[Tomb Raider] into the painting

Lei, I just bought an expensive genuine book on impulse today, and I am silently crying and eating dirt.

But you may also notice my status - unsigned

Well, I've tried it too.But it’s okay, I am a very casual person who writes, otherwise I wouldn’t have released the episode at the beginning (currently locked, ready for overhaul)

After the bondage is gone, let yourself go freely hahahahahahahahahaha

The girl who threw me the torpedo and I are friends in real life, and it was her supervision all the way that made this story take shape.

She said arrogantly: I just want to see your paintings ranked (indifferent, local tyrants are rich.

Although I joked at the time that it’s better if you transfer 100 to my Alipay and don’t spend money on spicy chicken Jinjiang

Later, when I saw Landmines, I was really happy, and I cried with a feeling of being recognized.

So in the future, if the girls want to express their deep love, one or two landmines are enough, like my friends who come up with one torpedo, it is better to really save money==(I Afraid she will hit me)

The next story I want to write if anyone wants to follow (it will be long)

Probably a story of a hormonal burst.

There is such a description of love in "Our Lady of Flowers".

To be in love is like two young boxers who beat each other (instead of fighting together) before parting, tear each other's shirts, and, when they are naked, marvel at how beautiful they are, believe in Seeing themselves in a mirror, tongue gaping for a split second, swaying—furious at being grabbed—their tangled hair, smiling at each other, a wet smile.

I want to write about this kind of love.

And this time it is a rare and delicate love for me who has always been rough and violent (maybe you don’t think so ==

Above, love you guys.

☆、May I live a hundred years without worries and may I have tears in vain (2)

The fish in the dry rut panted and struggled, the tail of the fish slapped the puddles under its body feebly, the splashed flying beads fell on the fish scales, slipped down the gap between the fish scales, penetrated into it, moistened for a moment and evaporated in an instant.

It is about to die.

From its birth to its death, it is only a short moment in these three thousand worlds, but it is the length of three kalpas for itself.

I think the reflection before death may be the unbearable kindness of the creation.

But what happens after death?

What is death?Is death the end of life or the beginning of another life?

Po Meng next to the Naihe Bridge shakes the large spoon in the copper pot, and hands a bowl of soup to the ghosts and ghosts who come and go. Occasionally, ghosts who miss their previous lives hesitate to linger by the bridge. Head, the past is wiped out, cross the bridge without any worries, and walk down.

Thinking about it, if a person remembers all of his past and present lives, it would be so long, so long that the generations would become white silk around the neck, making it difficult for people to breathe.

The Zhang family has become a mark of history. Their existence may be the length of the three great monks, long and boundless, until the end of the world and the collapse of history.

Self-help is also another's salvation, kindness is also punishment, impermanence is also permanent.

Forgetting is the benevolence of creation, and it is also artificially crafted.

They appeared, erasing deviations, and what was forgotten was history and itself.

The great water wiped out all the troubles in the three thousand worlds, and after the fire, the water also retreated into the mud pan. From then on, there was no love, no desire, no anger, no hatred. They are the creators of the mud pan, and also the mud pan itself, the creators of the three thousand worlds and the end of the world. At the end is the Zhang family.

So what about reincarnation and death?

Zhang Jia Qi Ling is the ultimate.

The Buddha never said that there is a Nirvana that needs to abandon samsara, and that without samsara, this is Nirvana in itself.

Nirvana, all manifestations are not troubles, and all are in line with the pure and wonderful virtue of Nirvana.

Inaction, freedom, neither birth nor death.

The old lama who accompanied him the longest passed away one day.He doesn't fight or get angry, and returns to heaven after death.

Before he died, he stared at him with a pair of white eyes that were nearly blind, without saying a word.

An old and deep voice sounded, and he handed over the prayer beads that he never left his hands with trembling hands.

"Zunba Luwasou."

Standing on the mountain opposite the celestial burial platform, he pulled out colorful prayer flags covering the sky and earth from behind, surrounded by densely packed Tibetan letters and lifelike patterns of birds and animals.Tibetans live a hard life, so they pay special attention to offering sacrifices to gods and praying for blessings.

Seek good fortune and prosperity, and eliminate disasters and calamities.

He has no disasters, no disasters, and no blessings to ask for.In front of the colorful splendor, he is the transparency of the air.

The enemy slowly gathered a group of vultures, soaring and falling slowly.He has excellent eyesight and can see shadows clearly.

The torn flesh, the blood dripping.

The Tibetan word "Zumba Luwasou", "Zumba" is a lie, and "Luwa" is false and deceitful.That is conventional truth.

Buddha pays attention to chanting and gathering, double luck, also known as: karma.

What is more important is the combination of wisdom and convenience, the integration of conventional truth and ultimate truth.

In the face of bloody death, everything is real.

The woman asked him softly, "Have you ever taken drugs?"

He shook his head and nodded.

All kinds of unreliability in him are like hallucinations, dreams, and unreality after taking drugs.

The old lama's sanity was on the verge of defeat, and the wind and rain gathered.

"On an ultimate level, since you say you are suffering, and I guess you are suffering, and it looks like you want to get out of suffering, and you ask me what to do, I have no choice but to tell you: You should know the truth."

Lama smiled strangely.

They meditate facing each other, looking directly at each other.

"Even when I say this, I don't believe there is a real reality. Because you look like a fool." He passed a prayer bead, "Sorry." Then continued:

"So I realized that I had to talk about it using categories like Conventional Truth and Ultimate Truth. Since you are a fool and I sympathize with you, there is something called Conventional Truth which is false, unreal, unreal, It’s not absolute, it’s flawed.”

"But does it make sense?"

His expression was flat, as calm as stagnant water.

The lama stepped forward, bent down, and tapped his forehead with the Buddhist scriptures in his other hand, gently, gently, heavily, hastily, bathed in the fragrance of the pages and incense ash.

"What I want to say is that you are Shengyi."

"You yourself are reality."

The lama got up and left, leaving him to meditate alone, facing the peaceful and evil Buddha.

He is Nirvana, Nirvana, Victory, and Buddha.

The Buddha breaks his life.

He walked out of the temple and took off his cassock.

The author has something to say: The last lama's words are from Dzompo Dechen Sherao Voser (1518-1584), the master of Jigme Lingpa.

So far, Zhang Qiling's episode is over.

He is too perfect in my heart, so I can't bear to profane.

Bai Sui Wuyou is the inspiration of the Zhang family, but there are still tears in vain.

Because of compassion.

I can't bear to complain, I just want to.

Strange to say, Wu Xie and my younger brother both seem to me to be people with great compassion.

Maybe I'm weird (laughs.

☆、Love is deep and lifeless

Wu Xie's Diary

"But in this world, there are some things that just not doing wrong is not enough, and some people use this blankness as an excuse."

Well, I admit that the above remarks are not mine.I can't say anything so philosophical.

When sorting out the relics of the painting yesterday, I found "Men Without Women" (why is the title so strange) spread out in a drawer, and there are deep nail scratches under the above words.Compared with the flat paper surface, it is deep, but for the white and clean color, it is inconspicuous.

I lit a cigarette, and my eyes were distracted.Small white solid particles spread in the air, like moving pathogens, causing helplessness that hurts muscles and bones.

Let's talk about Xiao Hua.

I don't know whether the more important woman in his heart is Ruhua or Xiuxiu.I think these two women like Xiaohua, one likes it submissively, and the other likes it vaguely.Xiuxiu and Xiaohua grew up together, and they couldn't be more familiar with each other. The relationship between men and women may have turned into a deeper relationship.There is a bond between them and they cannot be separated.

As for the painting, I'm almost sure that Xiao Hua's needs for her are normal men's needs for women.In Barnay's camp, on the other side of the lake, were Jude Kaw's men, and they didn't hide deep enough, in the woods.I wipe!How did they do it? On the surface, Xiaohua looks gentle, but she is actually a gentle scum. I can only think about such things as field battles.However, I still pretended not to know, and observed the two of them secretly the next day, and it seemed that there was nothing unusual.I once thought that Xiaohua is also a man of blood, and she always needs something.Although it seems that Xiuxiu can arouse more desires in that area, right?Into the painting can be regarded as a replica of her grandmother.

Sorry, I shouldn't have said that about pictures.

Entering the painting has a cool temperament and is out of place.At this time, she had to mention her brother Bai Yong.Bai Yong's despair towards this world is depressing.I once thought that he didn't want to see Ru Hua, his feelings for Ru Hua, or the way he looked at her, was sometimes as gentle as water, and sometimes full of indescribable obscurity.When you love, you love miserably, and when you hate, you ridicule.

The mouths of the whole family carved out of the same mold are cold and thin.

But in the end, the only person he hated was himself.Hate yourself for being cowardly.

He once told me that he never regarded Ruhua as his own sister.I was sloppy and more confused.Unexpectedly, I could witness German orthopedics in my lifetime.But it wasn't until Bai Yong's death that I realized what it meant to be not a real brother or sister.

Because the love is deep, the blood relationship will fade.

I heard that Xueye Ruhua cried like a tearful person, and also had a miscarriage, and her body suffered from the problem of not being able to catch cold.After that she became taciturn and deliberately ascetic.I know she's atoning.

She made atonement for her recent destruction of Aunt Bai's protection of her brother's life, and for the extinction of the Bai family and the black-backed sixth child.

Into the painting is indeed hidden deep enough.She has an instinctive numbness to death.Can watch with indifference that the Banai expedition was nearly wiped out because of her knowingly not speaking.So when she went to the hospital to see Xiao Hua, she was turned away.She was wearing that dark red sweater, and she was leaning against the hospital wall in a daze, listening to Xiaohua's vicious curses about her.

wasp tail needle,

The most poisonous woman.

What Xiao Hua hates her is not viciousness, but cold heart.

As far as love is concerned, how can a woman accept the past with a smile when she throws herself into the arms of others?

What's more, he is the head of the Xie family and a domineering Rakshasa.

"What can I do? This is how the world works." She turned her head, "Wu Xie" and said after a pause, "It's not that I did something wrong, it's that I didn't do the right thing , so there is a major problem."

For a moment, I seemed to see the souls of the black-backed sixth son and Aunt Bai merged in Ruhua.

There was no news from her for the next year, even though Xiaohua was turned upside down after learning of Huo Er's death, she couldn't find a single strand of her hair.

She took all her belongings with her.

I know that Ruhua is a smart woman, so naturally she won't be troubled by love.A year later, she and Poker Ping suddenly appeared, and she came to me, maybe I was the only one who didn't express strong dislike for her?She came over and sold some jewelry, including the ones left by her grandma and given to her by Xiaohua after she died.I couldn't raise that much cash all at once, so she smiled and said it was okay, just give it to me.I said I am not a woman, how can I use it.Throw it away, she said.So he threw out one casually, and that fine jadeite bracelet just rolled into the sewer.Later I found out that it was the most valuable thing that Xiaohua fought desperately to get back from the general's tomb in Xi'an.

Later, I sorted out the silk from the handbag.

I have seen it from my grandfather's notes, Xie's grandmother is so beautiful.

I understand that what Xiaohua really loves in her heart is Ruhua.

To be honest, as a man, I think it's a burden to bring a woman like Ruhua home. She's too shrewd and strong like Aunt Bai, and even the black-backed sixth son can't stand it.But I can't say unfairly that Aunt Bai is the one who sees the most thoroughly among the old nine, and so does Ruhua.

After that, after that, there is nothing more to say.Enter the painting and enter the bronze door.At least she has the blood of Lao Jiumen on her body, so she has the qualifications.She replaced me and my brother and went in.At that time, Xiao Hua tried desperately to pry open the door like crazy.No one knew that according to the order, Xiuxiu would not go, so only Xiaohua was left.Xiaohua has only two choices, one is if he doesn't go, then Ruhua will stay inside for another ten years;It is impossible for the two to be together within 20 years.I don't know whether their relationship can withstand the scouring of 20 years. At that time, Xiao Hua was nearly half a century old, and she was in her forties. No wonder she said, let him be with Ms. Huo.

I seem to have predicted the ending, I am afraid that I will be in the bronze door for the rest of my life. "Deep love never lasts long," Ruhua said.Then, who is deeply in love will never live, I didn't understand until the end that if you love someone in the painting, you will choose to fulfill, and the love is so deep that you can live forever.

A hundred years later, when Ruhua came out, I'm afraid she will only see Xiaohua and Xiuxiu's children.

It turned out that Bai Yong was the only one who loved painting the most, and he was the only one.

People in the Bai family are trapped by love all their lives.That's right.

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Ten years later

Wu Xie's Diary

Poker-face finally finished his work. He finally came back from the Bronze Gate, and then settled in Hangzhou.

He only said lightly.

"She won't come out."

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After 20

Wu Xie's Diary

Haha, today is the full moon wine for Xiaohua and Xiuxiu's children.This little girl snatched the red envelope from me with one hand, she is so agile!

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some day after 21 years

Today, I flipped through the book left by the painting again, and suddenly found another sentence.

"I'm already 47. If I die at 13, I have to live for 13 years. It's too long! How will I survive those [-] years?"

How to get through it?

how

Get through

What?

The author has something to say: the life of others in the eyes of others.

This is the end.

Sprinkle flowers.

(It's so cool to see a hole become a small sapling

Thanks to the little angels who accompanied me all the way.

Here I would like to thank my dear four-eyed classmates.

This article would not have been possible without your encouragement.

In 14, Fanwai took shape, in 15, the wedge took shape, in 16, I was empty for a year to prepare for the college entrance examination, and in 17, I was filling the hole.

Don't remind me downstairs for three years (huh