2It was the afternoon sun, and there was some hot and burning light,

It was still a little hot, and soon, Wei Wuxian was sweating there,

There's a lot of sweat dripping there. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Is sweat salty? Is sweat bitter?

Who has tasted sweat?

Maybe it's meaningless, and the smell of sweat,

That hot and hard taste and perception,

It seems to be a taste of life and life itself.

And in that smell itself,

It also seems that there is something very brief and ephemeral there,

And in that transience,

There seems to be something that has always seemed impossible there, and there seems to be something that is difficult to achieve there.

It's like an unfulfilled promise.

It was a precipitation of death, and he clenched the bag of lime powder in his palm tightly,

He didn't really know what he was looking for.

Although Guan Yunyu had already told him all the size and appearance of the object,

The specific direction, Wei Wuxian also seems to know,

But Guan Yunyu still didn't tell him the key things.

Why is there around this except for pine trees and some bare, very sparse and few poor weeds,

There's no other plant,

And the animals are almost gone.

Not even the birds in the sky have a shadow of a bird.

And all this is not an accident, nor is it a coincidence,

But the right and wrong and the cause,

Guan Yunyu was just hiding there, he was hiding from him,

And the reason for concealment is also very simple,

I was worried that after Wei Wuxian heard these specific and detailed reasons, he would resolutely not agree.

Because of some interests, because of some musts, so choose to conceal among them,

That kind of concealment will actually cause a kind of harm,

But even if it's a kind of harm, it's going to be there and don't care,

Even if it is a kind of injury, it will be hidden in the heart of that cold and cold heart,

It is also hidden, and it is also ignored and ignored in general.

There's a hurt in it,

I also feel a kind of helplessness and dissociation in it,

And it seems that there is nothing to be found in it,

What will be difficult to struggle with in there,

I also thought about what I didn't struggle with anymore,

I want to be in it gently, quietly,

And then in that there was a silent word,

It seems that there is no sound at all,

If you do something, you will do it to whomever you want.

Everything is there silently,

Also in that silence, I felt a terrible and abomination,

It is a transgression, as if it were a violation of the laws and fairness of life.

When I was alone,

will inevitably blame something there,

blame what kind of unfairness, blame what kind of unsatisfactory,

But in the midst of it he was timid, afraid, and afraid,

But the living reality is evident in it,

So all of that is in it becomes elusive,

The thing that was hard to get close to in it.

That's what you can't ask for, and what you can't find there,

It also seems that there is something unknown and painful that is difficult to do in the torture and struggle, and what is the ordeal.

There are a lot of unknowns in life, and if you don't struggle and work hard,

At the moment of abandonment, the unknown exists,

The future and the future seem to give up just when they let go.

That's a kind of letting go and giving up without a choice,

There will be many, many struggles and unknowns in it.

But in that slowness, I want to find something with all my heart,

What is also struggling with one of them, what is doing well with all one's heart,

Many, many things are blank in there,

It's so completely blank.

I didn't find anything, but I was also in the midst of that lot of contradictions and troubles,

What kind of fear exists, that is a kind of communication unpleasantness,

It's also very uncomfortable there, and it seems to be very anxious about something.