Water lanterns and dreams in 1 nights

The amount of broken love is also uneven, which is even more boring.The love of father and mother, the love of nurse, the weapon at hand, the favorite plaything, the most beautiful maid, the precious gift... I was born, why should I have him, let him have all the good things No, why don't you give me something sweet?If they didn't give it to me, I would take it by myself. Unfortunately, what I took by myself was almost meaningless, as if I had become a thief, standing between them and becoming a thorn. "

"Maybe there are some things that you have to fight for yourself." I lowered my eyelids and said, "But there are many things that cannot be fought for."

He smiled, "But Xiuwen is not here, how kind you are to me."

I didn't answer, and said: "You said you hated Xiuwen, but you told him to stay and take revenge yourself, so you can see that you still want to protect him."

"What can his mediocre martial arts and intelligence do?"

Martial-weariness is used to belittle Xiuwen to nothing, but I don’t think so. I don’t know much about martial arts, but Xiuwen only needs to practice for a period of time, and his progress will be great. Maybe my speculation is true, he really can’t bear it. Any one of the advantages of revision.

"Besides, stabbing him with the sword must have been very painful." I thought he would feel some sympathy after all, but I didn't expect him to continue, "Fortunately, the sword didn't stab me."

"You have suffered many injuries yourself... Living under the hands of the enemy must be extremely painful."

As soon as I mentioned the Sutra of Weariness of Martial Arts, my contented expression suddenly froze, as if I couldn't help remembering the original fear.After all, his weakness is fleeting. He lowered his eyes, pushed a pile of peeled melon seeds in front of me, and said calmly: "It's all over. I just didn't let my parents down."

He has been fighting all his life, no matter how much he owns, what he gets can't fill the gaps, and the unsatisfied desires continue to expand hungrily. He doesn't care that Xiuwen doesn't have much, and he has to try his best to snatch some. And must be better than its business.Even the drudgery of "revenge".But no one would praise him for it, no matter how long the wait.

When we reunited, he blurted out a sentence summarizing the humiliation he suffered at the enemy in the past - "For pigs and dogs, for maggots and low animals", after all, they were all washed away with the other party's blood, and he never said a word directly , If I continue to ask, it can only satisfy my unrefined curiosity, and the mood is not very strong, so this topic will be discussed here.

Yanwu leaned his elbows on the table, crossed his fingers against his chin, and asked, "Now let me ask you."

I wait quietly.

"Do you like to see us fight hard?" He asked with a little sarcasm, "For a little sweetness from you."

On weekdays, Wu Yan would just sit on the sidelines with a smile on his face without commenting, and he was very amiable to me, but I shouldn't underestimate his power of observation.

"I don't deny enjoying your fights, but not for my vanity, just because I have nothing to do." I said, "You're always refusing to let me go."

To use an analogy, the relationship between the two brothers is a fire that has been burning for a long time. On the surface, it has shown signs of decline. Bring out the dark fire to see how they burn.

If I find an excuse for my fanning the flames, it is probably because there is a secret vengeance in my heart, prompting me to secretly divide others, and let their true feelings be exposed under the blue sky, whether it is love or hate, I have to burn it to the boil until Yingtian knows it clearly, so that I can let out the evil fire in my heart.

"You hate us."

"No." I tapped my fingers loosely on the table, "not to the point of hating."

"It's always annoying."

"What I hate is all the people who hold me back." That naturally includes them.

Even though I have traveled to many places, Elo’s influence on me is still there. It’s not just him. Everything I experienced before is slowly eroding me.I'm changing, but I don't know whether it's getting better or worse.

"Your eyes." Yan Wu said with a light smile: "You say hate on your mouth, but your eyes seem to be tolerant to everyone. Do you know? You are the first person who really sees me, not superficial decorations, not words, Acting, it’s just me.”

"So it's me who you see?" Or is it the projection of his own image, he and what they desire from others are always unfortunately projected on me, which is a complete farce for him and me.

Yan Wu just smiled and said, "Do you still remember the first time we met? I am lively, healthy and happy, and I talked to you a lot."

Yan Wu lifted the lid of the tea bowl, dipped his fingers in the tea and drew on the shiny black table, Chilong horse, Qingyun knife, snow-riding horse, general, exactly the same as back then.After he finished painting, instead of marking his name as before, he destroyed all the pictures with a horizontal line from left to right. The tea stains blended together and the painting could not be completed. He raised his head and smiled, and said, "I was thirteen at the time."

"I tried to do a little favor for the passers-by at the door of my house—give money to the beggar, and send the lost girl home; but the beggar who received the money thanked me with a flattering smile on his face, and turned his face away. Money is a big deal. The mother of the lost girl was wary of fearing that I would abduct and sell the child. Later, I acted lively, happy and timid to talk to people. Most people thought it was cute, even though I didn’t do them any favors. I just made him say something Most of the time, the other party is not angry at the child's silly words, but occasionally he laughs out loud and even gets a gift."

"So I knew that people naturally prefer superficial friendliness and enthusiasm. People like Xiuwen are destined to be favored more than me. If you are nice to people, people may still be annoyed that you don't have a smiling face. If I want to be loved , you must change your appearance, you must be cheerful, laughing, and innocent, because no one likes gloomy people. But if you really blend into the crowd like this, that kind of me is no longer me, but the mirror of Xiuwen."

"I never want to be a mirror in my life. I envy and disdain at the same time, and I want to prove my usefulness even more, and finally I am what I am today."

I also lowered my head to drink tea, and slowly asked: "Why are you so frank all of a sudden?" I asked him to tell the truth, but I didn't expect him to be so frank.

Yan Wu replied: "It feels good to tell the truth." He held my wrist on the table: "After all, we met first, that kid Xiuwen was very late."

I don't like to get too close to others, so I grab my wrist and let it go when I'm tired of martial arts, showing a gentle appearance.

"Xiuwen and I, which one do you choose?" He asked naively, "If one must live?" He didn't wait for me to start, and he responded: "It must be him. But obviously I knew you first, He just used my name to deceive you, you were coaxed by him."

"You were tricked by him too." He said again.

"I won't choose anyone. Besides, how do you know that you can only live as one?"

Yanwu still smiled, with a hint of cold foreshadowing mixed in the smile: "If one can survive... I'm afraid it's not me. If that's the case, let him not survive."

I sighed: "Why bother, isn't it rare that one can live alone? Everyone says that, living is a good thing."

"Do you think so too?" His question did not require me to respond. "So what if it's a good thing? I know I'm selfish, and there's no reason for me to go to hell alone."

"You want me to accompany you?"

I was stunned in disgust, I didn't know whether to nod or shake my head, and said in a low voice: "Only you, I want to get your appreciation. But I can't, so I can only ask you..."

"what?"

He shook his head and said no more.

83. Twins 21

I soon discovered that the cough of martial aversion never stopped. He just hid it better. Whenever there were signs of his body, he would hide in a place where I could not see or hear him, creating the illusion that he was already healthy.This successful disguise makes the ending more dramatic, and Wu Wu, as a story writer, must be more complacent.

Yan Wu walked with me in the mountains and forests. The day was coming to an end, casting a warm orange-red hue on everything. It didn’t rain today, and the ground quickly dried and hardened. The fallen leaves touched the ground intermittently. In the loop, it is difficult to tell which tree the cicadas are singing on, or that there are cicadas all around, and there is no clean land.

"The ancients regarded cicadas as holy." Aversion drew the interest of the conversation from the sound of cicadas. Between heaven and earth, he has become a god and a fairy."

"Since it's a hope, there's nothing wrong with it. I can't help but regard it as a kind of happy imagination."

Wuwu said that if everyone became a god after death, thanks to them, wouldn't the world have already become a paradise, and how could the world be left to suffer here.

I looked around the top of my head, trying to find a maemi, but in vain. Wu Wu said that my kung fu was not good enough, so I bent down to pick up a wooden branch from the ground, and broke it off at an angle, with the sharp end facing With a casual throw, a small, gray-black object fell from a tall tree in no time.Disgusted with martial arts, he let it fall and kicked it lightly with the toe of his boot. "It's just such an ugly thing."

The cicada was pierced through, and its transparent wings fluttered slightly. I don't know if it was the tremor before death or the wind.

"I didn't expect your kung fu to be so good."

"Otherwise, how can we get revenge."

I don't think his kung fu was cultivated by his enemies. When asked why, Yan Wu said that he stole a medicine from that family's treasure house, and his ability to eat it greatly increased his kung fu.

"Is there no consequence of this medicine?"

"Everything has consequences, as long as it is worth