Time travel without cheats

Ling Shi didn't know how long he had been kneeling. When the afterglow of the setting sun disappeared and his whole body was shrouded in darkness, he dared to raise his head and looked at the empty alleyway, crumbling.

A hundred ghosts travel at night, and like those ghosts, he is afraid of the light.

Light, the more you stand in a bright place, the colder your shadow will be.

Deprived of others, he couldn't hold it in his own hands, but slipped through his fingers into the abyss of despair, and he couldn't be honest all his life.

He stood up in a daze, and staggered forward. There was no end, let alone a starting point. For this sake, he still wanted to escape, so how could he escape?

He was abandoned, but he got great satisfaction from this abandonment, just like the knife stuck in the heart of a dying patient, the pain is happier than the torment.

Cause and effect are retribution.

Twenty years ago, the desert was still a mass grave, and 20-year-old Ling Shi found the rotting corpse next to Xiaoyu's jade pendant.

In the heavy rain, a limping young man passed by, held an umbrella and asked him, "Is there a living person here?"

He said, "Aren't you alive too?"

"Who is he?"

"he is me."

"Would you like to follow me?"

"Why me?"

"I've walked this road many times, whoever I meet is whoever I meet, and you are the first."

"Why do you believe me?"

"do not know."

After he finished speaking, he left. Ling Shi didn't understand what he was thinking at that time, so he ran over like this and told him his story inexplicably.That was the only time he talked a lot, and then he followed him to a place where birds were singing and flowers were fragrant, but there were many dangers. After a serious illness, he became taciturn and indifferent after waking up, but he only repeated one sentence: "I am an outcast."

Fang Jin frowned, but didn't ask any further questions.

From then on, Fang Jin called him Ling Qi, everyone called him Ling Qi, and even he himself only remembered that his name was Ling Qi. He had an older brother named Ling Shi who died in a mass grave, and he could not go to that place. It will be sad, it will be distraught, and it will involve some chewing memories.The tolerance that should be tolerant, the forgetting that should be forgotten, it is enough to leave that little fish, and the others are not needed, let alone important.

The storm will bury the pain, and even take away the nostalgia. The mass grave will turn into a desert, and the city will be rebuilt on the desert. There will be a lot of traffic and flowers blooming. Together with that person, they will turn into ashes underground and disappear completely.

He used to believe so firmly.

But he found that he was wrong, so wrong, how can he find something that doesn't exist?What about hiding?

What Fang Jin wanted him to face was never the past, but sin, and only sin, his, Ling Shi's sin.

"Jingle Bell…"

The sound of the bell pierced the long silent night, and he suddenly became a little timid.

The icy and clean little fish seemed particularly abrupt at this moment, drifting from far to near, Ling Shi had an illusion that this short few steps was as long as the 20 years he suppressed in the corner of his heart.

"Brother..."

The bell stopped and stopped in front of him.

He seemed to feel the coldness of his cheeks, but it was not tears, but a gentle touch.

"I'm sorry... right..."

He was so choked up that he couldn't continue, and the bell swayed "jingle jingling" again, as clear as that person's call.

Ling Shi couldn't hear what he said, but he understood it.

He was saying, "Brother."

They are twins, with the same blood flowing, how can they not understand?

He doesn't blame him, as much as he blames himself, he doesn't blame him.He naively thought that his elder brother didn't come to look for him just because he couldn't see him, so he persistently shook the bell, the bell given to him by Ran Xiaoan, and one day, his elder brother would follow the bell to find him, take him home, and return to his home. to your dream home.

He was Ling Qi, the Ling Qi who had waited for Ling Shi all his life, trusted Ling Shi all his life, and missed Ling Qi all his life, even though his whole life was only fourteen years of loneliness.

The man stood there dumbly, motionless, Ling Qi was in a hurry, thinking that his brother didn't want to pay attention to him, he shook the bell desperately, the two small fish and jade pendants were intertwined, holding hands, just like their childhood when they rarely accompanied each other.

"Hey, don't shake it, brother is coming..."

Ling Shi fell down sullenly, but didn't say a word, but his shoulders trembled for a while, and then he remained motionless.

Except for the pool of blood spreading like the scorching sun, he was so quiet, as if nothing had happened.

The sound of the bell stopped abruptly, and a person stood up from the body, smiling at the ghost in front of him.

He could finally see him, and he, could finally be seen by him.

"Brother, brother is late."

Ling Qi rushed over, like a dragonfly he caught when he was a child, like looking at his back in a bitterly cold place, like an indelible hope time and time again, they were separated from each other, they went round and round , finally, in the most decisive way, reunited.

"I miss you…"

Ling Shi smiled. In fact, he wanted to cry more, but there was nothing he could do.

"I know."

There was no heartbeat in his cold soul, but Ling Shi felt that his ashen life had never been so alive.

"I miss you…"

"I know."

"I miss you so much…"

Ling Shi hugged him tightly, and his younger brother tirelessly talked about thinking about him, but he still couldn't say those three words:

me too.

He was afraid that his younger brother would ask him why he didn't come to me since he missed me.

But Ling Qi didn't ask, just like he didn't ask why he was the abandoned child.

It's hard to say whether it's the cleverness who sees everything clearly or the stupidity who hides his ears and steals the bell.

This dirty world is not worthy of his clarity, let alone his stupidity.

"Brother..."

The younger brother's eyes were full of anticipation and distress, but he didn't question him, but Ling Shi would rather him, even if there was a little bit of anger?

"Brother...you hurt..."

"It doesn't hurt."

"go home…"

"There is no home."

Ling Qi pointed to the thatched cottage in the distance, his stubborn eyes were filled with happiness, "Home..."

"Brother." Ling Shi looked at this face that was exactly like his own. There were some things that my younger brother didn't have to pursue, but he couldn't.

To be wrong is to be wrong, to be forgiven is also to be wrong, harm is an established fact, and it is foolish to judge right from wrong subjectively.He spent 20 years to deceive his conscience, to cover up his guilt, to evade his own guilt, and to live as another person. If you don't own yourself, who is it?

If he could choose again, he would never be the one who failed others. The scars might heal, but repentance couldn't.

Now that we have stepped into the boundless sea of ​​suffering in hell, where can we go to find the right shore?

Ling Qi excitedly dragged him towards the hut, and kept chanting "Master...Master...", Ling Shi probably understood that Ran Xiaoan freed them from the group of lonely souls and wild ghosts, and he no longer had to hide from that mask. They have a home, friends, and simple food, but they don’t know how to eat. What they enjoy is the life of ordinary people that is out of reach during their lifetime.

"Brother."

Ling Shi stopped and refused to move no matter what, Ling Qi couldn't move his brother, turned his head and looked at him in confusion.

"Can you hate me?"

Ling Qi tilted his head suspiciously. After a long time, he let out a innocent smirk, "No."

"The paper sign... was replaced by me... the one who should be thrown away is me... the child who should be called abandoned, and also me... the one who should suffer, be tortured, and die tragically in the lonely tomb is me... Brother, I'm sorry for you...I'm sorry..."

Ling Shi held his younger brother's hand lovingly, and the sorrow brewed by the long river of time finally pierced through the water. He could no longer hold back, the embankment in his heart collapsed, and regrets gushed out like a tidal wave, engulfing the painful memories, one needle at a time The needle pierced deep in his softest heart.

How much he wanted to replace him, live for him and die for him, replace him, and forget himself.

The two brothers grew up together and were inseparable. They were both children of poor families. They wore patched and leaky clothes and ran wild in the village. The younger brother was like the shadow of his elder brother. Can't live.

Parents didn't read books, and they didn't know how to name them. They just called them eldest and second until they were eight years old.In this year, the crops were plagued by locusts, and the whole family was starved of food. A steamed bun was broken into four pieces and eaten in four pieces. The area was tens of miles away, and starvation was everywhere. Everywhere was corrupt, emaciated and lifeless people, and they were killed by maggots and vultures. He took his last breath.

One day, with tears in her eyes, her mother was holding two small notes in her palm. With red eyes, she smiled and said, "Son, mother hasn't named you yet, and mother will put them by your pillow at night." When you wake up the next day, if you have a smiling face, call it Ling Shi, and if you have a crying face, call it Ling Qi, okay?"

The younger brother happily clapped his hands and said yes. He looked at his elder brother expectantly, but he didn't see his smile.

That night, the younger brother was immersed in the joy of getting a name, but he didn't know that from then on, the name "Lingqi" became the last thought left to him by his family.

The elder brother didn't tell him, he heard the conversation between his parents, he peeked at the note under his pillow, with a crying face.The younger brother was asleep, he hesitated, but he exchanged silently without saying anything.

It is undoubtedly a huge punishment for an eight-year-old child to leave his parents, he thought, why me?Why can't it be him?

Two years after Ling Shi traveled with his parents, his father died of tuberculosis, and a year later, his exhausted mother also died. Before she died, she grabbed his hand and said two words angrily: Find him.

Ling picked up and found a corpse.

When they were the poorest, their parents never thought of selling the two little fishes. They hoped that the two worthless jade pendants would make the adoptive parents treat their children kindly, but they didn't know that these two children were also stubborn people. They are unwilling to give up the precious fetters that they once enjoyed together.

"Brother, you hate me! Please, make me feel better... Please..."

"No." Ling Qi shook his head, his eyes were filled with starlight, "I'm already dead..."

Except for love, hatred, hatred, anger, ignorance, and the pain of living, they all fly away along with the loess of the desert.

I have long forgotten, and you will forget it too.

He squeezed his brother's hand hard, "Go home."

Going home, my only obsession is to take you home, to wait for you to go home.

Ling Shi looks up at the vast moon, the full moon is suitable for reunion.

He sighed deeply, and patted his younger brother's head like he did when he was a child, "Brother, I'm carrying you on my back."

"Ok!"

He jumped on his brother's back, brilliant as if he hadn't been hurt.

"go home."

Seeing them coming back, Ran Xiaoan rushed out without saying a word. Fang Jin's expression darkened when he heard the faint sound of bells from time to time.

The blood had dried up, and his unmoving body seemed to have settled down, and there was a relieved smile on the corner of his stiff mouth.Fang Jin has never seen him like this, brave, free and easy, and resolute, as if the dagger that killed him is a good medicine for curing cancer, bitter but redemptive.

"How?"

"Buy it."

"Ah."

Fang Jin was stunned for a long time, then murmured, "You said...is he happy?"

"Happier than alive."

"That's good."

"They are considered a blessing. Many people cannot sleep together in life, nor can they die together."

"That kid...isn't it easy?"

"It's not easy." Ran Xiaoan looked at the noisy mountain village, and smiled lightly, "This was originally a mass grave, where slaves, prostitutes, and death row prisoners fend for themselves. No one remembers them. Everyone laughs." Yes, but everyone’s heart is full of sadness? Happiness? They don’t know the taste of happiness, so they can only draw a gourd and put it on the scarecrow’s face. Lingqi..." Ran Xiaoan hesitated for a moment, then said Going on, "He was trafficked to the border of the barbarians, and his life was worse than that of an animal. Three copper coins can sleep with him once, and in the end, the three copper coins are no longer needed..."

"Stop it!" Fang Jin snorted, pinching the space between his brows wearily, "Don't tell his brother."

"I don't have that many things." Ran Xiaoan raised his head, "He is looking forward, and there is no need for us to be rigid."

"Hmm." Fang Jin swallowed a sour mouthful, and asked, "Xiao An, can I ask? Why did you help them?"

"I understand the pain of losing my brother."

I really have no other choice, if God is sorry, I saved them, can you return my brother to me?

"Xiao Le and Duan Xi are still waiting for us." He was stunned for a while, picked up Ling Shi's body, and said calmly, "Go back."

"it is good."

They were silent all the way, the two walked one after the other, Ran Xiaoan didn't tell Fang Jin that he remembered something.

When creating this illusion, he once asked these ghosts, since you are so afraid of light, then I will cover the light.

Unexpectedly, all the ghosts knelt down and begged him, I love that dangerous sun.

Like loving the one who hurt me the most.

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