Darkness, boundless darkness, no time, no space.

Tang Bai felt that he was moving, and he felt that he was still all the time, which was a very contradictory and real feeling.

In a trance, he woke up from sleep, thinking that he had become a seed, buried deep in the earth, and that perhaps one day he would emerge from the ground and become a weed, abandoned by everyone on the side of the road. He once imagined that he was a flower, blooming in spring and withering in spring, not seeing summer rain, not seeing autumn coolness, not only winter snow, he hoped that his world would only be warm. If he could, Tang Bai also wanted to become a big tree, take root in the earth, and stand proudly between heaven and earth.

Until one day, a huge suction force came, and as the ocean that enveloped him slid out of a mysterious exit, he saw the light: colorful light. He opened his eyes with all his strength, only to find that the wider he opened, the lighter the color of the world, and finally it became a blazing white, so piercing his eyes like needles, and piercing his eyes very painfully.

This may be the nature of the world, and the more clearly you see it, the more it hurts.

He suddenly felt suffocated, his throat seemed to be clogged, he couldn't scream, he couldn't breathe, he felt like he was about to sink into endless darkness again, he smelled death. Perhaps, I am an alternative epiphany, and I came to the world, not to bloom myself, but to see the colorful light at the beginning!

He was strange and had a calm heart, even in the face of death.

Maybe it's not that there is no fear, but it feels like the cycle of life is not complicated.

A gentle force came from his back, like a God's hand caressing his back, and then his vocal cords seemed to be swept away by an invisible air current, and then he heard his own loud cry.

Someone said: "The first cry of the birth of life is to feel the suffering of the world, to 'cry' because of 'suffering', crying and suffering, but the syllables are different!"

And he, in fact, just wants to breathe!

When air and breath became a cycle, it was like opening the treasure of the body, his senses became very sharp, he heard voices, smelled all kinds of smells, there seemed to be a faint taste of blood in his mouth, his thoughts, his soul, instantly merged into another strange body.

This body is so young and so weak, how can it hold his mature soul?

Resisting the glaring light, he opened his eyes again, and saw an old woman in her forties and fifties who was exploring the secret between her legs, and then he saw what the old woman was talking with a smile on her face.

This is an unfamiliar language, with a peculiar charm between the frustrations.

Tang Bai couldn't understand, but he couldn't help but guess.

Human beings communicate with each other, and the most primitive era should be physical expression, and voice is only an auxiliary relationship. Over time, human beings found that language could express themselves more simply, so they abandoned complex body language.

Human progress is to replace complexity with simplicity.

Tang Bai could understand what she meant from the woman's body language.

The old woman's slightly rough hands were gesturing while talking, occasionally teasing Tang Bai's extra handle with her fingers, and Tang Bai could feel the friction of two different skins.

There were four or five people in the house, all women, dressed simply and strangely, like maidservants, some carrying basins, some pouring water, very busy.

On the brocade bed, there was a beautiful woman lying down, her eyes were looking at her, her face was pale and full of tiredness, but her eyes contained a strange and kind emotion in Tang Bai, which made him feel warm and nervous.

What is this place?

Tang Bai was curious and dazed, his thoughts were like water opening the floodgates, rushing out in an instant, he couldn't help but think of his unhappy life, bit by bit, like a silent black and white movie; those pictures that had been forgotten also became clear at this time; he thought of Ma Dongmei, the man who smashed his head with a wine bottle and stabbed his body with a knife; he also thought of the fortune teller Taoist priest by the Shuangjiang Bridge, for some reason, that thin and old face clearly appeared in his mind.

Life begins again, just like a circle, I don't know where it comes from, I don't know where it goes, the beginning is also the end, everything is just a continuous cycle.

Maybe this is what the Buddhists call reincarnation.

The woman's weakness sounded in his ears, and he saw the woman lying on the bed, as if he was saying something to himself.

Is this her mother? She looked weak.

Confucius said, 'At the beginning of man, nature is good', Tang Bai felt that this was not right at all; he felt that the beginning of life was born in the blood and pain of others, where did the goodness come from!

He looked around curiously, the room was elegantly furnished, and there were silk paintings hanging on the wall, brightly colored, one of which depicted a woman, with a graceful appearance, and a beautiful appearance, which was seven or eight points similar to the woman on the bed. There are also copper mirror tables, cabinets and hangers in the house, the ground is covered with a large carpet, the color is plain, on the wooden table by the window, there is a stringed piano, and there is a small copper incense burner on the side。。。。。。

Tang Bai's heart is calm, even if he has experienced the cycle of life and death.

It's not that his heart is very strong, it's just that the loneliness of the past has made his heart cold, just like the difference between water and ice, when it is cold, it will naturally become hard.

He closed his eyes, and the unexplained tiredness soon put him to sleep in his sleep.

Murong Xiuxiu felt that her body was very weak and cold, but she was happy in her heart, even if she had just experienced the pain of a knife, even if the baby that had not grown was frighteningly ugly, but she just felt happy.

Happiness is actually very simple, a man who loves her, a lovely child, a warm home, this is her happiness.

She felt that God favored her and that she had everything she wanted.

She decided that after the moon, she must go to the Lotus Temple outside the city to worship, because she met her husband there.

She was once a man abandoned by fate, when she was ten years old, her father went hunting in the mountains and never returned, and in the winter of that year, her frail mother froze to death in bed, and that year, she began to beg and began to wander.

She didn't know when she came to Liancheng, but when she came, she didn't leave again.

She had known Tang Xingjun for a long time, the handsome and extraordinary son of the Tang family dressed in white, but she never thought that she would marry him and have children for him.

I still remember that the year before last, it snowed a lot, one by one, endlessly, and I still remember that night without stars and moons, and the Taoist temple was like a monster with an open mouth. I still remember that I was very cold and cold, very hungry, and like now, I didn't have any strength. At that time, she was desperate, as if she saw her own cold corpse the next day. As a result, Tang Xingjun appeared, riding a white horse, carrying a bow and arrows on his back, and a long sword hanging from his waist, appearing in front of her like a god, like a lamp, lighting up her life.

He said that she was like a lotus flower, living in the mud, but not stained with the dust and smoke of the world, searching, searching, dreaming, and suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. At a glance, he fell in love with her, hopelessly. At that moment, his eyes were like the stars in the sky, emitting a soft and warm light, and in an instant, her cold heart was melted.

Love, eternal in an instant.

The door was pushed open, and she saw the handsome man in white again, with a faint melancholy between his eyebrows and eyes, and an excited expression on his face, hurrying towards her.

He didn't look at the baby wrapped in cotton towels, but squatted beside him in pain, his slender palm caressing his pale cheeks, and murmured, "Lady, thank you for your hard work." ”

Murong Xiuxiu just laughed, although when she laughed, she touched the wound on her lower body, and the pain was so painful that she broke out in a cold sweat, but she still wanted to laugh.

Pain, she had too much before, but so little happiness. She wanted this feeling to permeate her heart all the time, and she wanted him to feel her joy.

The midwife was also very happy, as can be seen by the beaming and smiling smile on her face. She held the baby, stood behind the man, and said exaggeratedly and excitedly: "Young Master Tang, Mrs. Xiuxiu, your son will have a terrible future, when he was born, his whole body seemed to be wrapped in a layer of golden light, like a fairy in the sky." ”

As a mother, whenever someone compliments her son, her mood becomes very happy.

Murong Xiuxiu is like this, although it takes a lot of effort to speak, but after listening to the midwife's words, she felt very excited, and said weakly: "The son of the concubine is naturally different, you don't know the birth mother, before she conceived him, the concubine dreamed that the golden sun was rising, and the golden light dyed the heavens and the earth into a golden yellow, and then the concubine saw that the golden sun turned into a pillar of light, flying from the sky, and submerged in the belly of the concubine, two days after waking up from the dream, there was a happy pulse." ”

The man listened to Murong Xiuxiu's words, stood up, looked at the baby in the cotton towel, and frowned.

The midwife was very experienced, and said with a smile: "Young Master Tang, don't look at the little young master who is ugly now, when he grows up, he can't say that he is more handsome than you." ”

Murong Xiuxiu still wanted to speak, but the man hurriedly said, "Xiuxiu, don't talk, take a good rest." ”

As soon as the man's words fell, he saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl running in and shouting, "Fourth brother, fourth brother, what about my little nephew, give me a hug." ”

The man glanced at the girl and said, "Ning'er, what are you doing here?"

The girl slapped her forehead and said busily: "Uncle asked you to take your little nephew to the ancestral hall, and you will also choose a name." ”

The man came back and looked at Murong Xiuxiu, and said, "Xiuxiu, I'll take the child to the ancestral hall first, and you can recuperate." ”

Murong Xiuxiu was reluctant to let the child leave her eyes, but she still nodded and said, "Go quickly, don't let the uncle wait for a long time." ”

And at this time, Tang Bai woke up again, he saw a strange man, and then watched this man hold himself, walked out of the house, and walked into another strange world.