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The sound is lingering, and the language is infatuated and never forgotten.

Where is this?

Smiling, someone asks.

Sure enough, as I thought in my heart, these three steps step by step, when the foot fell into, this is no longer a short step.

It's a world.

And at the moment I am in this world,

The face is indifferent, the eyes are slowly closed, the head is slightly raised, trying to think about where this is, and the heart knows that this place once carried its own efforts.

The wind rustled the thin leaves, it was so quiet here, so quiet that Han Xian forgot about his body.

Where is it?

In my heart, it is shining, but at this moment, the sparse sunlight is warm behind the dark leaves, and the leaves are too dense for the warm sunlight to penetrate them.

There's a dark corruption here.

Han Xian was not intoxicated by the warm sunshine, but in the ancient woods and secluded forests that exuded the smell of corruption, the thin mist was slowly flowing, wrapping Han Xian's intoxicated body little by little.

This cold place is indeed the place where you want to bury your bones when you are on the verge of death.

And now, no matter where you are at the moment, you can finally taste its unique fragrance, but you know it deeply in your heart.

Hearts are not easy to deceive.

Although this place is very similar to there, so similar that I can't pick out the slightest difference, but from beginning to end, it is very clear from the inside and outside of body and mind that this place is too far away from there.

Like to the extreme, it can't replace the truth.

Asking, where is this?

The raised head was falling, not because of the cold of the mist, but because it was gloomy, too far from there.

There is Yunshan!

The first stop for this Buddha to let himself see his heart was Yunshan.

The place that was hidden in the corner of his heart by himself, and where he didn't want to mention it to anyone, was indeed forcibly evolved by the Buddha, and even forcibly stuffed himself into it.

Should I be thankful?

Han Xian couldn't do it, what he could do was that his legs and feet couldn't be lifted.

This is the misty cloud mountain world, once I was here to dance with the prey of the hunting ground, I really look forward to the secluded forest mist will be there after the dreaming of this land can bury your body.

But if you are still alive, you should be full of thoughts and return to that place alive.

Lift, fall.

How far is this dense forest, so far away that Han Xian doesn't know how long he has walked, is it too far to go home?

The heart is thinking, the heart is asking?

Is this Yunshan?

In Yunshan, he will never get lost, Yunshan will never let himself get lost, and no matter where he is, he can find his way home.

I, Han Xian, never doubted that I would find my way home.

But now, this likeness is really trapping me.

Han Xian's heart wanted to ask not whether this place was similar to 'Yunshan', but the imaginary 'never doubted,' was really not suspicious?

I have thought about it, at night, in dreams, between life and death, I am thinking and doubting.

There have been doubts all the time.

I, Han Xian, am lost, I Han Xian can't find my way home, and I Han Xian can't go back.

Mist, secluded forest.

Among them, Han Xian was the only one, and this person was really thinking about it, what is behind this fog that locks him, and what is behind this secluded forest that traps him?

Is it your own burial ground, or is it peaceful in your heart?

"Hehe~~~. ”

The people who walked and stopped were laughing, laughing at the thin mist and deep forest, their heads raised again, and their eyes still tightly closed.

"Are you Yunshan?"

There was a hissing roar in his mouth, and Han Xian was begging for a distance where it could hear it.

"Are you Yunshan, are you Yunshan, are you Yunshan?"

"Yunshan, Yunshan. ”

Behind the clouds, is my hometown, it is waiting for itself to come back, it has never changed, it has always been waiting for itself to come back.

This is Yunshan.

"Listen. ”

The echo of the waves, layer by layer, scattered in all directions, also brought back Han Xian's desire from the four directions.

The wind swept through the dense leaves rustling, and the sunlight fell from the dance of the wind and the leaves, piercing through the mist, and a little bright light sprinkled on Han Xian's face.

"You're back!"

Affectionate whispers.

"Did you hear that?"

The heart is asking the heart, this is because Han Xian is not sure, so a beating heart is asking a calm heart.

This is Yunshan, she is cheering, she is cheering for her return, her Chen Palace's return, her eyes are open, through the sun, through the mist, through the dense forest, straight down to the deepest part of Yunshan.

There is the guardian of Yunshan.

She is guarding her carefully.

The rays of sunlight that shone from the dense leaves of the secluded forest did not disappear because the wind stopped and the leaves danced, it was still there, it was always in front of its eyes, it never disappeared.

It's leading itself to find its way home.

"Hehe~~. ”

It was the smile of the sun, and it was also the laughter of Han Xian, they were laughing and chasing, breaking through the fog, and also crashing into the dense forest, crashing headlong into the bright white of the sun.

It was a warm place.

The thatched house is still the thatched house, the three steps are still the three steps, Han Xian on the first step, he successfully stood firm, and he successfully lifted his legs and feet in the second step.

It's still as stable as ever.

Lift, fall, one step on the body, one on the second.

The second order is in the heart.

What's in your mind?

Intention, the first level of meaning, heart inheritance, the first level of heart, the pure place that is hidden in the corner of the heart, is the cloud mountain, but also the peace in the cloud mountain.

Man rushed out of the intimate forest of corruption and into the world of clear sunshine.

"It's back. ”

Again, this sound was heard by Han Xian, this sound was brought by the warm sun, it was warming his heart, this is a warm place, this is a familiar place.

Being here is a desperate desire to be there.

The moment he rushed out of the sun, Han Xian did not hesitate, he was running as fast as fire, he kept running, and he was always running with a smile on his face.

Whether it's warm sunlight or obscured by clouds.

Whether it is in the clouds, it is raining coldly.

Whether the cold rain is put away, the clouds are gone, and the sun is now full of rainbows.

Whether it is the flying glow dissipating, the sun sinking into the mountains, the moon floating, and the night approaching the earth.

All of these things, whether they were dark or cold, or joyful encouragement, Han Xian never stopped for them, and his face was always soft and light.

"It's back. ”

This has always been the voice that has always existed in Han Xian's mouth, and this voice is the greatest encouragement, that is, because of the company of this voice, Han Xian has always stopped.

"I'm going home. ”

Where is home?

Home is at the end of the night, Han Xian's smile is firmly in his belief, Han Xian's conviction is in seeing, this one is true, she is there.

People are not stopping, the softness of the night is converging, and the fog and clouds are permeating the world again.

"It's back. ”

See, see, Han Xian saw the trembling breathing of the bluestone platform looming in the thick fog, it is there, there is my home.

"It's Yunjiaao, I'm back. ”

Han Xian's excitement is telling the world.

People who never stop, run in that pure place in their hearts, where there is an end, and now this end is finally coming to an end with the conviction of never giving up.

"Whew~. ”

Man breaks through the fog and crashes into a world where even stones breathe.

The legs were raised, the second order was behind him, and the person stood on the top of the third order, and the thatched hut of the Buddha Hall was in front of him, but now Han Xian's eyes were open and he couldn't see this.

Undoubtedly, these are not what you want.

Qingshitai, Yunjiaao, Han Xian, I am here, I am never a stranger here, there are too many people here, too many people here are closely related to me.

I'm here, and so are they.

They are all here, they are all clustered in front of the bluestone platform to greet themselves, here is forever quiet, only smiling, are amiable smiling.

Uncle, Han Shan.

Third uncle, Han Qing.

Fourth uncle, Han Feng.

Fifth uncle, Han Yuan.

Brother, Han Li.

Brother, Han Lie.

And grandpa, Han Cheng.

"Coming back?"

"It's back!"

They were laughing and asking, and they were laughing and answering.

But the two most dear people in my heart are not there, and I am thinking about them all my day, my father, my mother, they are not here.

I know where they are.

I can't stop thinking about it, and I can't stop roaring in my heart.

Han Xian knew where they were.

"I'm back. ”

On the bluestone platform, in the midst of everyone's smiling eyes, Han Xian once again rushed to his feet, that place was the purest place in his heart, where it was truly spotless, because his father and mother lived there.

"I'm back. ”

There is no teasing this time, and this time there is no need to see the heart.

Familiar streets, familiar people, they are all going backwards, they are all left behind.

This heart, Ming Na Fang Zhi, this heart beats for it, and now after working hard, it is finally closer, finally closer, and finally she is in front of her.

The four courtyards are low walls and firewood.

Behind the low wall, there was a warm hut made of earth and stone, and behind the wood, there was his father and mother, who were so frightened that they were coming back, they were afraid that none of this was true.

The man stood in front of the door.

Han Xian, who was full of warmth, did stop.

It turned out that it was not only his 'father' and 'mother' who were afraid, but it was Han Xian himself, who raised his hands and wanted to push away the hidden firewood.

But he trembled.

Don't dare?

The heart is worried, afraid to see the haggard old tears, because it is the ruthlessness of the passage of time, so afraid to see, but this fear, in the time again and again driven himself out of the forest, through the fog, rushed into the wind and rain and ran into the sun, night, after the stumbling of the fog, he finally came back.

"I'm back. ”

How cheerful the sound is, the people standing on the woods are using their own voices to convey this joy, and they are using their words to delight themselves, and they are also emboldened by the old people in the warm hut.

I remember that time, when the new clothes were put on, when my mother was crying, when my father was choking, when I remembered my own "I'm gone".

I literally just left.

And today, when I finally came back, just behind this low door, my mother was welcoming me with low tears, and my father was welcoming me with a choked voice.

"I'm back. ”

"I'm really back. ”

"Squeak~~. ”

The hand is strong, the door moves, this is the last layer of cover, it is pushed open by itself, are those who must be there really inside, have they really waited for themselves in the years?

"I'm back. ”

"Hehe, hehe, I'm back. ”

The people who came back laughed and wept, but the place where they wept was not the familiar, warm, and amiable place, let alone the knees of their parents.

"Poof~. ”

The knees touch the ground, the bluestone soil, I am in front of the Buddha, I am in front of the Buddha.

Q: "When can I go home?"