[Douluo] Tang Yuke can't laugh

Tang San turned his head, someone came from afar.

In this bustling downtown, it is just like Jia Baoyu who caught the crimson bead fairy grass in his eyes back then and passed through the crowds. It is different from reality, but the face that is deeply engraved in his past memory does not have the Guanyin mole on his forehead. , with sharp eyebrows and many faces.

Looking deeply, deeply, probably really interprets what it means to glance at ten thousand years.

He didn't fall out of the dream, but he was still standing on the street, where the big and small foxes in Tushan were bargaining with each other, and the colorful market in the demon world concealed the silhouette of that person.

She got closer and closer, and finally passed him.

He tried to reach out and grab hers.

But in the end, he was stunned to find that there were only a few wisps of mist escaping from his hands.

"Don't look at it." Someone said behind him, "It's just a bubble of the past that has long since dissipated."

Tang San turned around.

The person standing behind him was dressed in white, but the Guanyin mole on his forehead was as red as blood, his face was expressionless, he didn't make any movements, he just stood there with pitiful eyes.

Those pupils were just like two glass beads, without any expression.

"... Ake?"

Tang San looked at her... At this moment, this person was strangely different from anyone he had ever seen, not the woman crying under the moon, nor the angry girl on the wall... Even, she looked at him the same way you look at a dead thing, at other people, at all things that don't matter—indifference, that's all.

"This is not where you should stay, go back," she said.

"This……"

"But you can't find your way?" The woman in white looked at him.

For a moment, Tang San actually felt that Tang Yuke's face had lost its facial features, and it was as hazy as if covered by a layer of veil, unable to see any specific shape...but it seemed as if he could see all the faces in this world, Old, young, male, female, beautiful, ugly, dignified, distorted, happy, angry, sad, happy...all the faces that can appear on human beings.

But outside of that weird hallucination, only the cinnabar mole in the center of the eyebrow spread and distorted into a complicated but vague coat of arms, clearly reflected in the depths of the eyeballs, engraved into the soul, pierced extremely deep, Let the brain curl up tightly.

But... Maybe it was just an illusion, just a moment of vertigo—Tang San ignored the anxiety in his heart, so deceiving himself and others.

Tang Yuke tilted her head and looked at him.

"Not..." Tang San just wanted to answer her, but was interrupted by her words as if awakening from a dream.

"Tang San?"

"I'm here." Probably the sequelae just now?Hearing her calling himself, he subconsciously responded.

Those pupils suddenly lit up.

"Tang San?" She asked again, as if confirming something.

"I'm here."

"Ah, it's you." Suddenly, she was very happy again.

Frowning, as if realizing something was wrong, shaking her head, her expression finally returned to her usual look, with a hint of cunning.

Suddenly, looking at him, sighed again.

"...It's you." The voice dropped again.

A moody look... This is definitely not a normal state.

Tang San ran over directly, supporting her who was crumbling.

"So you didn't go away," she raised her lips, "I thought that guy Xu Xian kicked you back into his body."

"Obviously not." Tang San also smiled wryly.

"Then, sit with me for a while," she patted the dirt beside her, and sat down straight away, regardless of her white clothes, "Talk to me, just for a while."

"About what you saw, don't you have any feelings?" Tang Yuke asked him with his head propped up.

"I think too much, and I end up thinking nothing of it."

"is it?"

"Because I don't know what to say..."

"what."

Tang Yuke listened to Tang San's words, but quietly responded a few times, and finally had nothing to say.

"...It hurts..." Tang San asked after being silent for a long time.

"...I don't remember, it's been too long, I don't remember anything."

"Is that right... that's fine... such a painful memory... I'm sorry for you..."

"No, it's my own problem."

"what?"

"I'm too persistent, and I'm too stubborn. I'm just blaming you."

"Do not……"

"You don't need to refute, after all, it's my own choice. What did you do wrong? Nothing, it's just my own fault."

"..."

"Does the sparrow know? The sparrow."

She compared the flapping of a wing with her hand.

"It's so self-inflicted. It's so small, but it's tough enough to die in the wild. It can survive in all kinds of miraculous ways. But after being caught, it can obviously eat and drink. It has to be offered. Being so strong and starving to death is just like that.”

"..."

"People are like sparrows. Humans are living all kinds of troubles. Isn't it just a sparrow that only messes with itself?"

"So...it's very similar." Tang San responded to her with a wry smile.

"So my sparrow is done tossing, it's time to go on a hunger strike and die."

"and many more?!"

"Ah, just pretend you didn't hear it." Tang Yuke smiled, "I'm sorry for the previous incident, I deliberately used the jade plate to scare you, didn't you understand?"

"...No, actually... I understand." Tang San responded in a low voice.

"At that time, I actually wanted to tell you, please stay away from me?" Tang Yuke smiled, "After all... I can't fathom people's hearts, and I'm still sad. Will you hurt me unconsciously?"

"Well, I've said so much." She smiled.

"Sorry, I still think it's better to stay away from you..."

"Sleep, continue to sleep." Looking at the sluggish Tang San, Tang Yuke gently knelt and sat up.

At this time, she was finally taller than the sitting Tang San.

Then, full of tenderness, she placed a feather-like kiss between Tang San's brows.

"When you wake up, you should forget all your dreams."

There was also a feather-like imprint on Tang San's eyebrows, emitting a shimmering light.

got windy.

Suddenly, countless shimmering white birds soared into the sky.

Surrounding him and her, fluttering and flying.

The sound of feathers drowned out the two facing each other.

The boy woke up from the bed.

The roommate rubbed his eyes and looked at the teenager who had bumped his head.

"what happened?"

"I had a dream..."

"What dream?"

"……Can not remember."

It's just...suddenly...sad.

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What kind of emotion is that?

Both want to be close, but also want to stay away.

The joke of fate is terrible.

Why, why, let her meet him again at this last moment?

After all, it has already been decided.

That being said, it's rather unfortunate.

Probably... just like the moth to the flame.

Nostalgic for this world, and in the end there is no turning back.

To perish.

she thinks.

It turned out that what disappeared this time was not sadness, but anger.

I can't get angry with that guy anymore, no matter how I think about it, it's just plain.

How much time does she have left?

She got up from the bed, and the sky outside the window was just right.

His long gray hair hung down, whitish at the tips.

"Ah, it's dawn."

she says.

Time has moved forward by another day.

The author has something to say:

Club meeting held until [-] o'clock to update the limit stepping on the line... Well, there was no success! ! ! ! !

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Recently, I've been working on the setting of the mother's book... I'm quite entangled...

Do you prefer a sick and charming heroine or a tsundere heroine? ? ?Please be sure to answer, now I am hesitant to choose two heroines! ! ! (Yes, it’s the hero’s love story.)

...Actually, a mother's marriage (that is, impermanence) is also very good... Anyway, it is not a mother and child... (What the hell am I thinking! ＠#￥%&×...)

Now I am actually leaning towards the sick and delicate (support my face).

Because...it's very touching! ! !

The choice is difficult and can't afford to hurt...

After all, when you finish filling out this book of Dragon Clan, there is a direct connection...

So here's a preview.

Tsundere: "If you reach out to me, you must never let go." "Show me! Everything that is gorgeous!" "I will place all my hopes on you, if one day I Betray, then you will be trampled under my feet and never regret it." "What are you doing? Are you still waiting for a girl to kiss you!"

Bingjiao: "It doesn't matter, senior, it doesn't matter what you do, even if you push me into the darkness, it doesn't matter~" "It's you who gave me the meaning of existence, senior, it's you who saved me Oh~predecessor~senior~" "Then, can you satisfy my extravagant wish? Can you extend your hand to me a little more? Can you... dance together under the moon?"

Mother's marriage: "I'm thinking, when did it start? Anji? I will smile at you unconsciously." "If there is anyone in this world who can talk to me, it is probably the one who is the absolute opposite of me." Are you, An Ji?" "The other half of my lost soul...please answer me." "I will live with you forever."

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Speaking of searching for information, I found a very interesting thing.

The Suiren family is the earliest recorded ancestor in China, about 1 years ago.

Then Fuxi was his son, the first emperor in Chinese history.

It is related to Suirenshi who is called a "sage" in the records, and is probably also an emperor.

Then the problem is coming.

Jin Glittering is... 500 years ago.

...So if the Holy Grail of Fuyuki recruits Suiren or Fuxi...who will give him the courage to call himself the oldest king? (laugh)

However, it is useless. Japan only recognizes that China has a history of 4000 years, and the whole thing before the Zhou Dynasty is ignored... Obviously Gilgamesh is also a myth and legend... Obviously Nezha is also a legend...Obviously Tang Sanzang (Journey to the West version) is also a legend... crying...

Of course, this does not prevent me from criticizing Kim Pika when I write~ (laughs)

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