September 8, 1010 in the solar calendar.

Far north, the holy land of falling snow, Meishan

In the cognition of the young man named Huang Yehua, the time spent in the past two years is undoubtedly a nightmare, because it is rare and has no cultivation. Perhaps, it can no longer be called a monk, but can only be called a living being.

Therefore, when Huang Yekui wandered alone in the world, what he heard and encountered deprived him of what little superiority and pride he had left, and even his most proud blade was shattered into slag, and what he experienced was despairing.

The willful, unruly, and arrogant Huang Yekui is gone, leaving behind a young man who has been stripped of his shell layer by layer, like a newborn baby.

There are many powerless things in this world, and all things are born in people's hearts, and all things are determined by their hearts. Therefore, living beings cannot be distinguished by absolute good and evil, and even the most gentle people will at some point show their hideous fangs.

Huang Yekui deeply experienced such a scene, the original world view collapsed, and thus realized that in the face of the established facts that can never be changed, his own deep powerlessness, that is not just crying can solve the problem, a small unhappiness.

Whether it is manic, resentful, or swearing, after all, it is an ant on a hot pot, and at the last moment of life, the angry jumping will only increase the laughter of others, and perform a good show for the boring life of others, like a clown who jumps off the beam.

In the right to decide, it is completely in one's own value.

The boy understood the meaning of this sentence when he was still young. But I never thought that when that day really came, it would be so, so dark and cold, like walking in the eternal night, day after day......

In this world, there are many things that cannot be done by manpower, which is the sharp spear called the times and atmosphere, which pierces through those who are not suitable and will never end. The most painful torture is given to the unwell, and it does not burn their fragile souls all the time......

There will be no numbness, and there will be no dawn.

Pain is suffering, it is the same, it is the same as the pain of one time, it is something that cannot be alleviated, it is based on one's own dignity, and it is not to suffer from being trampled on by others at all times.

Unless you give in, or even numb.

If there is no pain one day, it is undoubtedly because of the original abandonment of the original intention, not against the current, staying in the warm haven, not seeing the flood beasts at that time, as a part of the atmosphere, with the current and become adapters,

There are many lucky people in this world, and in contrast, there are many unfortunate people, and the phoenix nightflower is one of the apex of the two. The young man is a well-deserved holy son, and he is also an ordinary person who has no cultivation.

But any creature with a small self-esteem can't stand the contemptuous gaze of others, and the yellow nightflower is so cliché, and it is no exception.

The subconscious feeling of superiority arises spontaneously, which seems to be a common disease in peacetime, and no one can rule it out. Because, the satisfaction that wells up from the bottom of my heart cannot be suppressed, even the so-called immortals.

The size of the official position, the gap between the rich and the poor, the beauty and ugliness......

Those who do not adapt to the atmosphere are the objects of bullying, and as long as there is this, there will be unwillingness and humiliation, which will lead to tragedy, after all, people are not saints, and the satisfaction and excitement brought by the expansion of desire is an indescribable beautiful pleasure. Once you've experienced it, you'll never forget it.

The monks relied on social living and unity, survived in the chaotic and killing era, and in the "long river of history" formed by the accumulation of countless corpses and bones, they used countless bloody facts to inform the world that natural selection is the death of the unfit.

Survival itself is to run, if you don't run, it will become the food for the predators behind you, therefore, running is inevitable, running can see tomorrow's sun, running can be painless, running can be joy, anger and sorrow......

Witness the birth of Taoyuan in unity and progress, and usher in the end of the twilight in the struggle of rabbits and foxes.

Huang Yekui deeply realized that the starting point of the good and evil called human nature is kindness, which is the choice that you think is good, and then the same kindness will break you to pieces and drive you into the bottomless abyss.

That's undoubtedly a good deed.

Huang Nightflower shuddered.

After all, in the infinite cycle called daily life, the joy and sorrow, courage and confusion experienced cannot paralyze the original heart of living beings, so unwillingness will live forever in the world.

Huang Yekui once remembered that in the distant past, the girl she liked said.

"My mother once said that hot tears are the embodiment of unwillingness and grievance. ”

In the Eastern Wilderness and the Far North, Huang Yekui suffered cold eyes and ridicule, contempt and injustice. At first, there will be theories and justifications, and even fights. However, after all, it was a unilateral atrocity......

Maybe it was unwilling and angry, or maybe it was a fluke thanks to God's favor, Huang Yekui was okay in willfulness and stumbling, after all, she was still alive, but it was no different from death.

Finally, the world completely polished the boy into a piece of jade, not succumbing to the world and becoming a member of the atmosphere. Rather, he is not capricious, he is much more restrained, and he can even control himself. If you don't become unbearable, you have to swing your sword at each other.

Yes, teenagers have learned to ignore after all.

It's like looking at a pig, clearly juggling, but still thinking very highly of himself, unstoppable. Whenever there was a sparkle and a smile in the eyes of the species that looked at each other, the nightflower would sigh why the species called the creature was so bad.

The contrast that arises because of the group will inevitably produce harm, and there will be suffering, and there will be unwillingness, and after despair, it will be wise, and it is also a sign of adulthood.

I have tasted many teenagers who are so sad and powerless, but after all, they have become overly rational adults, and their eyes are not vicissitudes and numbness, but just godlessness.

There will be disagreements when there is communication, and before the living beings know their own powerlessness and sorrow, the joy is especially dazzling, it is undoubtedly a heartfelt emotion, such a dreamlike day.

The past is insignificant, and it has never been confirmed in the hearts of others who have no sympathy, and no one will remember that this is a glorious story, and living beings will only experience their own beauty, and others will be just smoke and dust after all. This is brought about by excessive reason, and hope can bloom in the dust, and this hazy reality is like a dream. It's inevitable, and no one is exempt.

Everyone will be buried in the smoke and dust of time, and if you are unlucky, if you don't struggle, there will be no one to help you. Therefore, living beings live in the world, and in their seemingly ordinary but complex daily life, at a certain moment, they will touch their own sorrows.

Then, the gentle world will be shattered, and it will be replaced by the image of the heart, with the time of hideous fangs.

Huang Yekui felt powerless, not remorse or unwillingness, but just powerlessness, powerlessness to give salvation to the world, powerlessness to give others correct thoughts, powerlessness to save the fallen world.

Because, at a certain moment in the past, Huang Yehua deeply realized that no matter how right the choice was made, all that was ushered in was regret. Until the end of the story. Yes, what you have done, regret is inevitable.

When the powerless self still naively sees himself as superior, the seed of hope in his heart still shines and blooms with brilliant brilliance. When they are clamoring to correct the twisted world.

The night sunflower is deep in the quagmire.

He ignored.

Everyone in the world has self-thoughts, and the point of their thoughts is not evil, but absolute goodwill that springs up from the bottom of their hearts. The world itself is infallible, because there is no infallibility, how can it be distorted.

Nightflower was desperate.

Everything you do is a good deed, and what you do is also your original intention.

Yes, it is the atmosphere that really hurts others, the absolute goodwill, the pure goodwill that does not adulterate the slightest impurity, and it is precisely like this that becomes a truly sharp spear, piercing the unfit and making them fall into the suffering of eternal calamity, so as to doubt themselves and doubt life.

Yes, since all the deeds of living beings are good-hearted, their starting point is not wrong, it is right, it is the commanding heights of morality now, and it is full of confidence to criticize others.

Huang Yekui snuggled under the thick dried willows, her godless eyes faintly shining with tears, dazzling light. Squinting gaze up at the distant sky.

The clouds are blowing, and everything is silent.

Autumn is spreading, and in the cool breeze and the shadows of the leaves, the young man seems lonely and lonely. Around it, scattered autumn leaves float slowly, eventually returning to their roots and returning to the earth.

What should be taken for granted is the norm for the powerless.

The mist flowed, unwilling to give up with grievances, and even the delicate flowers at the feet bent their waists, facing the young man, as if they were silently comforting each other.

At this moment, Huang Yekui can't help but think of the unforgettable memories of the first high-spirited, the king of heaven and earth, and the original feeling and enthusiasm after two years of washing. From the boiling gradually subsided, until the forgetfulness at this moment was dull. Only the fragments of memories buried deep in my mind are slowly flashed by.

It's all boring images, I thought it was like this at the beginning, and now it's unreal.

Only, the one named Jiang Zixi, as his own maid, the bits and pieces of the past resurfaced, and the warm and moist sounds like a warbler and a cuckoo were especially in his ears, calling softly.

"Aoi~ Get up quickly! It's not okay to be so lazy!"

"Aoi, it's really sunny today!"

"Aoi always bullies Jing'er like this...... Jing'er will also be angry!"

"Aoi, go to sleep!"

"I won't leave you, Aoi, and I'll always be by your side. ”

"If you leave me, Aoi...... It's going to be lonely. ”

"Aoi...... As I said, as long as I call Aoi, Aoi will definitely stand in front of me......"

The past vaguely appeared in the misty eyes of the yellow nightflower, and the original emotion can not be forgotten, just like yesterday, this real feeling is undoubtedly real, the only thing that I will never forget.

It is the faith that I have persevered to this point and has never betrayed, and it is the most precious little fire that I carry in my heart. Even now, it can no longer continue to this warmth. But that is what I once had, even if it is only for a moment, in my heart, it will be fixed as eternity.