The night is low, the moon is in the sky, and the bright moonlight is like the waves when the tide rises, sparkling and continuous.

On the top of the dusty mountain, in the antique room, Su Bai sat facing the window, the bright moonlight sprinkled on his body, and his white hair and purple clothes were even more eye-catching in the vast night.

Although this room is airtight on all sides, you can see the sky, you can see the sun, moon and stars, and the clouds are rolling up, so that Su Bai can change his mood in his spare time.

"In the face of life and death, there may have been no good and evil for a long time, and the only thing left is the desire to survive and the courage to face death. Su Bai closed the book he was reading, looked up at the starry sky, and his face was complicated.

The book is an "autobiography" of a fish.

The fish in the book was originally a carefree little fish living in a pond, with parents and partners, and was very happy.

In addition to playing in the water plants in the pond with his friends every day, he is looking forward to growing up quickly.

However, when fish are alive, nine times out of ten things are unsatisfactory.

Just when the little fish thought that such a life would always accompany it, a sudden change completely changed its fate.

First of all, the parents of the little fish, when they went out to forage one day, they disappeared, and the little fish waited and waited, but after waiting for a long time, they never waited for its parents.

It wasn't until many nights later that Xiaoyu heard that his parents had been bait by humans and would never come back.

That night, the darkness of the night swallowed up the entire pond, and the previously warm water turned into cold, stinging the soul and body of the little fish, and its tears mingled with the water in the pond, and it was impossible to tell whether it had shed more tears.

It was also from that night that it "grew up" and began to accept reality, but it knew in its heart that this kind of growth was not something it wanted.

It has learned to be brave and independent, and it has learned how to survive better while avoiding human capture.

So it began to unite with its former companions, not only to rule the pond, but also to use its own ingenuity so that humans could never catch a fish again.

As a result, the humans are gone, and it leads the fish-people to victory.

However, not long before they were happy, a catastrophe swept over.

For some unknown reason, the aquatic plants in the pond no longer grow, and it and its fish people have no food.

Any living creature in the world will face death without food, and they will not be immune.

So, a predation without good and evil, only life and death began, and the fish people began to bite each other's bodies, and every day the fish people were buried in the wombs of their kind.

After a few days, the whole pond was left with itself, not because of its tenacious vitality, but because it ate the rest of the fish people, and only now it has survived.

Among the fish that it eats, there are its friends who play with it, friends who accompanied it in the first battle of this pond, and even its lovers and children.

Not surprisingly, only its own pond remained, and there was no longer any life to sustain, and a few days later, it eventually died.

Su Bai, who was looking up at the starry sky, was silent for a long time, and he clearly remembered in his mind that on the last page of the book just now, a sentence was written:

"In my life, I have loved, hated, angered, and rejoiced, but I have never regretted it. ”

Su Bai has been reading books for three days and three nights, and the books in the bookcase are not regional customs, nor are they classics, nor are they technical experiences, but "autobiographies". Lazy people listen to books

The owners of these autobiographies have a wide variety, such as flowers, birds, fish, insects, landscapes, people and ghosts, and so on.

Su Bai has seen the biographies of spiders and praying mantises, but they are far less thrilling than the biography of this fish.

Although spiders and praying mantis also eat their own kind, it is a natural instinct, while fish eat their own kind of food, which is forced and restricted by acquired conditions.

Although Su Bai didn't know how the biography in this bookcase came about, he was complicated and difficult to understand about what was recorded in this biography.

He couldn't understand that some creatures that once seemed harmless showed their fierce fangs in the face of life and death.

At the beginning of life, is sex inherently good, or is it inherently evil?

The more Su Bai thought about it, the more confused he became, and everything he had seen these days kept echoing in his mind, and his mind couldn't help but become confused.

I don't know when, Yunhua appeared behind Su Bai, and Su Bai didn't find any signs at all.

Yunhua looked at Su Bai quietly, his eyes flashed with a strange light, it is right for a person to have a pure heart, but after all, he can't survive in the turbid troubled times with a pure heart.

The books in the bookcase are not random fabricated false stories, those are the memories of every living being before reincarnation, and they are real happenings.

Because these things are real, every time someone reads them, the person who reads them often has a strange feeling that "the book is me, and I am the spirit in the book".

Su Bai has a pure heart, he has never experienced such a complex and changeable treacherous thing, his heart is surging, and it is reasonable to be confused.

"All kinds of things in the world, treacherous and changeable, no one can be alone, only through experience, tempering the mind, can you be at ease, junior brother, this is an experience for you, but also a blessing, it depends on how you grasp it. ”

Yunhua muttered softly, he still hadn't shown up, this was the path that Su Bai had to take, and he needed to overcome it by himself.

Su Bai didn't hear Yun Hua's murmuring, only to see him stand up from the chair, then take a deep breath, pick up the ink ingot on the desk and start grinding the ink.

Su Bai's movements were a little slow, and after a stick of incense, his disordered mood began to calm down with the movements of the ink.

When Su Bai's heart was completely calm, he picked up the brush on the pen holder and began to draw on the white paper that had been laid.

The curve is the shape, the straight line is the meaning, the tip of the pen rises and falls, such as the clouds and flowing water, between the movement and the static, if the spring and the snow, the shape and meaning are blended.

With Su Bai's painting, in a moment, a small fish playing in the aquatic plants of the pond appeared, and its appearance was extremely similar to that of the small fish in the book.

Although this painting is good, it is not agile because the fish in the painting has no eyes.

And not only does the fish in this painting have no eyes, but there is a stack of thick papers in the upper right corner of the desk, and those papers are painted with creatures that Su Bai has read in books.

Without exception, they also have no eyes.

It's not that Su Bai doesn't want to paint, it's not that he can't paint, but Su Bai always feels that something is missing, and he vaguely feels that this missing thing is very important to him, but he can't capture it for the time being.

After drawing this small fish picture, Su Bai put down the pen in his hand, took a closer look, and then put it on the top of the stack of papers, and then stopped caring.

Su Bai changed from standing to sitting, picked up a book with a black cover, put it in front of him, opened the scroll, exuding a faint fragrance of books, wearing a starry night, smelling the fragrance and reading books, waiting for you to come.

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