I haven't tasted hunger in a long time. At first it doesn't taste very good, like a hand scratching at the stomach, forcing the eyes and hands and mouth to turn to all the food within the reach of the eye, whether it is cold, greasy, or used by others—then the person who eats is the strongest, and needs to exert great effort to restrain this*. After a period of time, this feeling of scratching gradually disappears, and becomes an awkward craving, the eyes, nose and mouth are still habitually thinking about eating, but the stomach is sour, and all the thoughts about the word "eating" from the brain to the stomach will turn into a faint nausea, and then the * for food will begin to fade, as if entering a certain realm. Whether it is in the eyes, ears, mouth, nose, or stomach, all the feelings about food have disappeared, and everything is empty, such as aroma, taste, soft or hard or loose food texture, hot pot in autumn night, cold fruit drink in summer, light wine in spring, pear soup in autumn, rice millet and millet and hemp rice, cake bait, wheat rice and sweet bean soup, protein, calories, fat, vitamins, minerals, wind forests and volcanoes, Elements of gold, wood, water, fire, earth... Everything is nothing, I don't need them, and they don't need me.

If this life is a practice, I think my part is almost finished, and when the stars are full of brilliant stars, I will penetrate the barrier between the two worlds, and I will cross the cycle of reincarnation and no longer suffer from the physical body. It is no wonder that Taoists emphasize the valley, when people can really be isolated from food, there is indeed nothing more worthy of concern in this body.

There is a team of ants passing through in front of my eyes, these days it is common to see this kind of small things, Shangyang Palace is located outside the city, and near Luoshui, it is inevitable that there are some snakes, insects, ants and rats, and the longevity hall has not been cleaned for a few days, these small things have become more and more rampant, appearing in groups, swaggering through the royal dignity and majesty of the floor, stealing the food on the royal case unscrupulously. For the first few days, I sat alone and bored, and I couldn't bear to be hungry, so I took pleasure in counting the number of the ants, but when I lost patience, I just counted them, whether they were right or wrong, and I picked a random number and started over, and then I gave up the little things and counted them on my own. Now that I have entered this mysterious state, it doesn't matter who the numbers or the ants are or I am, it doesn't matter who I am, it doesn't matter why I'm here, the only thing that matters is the hunger strike itself.

The group of ants crawled toward my toes—for the first time in days—but I was not surprised at all, and did not want to reach out to chase the little things away. The ants in the palace also seemed to be cleaner than elsewhere, and the clothes they carried were not anything greasy and insect-like, just simple, white and round rice.

Cooked rice.

My fingers twitched violently, must have been immobile for too long, and as soon as I turned my head to look, the fool hung limply again, in harmony with my empty thoughts, in a state that seemed to be able to move and not to move.

A long time ago, in the world I came from, someone named this specious state, before the result was revealed, the thing was or, or not, maybe here I can name this state "Li Taiping's appetite", it seems to be still there, and it seems to be gone, or maybe it is "Wu Zetian's Li Taiping", maybe alive, maybe dead, or "Li Taiping's Wu A-Niang" , Maybe compromised, maybe not compromised, in short, it's very mysterious, when I go out, maybe I can name the main gate of the Longevity Hall Zhongmiaomen, and then tell Ah Huan - she must think that this is the coldest cold joke I have ever told.

This group of ants completely climbed up to my toes, the white rice and the white socks blended together, and I couldn't see the shape anymore, I actually had a faint disappointment, it stands to reason that I shouldn't have seven emotions and six desires at such a time, but this disappointment just came out, followed by the miss of Ah Huan.

I don't know what Ah Huan is doing now, is he eating hot white rice? Maybe he is eating cakes, with sesame seeds, with meat filling, but Ah Huan is not Ah Huan, he is "Li Taiping's Ah Huan", or he is eating, or he is not eating, he is eating cakes, or not cakes, and the cakes are either with sesame seeds or without sesame seeds. In fact, I don't know what I'm thinking, my thoughts are just floating in the air, just like the stars in front of me, if I have the opportunity to go out, I must write down what I think today, and give it to the students of Guozijian to study, maybe I will create the world's first physicist or philosopher, or gourmet—if I can't get out, then forget it, this is my mother's loss, not mine, although she will probably never know what she has lost.

The ant climbed up my skirt and approached my waist again, and when I got here, the rice became conspicuous again, and I had already seen a double vision when I saw things, but the rice was surprisingly clear in my eyes, and my fingers began to move again, and even my tongue secreted a little water uncontrollably, and my mouth barely maintained its backbone and never opened, but my eyes were already staring in the direction of the ants without blinking— They are crawling towards my heart, it is a very private place, if it is a male ant, it is definitely not allowed to climb to that place, no, the female ant is not good, Ah Huan will definitely be unhappy.

I tried to stretch out my hand to wave away the group of ants, but although I could see it clearly, I couldn't find the right place anyway, and I waved it a few times, and lost my patience, so I simply took off my shirt and threw it on the ground, but the ants were still crawling on me, little by little.

My heart beat suddenly, my breathing became more and more rapid, my brain was spinning rapidly, trying to find an explanation for this strange phenomenon, but the more I tried to explain it, the more I felt that my heart was beating faster, my breathing was more rapid, my chest was tight, I couldn't breathe at all, the stars in front of me became fewer and fewer, and it became darker and darker, and gradually the world became a pure black darkness, and I finally fell into this inescapable darkness.

"Secluded courtyard. Cui Mingde said these four words calmly, lifted the teapot, and poured a cup of tea for Wei Huan, "I didn't mention the matter of home, it seems that His Majesty is still unwilling to give up, but it is only a matter of time before he is relieved." ”

Wei Huan stared at her deadly, and after a while, he picked up the teacup, poured a cup of tea on her head, turned around, and left.

Dugu Shao exclaimed, jumped over in one step, and hurriedly pulled Cui Mingde to see: "Are you okay?" The hand touched Cui Mingde's face for a while, and then he calmed down from the panic, half happy, half puzzled: "Is it cold tea?"

Cui Mingde quietly looked at Wei Huan's back, let the tea trickle down his face, and said lightly: "It's noon, it's time for you to change shifts." 166 Reading Network