Chunyin

I stood in front of this unusual looking pavilion, feeling a little hesitant in my heart.

I followed Lu Yunxiu's ass all the way.The ignorant little Taoist priest had sneaked in, and not long before, after Guangling told me that this was the treasure house of Immortal Baoluo, he was invited back by two boys who came to look for him.

Two servants blocked his way, one on the left and the other on the right, and you passed on word to me that the secret tour was about to start, and that the Guangling God Lord was coming so rarely that the Great Immortal reserved a seat for him, and asked him to do his best to support the Great Immortal. .

Guangling couldn't shirk it, so he wanted to follow him back.

Seeing me staring at him eagerly before leaving, he glanced at the direction of the treasure building, and then I felt a slight tug on my sleeve, and it was he who wrapped a few more ropes into my hand, and then heard He whispered, "Wait and see."

His tone was unhurried, as if he knew what he had in mind, and when I heard it, I was also determined.

So I "watched the changes" under the eaves opposite the treasure building.

Of course, it is impossible to be really quiet, but there is no one around, and I dare not act rashly. I just hide in the shade under the porch, looking up at the towering treasure building opposite.

The sky on Baoluo Mountain is very bright, as if there are countless suns shining, everywhere is shining white, and there is no blue in sight. In addition, the whole body of the Zangbao Building is golden, and when I squint my eyes, there is A golden piece of white flowers.

Feeling the snow jade in my mouth, I suddenly remembered that when I was in Taixue, one summer was really hot, and many students suffered from heatstroke, so Taixue suspended classes for three days, and Fu Changting and I went outside the city together. Cool off in the garden.

In midsummer, the vegetation was deep, and he and I took a raft to the depths of the lotus root flowers.I lay on the bamboo raft, raised my hand to cover my eyes, and through my fingers, I saw the lotus and lotus leaves criss-crossing above my head.Fu Changting suddenly threw a plum, I didn't even want to throw it into my mouth, I bit it down and was so sour that my facial features were dislocated, Fu Changting laughed from the bow of the boat, the laughter and cicadas were scattered on the lotus leaves in the pond.When I went back at dusk, I picked a pod, a lotus, and a green plum, and sent them to Zhuang Ziyu who was on the sick bed.

Thinking about it now, these are just embellishments of fate, just the idle pens of Fate Xingjun.

But these idle pens are really good.

Suffering and brooding are the grit of fate, which will eventually be washed away by the waves of time.In the end, life is all these idle pens.

It's just that if I can't get back my "spirit" in the end, will it not be long before I forget these things?

I will also forget the yellow wood fragrance at the back door of the Hou Mansion in Liangzhou in the early summer like a waterfall, the white lilac hanging low on that late spring night, and the swaying palace lantern in the cold wind on a snowy winter night in Qiuning Mountain... In the next hundred years In the middle of the year, I will forget Liang Lanxuan little by little like I forgot Izumo.

I froze for a moment in the white halo in front of me, and suddenly understood the true meaning of what Gou Mang said "only a hundred years of memory" - for ordinary people, these 100 years are enough to live a complete and stable life.But for the gods, it only prolongs the death of an instant into 100 years.

It takes 100 years to kill a person slowly.

And it is so cunning that it prolongs the pain and then transfers it—it makes the forgetful unconscious and transfers the pain of loss on to others.

Maybe Guangling watched me and killed Izumo bit by bit in 100 years?Maybe he also regretted, regretted, and suffered?

What is the composition of the Izumo that I killed?In his long life of thousands of years, what kind of wonderful idle pens have he written?Those idle pens that have nothing to do with fate, have been pondered over and over again by him, and are shining in his memory.

I seem to finally understand that even if I don't remember, the past and the present are continuous, they are in the same fate.If I don't get Izumo back, I will also lose Liang Lanyu.

Looking at the Treasure Building opposite, I seemed to see the figure walking through it through the magnificent wall. The answer to my past and the antidote to my future were all in that person.

Facing the dazzling golden light in front of me, I stepped out from the shadow of the eaves and finally took a step forward.