Chunyin

Having said that, it would be great if there was a woman from a good family who could ask me to seduce her.Men are fine too.

male.

There was one two days ago.

The man boarded the boat at Xinghuadu, crossed the elms and willows on both sides of the river that grew close to the water and reached the middle of the river, and walked along the Kushui River to the valley of Menggu Mountain.

The Kushui River runs through the valley, and there is a village of less than [-] households called Heping Village.The people who come and go on the Kushui River on weekdays are all people from Heping Village.There are people who can be counted on two hands, throw rice dumplings into the river every Dragon Boat Festival to feed me, big and small heads on the riverside, and I remember people who count three generations.

So I knew at a glance that the man was from outside.

It was probably five days ago.

It also rained that day, and I dived into the water, the river above my head was sprinkled with countless small ripples, and the ripples intertwined into a net to cover me at the bottom of the river——the first year I became a water ghost, the first time I saw it underwater I was a little taken aback by this scene.After the stay, a little fear and powerlessness grew in the chest belatedly.

The sky and earth nets laid down by the creation were layered on top of my head, and I was trapped in the stagnant river water.This feeling of powerlessness was so familiar that it made me think that maybe my drowning was just one of the traps of fate.I moved my soul and half my soul to wander around the world, thinking that I would be able to breathe out of reincarnation, but God moved his fingers to rain, and I became a grandson monkey who couldn't fly to Wuzhi Mountain again.

But the long experience before and after death taught me to learn to release myself.

In the past, I used to watch the rain on the ground. Young people listened to the rain song upstairs, and the middle-aged listened to the rain in the boat. They had no chance to live to the age of listening to the rain in the monk's hut. Who would have thought that there would be a chance to listen to the rain from Jiuquan after death? Come to think of it, there is nothing wrong with it.

It's just that so much time has passed, and even though I can be called an old ghost, every time I see this net of heaven and earth illuminated by thousands of raindrops above my head, I still feel shuddering in my heart.

Through this rippling net, I saw that ethereal figure among the broken wild willows and wild apricots outside the gaps woven by the rain.

Palpitations are a feeling that can be easily misunderstood.

Speaking of it, I blame Nuwa. This goddess is unreliable in her work. When she first created a human being, she was full of interest. The nose, eyes and mouth were pinched to look like a human being with a complete mind. Later, she got annoyed and threw a rope soaked in muddy water to the ground. , All the muddy ideas turned into people and ran away.

When I was alive, I thought I was the one who was squeezed out, but when I was about to die, I finally realized that I was actually the one who was thrown off by the rope.

A silly mud idea.I was lucky enough to separate the five internal organs from the six internal organs, and I was also lucky enough to separate joy, anger, and sorrow, but it was really difficult to distinguish between heart palpitations and heartbeats, the subtle line between love and hatred—this is how many conspiracies are counted, It was mistaken for deep friendship.

Fortunately, this moment is very short at this time, not enough for me to misunderstand.

I surfaced and looked at the man.

First I saw half of the spring shirt soaked by the rain. The color of the clothes is very similar to the blue tiles in the south of the Yangtze River. It turns gray when dry and green when wet. Willow branches.

That person was holding an umbrella, and there was no one else under the umbrella, but only half of his clothes were wet.I watched for a while and realized that the problem was the way he was holding the umbrella.

I thought the umbrella could be a weapon. It is named for protection, but it uses the power of rain to restrain people.When people are under the umbrella, they are more or less timid.But this person is different——

This man holds an umbrella but doesn't use it at all, as if he doesn't know that the umbrella is for keeping out the rain, standing in the spring rain on the bow like holding a flag, this kind of detachment that is not affected by external objects, tsk tsk , is really extraordinary.

Also really sick.

Worlds, full of wonders.There are not one or two sick people.It's not the first time in my life that I've seen the virtue of holding an umbrella.

The previous person who used an umbrella like this, I took it easy on a whim and asked him: "Zhuang Heng, what are you using this umbrella for?"

The man glanced at me and said, "Look at this umbrella."

I just look at that umbrella.

He pointed to the handle of the umbrella, very detached, very natural: "This stick is stuck in the middle, no matter how you hold it, it is halfway. So since the umbrella has been used, the umbrella has been used by two people together."

I was dumbfounded, looked at the empty half under his umbrella, and asked: "Then who are you supporting? People?"

The man looked at me lightly and said, "Dead."