I don't know when, the sky is drizzling again, and the boy quickens his pace and returns to his home.

His home is located in the lowest residential area at the foot of Tiantai Mountain, and it is inhabited by ordinary people who have no talent for immortal law and earn living expenses by selling coolies.

It is conceivable that there will be no cloud buildings here, let alone any high-class people, and the most remote corner of it is the home of the teenager.

This is a dilapidated stone courtyard, numbered Wuqi, which is located in the most corner of the Tiantai Mountain formation, and it is also the only family property of the teenager.

There are some low-grade herbs planted in the yard, and as a pharmacist from the Yan clan, it is almost a natural instinct to grow medicinal herbs. Even the descendants of the Yan clan who have not become pharmacists will plant some medicinal flowers and plants in the yard to nourish the mind and mind.

Behind the medicine field is a dilapidated small stone house, the top of the stone house has long been crawling with vines, and a few lazy morning glories hang on it, comfortably enjoying the moisture of the autumn rain.

Although it is simple and dilapidated, this is the young man's home, and it is also his medicine field and medicine refining workshop.

He couldn't afford to use the high-level alchemy workshop that the academy needed to pay for, so he could only refine medicine in his own home, and he was reluctant to buy even the materials in the academy. Except for a few necessary ingredients that can only be used by the academy, the others are all grown by himself.

Fortunately, the previous owner of this courtyard was also a student who graduated from the Junior Immortal Law Academy, and he left a lot of seeds and immature medicinal herbs here, which saved him a lot of effort.

After leaving the orphanage and buying the yard with a meager income, he was destitute for a while. At that time, he was so embarrassed that he didn't even have the money to buy clothes, and he wore the uniform of the academy for nearly a year. Fortunately, the uniform of the Junior Immortal Law School also has a simple dusting function, otherwise he would have no clothes to change.

In fact, as a pharmacist, he still has some income to a greater or lesser extent, but the money he earns from refining medicine is used by him to buy all kinds of flowers and gifts, which are used to give gifts when he confesses.

Hand-folded paper cranes, yellow ribbons that are said to bring good luck, nine hundred and ninety-nine roses representing love, sparkling starfish, and seven-colored letterheads, these beautiful and lovely gifts that are not at all affordable have almost exhausted all his financial resources.

And the return, needless to say, also knows that the road is zero, in terms of investment returns, he can no longer be described as a loss. It is the norm for the front foot to accept the gift, and the back foot to reject his confession, and there are so many pranks who even ask him for the gift several times and refuse it again.

But it was all willing, even if he knew that this love was not reciprocated, he still gave them his sincerity.

There is no right or wrong in love.

Fate, there is no right or wrong.

It's just that he didn't catch the blue bird that loved love, and watched the bird that represented happiness fly away in front of him.

"Well, is it really my fault?" With a sigh, the boy pushed open the rudimentary wooden door and walked into his home.

It is more appropriate to say that it is a home, but rather an alchemy workshop, except for the bed in the corner and a few books on it, there is a bit of life, and this room is full of herbs being processed.

In the center of the room is a large tripod that is one person high, which is indispensable for refining medicine.

"Fire Spirit Grass, Seven Snake Fruits, March Vine." Coming to the side of the medicine pod, the young man habitually threw a few herbs that had been processed around him into the boiling medicinal soup.

The medicinal soup in this medicine pod has been hot for three years, although the grade is not high, but it is enough to refine a few primary medicines, and these primary medicines are also commodities that teenagers have used to make a living over the years.

However, it was not until the herbs were thrown in that the boy remembered that he might not need to refine the medicine after tomorrow.

What will it be like when you enter the Buddha's Gate? The boy imagined for a moment, it should be chanting scriptures, meditating and practicing meditation, etc., in short, it has nothing to do with alchemy.

Speaking of which, he is actually not a fanatical lover of alchemy. Although as a descendant of the Yan Clan, he was born with a talent for refining medicine, but he was only a little stronger than ordinary people, far from being excellent.

Almost every child of the Yan clan is half a pharmacist, and the bloodline inherited from the ancestors of the Great Yan Emperor has innate anti-toxicity and plant affinity. As long as it is the settlement of the Yan people, all kinds of medicinal herbs are indispensable, and the Yan tribe is also the race with the most divine pharmacists, and eight out of ten famous divine pharmacists in history are from the Yan tribe.

The reason why he became an alchemist was only because it was the fastest way for him to become self-reliant when he was still young. He didn't like to drag people down, even if the battlefield orphanage was a public institution for all races.

Independent, autonomous, and making decisions on his own, no matter what, that's his character. After perceiving the look of pity in the eyes of the people in the orphanage, he never wanted to stay there any longer.

Choose your own path and don't regret it, no matter how hard it is.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine times of broken love does not mean that he has despaired, but just found himself in a dead end.

What to do if you hit a dead end in the maze? Then go on a different path and look for more possibilities for yourself, which is the decision he made before.

Sitting on his somewhat cold stone bed, the boy took out his diary.

The diary he bought for the hundredth time he fell out of love, no more, no less, exactly nine hundred and ninety-nine pages, but then he glued a bookmark to the end of the diary, making up a thousand pages.

He deliberately chose such a diary with 999 pages, because he finally realized his strange constitution when he fell out of love a hundred times, and had a premonition that he would fail more times later.

Every broken love will carve a scar in his heart, and that scar will not fade because of time, but will continue to deepen.

Because he has always gone all out to devote himself to his sincerity, it is even more painful when he falls out of love.

Even so, he has been working hard, and when he is excited, he bravely confesses and shows his love in order not to miss the opportunity.

Then, there is the broken love.

After repeating the love nine hundred and ninety-nine times, repeating the broken love nine hundred and ninety-nine times, dragging his sick body to the promised place and waiting for three days and three nights, he finally sighed and filled the 999th page of the diary, which was also the last page.

At this point, there are no blank pages in this diary, which records all his memories of falling out of love, and he finally realizes that his love may never succeed.

Because his identity is too different from them, because he is not worthy of them at all, he is just an orphan who was picked up on the battlefield, a student studying at this small Tiantai Mountain Junior College.

They are beautiful figures who pass by here by chance, most of them are guarded and playmates, and he is lonely and ordinary, and he is completely from two worlds.

But there is no reason to fall in love, he met them and confessed to them bravely. Everything came from the bottom of his heart, without any falsehood, as if there was an endless fate between him and them.

Turning the first page of the diary, it was a slender girl with cyan dragon horns, his original lover. She is an idol in the minds of countless people, and she is also the first person he confessed.

Now that I think about it, the relationship between him and her was actually just unrequited love, and he was just treated like a child by her when he was still young. Although she has been hugged by her, it is obviously not the closeness between men and women, but the care of the elderly for their children.

She is such a gentle person, the person he first fell in love with, it was she who made him understand what love is.

It's a pity that the identity gap between him and her is too big, and she has already gone to the distant battlefield and has not heard from her for many years.

I still remember the answer he received when he confessed to her when he was still young.

"Well, my sister will think about it when you grow up, but not now."

That was the first time he was rejected, and although he was indeed inexplicably precocious at that time, the failure of the first confession did leave him some psychological shadows.

Continue to flip, the second and third girls also met at that time, he and they were still young at that time, but girls always seem to be precocious in such things as love, so his confession failed miserably.

"Wow! Wow! In the flipbook, the boy turns his past one by one.

Sweet memories, bitter memories, memories that can't be laughed or cried, every page here is a trace of a period of time. From the orphanage to the academy on Tiantai Mountain, he and they met and separated, and the brief fate left unforgettable memories.

Many of these girls impulsively confessed without even knowing their names, and as a result, they made a lot of jokes. Until now, there are many people in these 999 pages whose names he does not know.

Perhaps, most of them have long forgotten him, a young man from ordinary background, who inexplicably confessed to these ladies, but he remembers each and every one of them.

It was full of memories, his love years.

Finally, the diary turned to page 999, that is, the mysterious girl at the bottom.

She was the maiden closest to him, the one with whom he spent the happiest years, the one he waited for three days and three nights at the risk of falling ill and being attacked by wild beasts.

It's a pity that he didn't wait for her, and he couldn't even find any trace of her.

The mysterious she, just like when she appeared, quietly disappeared into his world.

Where would she be now? Where are the other nine hundred and ninety-eight? He sincerely blessed them and thanked fate for allowing him to have a staggered moment with them.

He didn't regret meeting them, he didn't regret that he had ever liked them.

Even now, when he decided to let go of the dust and enter the Buddha's door, he didn't have the slightest resentment towards them.

"May you be happy and safe - Mei Xue." Writing his name and a shortened message on the bookmark at the end, the boy gently closed the diary and decided never to open it again.

The drizzle of the autumn sky turned to white snow, just as a little baby was found under a blood-stained plum blossom by a general who led a large army sixteen years ago that winter.

In the cold snow, the baby was covered with plum blossoms, as if guarded by plum blossoms.

The general, who picked up the little baby, gave him this name under the plum tree—Mei Xue.