The violent cold wind blew the pain in his cheeks, and the rapid descent made Qingyou feel drowsy and weightless. There was a faint heart-rending cry in her ears.

"Master......"

Qingyou said sorry to Ye Juan in her heart. I'm sorry to mess up her life, I'm sorry to make her choose between a dilemma.

Say sorry to the people who are with him. I'm sorry to disappoint their loyalty, I'm sorry to let them down. I'm just a coward after all.

Say sorry to my father and queen mother. I'm sorry for their nurturing grace, and I'm sorry for not avenging them.

In the final analysis, he is a disloyal, unfilial and unrighteous person. It's a complete shrunken turtle.

However, I was really tired. It's so tiring.

The people on the edge of the cliff were slowly getting smaller until they were about to be the size of ants, and there was no other sound in their ears except the sound of the wind, and they opened their hands leisurely, like eagles about to spread their wings.

It's just that this eagle is injured and can't fly anymore.

Is this what death feels like? The whole body aches as if it is about to fall apart.

Qingyu moved his body with difficulty, and looked around.

No, this is not hell, this is where Mo Wen fell.

A wry smile rose at the corner of Qingyou's mouth, bent on death. But in exchange for such a situation. No matter how difficult the fate is, the ants still know how to steal life, let alone the person who is the head of all things?

Death, for him once, can end his life by jumping off a cliff with a sense of resentment and guilt.

Since the Buddha has made it clear, his life should not be extinguished. Then he should keep this life well.

I fainted again in a drowsy state, and when I woke up again, there was a firewood pile beside me, and looking at the beating flames, Qingyou suddenly felt that hope was not far away.

"Master, are you awake? If the fourth sister knew that you were not dead, she would be happy. Ye Mowen, who had a scar on his face, walked in with a smile on his face, holding some wild fruits.

Qingyou's face showed a trace of nervousness, and he folded his hands and said, "Poor monk Qingyou, thank you for the rescue." ”

Ye Mowen The fruit in his clothes was unstable and all spilled on the ground, rolling far away.

"Master, don't you know me? Ye Juan's younger brother. Ye Mowen asked anxiously.

Qingyou opened a pair of blank eyes, looked at Ye Mo carefully, shook his head and said, "Should I know you?" ”

Ye Mowen grabbed Qingyou's arm again, and asked anxiously, "Then do you remember how you fell off the cliff?"

Qingyou took a breath in pain, Ye Mowen hurriedly let go of me, and looked at Qingyou who was deep in thought with a look of hope.

Why can't you remember anything? Why can't you remember it? Qingyou thought hard, but still couldn't think of anything, as if someone had dug up his memory alive.

Except for a blank slate.

There seemed to be tens of thousands of needles in his head, Qingyou held his head, rolling on the ground, and when he couldn't stand it, he hit the ground with his head, but it didn't work at all.

Ye Mowen looked at Qingyou's happy appearance, so he had to reach out and point his sleeping hole.

If you forget something, forget it, and it is useless to remember it. Some people forget it, and it hurts to think about it.

After Qingyou was rescued, he was almost recuperated from his injuries, so he left a letter of thanks, and then the person also disappeared.

I don't have most of my memories, I don't have where I want to go, I don't want to go.

Qingyou is still wearing a gray monk's robe, but there are many patches on the monk's robe, this dress is what he wore when he fell off the cliff, Qingyou thought that since he had forgotten many things, but this dress had gone through a lot with him, let it remember it for himself.

After leaving the city, Qingyou looked at the official road that stretched out, everyone looked like they were in a hurry, and they clearly knew where they were going, what they were going to do, and they were going to meet people.

Only he is a rootless duckweed, and he doesn't know where to go?

Look back at the majestic city gate, the long moat. It seems familiar and strange at the same time.

For some reason, Qingyou chose a small road, just because there were few people on that road.

That's the way to the south.

There are probably some things imprinted in the blood and bones, even if there is no memory at all. You can still make the most accurate choice under the guidance of your body's instincts.

All the way south.

"Little donor, the poor monk passed by the precious land, dare to ask if he can ask for a bowl of water to drink?" Qingyou asked Sima Nianze Shili who was playing with mud with his hands folded.

Sima Nianze looked up at the bald monk in front of him with clear eyes and good-looking eyebrows, tilted his head and thought, he was much better looking than his annoying father. Ever since my father came, my mother didn't like me anymore. Although Daddy would buy a lot of things for himself, Daddy snatched his mother and didn't allow himself to cry.

"But, my mother said. Don't let strangers into your home. Sima Nianze replied with some confusion.

Qingyou smiled and said: "The poor monk doesn't come into the house, and bothers the little donor to go in and scoop up some water, okay?"

Sima Nianze tilted his head, his fleshy fingers in his mouth, and after thinking about it, he rushed into the house to scoop up the water, and a cheerful voice came, "Then you wait for me." I'll come to you in a moment. ”

Qingyou stood at the door, and the lake in the distance shimmered with golden light. Behind him is the endless green hills.

Inexplicably, he likes this place a little. He had the idea of staying.

"Monk, monk, the water has been brought...... Sima Nianze shouted as he pulled his leisurely monk's robe.

In addition to water, Sima Nianze also took two steaming steamed cakes.

"The steamed cake made by my mother is the best. Hurry up and try it. Sima Nianze said proudly.

Qingyou smiled gratefully at Sima Nianze, he was really hungry at this time. Soft and glutinous steamed cake, familiar taste.

After taking two bites, Qingyou's eyes turned red for some reason.

Then I couldn't eat it anymore, and I just looked at the steamed cake in a daze. Choked up again and asked, "What's the name of the little donor?"

"My mother calls me Aze, and my father calls me a little villain. My full name is Sima Nianze. My mother always said that she had a very important and important relative who was lost. That's why I was named Nian Ze. Sima Nianze replied in a milky voice.

Qingyou didn't understand why, her eyes were sour, and tears slipped out.

Aze, what a familiar title.

Sima Nianze was a little panicked, stretched out his little hand to wipe the tears from the corners of Qingyou's eyes, hugged Qingyou's neck again, and kissed him on the face.

"My mother said that men don't flick when they have tears. Aze hugs you and kisses you. You can't be sad. Don't cry. ”

Ye Juan and Sima Lie went to the market early in the morning to buy some daily necessities. Who knew that Sima Nianze, this kid, was sulking because he didn't sleep with Ye Juan last night. No matter how much you persuade you, you don't go to the market.

From a distance, Ye Juan saw Sima Nianze talking to a man in a gray monk's robe. The steps that had been walking tightly suddenly slowed down. The eyes are slightly red, such a monk's robe, such a back.

She has been reading for a long time, and she has been guilty of people for a long time, how could she forget?

Qingyou also seemed to notice Ye Juan's gaze, got up and looked at Ye Juan, and when the four eyes met, there was the emotion of reuniting after a long absence, and the excitement of meeting an old friend in another country. There is the joy of seeing each other again after life and death.

Ye Juan rushed over and hugged Qingyou, crying in the dark, and kept calling "master".

Although Qingyou lost his memory, looking at Ye Xuan, he felt extremely familiar. The hand hanging by his side slowly lifted, stroked Ye Juan's back, and said unconsciously: "Juan'er, don't cry." ”

Just like many years ago, I regretted embracing each other on the edge of the cliff.

Sima Lie's face was gloomy, and at his feet stood Sima Nianze, who was also pouting.

The little guy thought jealously, there was already a bad father who robbed him of his mother's kiss, and there was a good-looking monk.

There was one more room by the lake. It was a quiet house. He would come here for two or three months a year, and spend the rest of the time walking like an ascetic on the road, transforming the world. It is also to temper yourself.

And in these two months every year, for Sima Lie's father and son, they are afraid that their wife (their mother's relatives) will be abducted by this monk whose smile is as warm as the sunshine in spring.