[Yi Tian] Shallow look at the test lamp

I was silent, Su Rin smiled self-deprecatingly: "You are really soft-faced and hard-hearted, can't this move you?"

Perhaps, it's really because my heart is very hard. When I heard about Song Qingshu's death, I didn't feel any disturbance in my heart.

Su Lin got up and walked behind me, and said with his back to me: "In order to fulfill the wish of Sanssouci Palace to dominate the martial arts, he almost trampled on his own body, and in addition to the struggle against extinction, his life is not long. He has already It can be seen that the foundation of your practice of the Nine Yin Manual is not enough, and you are about to go crazy, but you don't know it yourself. That's why you first wanted to open up your acupoints to see if you can... But Xiao Yi stopped him. Then he Seeing that your body is powerless to recover, you can only ruthlessly abolish your martial arts... The palm that Xiao Yi attacked also seriously injured him - he used the smallest injury to restore it. Can't you forgive him?"

Song Qingshu's clichés never let me tell the truth from the fake.

After he was gentle to me, he would tell me cruelly that those were false, making me hate him...but the truth is often the tenderness he told me the first time.

Why bother...

I asked in a low voice: "...he asked you to tell me these things?"

Su Rin snorted softly: "He would rather break his own heart than someone who doesn't want you to be sad. How could he let me tell you... You know him so well, how could you not know?"

I don't know him. If I have the memory of the previous life, I can still understand him, but in this life... I didn't figure it out until I died.

He sighed, walked up to me and said: "Today I just wanted to tell you his last words, but I said so much without knowing it—it was just to complain about him, he likes you so much, almost You are side by side with Sanssouci Palace... Well, I know you hate seeing us, after we finish speaking, Zhiruo and I will never appear in front of you again."

I fiddled with my teacup and asked, "What did he say?"

Su Lin was silent for a moment, then said: "He said that even Juejue, Ding Minjun and... and Xiao Yi are lying to you, but it's all for your own good, you are definitely not alone - originally he wanted me to tell you You, I said this sentence. But I don't want to do what that guy wants, you have to know his mind. "

I smiled: "I don't care if they are doing it for my own good or not."

Su Rin shook his head: "I don't care whether you care or not, anyway, I have brought my words, so I will bid farewell." He turned around and walked out of the room, pulling Junior Sister Zhou who was making watermelon laughs, and walked to the gate of the yard.

He paused at the door, and said: "He was afraid that Xiao Yi would die, and you were sad... That's why he didn't use all his strength when he met Xiao Yi, so he died by himself. May you take care of yourself and cherish... Cherish the living."

There seemed to be tears in Su Lin's eyes, and he cursed in a low voice, "Treasure what kind of shit lives, don't cherish your own guy", then pulled Junior Sister Zhou into the carriage at the door and left here.

I sat at the table and quietly watched the direction they left.

If the living don't come, how can I cherish it?What's more, to Xiao Yi...

I sat for a long time until Xigua shook my arm in panic and asked anxiously, "Mother, why are you crying? Could it be that they bullied you? I'll settle the score with them!"

I didn't answer, just looked at him quietly and outlined his brows and eyes.

Just suddenly.

I brought Xigua home at first, not because Xigua’s cleverness in avoiding officers and soldiers made me want to bring him back, nor was it because his cuteness and sensibleness made me pity him for being homeless...

It's that he looks like him.

That calmness, that composure, the indifference and tenacity of the Mongolian Tartars, the calm smile that seemed to know everything, the two of them seemed to be one person.

When I understood, he left.

Does the will of God trick people, or does man disturb the will of God?

No matter how ups and downs the story is, in the end, only a peaceful and unremarkable ending can enclose it.

I took Xigua by the hand and held him in my arms, and wept brokenly: "...It would be great if I remembered the things in my previous life... But I don't remember anything, and let these people pay for me for nothing... ...Watermelon...Even now, I am still avoiding these people who treat me well...I abandoned Master and Senior Sister Ding to come here, and never cared about their hearts..."

And that person.

Watermelon was stroking my back, and comforted me softly: "Mother, don't cry... and I will be with you. If I don't marry a wife in the future, I will ask for mother! Mother is the most beautiful and most beautiful I have ever seen. Gentle girl, I want to marry my mother!"

Marry me?Silly boy, when you grow up, I will be really old.and……

I smiled and wiped my tears: "...I am the most cold-hearted woman, there is no one in the world."

Watermelon suddenly laughed, and stared at me with bright eyes: "Mother's smile is so beautiful!"

I didn't understand what was going on after being praised by him for a while, but I suddenly realized after a while that the smile just now was sincere.This child is really extremely sensitive, I couldn't help but patted his head and said softly: "Good boy, from now on, mother will laugh at you every day until you get tired of laughing crookedly."

Watermelon smiled happily, rolling in my arms.

Could this be his childhood?I thought softly, hugging the watermelon and looking out the window - I forgot how you cared for me in the previous life, so it is my turn to take care of you in this life.

We are like a circle, reincarnation, but because of jet lag, we can't meet our heads.

——The following is God’s perspective——

Jue Jue was actually rescued by Xiao Yi. After he knew that Sansou Palace would also participate in the Lion Slaying Ceremony, he rescued Jue Jue while there was no one in the palace.But he didn't expect that the Lord of Sansou Palace was still in Sanssouci Palace and did not leave with other congregants in time.

The lord of Wuyou Palace took off her white gauze, and showed Xiao Yi her true identity—Song Qingshu, the son of Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang.

Xiao Yi's first reaction was disbelief, but he calmed down the next moment - when he first saw Song Qingshu, he felt a little disobedient, but this feeling came true.

Song Qing watched blankly as Xiao Yi was about to take the comatose Juejue away, and then said: "I'm not in a hurry, sit down. I have something to tell you."

Xiao Yi put down the extinction and sat opposite Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu was silent for a moment, and then told everything, from his first life as the owner of Wuyou Palace, and his second life's twisted love for Xiuyu that is not only possessive, but also family bonds, to the present The status of a decent hero.

Frustrated for several lifetimes.

Xiao Yi felt sorry for him all the time.

Song Qingshu was extremely calm. He told indifferently that when he knew that Xiuyu could not remember the happy memories he had with him in his previous life, he almost collapsed and wanted to slaughter the world.But he calmed down, his first wish was to revive the Sansou Palace, so he suppressed his selfishness first—maybe he hoped that Xiuyu would remember it.Unfortunately, until he died, Xiuyu didn't remember him... the elder brother who was in love with his sister.

But later when he tried to approach Xiuyu, he found that Ding Minjun had told Xiuyu that he was her elder brother.This feeling of suffering a blow to his already broken heart made him want to kill Ding Minjun many times.

The anger at that time was indescribable.

He also understands Ding Minjun's scruples. After discovering his love for Xiuyu in his previous life, she kept preventing the two of them from meeting, and Xiuyu didn't know that he liked her. The two of them reconciled, almost making him dumbfounded, so he could only change the subject and take her out to play.

Song Qingshu opened his mouth and said that Xiuyu's skull was almost crushed at that time, in order to help her get through the blood. People from Emei cannot be allowed to practice.

He was worried that she would go farther and farther on the path of the Nine Yin Scriptures, so he used this method—but pushed her farther and farther on his own path. Although he was extremely sad, there was nothing he could do... because she couldn't Accept him, and he himself is afraid that if he can't control it, he will destroy her one day.

It would be better if the two became enemies.

Also better than her feeling disgusted with him...

In the end, Song Qingshu told Xiao Yi - if you like it, you can do it, don't make her sad.And as soon as possible, because he doesn't know when he will collapse and break the contract, and then really hurt Xiuyu.At that time, he will regret it too much, he might as well entrust Xiuyu to the person who should be entrusted now.

Xiao Yi agreed.

When he arrived at the battlefield of the lion slaughter meeting, he saw Song Qingshu break Xiuyu's veins and make her lose all her martial arts skills, so he rushed up to stop her - from the bottom of his heart, although Xiao Yi liked Xiuyu, he thought Xiuyu should be with Song Qingshu, because the bond between the two of them is the deepest and cannot be broken.

This heart, he himself felt pain.

The three of them will never be able to make a circle, they can only continue to hurt.

He wanted Song Qingshu to stop with that palm, but Song Qingshu didn't appreciate it, he just took all his internal energy into him, and didn't resist at all.And Song Qingshu tore off his mask, his eyes were as indifferent as snow, as if to say - at this time, it's time to tell her.

Then turned around and left.

Xiao Yi sighed, and nestled in Xiuyu's arms - she was reciting the Nine Yin Manual to him, and the warm afternoon sun shone warmly on Xiuyu's body, she fell sleepy when she was tired from reading.

Xiao Yi didn't know how to talk to Xiuyu, so he could only use the Bone Shrinking Technique to turn into a child, and then disguised himself to look like Song Qingshu's eyebrows - he was glad that Xiuyu didn't know what Song Qingshu looked like when he was a child, You can make this modification yourself.

He could see that Xiuyu's affection for Song Qingshu was far deeper than that for him.

Song Qingshu can give up his life for Xiuyu.

And he had nothing to give up, so he chose to give up himself and become someone else.

Just be the reincarnation of Song Qingshu in her heart for the rest of her life, grow up slowly, gradually change her appearance into Song Qingshu's appearance, and then accompany her until she grows old... Although according to her age, it is very likely that she must be reincarnated first. She passed away in one step, so she had to practice the Nine Yin Manual to strengthen her body and find a way to live longer.

He wants to watch her spend her life slowly, and will never let Xiuyu experience the feeling of leaving her relatives again.

When she went, he followed her.

He looked at Xiuyu's peaceful sleeping face gently, and pressed a kiss lightly.

Everything is fine now, but let's change the name of Watermelon...

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[Extra] Five Years of Gathering

Xiuyu sits quietly on a long wooden bench placed in the yard, with a big sunshade umbrella made by watermelon on top of her head - because Xiuyu likes to stare at the flowers she planted in the yard and then sleep silently, every time Either it was red from the sun, or it caught a cold from the heavy rain.

No matter how watermelon persuaded her, she never stopped talking about watermelon.

At this point, Xigua understood a little bit, these flowers, or the process of looking at the flowers must be related to her previous life.As an outsider, he couldn't say anything, so he could only make a parasol for her overnight—in order to show the unique clumsiness of children, he deliberately made one side of the umbrella bigger and the other smaller.Watermelon said that pretending to be a child really can't afford to hurt.

In the past five years, Xigua has also gradually changed his appearance, from an eight-year-old child to a 13-year-old boy.

This looks more and more like Song Qingshu.

Sometimes Xiuyu would quietly hold his face, and then said with a smile that he looked like a person.

Watermelon smiled wryly—this is the only way to give Xiuyu the motivation to live. He worried that Xiuyu would collapse one day without the spiritual sustenance of "Song Qingshu's reincarnation".

As for why he didn't meet Xiuyu with his true face?He couldn't explain why he used two identities to get close to Xiuyu—at first he just thought this girl was really interesting. He had seen Xiuyu clearly hate a Ming Cultist to death, but donated silver taels because of his parents' serious illness. .

At that time, he felt that she was really extraordinary, and could completely separate his two feelings.

But later Xigua knew that Xiuyu's ability could be used on the closest people around her, and then injured everyone half to death, and she was also seriously injured.

Gradually, his eyes were unwilling to leave Xiuyu, he was cold and poisonous, and he had run more than half of the distance to see if there was any blood to eat, but he only saw Emei.

Then he couldn't stand the attack of the cold poison, so he sipped at a woman named Jingxu—he wanted to drink it up in one gulp, but he saw Xiuyu standing below holding a sword, looking at him almost fiercely, He let go, dropped Jingxu a few times, performed lightness kung fu and ran away.

So, later Song Qingshu said that he didn't want Xiuyu to think he was disgusting, and he was afraid that Xiuyu would show that he didn't like him...

Watermelon agrees very much and empathizes with it.

Xiuyu's health was getting worse day by day, and she couldn't take care of it with medication. Many doctors said that she had a stagnation in her heart, and the grievances were too deep to be eliminated.Every time Xiuyu gently told him that it was okay, he couldn't help but think of Xiuyu alone, he would often hold his heart in pain and his face would be as pale as snow.

Xigua began to understand that Xiuyu needed to get those people back.

Those people who have appeared in her life, instead of letting Xiuyu simply think about the past memories - then she will be unable to bear it one day.

So Xigua contacted Zhang Wuji, taking advantage of Xiuyu's upcoming birthday, and asked these people to come back to see her.Their concern for Xiuyu is still sincere. Naturally, there are many people here who originally regarded Xiuyu as enemies, but due to various reasons, everyone has let go of the past—such as Su Lin, such as Zhao Min.

Many people can vaguely guess who Song Qingshu died for, but they don't know what the real thing is.So they didn't dare to mention Song Qingshu's name in front of Xiuyu - this was definitely a disappointment.

Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji brought a fat girl, Zhou Zhiruo and Su Lin hugged a fat boy, and these two families came uninvited when Xiuyu was alone looking at the flowers in a daze.

Both families drove their children over, and told them to roll around and act coquettishly, which made the alluring woman sitting on the bench laugh, and she was rewarded for laughing.

The two babies rolled over.

So Xiuyu saw two meat balls jumping over and calling her sister in various ways. Although 22 years old is considered a sister, but... she smiled slightly, and said to the two parents: "Why, I am a generation shorter than you No?"

Zhao Min is born with a lively temperament, and she also has a certain affection for Xiuyu. Of course, she also knew about Zhang Wuji's liking for Xiuyu back then—but she knew better that Zhang Wuji's feelings for Xiuyu were like those men's feelings for Xiuyu. Like the goddess in my mind, I would never dare to defile, then Xiuyu would definitely not be her rival in love.

In addition, Zhao Min gave up the position of princess for Zhang Wuji, and Zhang Wuji gave up Mingjiao for Zhao Min, and the two went away happily—Xiuyu is no longer the head of Emei, and the hostility between her and Xiuyu has been wiped out by time It's spotless.

So Zhao Min took Xiuyu's hand and smiled brightly: "I heard that Xiuyu is going to celebrate your birthday, so naturally we came here uninvited. If we want to have a meal, Xiuyu will not rush you relentlessly let's go?"

Xiuyu's gaze fell on Su Lin. She and Su Lin had always been at odds, so at this moment, she could not help but stab him with tit-for-tat: "Who said he would never appear in front of me again? Su Lin?"

Su Rin snorted softly, "If Zhiruo hadn't said that she would come over, do you think I would break my oath?"

After hearing this, Xiuyu smiled lightly.

To be honest, Su Rin is still an awkward person, he is really worried about Xiuyu - listening to watermelon (well, Su Lin almost dropped the watermelon on the table when he knew that this watermelon was Xiao Yi), Xiuyu has recently The frequency of covering my heart is getting higher and higher, and sometimes it almost hurts for a stick of incense.

After he heard it, he blamed himself a little. Su Lin knew that what he said must have stimulated Xiuyu—and he instantly understood why Song Qingshu didn't tell her all this. Xiuyu is definitely the number one in the world willing to get into A person with sharp horns, as long as she gets in the way by herself, she will definitely not be able to get out.

This time, the two families made an appointment to make Xiuyu happy, so the following two meat balls fell on Xiuyu's body.

Besides these two meatballs, they were both curious and suspicious about the Wenxiu jade that their parents were talking about—they heard that the woman named Wenxiuyu was a depressed person with a serious heart disease, so they A gloomy old woman was outlined in my impression.

And Xiuyu was born with the temperament of a fairy in a picture scroll, and although there was depression between her brows, she was as quiet as a picture. The melancholy only added to her ethereal temperament, and did not discount her in any way.

The two meat balls were stunned, which is why they didn't rush over at first - they both thought their mother was the most beautiful woman in the world, and after seeing each other's mother, they started fighting - after all, Zhou Zhiruo had a gentle temperament Xiuya, while Zhao Min is as bright as fire, so the comparability is relatively low, so the rate of quarrels is high.

But when they saw Xiuyu, they were quiet—a true beauty on earth.

Then these two rushed over to beg for petting, but Xiuyu didn't refuse, she looked at the eyebrows and features of the two of them that resembled their parents, she felt emotional in her heart, and the smile on her lips was a little bit less: "It's a good birth."

The two meatballs started arguing over who praised this sentence.

Both Zhao Min and Zhou Zhiruo are going to help Xiuyu cook together, and the three of them will chop vegetables, cook rice, and put it in the pot. Zhou Zhiruo will occasionally talk about interesting stories about herself and her children, and Zhao Min will talk about what she and Zhang Wuji saw when they traveled to the mountains and rivers It was heard that Xiuyu stretched her brows, they tried their best to make themselves happy, Xiuyu was naturally moved in her heart.

To untie the bell, one must tie it.

Her eyes drifted to the watermelon who was playing with two meatballs. The longer the watermelon was, the more it looked like Song Qingshu.

Especially those eyebrows, those long and narrow peach blossom eyes, every time Xiuyu looked at Xigua, she wanted to gently stroke his eyebrows with her hand, she knew Xigua could see it, but this child was born precocious, and he was also a sensible and well-behaved boy. , never said anything to Xiuyu's abnormal reactions.

Zhao Min joked with a smile: "You call your child a watermelon? It's too hasty..."

Xiuyu cut a piece of watermelon and handed it to the watermelon, smiling with crooked eyebrows: "He likes it too, so I won't change it. I'll change my name later when I'm going to talk about marriage. Just choose something auspicious." But what are your children's names?"

Zhao Min's daughter is called Zhang Ximin, which fully expresses the tenderness of the two.Zhou Zhiruo's son was called Su Fu, and Xiuyu didn't ask what it meant, so Zhou Zhiruo didn't have much to say.

A table of home-cooked food was applauded by the two meatballs. Watermelon showed his gentlemanly generosity, and he took his younger siblings to play wildly.While sipping her tea, Xiuyu said with a self-blaming smile, "If only I could find him some more playmates, it's a pity... There are really very few children who are as sensible as him and make me feel at ease." ...I am worried that finding a new child will make him suffer instead."

Su Lin sighed inwardly, Xiao Yi's contribution this time was really too great.Both Song Qingshu and Xiao Yi are few infatuated people in the world, but they fell in love with the same woman at the same time.Then good fortune tricks people, Song Qingshu dies, Xiao Yi disguises himself to prevent Xiuyu from getting worse... Their relationship is impeccable, whether it is Song Qingshu's extreme and letting go, or Xiao Yi's tenderness and sacrifice, they are all moving... …

But neither of them wanted Xiuyu to know about this relationship.

He is the only person who knows the truth besides the client, and he can feel the same pain as the client.

Su Rin smiled, he was really a sinner.Fortunately, he still has Zhiruo and their two children.

The two families refused to leave because all their children were entangled with Xiuyu, so they could only build a simple bed in the yard to rest on summer nights.The children live on the watermelon bed, and the watermelon and Xiuyu lie on the same bed.

Watermelon hasn't been so close to Xiuyu for a long time. Xiuyu has never hugged him since he grew up, and occasionally touching his head would make him pleasantly surprised and excited for a long time.Now sharing the same bed, Xiuyu has been holding his waist while sleeping - worried that he will fall off the bed.At this time, Xigua finally dared to reveal her true feelings in the dark night.

He hugged Xiuyu with his backhand, and then fell asleep quietly.

If the watermelon can ignore the two meatballs next door who have been playing finger-guessing, this night will still be very good.

【Extra】The ending of Jinfeng

It was another spring, and the thin rain and mist shrouded the foot of Mount Emei lightly, making the long-dilapidated palaces on the top of the mountain even more sparse.A few rows of swallows slanted across the sky, and in the corridor where the beautiful shadows danced, there were unknown mountain flowers blooming with fire-like red colors.

I was dressed in Tsing Yi, standing alone in the rain and looking up at the familiar outline of the main hall. From the corner of my eyes, gradually something warm was oozing out and oozing out without obeying my command.

This is the eighth year since the Emei faction was destroyed, the rivers and lakes are still bustling with people, enemies are still fighting with guns and knives when they meet, and in the few inns I once stayed at, there are still people slapping the table proudly every day and shouting: " Xiao Er, cut another two catties of beef for my grandfather, and bring me a pot of daughter red!"

It's just that no one pretends to be a serious face, rubs my head, and calls me "Wen girl" affectionately any more; and no one pretends to be a villain to play with me, and secretly slaps me when no one is watching. Give me a bag of flower cakes; in the same way, no one will stand up for me when I am humiliated, no one will hug me and laugh in the air, and no one will look at me with cold eyes, but The moment I called out "brother", my eyes softened suddenly...

They are all gone.

All, no, in, too.

Occasionally, when I dream back at midnight, I will still see those familiar figures. They look at me from afar, laugh at me, and say something loudly that I can't understand.But when I wanted to get close to them and touch their faces, their figures dissipated in my palm, turned into a wisp of smoke that I couldn't touch, re-condensed in the distance, and looked at me deeply One glance, then turned and left.

No matter how much I cried and begged, they never looked back.

I gently caressed the newborn fine lines on my forehead, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of my mouth: You must look the same, but I am getting old.If one day we meet by the Naihe Bridge, can you still recognize that the old woman with disheveled white hair and dusty face in front of you is the girl Wen who twisted her body and acted coquettishly, gluttonous and fun back then?

Stepping on the familiar stone floor, I struggled to lift an earthen pot on the ground, scooped a spoonful of rice porridge from it, called their names, and dumped it on the ground: "Master, sister, brother... I made meals for you, come and eat..." After I finish saying this, I always pause subconsciously for a while, as if someone will really answer me in my ear - but no, never.All I can hear is the whistling wind that has not changed for thousands of years on the top of Mount Emei.

like crying.

On that day, stepping on the stone slabs that had been spilled with blood and the rice porridge I had cooked all night, I called many people by their names over and over again.I called Senior Sister Jingxu, Senior Sister Zhou, and everyone I can think of who died before me...

But, I just didn't call him.

No call, Xiao Yi.

This name, which I have called thousands of times in my dreams, is always rolling on the tip of my tongue, but I stubbornly hold it in my mouth, and refuse to spit it out.

Xiao Yi, why do you want to fall in love with me?

Xiao Yi, why did you leave me?

Xiao Yi, you are obviously dead, why do you still pester me, always crowded in my heart, eyes and mind, so that I can't forget you for a moment?

I can't forget you for a moment, and I can't let myself go for a moment.

Xiao Yi is dead, he is dead, dead, dead!

I bit my lip again and again, repeating to myself:

Xiao Yi died.

he died.

Xiao Yi died, brother died, sister died, master died...

So why am I still alive?I, why, am still alive...

Live alone.

I'm so cold, why don't you come and hug me; I'm so lonely, why don't you come to accompany me; I miss you so much, why don't you appear in my dream, let me take a closer look at your faces...

I'm really afraid that one day when I wake up from my dream, I will suddenly find that I no longer remember their appearance.

In the corner of Mount Emei, I secretly built a small building.The people in the Sanssouci Palace probably knew about this, but perhaps because I had lost all my skills, they never made me feel sorry for me, they just ignored me and allowed me to live in seclusion here.

I am grateful to them.I have lived on Mount Emei all my life. I was born and grew up here. Those I love and those I hate are all buried here. If I leave here, I really don’t know where to go and where else to go.

Without gong power, without relatives and friends, without a teacher, my daily life is extremely simple.

Whenever I have free time, I always pick up the pen and ink, and trace the eyebrows and eyes in my memory stroke by stroke.At the beginning I was terrible at drawing, and those familiar faces would always look crooked and distorted under my brush.And when I look at those somewhat similar portraits, I will always shed tears unknowingly, smeared on the painting, blurred into a ball of ink marks, and it is difficult to recognize.

Fortunately, I have time.

In the third year of their absence, I can already draw them pretty well.Today, my paintings are almost lifelike.Every time I go to the town and plan to use ordinary portraits to exchange some food and clothing, there will always be a group of people surrounding me, vying to beg me to draw someone's portrait: gold, silver, treasure, purple snake and jade belt, as if I only need to swipe a brush, those Things that ordinary people can't achieve in a lifetime are easily available-but, what's the meaning of those so-called fame and fortune to me?

No amount of pearls and jade can exchange a look back from the dead.

Also, I don't think I draw very well.

In my small building, all kinds of portraits cover the walls, and each wall is a different person.But from the first portrait to the last portrait, no matter which wall it is on, the person in the painting always becomes more and more unfamiliar, and the difference from the original eyebrows and eyes is getting bigger and bigger.

So I knew that one day I would forget what they looked like.

So I knew that one day I would draw someone completely different from them, a pure stranger.

But I dare not stop, dare not put down the pen in my hand.

I'm afraid that after I let go, I will really forget, really, I will never remember their appearance, even if it's just a small smile line.

Sometimes, I really want to give up, I really want to burn down this small building full of memories, and then just go to the bottom of the mountain to find a loyal man and marry him.

Maybe I will raise a flock of chickens and ducklings, maybe I will grow a yard of vegetables, melons and fruits, maybe I will have children around my knees... maybe I can lean on his shoulders and tell him some legendary old stories about martial arts, and then I will be in the With a casual look in his eyes, he fed him a piece of flower cake.

Maybe that kind of life will be a peaceful and beautiful life that I never thought of, but I can't always do it.

I can not do it……

I can't let go, I can't let go, I can't let go.

I am already familiar with almost all the temples on Mount Emei.In the Mingyue nunnery that I often go to, the mistress who looks somewhat similar to the master, every time I unconsciously look at her in a daze, she always sighs, rubs the top of my head, and calls out: "Idiot."

And I always shed tears because of her touch.