He is from a fighting nation

A row of white-flowered waves rolled slowly from the horizon like a high wall.

Zhou Xiangwan was thrown high by this wave, and was thrown into the air together with the chaotic water splashes. The water sprays fell like a curtain of crystal beads. His body was as light as a feather, and like a light soul, until the water splashes fell, He was still drifting slowly down.

But Zhou Xiangwan didn't fall into the sea with a splash, but landed on the back of a vast whale.

The blue whale was like an isolated island floating on the sea, swimming rapidly on the sea at an astonishing speed, and the singing still echoed in my ears, becoming more and more clear.

That voice was also very familiar, Zhou Xiangwan carefully confirmed with great anxiety, "...Sister? Zhou Xiangqing?"

The singing stopped.

The little whale moved a little slower, flicked its tail, and stirred up a large waterfall of water.

Zhou Xiangwan was drenched in the water, but he was inexplicably excited and slapped the back of the whale.

"Sister! Is it you! Sister?! Sister? You talk! Zhou Xiangqing?!"

Zhou Xiangwan was like a cicada in summer, loud and annoying.The whale seemed a little speechless, flicked its tail, and the water threw itself on Zhou Xiangwan again.

Zhou Xiangwan was not angry, he opened his arms, embraced the large whale back, rubbed his face again, and whispered, "I thought you would turn into a mermaid..."

Zhou Xiangwan always thought that Zhou Xiangqing looked very good-looking diving in the sea, but he had a knot in his heart and couldn't bear to say it. He always said awkwardly that Zhou Xiangqing was like a toad, an ugly woman, and never refused to call her sister.

"I'm sorry!!!" Zhou Xiangwan yelled loudly while lying on the back of the whale, like a repeater, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!!"

Zhou Xiangwan yelled, rolled a few times on the back of the whale, looked up at the blue sky, raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and moved his lips: "...Sister."

Suddenly he heard a faint sigh, and Zhou Xiangwan heard a clear female voice, "You 35-year-old man, you call me old one after another. You should call me sister."

Zhou Xiangwan stroked his hair, and said obediently, "Sister."

"Hey, good boy!" The little whale laughed and sprayed water straight out. She has always acted very unruly, and flicked her tail: "The time is coming, I will send you to heaven!"

Zhou Xiangwan couldn't figure it out, and was rushed into the sky by a huge jet of water coming from nowhere.

Zhou Xiangwan suddenly flew into the sky on a water jet, and he couldn't stop once he flew, it can be said that he soared ninety thousand miles.

The little whale flicked its tail happily, as if saying goodbye to Zhou Xiangwan.

Zhou Xiangwan dog-planed in the air: "Ah!!!"

Zhou Xiangwan was originally as light as a feather, but this time he went up to the sky, his body was as heavy as lead. He was thrown high, then sank suddenly, the ground was getting closer, and he sat down on the side of the road superior.

Zhou Xiangwan was dreaming, and there was everything in the dream.

Just now, the water in the sea seemed to be pouring down, turning into a patter of rain. Zhou Xiangwan was in a huge maze with intricate roads and endless traffic. Zhou Xiangwan could not find his way and was afraid of being hit by a car. The bean-sized raindrops hit his face, Zhou Xiangwan couldn't even open his eyes, so he wiped his face on the side of the road in a hurry.

Zhou Xiangwan vaguely felt that he had to cross the road and get out of this maze. He seemed to be going to meet a very important person, but he couldn't remember his name.

Zhou Xiangwan felt very cold, feeling that he would never be able to get out of this maze for the rest of his life, so he squatted on the ground dejectedly, staring at the puddle mournfully.

The puddle did not reflect his shadow. Zhou Xiangwan touched the surface of the water strangely. There were circles of ripples on the surface of the water. When it calmed down again, a pale and handsome face was reflected. His thin lips were always pursed, serious and dignified.

It was at this moment that Zhou Xiangwan realized that there was no rain falling on him.

It was Wu Liang, holding a black business umbrella to protect Zhou Xiangwan from the rain.Zhou Xiangwan squatted on the ground and looked up at him. There were clearly two people, but only Wu Liang's shadow appeared in the puddle.

Zhou Xiangwan didn't recognize him, he just stared at Wu Liang blankly.

"Young Master Zhou, let's go." Wu Liang said lightly.

Zhou Xiangwan didn't think much, and walked along the roadside with Wu Liang, his heart was full of doubts, but he was shrouded in an inexplicable sense of security.

Wu Liang has always been quiet, and he moved through the maze with ease, his expression was extremely cold and indifferent, but his umbrella was tilted halfway in the direction of Zhou Xiangwan.

While walking, countless memories poured into Zhou Xiangwan's mind like a tide, and Zhou Xiangwan remembered who he was.

The sound of the rain gradually stopped, the sky darkened, and the stars all over the sky shone brightly.Before leaving the last door of the maze, Zhou Xiangwan suddenly stopped and asked, "Wu Liang, am I dreaming, or is this the world after death? Are you... that Wu Liang?" ?”

Wu Liang turned his head slightly, and said lightly: "It's not important. Zhou Shao, cross the road."

Zhou Xiangwan said persistently: "Wu Liang, do you know that later, I became your boyfriend! You love me so much!"

The corner of Wu Liang's mouth twitched.

Zhou Xiangwan murmured: "But, I'm the one who's sorry for you. I'm a bastard, I deserve it...you...why are you here? That car shock...I...are you real? I Are you dreaming? My mother and my sister can explain... Don't you hate me? Why are you in my dream? "

"I'll hit you." Wu Liang interrupted Zhou Xiangwan, and suddenly slapped Zhou Xiangwan.

Zhou Xiangwan was stupefied by Wu Liang's slap, because he didn't feel any pain, he just felt getting colder and colder. He pointed to the other side of his face in a daze, and said dully, "Do you... want to make it symmetrical?"

Wu Liang put away the umbrella, took the umbrella in the other hand, and said in a very serious tone: "This slap may blow you away."

Zhou Xiangwan: "..." Why do I feel that Wu Liang's eyes are full of anticipation.

When Wu Liang said that he fanned Zhou Xiangwan, he was really not exaggerating at all, he just fanned him.

Zhou Xiangwan fell into the sky full of stars like a gray wolf flying into the sky.

Zhou Xiangwan was slapped until his eyes were filled with stars. When he got down to earth, he saw a pure gold Buddha statue.

Zhou Xiangwan had seen that Buddha statue before. It was the one he saw in Miaofeng Mountain. After years of erosion, the golden paint had dimmed a lot.

Under the Buddha statue, Zhou Xiangwan saw a man in Taoist uniform with an unshaven beard who couldn't hide his double chin.

It was Qian Meng, not the safe and sound Qian Meng in this life, but Qian Meng who was blind in one eye during a game in his previous life. It was his double chin and eyes that recognized him.

There are thousands of ever-burning lamps, all of which flickered because of Zhou Xiangwan's arrival.

Qian Meng seemed very nervous. He turned his head to make sure that the doors and windows were closed, and then carefully picked out each wick with a thin wire, and the candlelight became brighter.

Zhou Xiangwan called him, "Qian Meng."

Qian Meng continued picking up the wick as if he didn't hear it. Zhou Xiangwan reached out to pat him on the shoulder, but it passed through Qian Meng's body without warning.

This situation is different from before, Zhou Xiangwan looked at his palm suspiciously.

At this time, another monk in white came out slowly from the inner room, with a smile on his mouth, long eyebrows and beautiful eyes, extraordinary and refined, merciful, and he was the mysterious master uncle Qian Meng talked about.

The candlelight cast an oil painting-like light and shadow on Qian Meng's face, Qian Meng stayed away from the candlelight, and then spoke softly: "Master, as you said, as long as the three thousand lamps are kept alive for 50 years, his soul will be able to recover." Come back. Today is the last day."

Uncle Mystic Master hummed, and Zhou Xiangwan realized that he was not dumb.

Qian Meng scratched his gray hair and said, "Why do I feel that you are coaxing me? How can such a good thing happen?"

Uncle Master smiled and said, "Reincarnation of cause and effect has its own definite number. What's more, he has great merit."

"The bastard is so immoral and doing something, it's not bad if he doesn't go to the [-]th floor of hell!" Qian Meng was full of doubts, "Where did the merit come from?"

The uncle suddenly turned his head and met Zhou Xiangwan's gaze. His gaze was so transparent that he seemed to see everything in the world. Zhou Xiangwan was startled suddenly. The uncle raised his hand and waved it lightly, "Number of Cambodians!" Thousands of lives are born in his hands."

Zhou Xiangwan felt that these few times he was like a beautiful fly, being swung around by others, Qian Meng's hunched back gradually receded, and in a blink of an eye, Zhou Xiangwan came to a soft ball of light again .

Zhou Xiangwan looked back, and behind him was the concern he had been unable to let go of in his previous life. He felt a little bit of reluctance in his heart, but soon filled with boundless courage, waved at those phantoms, turned his back, and walked towards the his world.

The light spots scattered and merged into his flesh and blood. Zhou Xiangwan experienced the past and present life again.

This immature child who only knows about beautiful clothes will go to another path in life that year. He will taste life and death, experience powerless despair and mania, and be crushed in the loneliness of betrayal.

But the flickering light in his life has never been extinguished. He was rebuilt in love. As the years go by, the sun always rises after the long night.

He traveled through time and space, tried his best, and struggled to open his eyes in the long river of sinking time. He had no strength, and moved his arms with difficulty, and found that he seemed to be in a cold, dark and cramped coffin.

Zhou Xiangwan: ... My day.