Yao Luoxuan began to review his feelings. The innate emotion is so proud in the years.

Since childhood, I have feelings, especially dependence on my parents, as an enlightenment, and then gradually understand the world and integrate into it in this enlightenment. When the consciousness of the self becomes stronger and stronger, it stands in the here and now with its own unique color. As I get older, what I get has gradually become an indispensable part of my feelings. All this is the building that I stacked out of the emotional foundation that I could have, and it was indestructible.

Acquiring, feeling and merging, that's what I've done for 34 years.

Whenever I get some kind of information from the world patched together in time and space, I will feel it in my brain, whether I like it or hate it. All the emotions you feel will be imperceptibly decorated in the building that you have constructed with emotion, and everything you can know will be integrated. It is this kind of integration that makes my life colorful. Any kind of link is necessary and indispensable. The order of the front and back cannot be disturbed, and when other things enter from it, it is tightly added to its more decorative colors in the loop. Life has always been like this, and even when it comes to old age, it will not become disordered because of it.

It's because of the growth of age that everything gained is huge, but because of the growth of this year, I also know what to choose to feel in it, and then choose to merge again. This is not a great thing, in this world, it is the so-called human beings who have this way to make the self-consciousness even greater.

As for the word love, Yao Luoxuan seems to feel that he has forgotten a lot. After so many years of marriage, I slowly woke up from the vows to death, looking at a fresh day, I can't get rid of it, but I can correctly understand the weather on this day. As she thought, she had completely integrated herself with the family, with her husband, with her children. It is impossible to separate or abandon, just as a melting glacier merges into the sea.

But now, something like love suddenly made her feel wonderful thoughts. After she was kissed by Nian Hao like this, she fled home, washed it with a toothbrush repeatedly, and sprayed enough freshener into her mouth, wanting to completely eliminate the smell left by the teenager on her. In the process, she remembered the age of seventeen, remembered the first love, just a simple memory, and the feeling of the past that memory seemed to be gone, and even all the touches that were still lingering on her body disappeared. And now it's just a faint picture, like a passerby, just watching from a distance.

Yes, Yao Luoxuan is looking for it. It seems that the specific things that are looking for can only be found in the parts that match in the memory. But why should she look for it? Yao Luoxuan couldn't give herself any reason, she looked at her home, neat furnishings, refreshing decoration, and mixed with the taste of the past seven years, everywhere showed the word warmth.

Then Yao Luoxuan thought of her husband Han Chen. She walked down the hallway to her bedroom and pulled out photos of her wedding from years ago from the cabinet. At that time, she was a little fatter than her current self, with a smile on her face, and the whole world revolved around the man standing next to her in a suit. All kinds of scenery, all kinds of shapes, and all kinds of happiness constitute the most perfect memory of yourself. The authenticity is unquestionable, because it's all right in front of you. The extreme sense of reality, no matter if you have doubts, but the picture in it, the touch can be vaguely felt.

All this will not be forgotten, and the action of discarding it is even more difficult to start.

It's just that now, I raised my hand and touched my lips slightly, and the two kisses turned out to be more real than my own life. A sense of fear hangs over me, the fear that the touch envelops me, isolates me from my life, and then isolates. A word called the seven-year itch danced in her heart, slowly pressing into her lungs as she breathed. It's a feeling of suffocation. I won't cheat, Yao Luoxuan nodded resolutely. It's just that the current situation is that the feeling for Nian Hao is not at all the same as the feeling of being in this world. Yes, it doesn't feel like this world. It is difficult to see the fork in the road, whether it is forward, backward, left, or right.

Yao Luoxuan put the wedding photos in a drawer, went to the bathroom to change his underwear, and then put the stained clothes in the washing machine and poured laundry detergent. Then I clicked the start button of the washing machine and watched the metal cylinder spin. As the water intensified inside, the foam became stronger, and time felt like it was passing at this moment.

At this time, it was suddenly four o'clock in the afternoon, Yao Luoxuan went to the kitchen, made a cup of instant coffee, and half lay on the sofa. She was draped in a light blanket, revealing her bare white feet. A worn-out book in his hand. The book cover was shabby, a book she had picked up from night markets in other cities. Yao Luoxuan likes some of the lone books released in the night market, different authors use different techniques to write different worlds, and they will always give themselves different feelings. At this time, Yao Luoxuan needed this difference to accept, and now she is in a predicament.

The author of the book is unknown, and the page with the author's name engraved on it has disappeared. Even the prelude is unrecognizable because of printing problems. This is a story about the Qin Dynasty, not a wild history, but a history that has been set aside.

Fusu looked into the distance and saw more than a thousand infantry coming in formation with shields, and crossbowmen hiding among them. And there were only thirty ink masters behind him. I don't know what to do for a while. Fusu suddenly sat down on the ground and cried loudly: "Great Qin has been destroyed, what is the use of leaving me alone!" An ink man walked over, he stood in front of Fusu, drew the long sword in his hand, and said: "Since the son has the intention to die, then learn from Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, to kill himself." Seeing this, Fusu immediately drew his sword and held it in front of his throat, but he didn't make a move. The ink man snorted coldly, snatched the sword back, and said, "How about thousands of troops, with me, the son is fine." As long as Gongzi has the heart to revive Great Qin. ”’

A nice story. What is written here is about what happened after Fusu died. It's just that the ink man described in it is too strong, and after this story, it was immediately written that this ink man killed 2,000 enemy troops with one sword and one person.

The printing of this book was obviously around 2000, and the literature at that time slowly revealed the light of the times at Han Han's insistence. It is a great power for such an author to write this kind of fictional history and print it out. However, there was no follow-up report, and it was inevitable that the writer was abandoned because of sales problems. It's just that he wrote such a book anyway.

The idea of this book is good, but the heroine in it is more tragic. Why bother to have such a woman?" Yao Luoxuan sighed. The male protagonist in the early stage of the book is called Mo Zhen, he is the leader of the Mo family, in order to save the common people and protect the last bloodline of Daqin, and Mo Ling is his female apprentice, the two love each other but can no longer be together. After many twists and turns, Moji took one of Fusu's daughters as his wife and gave birth to a son. Mo Ling was heartbroken, but she had already agreed to the strategy of strengthening Qin, so she endured the pain and established the Great Qin hegemony. A few years later, several disciples of Mo Ling's sect resisted the counterattack of Liu Bang's Han Dynasty army for Great Qin. In the past few years, Liu Bang swept the world with the help of Confucianism, but at this time Mo Ling and his next disciple, a guy named Feng Shao, became more and more intimate, and finally the two were ready to abandon the sword and go to the end of the world, but they did not expect that Feng Shao was actually the son of Mo Marks. One of the most heartless passages described is that when the ink mark was in Qin, Liu Bang's army suddenly attacked the hinterland, and the last bloodline of Qin, Princess Qin, held her young son and asked Mo Ling during the war: "This is the last bloodline of Great Qin, born of this palace and Mr. Mo Ling, I don't know if Mo Ling's sentence can be protected?" Mo Ling looked at their two sons, didn't say anything, and knelt down directly and said: "Mo Ling is only for Daqin." After that, they broke through the thousands of troops with their son, but lost their son under the Confucian scheme.

First of all, one of the key points is that Mo Ling's affection for ink marks should be said to be unswerving to death. It is as solid as a thousand-year-old rock, and no matter how many years of wind and rain are blowing, it cannot shake its position at all. Moreover, when Mo Ling learned that Mo Zhen took the daughter of Fu Su as his wife, Princess Qin, she turned white overnight, but she promised Mo Zhen in her heart to die for Qin, so she did not commit suicide. Then, when Princess Qin begged Mo Ling with the child in her arms, both of them understood that as long as they had a thought, Mo Ling could take the child's life. But Mo Ling still knelt down and agreed. After decades, Mo Ling met her disciples, and she found that her children gave her a feeling that she had never felt before. Daqin has decided the world, so there is no need for the Mo family to shelter, waiting for a few years without seeing ink marks, she closed her original feelings, and even in order not to let emotions control her, it was like a different person. In addition, the disciple named Feng Shao gave the emotion that he gave was fundamentally different from this world, and he had never been able to feel it. So the two had a relationship. It's just that in the end, Mo Ling found out that this disciple turned out to be the son of Qin who he had lost, and he was also the son of Mo Zhen.

When the writing reaches Mo Ling, she learns that Feng Shao is the son of ink marks, and it is over. Actually, it's not the end, it's just that this book is only the first volume. Yao Luoxuan bought only this one back then, and she asked the boss how many other volumes she had? The boss replied that she didn't know. knew that there was no way to know the follow-up story, but Yao Luoxuan still bought it back. At first, the reason was unknown, but I still bought it, and after reading it, I threw it on the bookshelf and kept it over time.

Today, I suddenly pulled out the book from the bookshelf and read it again, like a horse sightseeing. Re-examining, Yao Luoxuan already knew the story in it, but she felt that the so-called Mo Ling, the part where she accepted the wind less, seemed to be similar to herself. Although I tried my best to maintain my emotions, the power of words inevitably led me astray.

After flipping through that paragraph back and forth a few times, Yao Luoxuan put the book back on the shelf. She imagined, what if she was that poor woman, would she be able to control her feelings? Just thinking of this, Yao Luoxuan couldn't bear it or couldn't control herself, she looked on the balcony and looked at the balcony opposite. At this time, did the boy look at himself like this?

An irrepressible emotion erupted, and it turned to his own surprise.

Han Chen came back, and he also came back with his children, when Yao Luoxuan was surprised and overwhelmed. Han Chen looked at Yao Luoxuan looking at the balcony opposite, he didn't say anything, just stared at her feet, and asked, "Isn't it cold to be barefoot?"

"It's okay. Yao Luoxuan said.

"You've been on a special occasion lately, so don't catch a cold. ”

"Hmm. ”

After a simple answer, Han Chen didn't say much.

At this time, on the balcony over there, Nian Hao was silent in the night. His touch had drifted out the window, and he knew that the person he cared about had returned to the warmth of home. All I can do now is wait. Are you waiting for her? Still just waiting for Sun Qian's return.

Either way, it's your choice. It's just that this choice will always make you uncomfortable. The mood that was originally like water was unbearable again.

"Look, how happy she is. Nian Hao said to himself. After that, there is silence, and perhaps darkness is the best way to be silent. If you can, be silent forever in this darkness.

When the night comes, the world is still the same, no matter what, it is still yourself who can understand yourself.

After talking to Sun Qian on the phone, Nian Hao finally realized that those truths that had been changed may no longer be able to hide. Regardless of whether Sun Qian was deliberately made to learn about that period of history, at least all he could do was to keep her away.

It was nearly midnight, and Nian Hao put on a black dress and a hat. He was about to go downstairs, but found that there was some quarrel in Yao Luoxuan's room opposite. He wanted to extend the sense of touch again, but this kind of prying was definitely something she didn't like. So, let's give up. This thought of oneself jumped out, and even he was stunned. But he went downstairs anyway.

When he arrived at the convenience store downstairs, Nian Hao groaned slightly, and he bought a pack of Chinese cigarettes. For a long time, he smoked twenty-three cloud cigarettes, not because he was afraid of not having enough money, but because he liked the taste. Simply like. The Chinese smoke is too soft, and the conflict between the sensation of nicotine in the brain and the lungs does not seem to be perfectly combined.

He took a few puffs of his cigarette, but still raised his head and looked for Yao Luoxuan's house. Holding back his gaze, he turned around and left. After leaving the gate of the community, looking at the bustling streets, I was still alone. It's just that now I suddenly feel that there is no one who loves me by my side, and I feel a little lonely. But for so many years, they have always been alone, and after just a few days together, they have been unable to get out of the same. Whether your emotions have changed. Nian Hao thought about it, he just knew that the person he needed now was not Sun Qian, but Yao Luoxuan.

Wu Zhaoxing suddenly walked to his side at some point. Nian Hao didn't care about him, just walked in his own direction.

"Have you seen a tavern?" Wu Zhaoxing said.

"Did you tell me the truth?" asked Nian Hao.

Wu Zhaoxing seemed embarrassed, but he still explained: "We still need to communicate about specific things, right?" After all, you've touched these two massive organizations. ”

Nian Hao didn't answer, waiting for the two to walk to a place where no one was. A long sword shot out and pressed against Wu Zhaoxing's throat. Nian Hao pushed him against the wall and drank: "I know what they want, so I can cooperate with you, but please don't disturb them." ”

"One at most. Wu Zhaoxing sneered: "Some things, such as time and space, are beyond our control. ”

"I need a guarantee. Wu Zhaoxing said.

"I need an assurance, too. Nian Hao said.

"This kind of thing, we need to discuss it. ”

"Can I give you a piece of advice?" said Nian Hao.

"Please. ”

"Let everything now remain the prototype. ”

"Try your best, that's all I can promise you. Wu Zhaoxing said.

Nian Hao withdrew his sword, he looked at Wu Zhaoxing coldly, and then turned away.

After passing through two intersections, Nian Hao took advantage of the lack of people, stepped out gently, and pulled out a person directly in the light of the street lamp. was caught by Nian Hao like this, and this person had no resistance at all. Nian Hao ripped off her mask, revealing her true face. It's 'Liu Ting'.

"It's almost tracked. Nian Hao said, he pulled Liu Ting to her feet.

"The goal has not been achieved. ”

"I'll help you. ”

"You'll agree to the accounting agency, too. "'Liu Ting' snorted coldly.

"Now that you know, you know what my purpose is. Nian Hao said.

'Liu Ting' nodded, she knew Nian Hao's purpose, which was to keep the world as it was. It's just that she doesn't care about it, because she's not the world the way it is.

"Where are your organizations, your people?" Nian Hao proposed to meet.

"We'll take you there when we're ready. ”

"Why?"

"I'm afraid you'll kill us all, and we'll do everything for nothing. ”

"Afraid of me?"

Liu Ting nodded. Seeing this, Nian Hao let go of her. She slowly took three steps back, then knelt down.

"All minds have faith, and I think of it. ”

As soon as the words fell, she ran backwards and disappeared into the night.

Nian Hao looked at the direction in which she disappeared and didn't do anything, but the last thing she said just now made him feel uneasy. An extreme sense of unease.

A WeChat prompt sound came from the mobile phone. Nian Hao found a seat on the side of the street, lit a cigarette, and sat down. He took out his phone and saw the 60-second long voice messages sent by Sun Qian, clicked on them, and at first there was no sound, like the sound of the wind in the open. After 30 seconds of playing, Sun Qian was heard coughing, and Qingsang hummed rhythmically. At the end of the voice, the sound of the mattress pressing down sounded again.

The second WeChat immediately followed, also in 60 seconds. Sun Qian's voice on the other end suddenly became louder, with a prelude to sighing, and said like this:

Nian Hao. After shouting the name once, he shouted it a second time: Nian Hao.

The voice fell, and suddenly entered a three-second vacuum period, and the loud voice turned on again.

I'd love to come to you right now, but I can't. I know you can come straight to me. As long as I call you softly, through this mobile phone, convert my voice into a signal, transmit it to your mobile phone, and then convert it into a voice. I just need it so easy to do it, but I can't.

Your secret doesn't matter to me, good or bad, because you gave me the best time. I sent you a piece of document and sent it to you through your QQ. There are too many restrictions on WeChat, and I can't say much.

The voice fell, and then fell silent again until the end of the 60 seconds. Hearing such a tone, it seems to be very ominous, but all Nian Hao can do now is to listen to her words and open the QQ in the mobile phone. A message flashed, and a voice packet more than 400 MB long was being transmitted. Nian Hao lit it and accepted it, threw the cigarette on the ground, and watched the progress bar move slowly, at a rate of 4MB per second, in less than 2 minutes, the voice pack was finally downloaded.

Clicked, and the words were spoken again.

I just checked my father's work diary again and found a lot of weirdness. I can't say why. A description of Ying Fusu's death, which appears intermittently in this journal. I don't know what that means, but when I look at the canonical history, I feel that the real thing is not very accurate. I was going to call you, but my parents found out I was observing this. They took all the logs I had on hand, kept me in my room and couldn't go out, and took my phone away. Luckily, they didn't take my laptop. You know, WeChat on this computer is open, so I can remind you. The WeChat on the computer is synchronized with the mobile phone, and I am afraid that my parents will hear the prompt. So I first reminded you with WeChat, and then recorded this voice.

I heard my parents talking through the door, and they seemed to have found a batch of ancient Qin Dynasty utensils, I didn't hear what they were, but what I knew for sure was that these things were products of the ancient Qin Dynasty. They showed up in a warehouse in Shanghai, and it seemed that their leaders wanted them to go and take stock of them right now. I feel like these things are important to you, so be sure to tell you.

But seriously, why would I tell you right away, and I don't know why. Maybe I'm all thinking about you. But what scared me was that what my parents said, it was as if they had learned about these things, as if they were a different person. But I was calm, and I knew something must have happened. It's just that I'm not sure.

You know, I have a lot of weird thoughts in my head. I don't know what's going on, it's just that these thoughts completely lose their effect on me when I think of you.

Then, the voice ended.

Nian Hao pressed the document again and listened to some of its meanings. I felt the seriousness of the matter. He looked at the twilight sky, and for a while he couldn't find a way to solve it. It's just that he cares about Sun Qian's state at this time.