One by one, along with the words of the evil spirit angel, one after another appeared in Zhou Yan's mind. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

From Li Muzi's face full of horror and disbelief, it slowly changed to Dean Dong Ping, who was anxious and was negotiating with the police officer. From Jiang Guangnai in a white coat to Yang Zisang in a police uniform. From the high walls of the hospital to the pillars and beams of the orphanage, I saw the fear and trembling of Xiaoqing, Xue'er, and Mumu, and finally condensed into Zhang Zhixin's gentle smiling face. Then soon, Zhang Zhixin had already fallen in a pool of blood, Jiang Guangnai's face was tired, and Yang Zisang was angry......

It turns out that he has already gone crazy......

The spirit has never been so awake, as if awake and as if asleep.

The five fingers were still tightly gripping the thin knife, and even the joints were slightly white!

It's just that the palm of the knife, the arm, and even the whole body are shaking uncontrollably, and it is a trembling that cannot be controlled at all!

"Ahh Without warning, a shout rushed out of Zhou Yan's throat, and then filled the entire world, and continued to wander in this world, unable to disperse for a long time.

Swinging the knife in his hand, he was slashing at random without purpose and without order. Is it chopping the air? Or chop the angel in the distance? Or maybe it's chopping that self!

That poor, pathetic, hateful self.

Of course, it is easy to hurt yourself by slashing in an orderly manner, and the extremely sharp blade can leave a long, deep blood mark when you gently slash through your body.

So at this moment, Zhou Yan has become a bloody man!

All over the body, there are countless wounds. It is a wound cut by oneself and with one's own knife!

No matter how painful the wound on his body is, it is nothing compared to the tearing wound in his heart.

"It's all fake? Is it fake? Zhou Yan's knife flew out of his hand and fell to the ground not far away, his hands once again clutching his painful head.

Is it fake?

Li Muzi is fake! Jiang Guangnai is fake! Zhang Zhixin is fake! Yang Zisang is fake! Gao Ziming is fake! Huang Yunxi is fake! Yang Zitong is fake! Mu Yu is fake!

Everything is fake, even if it is Zhou Yan himself, it is also fake!

If everything is false, then what is true?

If everything is fake, then what is the present?

If everything is false, then why bother to go through it again?

Time is passing invisibly, it is a completely abstract thing, but when light becomes concrete and becomes an image, what is it?

Zhou Yan saw a big river appear in front of him, mighty and surging.

The river rushes to the east, not stopping, not retreating, all the way east, and singing and walking!

It's singing a loud and heroic song!

Zhou Yan stood by the river, the sound of the roaring water was deafening, and the water vapor rushing to his face even soaked his clothes. In such a turbulent river, Zhou Yan became more and more aware of his insignificance.

He went down the river, and a force stopped him.

He went up against the river, but another force stopped him.

He could only stand by the river, standing where he was, looking out from afar.

He saw that in the distance at the beginning was the birthplace of the river, and that this raging river was only a trickling stream, flowing slowly, from a drop of dew on the lotus petals.

And he saw that at the end of the distance, where the river had disappeared, the river was even more surging than it is now, and the river roared away a hundred feet! But as soon as you enter the ocean, you only return to calm.

The river flowed all the way, coming from nowhere, going out of nowhere, coming softly, going softly, and disappearing silently.

What's true along the way?

It may pass through high and precipitous peaks, through deep valleys of low moats, it may have seen bustling cities, it has seen poor villages, ships of all kinds have passed over it, and countless people have passed by it. But at the end of the day, what did it get, and what did it take away?

Everything seems to be illusory, everything seems to be nothing.

The truest thing is that there is life, and there is only death.

Plain, quiet, from nothing, and out of nothing.

Zhou Yan was by this river, and he saw many people on this river, including Gao Ziming, Huang Yunxi, Yang Zitong, Mu Yu, Zhang Zhixin, Jiang Guangnai, Yang Zisang, Dong Ping, Li Muzi, Su Xiaoyi......

Countless and countless people came from the river. Countless and countless people walked by the river. They are just passers-by in life, and they are nothing but illusions!

By this river, the river is surging, and Zhou Yan quietly watched the river flow past him, and traced back to himself.

Zhou Yan's body slowly became shorter, his face slowly became childish, and finally returned to a point.

"True and false, false and true, true and false, which is true and which is false, and which is false and which is true."

Zhou Yan raised his head and looked up at the person who was talking beside him. Her complexion was not pale, but reddish, her eyes were not cloudy, but clear as pools, and her hair was still white, but it was as if it had been pulled out of the purest silver, rendered with the whitest snowflakes. She is still so kind, so kind, so kind!

Zhou Lin Aifang stretched out her hand, gently touched Zhou Yan's head, and said with a smile: "What's wrong with Xiao Yan?" Is it a nightmare? ”

Zhou Yan suddenly found that he was actually lying on a big bed at the moment, covered with a thin blanket embroidered with grass and needles. Looking around, there was a very familiar and unfamiliar decoration, and beside him sat an old woman with silver hair, but she was very energetic.

Zhou Lin Aifang saw that Zhou Yan didn't speak, and thought that Zhou Yan was frightened by the dream just now, so she took it into her arms, and then stroked Zhou Yan's head very gently and gently, and said: "Don't be afraid, Xiao Yan, don't be afraid, what was just a dream just now, it's a dream, it's all fake, it's okay when you wake up!" ”

"Is it just a dream? Is it just fake? Zhou Yan couldn't believe it, but he didn't want to believe it, so he tried his best to shrink his body into Zhou Lin Aifang's arms to feel the real warmth.

Grandmother...... Grandma's body is really warm, it's true...... It's not fake!

I don't know why this is happening, the whole person seems to have lost all strength, does not want to have any thoughts, just wants to throw himself into this warm embrace, and then let the tears be like a flood that bursts the embankment, and put his own pain and sorrow into this cry.

In the face of Zhou Yan's heart-wrenching crying, Zhou Lin Aifang didn't say anything more comforting, just patted Zhou Yan's back gently.

"Grandma...... You...... It can't be a fake, right...... Grandmother...... I miss you so much...... Whining...... Don't you leave me, okay? "Unreasonable crying is like a child, that's right, Zhou Yan at this moment is a child, just a child crying in his grandmother's arms.

Zhou Lin Aifang's smile froze, she wiped the tears from Zhou Yan's eyes and face, looked at Zhou Yan very seriously, and asked softly: "Xiao Yan, do you think I'm fake?" ”

"Woooooooooo......oo I do not know...... I don't know ......."

Zhou Yan really didn't know, and he didn't want to know, and he didn't dare to know.

"Zhou Yan......" Zhou Lin Aifang didn't care about Zhou Yan's crying, and said to herself, "Actually, grandma has passed away, and the grandma you see now is indeed a fake grandma......"

Without waiting for her words to finish, Zhou Yan directly threw herself on Zhou Lin Aifang, tried his best to hug her with both hands, and then cried loudly: "No! Grandma is here! That's grandma! ”

"Zhou Yan, don't keep yourself in the past, don't let the past become your own entanglement. What is fake? What is true again? Everything in this world will pass, everything is fake, grandma is fake, mom is fake, dad is fake, Li Muzi is fake, Su Xiaoyi is fake, these will all disappear one day.

But what is true? Grandma's love for you is real! The affection between parents and you is real! Li Muzi and your friendship is real! Su Xiaoyi's love for you is real! Real things last forever, real things last forever! Could it be that when your grandmother dies and your parents die, their love for you will disappear? Could it be that Li Muzi is gone, Su Xiaoyi is gone, and their love for you is gone?

The death of grandma, father, and mother is not a burden to you, and they do not want to be a burden and a burden to you. How they want to be with you for the rest of their lives, and how they want to be by your side forever. Although they have left this world now, they are still silently blessing and silently accompanying you! ”

The surrounding scene melted like paraffin wax and became blank, and Zhou Yan's body changed back to its original appearance, but the original bruises were all gone.

There is a person standing in Zhou Yan's expression, he is Zhou Yan's grandmother, Zhou Yan's father, and Zhou Yan's mother, he is Li Muzi, Su Xiaoyi, Dong Ping, Jiang Guangnai, Yang Zisang......

He is Zhou Yan himself!

He said: "Life is nothing but an illusion, like a dream, like dew like mist, fleeting, and nowhere to be found.

Everything is fake, but I am the only one!

Believe in yourself! ”