Declare war on depression, against day and night

On the evening of Mao Shishi's departure, Bie Ming absent-mindedly listened to Natsume Lizhou explain how he passed the test to become Fengshen's little follower.

Natsume Lizhou saw Bie Ming's scattered thoughts from the very beginning, but the saddest thing in the world is not the test of the gods he admired, but the insurmountable spiritual gap between him and his sweetheart.He didn't know how to comfort Bie Ming, but he always felt sorry for this boy, as if every time he saw him, there was a cloud of melancholy on his face.

"Ming Jun, I see that you are very tired, do you need to go back and rest?"

Don Ming raised his eyes, the door was closed tightly, and there was no sign of anyone coming home.

The living room is relatively large, and the heater can't cover the heat, so it's a little cold.

Bie Ming tugged at the sleeve of the sweater, and held it in his palm.I thought, if Mao Shiyi hadn't left here, at this time, he would definitely scold him for not knowing hot and cold, and he would drag himself into the hut indiscriminately, and maybe even cover himself with a warm quilt .

"Will you still tell me stories about monsters tomorrow?" Bie Ming asked.

Natsume smiled and said, "As long as Ming-kun still wants to hear it, I will always have monster stories to tell."

"Then I'll come back to you tomorrow. I'm sleepy and want to go back to sleep."

Natsume Lizhou nodded, and watched Bie Ming go to the room where he and Mao Shiyi lived. Seeing that he paused when he walked to the door, he decided to say the words that had been brewing for a long time: "Mr. Ming, please be happy." Only the heart can do it."

How can I be happy?

Is "happiness" something that you want and can happen to you?No, no, impossible.If you want to be happy, if you want to be able to smile freely and sincerely, you can't do without Mao Shiyi by your side.Everything was brought to him by Mao Shiyi, and when Mao Shiyi left, everything followed him and left him.

Bie Ming returned to the room, stood at the door, put his forehead against the door, and his gaze fell lightly on the lock inside the room.He hasn't locked the door for a long time, and since he lived with Mao Shishi, he hasn't locked the door from the inside.Because Mao Shishi was by his side, because he didn't need it anymore, and because he was safe.

He locked the door, and accordingly, he went to the window and drew the curtains.

But the curtains in Mao Shishi's room are very light in color and thin in texture, even the thin moonlight tonight is not enough. He can still see the lonely outside through the window that seems to be covered with light gauze. night.

"In my previous life, I was a pure lotus in front of the Buddha. Because I couldn't bear the loneliness of Yuntai, I was greedy for a little bit of mortal fireworks. So..."

Bie Ming felt that he climbed onto the bed with great difficulty, the cup on his body was as heavy as steel, and he couldn't breathe under the weight, and felt a little painful when he breathed out.He curled up his body into a shrimp, and used his most familiar posture to resist the long night. He seemed to touch the unique temperature of another person's skin, as if he smelled the different breath of the person on the quilt.

It's like passing a century alone.

The immortal vampire opened his sleeping coffin and found that even after sleeping for a thousand years, the scenery after a thousand years is still exactly the same as it was a thousand years ago, the same boring, the same loneliness, the same loneliness.No, even duller, lonelier, lonelier.

"That's why there is this worldly travel in this life."

A light green figure invaded the room accompanied by the slightly chilly moonlight. She stood in front of the window, the upper half of her body was just illuminated by the obliquely falling moonlight, which was printed on the quilt covered by Bie Ming.Her current figure is very similar to Bie Ming's state of mind at this moment, clear and boring, alone and lonely holding that watery oil-paper umbrella.

Bie Ming peeked out from under the quilt. He was so close, but he still couldn't see the woman's face clearly: "Who are you? Why do you have to follow me?"

"If you want, you can accompany me and read Qingning's letter quietly."

"But I don't understand what you're talking about."

There were tears running down the woman's cheeks, and under the moonlight, it looked like a shooting star that was close in front of her eyes.Her voice is very ethereal, as if floating from afar: "In my previous life, I was a clear lotus flower in front of the Buddha. Because I couldn't bear the loneliness of Yuntai, I was greedy for a little bit of fireworks. That's why I have this life. A journey in the world of mortals."

The incomprehensible words temporarily interrupted Bie Ming's longing for Mao Shiyi and his wild thoughts in the middle of the night.

Bie Ming got up, turned on the light in the room, and after inviting someone to sit on the single sofa in the room, Bie Ming said guiltily, "You... are you a lotus in front of the Buddha?"

The woman put away the oil-paper umbrella and put it up against the wall. Her eye circles were bright red, and there was a very bright tear mole under the corner of her left eye.

She only sat on a third of the sofa, her veil-like skirt was hanging by her feet, her pink nails with her orchid fingers pressed against her lips, her voice was still ethereal and ethereal: "What a person is entangled with all his life, It is often some insignificant little things, such as the flower wall in the courtyard in the spring of that year, the plum willows on the stream bridge in the wild mountain path, and the dust falling on the carved window panes. Many memories that should not be forgotten, but are captured by myself. Tossed in the light and shadow of age."

Don't Ming listened blankly.

After the woman finished speaking, she raised her eyes and glanced lightly at Bie Ming. She took a breath like a sister Lin, sighed softly, and looked softly at the oil-paper umbrella by the wall.The tear mole in front of her eyes trembled, and the cold fragrance on her body fell to the ground.

Could it be from time travel?

Don't think, then he shook his head and denied it.No, time travel is just a novel theme. Even if I believe that there are ghosts, demons and gods in the world, I still don't believe in such things as interlaced time and space, and time going backwards.Besides, although this girl speaks politely, it sounds like vernacular.

Mao Shishi was not around, and no one stood in front of him to solve the problem.Bie Ming had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask, "Young lady's...name?"

"He was born in a wealthy family, but romantic and romantic blood flowed in his bones. He gave all his emotions to those women who were as charming as peach blossoms, and he was willing to accept downfall. When he was poor and had nothing, he still I can tell everyone that in his life, he has gone through the wind and has no regrets."

Bie Ming asked: "Is it the girl's sweetheart?"

It sounds like the story between the ancient down-and-out nobleman and the brothel woman told by novelists on the Internet.

"They are all people with the most affection and nature, and they are so willing to part with each other for a lifetime in exchange for a night of beauty."

The woman stood up slowly, and slowly lifted her right hand upwards, and suddenly a warm and soft fragrant wind blew in the room.It was originally a room shrouded in night, but a peach blossom tree gradually appeared where she was standing, and the flowers gradually fell, and the room was reflected by it in a pink color.Bie Ming stretched out his hand and took a peach blossom. After a while, the traces of light were mottled.

Bie Ming stood still and didn't dare to move. This moment was so beautiful that he wanted to stay and watch it with Mao Shiyi.

"On both sides of time, I finally understand that parting is as long as reunion, and sadness and happiness are as deep." The woman walked to Bie Ming facing the falling petals, and her slender white fingers fell on Bie Ming's face Above, "The word lovesickness has always been something you want to send but can't send."

The moment the woman's hand left Bie Ming, something even more miraculous happened. Bie Ming's pajamas instantly turned into a white blue shirt.

The woman took his hand: "Life is a dream in the mirror, although from the very beginning, it means going astray, but there are mountains and rivers to accompany you, the sun and the moon to hold the lamp for you, and when you are hungry, you can gather lovesickness for food. If you are hungry and sleep on memories, what is there to be afraid of?"

Bie Ming felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Could it be that this woman's lovesickness is too heavy, but her sweetheart has disappeared, and there is no way to send her wishes, so she has to find someone who can see and touch her to play a play with her?Like painting cakes to satisfy hunger, deceiving yourself in front of memory?

The woman turned around lightly, took back her oil-paper umbrella, opened it, and stood beside Bie Ming.The moment the wind picked up, Kazuki's petals fell, covering the room, the umbrella, and the shoulders of the two of them.

"It is said that life is fair, how much happiness was given to you at the beginning, and how much sorrow you will share in the future."

After speaking, all the scenes in front of me gradually became transparent and disappeared.

When Bie Ming came back to his senses, he was still wearing the same set of pajamas, in a slightly dirty room.After turning off the light, moonlight leaked in through the window, Bie Ming shrank back and wrapped himself tightly with the quilt.

He missed Mao Shiyi even more.

That night, Bie Ming had a dream of a smoke cage.

Different from Kanagawa's dream before, this time's dream was extremely absurd. He dreamed of himself and Mao Shiyi.

It seemed to be a palace, noble and prosperous, full of extravagance, with music and laughter, from dark to dawn.

She seems to be a singing girl, playing a pipa in her hand, and there are several graceful young women beside her, and several handsome noble children are sitting in the hall.In the eyes are silk and satin, the plain white ones hang down from the beams of the house, suspected to be like a fairyland.The doors of several rooms were wide open, and the wind blew past, sultry.

What are they talking about?

It seems to be talking about poetry, it seems to be talking about the moon, and it seems to be enjoying music and listening to beautiful women.

Mao Shishi was among them, his clothes were half uncovered, his chest was vaguely exposed.

He was drunk, with a Xiangguan in his right hand and a glass of sake in his left.The smile on his face was both bright and ambiguous. Amidst the laughter and drunkenness of the crowd, he looked at the four of them with wet eyes, raised his pen and clicked four points in front of his eyes.Laughing loudly, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, scribbling pen and ink on the paper that had already been laid out, and there was another quarrel.

What kind of mood do you still have?Don't know.

It just felt like his chest was swollen, as if there was some kind of animal living inside, with great strength, as if it wanted to tear him apart from the inside out.

Hearing someone say that it was late, everyone in the hall responded one after another, looking greedily or expectantly at them and the long-awaited woman behind them.Bie Ming's eyes were on Mao Shiyi from the beginning to the end, but his eyes were not always attached to him.

He saw Mao Shiyi walking away with another woman in his arms, he saw Mao Shixi's hand holding the finger that the man had played the pipa, he saw Mao Shiyi's drunken and flirtatious kiss on the man's cheek kiss.

He was also hugged by someone's shoulders, and the sudden weight on his body weighed on him.

"Wait," Mao Shishi stopped the man beside him, stared at him in bewilderment, reached out to wipe his chin, and said to the man, "Let's change. "

Bie Ming didn't know how he and Mao Shiyi left, he only knew that Mao Shiyi was talking to him about homework along the way, hiccupping wine from time to time, with a strange smell.Mao Shishi said sorry, Mao Shixi stroked his face and said that he shouldn't drink so much wine, but he was happy.

Bie Ming was also happy, he thought, it would be best not to finish our journey.

Does this body belong to me, or does it belong to the woman holding the oil-paper umbrella?Is Mao Shiyi in the dream the Mao Shiyi he knows, or the one in the woman's heart?

Who can tell the difference?

No one can tell.

No one wants to make a clear distinction, it is good to just live this hazy life in such a foolish way.Just love and love and sing, just come and come and look forward to it.

That's all I expected.

Maybe, maybe it’s just like the light-onion-colored woman said, “Life is fair, how much happiness I gave you at the beginning, how much sorrow you will share in the future.”