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After realizing this, Lin Ye and I had already walked to the door silently. Lin Ye ran to me and squatted down, motioning for me to come up. I didn't lose my temper any longer, and obediently put my hand around his chest. After stepping through the dark alley in front of us, we arrived in front of the small house we rented. Even if there were no lights, I could guess what Lin Ye was stepping on. The potholed ground is still a puddle of black water due to the rain of the previous day. If you accidentally step on it, it will be a mottled black stain on your leg. During this period, there must have been a mixture of rotting and rotten fruit corpses.

During the day, the streets are full of fruit vendors. But in the evening, when the stall owner finishes work, it becomes depressed.

I lay on Lin Ye's back and shed tears uncontrollably. For the first time, I seemed to see my life struggling in the mire. What right do I have to do whatever I want?

The next day, I spent the whole day in bed. Lin Ye got up early to go to work. When he left, he left me breakfast and told me to get up and warm it up if it was cold. But I almost didn't want to do anything, it was as if all the power in my body had been hollowed out. I was dying, all my thoughts were gone, and I just stared blankly at the whitening ceiling. It doesn't matter if you take leave or not, my violent beating of my boss yesterday has left me with no place in the company.

Sure enough, in the afternoon, the HR department called and asked me to take some free time to lie down in the company and take my personal belongings away. I answered the phone, umhhh That's fine, change places and start over.

Having said that, it is not easy to find a suitable job at this juncture. I was busy for several days, and finally I got tired of it. Lin Ye persuaded me to find a part-time job for two months first, and then find a more suitable one next year. But I can't get sick of that. I'd rather be at home than hastily cope. Lin Ye said that he couldn't figure out why I had to twist with him. Actually, it's not like that, I just don't want to settle, it's just my nature. For me, saving the country has never been in the scope of consideration. The two of them talked and talked about the issue of volunteer teaching, so the ordinary question rose to the question of principle, and the two broke up unhappily again.

Seeing that I was stubborn, Lin Ye stopped persuading, hurried to work every day, and fell asleep when he was tired when he got home. I was depressed and reluctant to take the initiative to talk to him. For the next two days, the two of us were in a state of almost zero communication, and even the air seemed to get a little weird.

The cold river breeze roared and swirled outside the hut. Because it was closed for a long time, a white mist grew on the glass windows. After Lin Ye went to work, I looked at the empty room and suddenly missed my mother's rice wine. So I packed my bags and said goodbye.

I didn't understand why so many people would choose to escape from this harsh but vibrant life. It wasn't until I was choked by the bitterness of the West and had no choice but to flee that I truly understood that the essence of life was so cruel.

I have always believed that in this bustling red dust, the people who choose to flee, they do not understand the essence of life. Escaping means denying life itself. Every city is buried with countless sinful souls and conspiracies, but each city is a mirror that illuminates the soul. The rolling materialistic desires torture everyone's heart. And the essence of life is a quagmire, and the truly noble soul will bloom from the quagmire.

It wasn't until I got on the train back to my hometown that I realized that I had been wrong all along. I can't open the White Lotus. In the West, I was just a smooth sailing, indifferent spectator. The reason why I like the impulsive desire and the ever-present treacherous cunning of Xilin is only because I am too full and extremely empty and boring. For me, this discovery is tantamount to drinking on the head, and I am at a loss when I drink it.

What a loud slap!

Half a month later, I have already painted the scenery of Dage Village. At dusk that day, when I passed by Uncle Yu's house with a painting folder on my back, I met the flower master who came out for a stroll. Hua Ye carried a rolled-up "blanket" on his back.

Hua Ye exchanged a few words with me, and then walked away. I walked back in the twilight. Along the way, I tried to tell myself to resist the urge to turn back.

Because to turn back, it means disrespect.

The scene still rings in my mind.

"Xiaocao, are you going to paint again?" Hua Ye asked me with a smile.

"Hmm. There's nothing to do, just play around~" I replied with a smile while standing at the intersection. The edge of the road is full of withered yellow weeds. The paddy fields below the road have long since dried up, and there are low stacks of straw piled up on the edge of the fields. This season, due to months of wind and rain, the golden straw has become dry and gray. Looking at it from afar, there are already faint signs of blackening.

"Modesty. Everyone says you draw well. I remember that Teacher Xiao Zhang came to your house to persuade you to learn this, saying that you have talent in this area, and it would be a pity if you waste it......" Hua Ye turned his back and said.

"Where. If Hua Ye doesn't dislike it, I'll draw one for you another day. Hearing this, I lowered my head a little embarrassed, but my thoughts drifted far away: Teacher Xiaozhang, how many years ago was that~

"That's a good feeling." Hua Ye smiled and agreed, then turned his head to the "blanket" and said lovingly: "Little pillar, the painting painted by the third sister is similar, can I ask the third sister to draw one for you another day?" ”

I followed Hua Ye's line of sight and looked at the "blanket" on Hua Ye's back in dismay. The blanket was rolled up like a round cocoon with the tip of the head, and a small opening was slightly visible on the top of the cocoon. I didn't see anything but this cocoon.

Hua Ye explained to me apologetically: "He is afraid of going out of the small pillar, so I can only wrap him up like this~"

Small pillars? The confusion in my eyes was even greater. Hasn't the little pillar been lost all these years? Did you get it back? Since he found it, why didn't Hua Ye send Xiaozhu back to his second daughter's house? One question after another popped up in my mind.

Hua Ye's tone was full of distress and helplessness. Although I was puzzled, I also understood that if I asked more and said more, it would inevitably touch the old man's heart. So, I could only hold back the incomprehension in my heart and smile to show my understanding.

After talking for a while, the two men walked in opposite directions. I picked up my pace and ran quickly towards home. Because I was worried that curiosity would make me can't help but look back at the flower masters. Although I didn't look back, I knew that at this moment, the figures of Hua Ye and Xiao Zhu were dissolving into the gentle golden dusk behind me.

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