He still didn't speak.

"Oh, I forgot that you are dumb." I said to myself, "No, this is not a somersaulting cloud. A somersaulting cloud is going to somersault, and I did nothing, and neither did you."

He continued to hold my hand tenderly, and for a moment, I was in a trance.

It seems that this is a long-lost intimacy and care.

My heart is sour.

"Dumb, do you know why I don't want to find a boyfriend?" My other hand touched the crystal necklace on my chest, which was the only thing my father left me when he left home, "Because men can't be trusted. Many men, as long as you take a look, you can tell what they are thinking?"

My fingers flicked the large crystal at the bottom of the necklace, "They were thinking, 'Go to bed'!"

Usually when I talk about this period, the male classmates around me will respond.

These male students usually say: "I am different from them", "I am a gentleman", "I am not interested in that aspect", etc., which are very fake.They are all young men, how could they not be interested?But beside me, he not only didn't say anything, he didn't even do anything.

He is like a pool of stagnant water, and my various words are like stones, no matter how big or small, sharp or smooth, there is no ripple.

Let's move on.

One of my hands was held by him, and the other hand continued to touch the necklace.

High school students are not allowed to wear necklaces.

But it was the only thing my father left me.

After the head teacher visited my home, he gave me the green light.

I don't know why my father bought me a "sea blue star" necklace.

Isn't "Aquamarine" a classic in "Titanic"?

It is a symbol of eternal love.

But where is his love with his mother?

Since he doesn't love his mother, why did he give birth to me?

Since he gave birth to me, why did he leave me?

Thinking about it, tears welled up in my eyes.

A white handkerchief floated in front of me.

I know it's Wukong.

There was a touch of emotion in my heart.

I looked at Wukong,

What I saw were eyes as warm as moonlight.

The white handkerchief actively wiped my face,

Gently wipe away the lines of tears.

Then, where the white handkerchief disappeared, two lines of writing appeared.

I read carefully:

"

The ten-mile long pavilion is covered with frost, and the blue hair and white hair are what year.

No regrets in this life, no mistakes in this life, and fate in the next life.

"

In just a moment, these two lines of words are like a whirlpool that can suck me deeply, and there are many different emotions expressed between the lines.

I suddenly realized: at least I had a father's love, and Sun Wukong didn't even know who his father was.

In other words, he jumped out of a crack in the rock, and he didn't have a father at all.

Thinking about it this way, he suffers more than me.

I looked at these two lines again, and after putting aside my father's love and family affection, it seemed that some half-understood thoughts came to my mind dimly, but they were surprisingly vivid.

"What's wrong with me?" I thought to myself, "Isn't it just two lines of words, why did it make me so sad and sad?"

I looked at Goku again.

His smile is as smooth as "Aquamarine".

He seemed to be able to ignite a storm of conflicted feelings that was hiding in me.

But the male classmates around me are always full of the impulsive desire of puberty, and the excess energy that cannot be satisfied, and none of them can really skip the appearance of the female classmate, and never care about her. point of view to observe.

These male classmates always give me a vulgar feeling.They approached again and again with nothing to do, just like grains of cold ice, accumulating into solid ice that cannot be melted, like the peaks of Wuyou Mountain, smooth and crystal clear, surrounding me, gathering the increasingly severe cold into me.They only give me the feeling of dead white, how can there be the feeling of bright colors?

"These two lines are really well written." I said.

Goku nodded greatly.

It seems that he has already recited these two lines in his heart countless times.

It seems that these two lines of words have been integrated into his blood and into his soul.

After walking for a few hours, we returned to Wuyou Mountain.

Back to the place where Fat Girl and I robbed the tomb.

"Ah, the air here is better!" I opened my arms and embraced the familiar place.

He turned around and walked into the distance.

"Wait!" I was afraid that he would really leave, so I yelled. ,

My lonely figure is reflected in the moonlight.

He stopped.

In an instant, it appeared before my eyes again.

It seems that Do Min Joon in "My Love from the Star" can teleport through space.

Or, like him, Do Min Joon has some so-called superpowers.

I'm not Cheon Song Yi, I don't need Professor Dou to protect me.

But I need Sun Wukong to talk to me.

At least listen to me.

When the material reaches a certain level, I often have a higher pursuit of the spirit.

Perhaps in my confusing memory, only the loneliness of my mother, who was deeply in my heart at that time, was the thing I was most afraid of.

I am most afraid of being alone, of being alone and taking on everything.

I am strong on the surface, but deep down in my emotions, I am depressed.

In other words, it is precisely because I am so soft at the bottom of my heart that I appear strong on the surface.

Especially in front of Fei Niu and other classmates.

I suddenly had an urge to hold Wukong's warm and powerful hand and tell him my sadness over the years.But I soon realized the absurdity of my own thinking, and this was the first day I met him.

His smile is like spring in the garden.

Reminds me of that poem:

"

Zhongfang shakes down Du Fuyan, and takes all the style to Xiaoyuan.

Shuying horizontally and shallow water, subtle fragrance floating moon dusk.

Frostbirds want to steal their eyes first, and the white butterflies are like knowing and breaking their souls.

Fortunately, there is a micro-yin that can be linked together, and there is no need for sandalwood to share the golden statue.

"

He took the initiative to hold my hand,

There is a refreshing floral fragrance in the eyes.

He seemed to tell me, "I'll stay."

"But...but where do you live?" I asked.

He pointed to Worry-free Mountain.

"In the mountains?" I was about to invite him to the bustling urban area, but suddenly realized that he didn't have an ID card yet!

Without an ID card, one cannot buy a house, rent a room, enter a hotel, or stay in a hotel... It can be said that in today's hotels, without an ID card, it is almost impossible to move an inch.

"Then you are on the mountain." I pouted and said, "When I need you, I will come to the mountain to find you."