I am the young master of Kongsang, and when I woke up, the Buddha jumped over the wall...

Maybe it's because I finally have a sense of memory, although it comes from an outsider who has five unreliable sentences in three sentences; maybe it's because I was relieved from the panic of losing my memory, and I really want to believe that it's not a big deal. I am still me, and they are still them. I feel weak like a lost soul, and it is much better at night.

It’s just that I still can’t fall asleep. Whenever I hug the quilt and feel sleepy, the severe pain of a dagger piercing my chest follows me everywhere, making me sit in shock from the warmth. Several times, this time it’s very close to sleep. When I wake up, the book on the desk next to the bed It was all spread out by the shock, I put on my clothes and got up, and touched the pages of the book, there was still a trembling feeling of spiritual power, this feeling was very familiar, as if I was born with such power.

I was thinking carefully, trying not to touch the painful Nilin, but I was able to recall as many memories as possible in my body, but there was a quiet and graceful Xiaoqu from outside the window, and the performer seemed to have used a lot of energy. The power of the soul made the faint Xiao Qu, across the garden, across the corridor, across the protective formation in my room, and passed it to my ears.

After a long while, I came back to my senses and opened the window. The cold air was blowing outside the window, but there was no one there. I called him, "Buddha jumped over the wall?"

I stared at the window, wanted to call him louder, but shut my mouth, and realized that it would be even more impossible for him to appear, so I choked on the cold wind for no reason. I leaned on the table and fumbled for tissues in the drawer. Sooner than my coughing could not be suppressed and leaked between my fingers, I took out a wet tissue and frantically wiped my hands. I was so icy that the Buddha jumped out of the window and closed the window and said, "It's cold in the middle of the night, so beauties take care of themselves." good."

It was too late to pull the window, I put my hand on the window frame, his hand closing the window stopped, and went to hold the back of my hand, "What is the beauty doing?" He deliberately warmed his hand with soul power, if he It should be very touching if it wasn't on the back of my hand trying to get my hand off the window frame. I replied stiffly, "It's cold in the night, why don't you go back to your room to rest, isn't it cold outside?"

He tilted his head and said, "It's been a long night, so I can't sleep, so I take it for pleasure. Since I disturbed the beauty, I will go back, and the beauty will rest." My hands were clasped tightly on the window frame, And he didn't dare to use force like a child holding a cotton candy, and finally returned in vain. He just patted the back of my hand lightly, "Good, huh?" I said, "I don't believe it." He asked back, "The beauty doesn't believe me?"

I didn't answer, but said slowly, "In today's schedule, I don't have any major matters. I only dealt with Kongsang's accounts today. Everything else is the same as usual, except for one thing," I looked straight into his eyes, " At this time, it is approaching the end of the year, and the number of guests jumping over the wall is [-]% lower than in previous years."

Buddha Tiaoqiang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Is there such a thing? I never cared about these trivial matters, and I couldn't answer the beauty for a while, but I heard from them that the price of meat has more than doubled this year-maybe it has something to do with it. "I said, "The price of seafood has not increased, the source of ingredients in Kongsang is special, and the price of meat has not increased. It is approaching the end of the new year. Every year, the sales speed of all major dishes is [-]-[-]% faster than usual, and some are extremely expensive. The increase may not be obvious, but there will still be growth. The status of the soul-eating dishes is positively related to the popularity of the dishes in the mortal world. The lost dishes, the soul-eating will eventually die out, and the soul-eating has suffered heavy losses. The popularity that is sought after by people in the mortal world will also cool down to a certain extent, and Kongsang is the culmination of gourmet food in the world. This cooling will be reflected ten times in Kongsang. Kongsang's gate will be opened to him."

Buddha jumped over the wall and smiled, "What should I do? Since the beauty knows it well, even if I have some minor headaches and brain problems, it will be reflected ten times on Kongsang's menu, so why worry too much, I naturally won't Something is wrong. It’s easy for a beauty to care about me so much, so it’s easy for me to be sentimental.” He leaned over and got so close, I was so scared that I regretted taking a step, and took my hand away from the window frame, and he closed the window while I didn’t react at all. less than.

In desperation, a sharp spiritual force hit the window, and Buddha jumped over the wall withdrew his hand in astonishment, "Beauty, have you...recovered?" Get back to your size, I have a big head, "I'm sorry, come in quickly, I Bandage your wound." The Buddha jumped over the wall and said, "Don't worry, beauty, I'll be fine, just take a rest, I'll take care of it myself."

I said coldly, "As the young master of Kongsang, I want to understand your mood. If you don't want to come in, I will break the window today, so that you don't always have to wait through the window. What do you think?" ?” He sighed, “Beauty, it’s not a good habit to threaten others with your own safety—love hurts, enemies fast.” Even so, he still jumped into the window honestly and closed the window. window.

I bandaged his wound, but noticed that his elbow was a little unnatural, so I tried to roll his sleeve to find out. Buddha jumped over the wall and held down my wobbly hand, and asked me meaningfully, "Beauty, it's a quiet night." , lonely man and widow, can you finally bear it?" I...

I took a long breath, "Okay, I'm going to sleep, you go to bed early too." I continued to warn him fiercely, "I tell you to go back to sleep and stop blowing the cold wind here. Be careful of getting the same cold as last time." ” He shook his head and said with a smile, “Actually, I haven’t caught any cold—I would really misunderstand that the beauty is so caring.”

I said, "I care about your misunderstanding." I pushed him to the door, "Even if you always put on a look of rejecting me thousands of miles away, you are still a Buddha jumping over the wall. I care about you. What a misunderstanding." He suddenly looked back at me, his eyes mixed a lot, surprised, complicated, and even a little sullen, I was a little flustered by him, but I had a clear conscience, so I welcomed Catching his gaze, he turned around, sighed, and rubbed my hair, "I've heard a legend about another beauty: there was once a goddess of the moon in this world, she was passionate by nature, and loved to play tricks on young men. Feelings," he said, "I thought I had already made it very clear, but the beauty is teasing me at this time?" He said, laughing out loud, "Or, the beauty is so mean, even the last trace Decent, don't let me stay?"

I was dumbfounded, and grabbed his sleeve, which was trying to walk away, "Buddha jumps over the wall, explain it clearly if you have the ability. You have always rejected me, so why did I tease you?" He asked me, "Beauty, remember?" Is that a pair of soulmates? At first, I was pecked by one of them." I can still recall some fragmentary pictures, and blinked, "Then you caught the wind and cold, and we spent a lot of effort to get the other One caught, what's wrong?"

He glanced at me, seemed to suddenly lose interest in the narrative, and said in a few words, "The beauty was pecked accidentally, but luckily she didn't end up in the same embarrassing situation as me." I suddenly understood what he meant, "Because I'm not infected with bosom friend's symptoms, so you feel that I have no intentions for you, and I'm just teasing you from now on—you," he didn't speak, only sighed softly, I don't know what to say, inexplicable With a sore nose, I just murmured, "How can you feel that way, you, are you still Buddha jumping over the wall?"

He whispered, "It's very late at night, go to sleep, the world is unpredictable, I have stepped into a situation that I shouldn't have stepped into, but I can't get out, I can't blame you," he touched my face, "I I once thought that if there is anyone in this world who can stand beside you," he laughed, "I am the only one who can imitate him with my radiance and clothes, so I don't want to, and I will never allow, to become not like me."

I said, "You know again. I always thought you weren't a pessimist, and I always thought you knew," he listened, and I whispered, "I always thought you knew, too. Feelings—" He was silent, and my voice was lower, "Isn't it because I was pecked and I didn't get sick? There's nothing wrong with the wind and cold, just blowing it will be fine."

He suddenly laughed lowly, "This is too foul, it seems that I shy away because it is not fair, I never ask you for fairness, my goddess of the moon, if you want, I am the only one worthy of it in this world " I tugged at his sleeve, but he didn't avoid it, but his movements froze a bit, and I argued, "I'm not a goddess of the moon, I'm not lying, and I don't want to play tricks on you."

He hummed, and looked at me with a smile, "Yes, I know. How could you think of this?" I was at a loss for words, and I couldn't argue with him, so I simply plunged into his arms, crying like a baby, "I There is no need to do anything wrong, why don't you believe me." He gently stroked my back, "Why didn't I believe you?" I was angry for a while, and suddenly felt something that I revealed in the morning, and I took advantage of it. He didn't pay attention, and took it out of his arms——

It was a half of Yu Xiao, the hole was inside, stained with dried blood, my movements froze for a moment, the fake cry turned into real soreness, dripping from the eye sockets, he took the jade Xiao from my hand, He whispered, "Beauty, didn't you say that you want to give me ten more? Is it worth your tears to break an old thing?" I couldn't speak, but he approached me, and he asked me, "Since I The moon has given me such an honor, so I will also have some privileges, such as..." I looked up at him, he lowered his head and kissed my teary eyes, and then wiped away the tears on his lips, "Mmm... sweet .”

...You have such a bad sense of taste.

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I asked him to sit down and poured him a cup of hot water, "it's inconvenient to drink tea late at night, a cup of thin water - I guess, even if you go back, you won't go back to your room to rest in peace." A glass of water, the boiling water cast a layer of mist in front of his eyebrows, and the mist hung on his eyelashes, which was very moving, "In my opinion, the glass of white water for a beauty is better than all the fine nectar and jade dew in the world."

I looked at him deeply, and finally said, "It's not appropriate for me to ask this question. After all, I'm a rebellious traveler who doesn't know where the day is, but I'm worried that if I don't ask, no one will ask again." You, Buddha jumps over the wall," I breathed a sigh of relief, "Is it interesting to imitate your former self?"

He raised his eyelashes to look at me, the mist on the eyelashes wet the eyelashes, and was evaporated by his soul power, "Why did the beauty say that?" I said, "There is nothing in this world that can be turned back, such as I lost all memories , the past experiences and the people I know constitute the past me, and the panic of losing everything today, and the lonely courage that is not afraid constitute the present me. Although I hope to retrieve the memories of the past, it is not for the past me , to guide myself today, or if I can’t get it back,” I chuckled, “it’s all over. You’ve always been smarter than me, Buddha jumps over the wall, why don’t you understand?”

I looked at him deeply, "Whether Zhiyinniao brought you a fleeting cold or a chronic disease that cannot be cured for a lifetime, I hope it is the former, because I am not sure that I can cure you. But it doesn’t mean I’m afraid of anything—” I said in a condensed voice, “I was once born surrounded by flowers, surrounded by people, but I was also alone, and I was loved by people, but I also lived and died. You have seen me Have you ever been afraid of anything? Even if it’s you, even if I have nothing now. Will you be worried that I will be afraid of the unknown ending and refuse for me when I make a decision?” I said, “You despise me too much.”

He looked at me, whenever he looked at me, his eyes were so soft and warm, as if they could cover me with dazzling light in the past, I was always intoxicated by it, and I didn't know where to go , and even get carried away.He looked up at me, "The beauty doesn't even know why I'm suffering, she only uses this temporary antidote to satisfy my suffering for a while, no matter in the future, it's not worth it, and I hope I can finally refuse—" I Said, "Maybe it's too conceited to say so, but I'm not going to give you the chance to refuse." He smiled and shook his head, "I can't do it anymore."

It has been several thousand years since Kongsang. Although it was repaired according to my preferences, the original structure has not been damaged. I live in the master bedroom of the East Courtyard. Sometimes I communicate with the remnant souls in the books. They joked that this is the East Palace , according to the layout plan thousands of years ago, this master bedroom with an attached room may be larger than a 6000 million three-bedroom apartment in a modern capital—of course, the green gauze cabinet and the footbed in front of the window will live in the living room by itself. It has been rarely used here for more than [-] years. I even piled up the old furniture in the formation in the inner room, leaving only an empty big bed and four or five bookcases, which I don't feel empty.

But I don't know why at this time, it seems that the soft bed beside the big bed has been removed, and a thin quilt has been placed on it, and there is still a faint warm fragrance.

This is just right, I have already placed a warm quilt on the soft pillow, picked up a blond hair left on the soft pillow, I twisted the hair, lowered my eyes and said, "I want you to go back at this moment, it's just for The Xiao was blowing in the yard all night. If you are really worried that I will be disturbed by nightmares, stay here. My Kongsang is a world where everyone is treated equally, which means that I will never treat anyone who eats The soul lies: I am indeed trapped by nightmares, tossing and turning. But if you stand outside the door in the snow, you will only add new nightmares to me."

Many of the soul-eating people here, the young master Kongsang I know, always have a sweet smile, a soft temper, and strive to make progress, but some of them have known me for a long time-I don’t want my Kongsang to have a clear hierarchy , everyone cares about themselves, and has been like this since childhood.But it doesn't mean that all soul eaters, all ghosts, all apostles, and all guests will follow my principles when they come here. After all, I'm just a small dumpling that's not as tall as a person's waist.When I was young, I was an out-and-out little devil. In order to achieve my goal, I cried, jumped, and did everything: I once hugged the waist of Buddha Tiaoqiang and yelled for half the night, just because he refused to sleep with me; On the easel, I complained that he didn't look at me when he looked at the painting; Longjing asked me to wait for the morning dew, and I fell asleep holding the clay pot, insisting that the dew polluted by my young master's demigod and sleepy eyes is the real dew Beijing Roast Duck is obsessed with ducks, and I missed the agreement with him, so I forced Squirrel Mandarin Fish to make small skirts for each duck, put them on the duck’s bed in turn, and put them on the bed of Peking Duck. It's called "Servant's Sleeper"; even the pot-wrapped vodka was mixed with the fragrant medicine that I had scented in the dumplings. He drank the second bottle and his sense of smell was not as good as before. Long, swallow a mouthful of Sichuan pepper—(In the era of dumplings, many hot pot bases were still spices and expensive medicinal materials.)

Just when I was meditating in the Xiao Sheng, many memories that were not considered important at all came flooding back. Perhaps this symbolized that for "me", the most important thing was not how to use spiritual power or the knowledge acquired through hard work, but rather It's them.

Of course, Buddha Tiaoqiang knows better than anyone else that I am saying the same thing, and sat down obediently on the soft bed. He stared at me deeply at the head of the bed. The angle of view was exactly the same as when I woke up in the morning. He suddenly smiled and said, "Every time Looking at the beauty, I suddenly feel that the world is getting smaller." I said, "At this moment, there are only you and me in the world." The Buddha jumped over the wall and said, "It's not just that, every time at this time, not only can I not see any irrelevant people beside me , even, I can't see the way I can't get what I want at this moment—"

I don't understand why he still said that he couldn't get what he asked for until now, but he was already sleepy. I knew that I couldn't win him with words, and that talking with swords and guns was not a good medicine to calm people's hearts, so I said slowly, "I don't want to listen to Xiao tonight, you Would you like to be like a child?" He breathed out, held his breath and approached me, leaving a good night kiss on my forehead, "There are also bedtime stories." I turned my head, and pecked his cheek like I did when I was a child , he covered his cheeks and stayed where he was, a blush appeared on his white face like jade, he wanted to droop his eyelashes, but found that he was looking directly at my eyes from his angle, so he didn't know where to look, and it took a long time to find me. Back to his own voice floating in mid-air, "This is too much..."

Just when a trace of drowsiness hit me and made people's hearts soften, he suddenly began to tell his bedtime story, "Once upon a time, there was a little mermaid, she was called the pearl of this sea, and everyone loved her." Said, she is the most beautiful of the sea,"

My original drowsiness was almost awakened by a shock.Buddha jumps over the wall, where?Why tell Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales?Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales and Grimm's fairy tales can be called the two dark secrets that ruin childhood.Cruel-hearted Buddha jumps over the wall so that the young master has no childhood.JPG.

I still didn't complain in the end, and he continued, "It wasn't until one day that she met the prince that she realized that there was a bright moon in this world that even she had to look up to, so she naturally went to To get close to him, it’s just that the sea and the land have different species and different languages.”

His version seems to be a little different. He continued, "Fortunately, as a lover of flowers, the prince can also return with her. Although there are often accidents, he can also embrace her. The Little Mermaid and The prince, from a different world, is a different creature, but the feelings in his chest are connected with each other. The first ray of morning sun rising in the morning sun, and the prince's delicate sleeping face; the first evening star rising in the evening sun, With the eyes of the little mermaid, they look at each other, the soul of this fetter is connected, enough to overcome all barriers of foreign objects, not to fall into any, fragile, fleeting, sinful cliché, the little mermaid thinks, that is human Eternal. She is the foam on the surface of the sea, the color that reflects the sun, her life is long and almost endless, but for this embrace, she can stick to this piece of day and night, wearing the warm and sparkling eyes of the prince, in everything In the eternity that turns into dust, to feed the end of the year, to feed the old age. However, the beauty of such a short human life can also wither faster."

So the prince you are talking about, is he male or female, round or flat, or whether he is beautiful or not, is it that special?If this was any other occasion, I would have started complaining, but his tone took my breath away.

Buddha Tiaoqiang continued, "She is not afraid. Fragile things have their beauty, but beautiful things are not fragile after all. She has never been afraid. After a short encounter, the lonely sea waves and the sky," he used His forehead pressed mine, "She is not afraid either, the prince belongs to his country, to his people, to death, to the long years that are nothing after that, but not to her, human obsessions are governed by desire Temperance, she heard, that period lasts for half a month, which lasts no more than seven years, and is as short as the blink of an eye-it is the possibility that she has already foreseen when she surfaced and planned that encounter; Kissing her lover with eyes and waking up, she already knew the ending. She never asked for more," he leaned closer to me, and said in my ear, "nor should have been given more."

He said, "You don't have to look down on her, she's not afraid of the blades. If stepping on the blades can make her step on land, she loved those blades, spinning and dancing on the tip of the blades, and she was happy dancing with her own blood. If the labor pain can connect their souls, it would be a scenery along the way—but one day she suddenly realizes that things are not that simple. The extravagant desire for things and the pain she embraces will eventually push her to the other end..."

"The closer you get, the more easily her love becomes a horror, and she ceases to be the Little Mermaid and becomes a Siren. Once this evolution begins, it cannot be terminated. The ocean said to her, go away, This is not your world. You will never understand the joys and sorrows of people, and you cannot accept the smiles he opens to others. There is no unique thing in the world of people, and there is no eternity. You are no longer the one who looked at him with a smile. The fear is that the lover’s fear of beasts will eventually surpass his love for the dumb woman—whether he will abandon you under the drive of torture, Rather, you will bid farewell to the once warm encounter and walk towards the cold abyss of pain." (There are places where sirens and banshees of pain are linked.)

I suddenly said, "The Little Mermaid will never become a siren. If she did, she was a siren from the beginning." Buddha jumped over the wall and said with a smile, "No, when she met the prince, she was the little mermaid." I said, "The siren is a natural beast, not a docile thing. His beauty and danger coexist. Even if he can confuse people, he is blind." I looked into his eyes, "If she is The Little Mermaid, then she will never become a siren, she just...learned human feelings. If he was a siren, then," I stared at him, "that's just me falling in love with a siren." A ferocious beast just for me to restrain my nature."

He said in a hoarse voice, "You are so greedy, my bright moon, you have already taken my heart away, you are not even sure about your feelings for me, and you want everything from me again." I hugged His neck and forehead were pressed against his forehead, "So, you plan to reject me again like last time?" His cheeks blushed slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I can't do it. "He put my hand into the quilt carefully, and said in a low voice, "I am yours, all of it, good night, my bright moon." I finally had no choice but to hold his hand, " You always think too much, but including your consideration of gains and losses, I will also include it—" I looked at him, "Good night, I don't want to see you sad, this is not what you should be, I'll try to prove it."

When the watch in Tianjie rang, even the stars and the moon sank into the thin quilt-like clouds.

Buddha jumped over the wall and sat on the head of the bed, and finally touched the sleeping girl's forehead lightly. The girl's forehead was slightly cold, perhaps because his hands were too hot. He lowered his head, and suddenly bent his mouth, "I'm sorry, I don't I should lie to you, I am not afraid of becoming a siren," he whispered, "but, I am already. When you are unconscious again, or earlier, when the ice coffin is sent back to Kongsang, or even as early as I When you don't even know."

【【small theater】】

【[I don’t want to write about Longjing, we don’t have Longjing and we’re afraid of OOC, let’s write about Xiaosun, here it’s presented in a small theater╭(╯^╰)╮】]

Longjing: Regarding the Zhiyin bird, I have read many classics these days.

Buddha jumps over the wall: Even Brother Longjing can't help but make fun of me?

Longjing: Have you heard of elixir?It is a legend of the age of gods earlier than Babylon. In our age of gods, there is also something similar to it, called "thousand steps", which can prevent all diseases from taking it.In the Qin Dynasty, when the first emperor sent people to search for medicine, the Qianbu of Penglai was extinct, but it spread all over the world, and there will always be omissions.

Longjing: She suffered from it when she was young, and was assassinated dozens of times, so her body was weak. The God of Cookery traveled with her companions, half of which was to seek this grass. born.It's just... this grass is of great importance, after you've heard it, it's like you haven't heard it.

Buddha Tiaoqiang (laughs): As expected of Brother Longjing, it’s just a search for classics, a little speculation, it’s like experiencing it yourself.

Long Jing guessed that he didn't speak in such a tone, but he was a genius after all, and suddenly realized: You knew it earlier?Also... Ever since she was separated from the God of Cookery for the first time in the mortal world, the God of Cookery handed you over to her, how could you not know.It's your painstaking efforts, I'm worrying about you for nothing!

Buddha jumps over the wall: I don't remember anything before the beauty brought me back, so none of my resentment, my confusion, my self-pity, and the like are fake.It's just that I suddenly realized recently that I am Taohuatanshui, I am Han Cuiyu, I embrace the bright moon and sink with me, this place is so beautiful, why does Brother Longjing think that I am painstakingly lonely?

Longjing: In that case, you can go back. (So ​​why do I have a confidant with such a dirty heart.)

(The heart is a cv stalk, don't look around and it's you, Jieda.)

(The mermaid above is a reference to a famous scene in the movie Mermaid: Mermaid! Did you know it’s a mermaid! It’s not a question of whether she’s beautiful or not, she’s a very special kind.) The Buddha set himself up as a mermaid, and the young master as a prince is really funny hhhh)

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Fofo: Let the beauty see me in such a mess. (Inner os: Come and comfort me, my sleeve is torn!)

Young Master: Will I buy you another ten pieces?

Fofo: The jade flute you gave me is broken. (Inner os: Get angry quickly, confess to me, trigger exploration quickly, do you feel my love? All props must be used at the right time).

Young Master: Don’t be sad, I’ll give you another one?

Fofo: Yuxiao, I broke it. (Inner os: It’s right to be angry. Longjing said that the higher the cost of paying, the more overwhelming the relationship will be. The nature of people’s profit-seeking, or people’s liking for the new and dislike the old, which one is more important? Even if it is your future guilt, it is also my Chips to look forward to together.)

Young Master: You heartless man.

Fofo: Well... tears are sweet. (os: If you hit a straight ball, you will have nowhere to hide if you are rejected, maybe it's time for me to leave)

Young Master: Your sense of taste is out of order.

About you in front of the phone screen:

my moon-

I wish you weren't.I would rather you not be my bright moon on the other side of the sky, no matter how cloudy and sunny, even if I work hard day and night, I can only stay on this side to increase the time to rub shoulders; sometimes I would rather you are Artemis in the eyes of others, The Selene in my eyes, when you don’t come to see me, I can be with the sweet dreams; sometimes I don’t want to. Hope to reach the other side of the world like Pygmalion and Galatea - not just a few miles away.