After coming down from Fulongguan, there was a sudden drizzle in the sky, but in this season, this short drizzle can be described as a special taste. Most of the tourists simply put away their umbrellas and enjoyed the moisture of the light rain.

Because of the light rain so today's tour task is basically postponed to tomorrow, under the leadership of the tour guide, we walked out of the scenic spot with the team of tourists, as soon as we got out of the door, the three of us broke away from the team and ran directly to the car parked in the parking lot.

"I'll go, it's raining, I'm almost exhausted." As soon as he got in the car, An Xiangfei lay in the co-pilot's seat like a lump of mud.

As a driver, An Xiangfei has slept darkly, and I don't know if it is because of the beautiful scenery of Dujiangyan or because of the magic of the myths and legends of Fulongguan, or because of the sudden drizzle, at this time there is no trace of fatigue and the head is extremely sober. And what makes me wonder is that there is no trace of fatigue in this scene. I even wondered if this guy was a normal person, or if this guy had returned to his true form for thousands of years.

After two hours of driving on the road mixed with the drizzle, I still lay on the back seat like a dead pig and fell asleep, perhaps because I was so tired, when I woke up, I had already returned to my familiar city, and I had slept for a day and a night.

"Where's Makushu?" I saw An Xiangfei in the driver's seat wearing sunglasses and playing with the steering wheel coolly, but there was no one in the co-pilot's seat.

"Oh, he got out of the car as soon as he got off the highway." Saying that, An Xiangfei hummed a little song and shook his head and said to me, I really regret seeing him like this, I really regret not taking a picture of the way I stopped you when I was sleeping yesterday.

The car is niudong left and right on the crowded road, and the whole city is like a huge machine, because of the age, is slowly running every part of the body, and through the window again, it turns out that the old machine is a brand new shell, everywhere high-rise buildings, the lights are not the same as the prosperity of the scene.

When I was about to arrive in Canada, I got out of the car and said goodbye to An Xiangfei, and walked slowly along the street in the direction of Canada, bustling neon, rolling crowds. Shuttling through the crossroads, some people are sincere, some people are hypocritical, but here they all seem to be the same busy, I don't know what they are busy with, raising a family, career or dreams, or something else, this is not known, but blindly just busy.

I, in the northernmost part of the city, lived my life there, with everything and nothing.

The streets of the city are still in a hurry, looking up at the night sky, there is only a crescent moon, not a beam of starlight, maybe they are all busy, right? Before you know it, you've passed through most of the city. When I looked up, I felt that the building was very familiar, and it turned out to be home. Entering the room, passing through the corridor, there was a mottled window shadow reflected on the ground, so I took my previous photo viewer, the smile was very sweet, very innocent, but very blurry, which made me feel very hypocritical, after all, a photo is a photo. The frozen time is always happy, frozen in the gap of time, and then gradually forgotten unconsciously.

When I opened my eyes, it was already dawn, I had nothing to do, I ate some things indiscriminately, and I lay down on my bed, but I clearly heard a faint voice, which was like the low roar of a beast, yes, it was roaring, I want to leave, get out of here! ...... leaving, I was in a trance, my breathing became rapid, and I could only hear my heartbeat. Thinking that he was sick, he took a few sleeping pills and fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, the sky was bright red, and it seemed to lead to heaven. Eyes, foggy.

Recall, remember

It seems that he has run aground somewhere, and he has no memory of his current life and the things around him. Very strange look.

It seemed that I had to listen to that voice, and I decided to leave, but looking out the window I was suddenly confused again, like a lost child at a loss.

I can't breathe in this city in a hurry! Repression, repression...... The city was empty, and the colors in my sight were fading.

Suddenly, I started running, running like flying, running in the void like a movie in slow motion, running......

Lying in bed in the morning lazily thinking about the beauty of the outside world, but today I don't have a trace of the idea of going out, maybe it was because I was too tired a few days ago, I dragged my weak body and made a call to Lu Hang, Lu Hang still talked to me after a few words, I was sure that Lu Hang's kid was normal and hung up the phone, because I heard from the phone that Lu Hang's kid must be with An Rufei now, and his life is beautiful.

After hanging up the phone, I put the sixth essence bead in the box and put it in a safe place with the other five. Looking at more and more Jing Yuan Beads, there are still three and nine of them, and when the time comes, will I be able to find back the beauty I imagined. I couldn't help but smile, and I didn't have any other interest, even the interest in lying on the bed was gone, so I climbed up to the top balcony of the villa that I hadn't gone up for a long time, which was full of flowers and plants, and I hadn't taken care of them for nearly a year, I thought they might have been in time, but what I didn't expect was that they actually grew more luxuriant, and the rocking chair next to the edge of the balcony was still swinging back and forth with the wind.

Sitting in a rocking chair, holding a favorite magazine in his hand, and the breeze, looking up at the pale blue sky, looking at the prosperity in the distance, at this time there was suddenly a peace and security in my heart that I had never had.

Picking up a turquoise water, the faint that cuts through the sky, the sky is blue, the water is blue, the white moonlight, leisurely in the endless sky, is the Milky Way missing? Or is it the infinite nostalgia of the starry sky? The wind blows the sand and rolls up the dust, sad feelings, and the prosperity of the first life, stranded in the helpless heart.

How much worry is Hongchen, how many lifetimes of sorrow, how many lifetimes of rest? How many lifetimes have fallen into my heart?

Looking at this paragraph of text in the magazine, there was a faint trace of melancholy in my heart under this gentle wind, and I suddenly regretted that I had taken such a book that was easy to make people amorous.

Thinking about my melancholy at this time, I felt that I suddenly looked like the ladies of ancient times, just two words squeamish, I took a few deep breaths of air, put the book aside, closed my eyes and felt the rare breeze and this luxurious autumn air. Strive to drive away the trace of sorrow that just poured out of my heart, for fear of ruining the bright artistic conception of this clear sky.

But I was wrong, this sorrow was out of control, like a flood that burst its banks, drowning the green mountains and green waters, leaving a dark yellow.

This novel comes from reading books