I looked at the butterfly hairpin in my palm, and only sighed that the spring evening was late, and this excess tenderness did make me wait.

Spring is long in the established and short in retrospect. In the spring of this year, it was so long overdue, and it seemed to be careless, but it had quietly ignited the impatient false thoughts of mortals.

It knows that only waiting is valuable.

People look forward to spring, but it is too cold in winter, if the spring is warm for a long time, they will begin to like the new and hate the old and pray that a gust of wind will bring a refreshing autumn. In this way, the cycle repeats itself, it is the change of the seasons, and it is also the life of a person, and he grows old in a hurry.

But the beauty of time also lies in its inevitable passing.

I came back to my senses, the golden sunlight sneaked into the gaps of the butterfly's wings, and the repeated intricate patterns were like a labyrinth, greedily trying to absorb every bit of warmth in the world. I've never looked at it closely, and until yesterday it was just a substitute for my carry-on bag.

Yesterday and yesterday, this Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng, finally the butterfly opened for me.

The silver hairpin is dark gray all over, the sharp torso is wrapped around a peach blossom tree slowly climbing, and the endless vitality is born to the sun, but the hairpin branch is a white butterfly with wings waving its wings to stay for a while.

The butterfly is engraved vividly, the wanton posture is half inclined to lean next to the flower tree, the wings that it is proud of are unique hollow patterns, no matter from which angle, the light can shine in impartially, with the silver bell hanging next to the hairpin pouring down, is to make a just right ink poem.

How can I be like Zhuang Zhou, a butterfly in a dream, and a flower in the world.

It's a warm spring day, but when I open my eyes to see the world, it's the first snow and cold day. I remember that everywhere was visible to the naked eye, and it was endless with my feet. I cherish every world I've seen, because I didn't have the opportunity to own them.

The tea beside the desk is not blown by the breeze, and it only reflects me in such a calm way, swaying figure.

Whoever glimpses it will consume more than half a cup of more than a year.

I sent it back to the hair room, and the long strands of hair couldn't wait to talk to it about the whispers of last night, but they could only get a silent word from both sides.

People love to remember, just because it is easy to forget, but what is easy to forget, there is no need to be remembered. The floating world, all kinds of pasts, is it the disappearance of your mouth, or the fruit of my heartbreak?

So, should I remember?

But I never forgot it.

The spring day is melting, and the other half of the sun's afterglow also shines into the Sikang Mansion, which has been tormented for many days. After the heavy rain, the flowers of the Sikang Mansion were in full bloom, and they scrambled to show their cleaned cheeks, smiling and waiting for the appreciation of the nobles.

Hundreds of flowers are born in the soil, but they are fragrant, they have no choice for themselves, they can only wait for the world to attach different halos to them. For them, isn't the long wait for winter just to take the lead in spring?

Those who take far will be treated; Those who are great will endure it. The true way of the world is like this.

The same is true of people.

Fan Qi knows that he has been unyielding, and now he can finally have an end. He remembered the hands that had been stepped on seventeen times, the calves that had been kicked and broken, the scalps that had been torn apart, and the eyes that had been gouged out by the blades, and he remembered everything, all the unwillingness, anger, and despair.....

He has endured enough, he has had enough, all kinds of past events, even if he has lived half his life in vain, but every day in the future, he has to ask God and everyone for hundreds or thousands of times! Just this step......

This step, rightly or wrongly.

After he gave up this step, he just gave up.

This step is that no one can stop it!

"Get out of here!"

Fan Qi shook off a few fingers that were holding his sleeve at death, but his body fell backwards without strength.

He was furious, only to feel that the world was spinning, and his legs began to lose sensation, as if he was going to fall into the mud again in the next second, and be controlled by this person forever.

He didn't understand, he was just one step away, and he would be able to wake up from this nightmare well and openly.

Don't let him fall!

He was unwilling!

He doesn't want to!

Fan Qi subconsciously stretched out his hand, his eyes were dark, the boundless loss of color made him unable to find the direction, his body lost its instinctive reaction, and only knew that it was falling straight, without the slightest expectation for the future.

He tugged at his heart, his brain began to lack oxygen, and the words on his lips melted into the wind and disappeared without a trace.

People are always afraid of the unknown, Fan Qi has no time to think now, the pride he has worked so hard to maintain is gone, he only hopes that there is no one, no one can help him.......

He didn't want to let his fate go on like this, like these eyes, forever dark......

One second, two seconds, time deliberately passed very slowly, allowing him to enjoy the pleasure of depravity......

Don't let him fall again......

"Please, help me......"

"Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi, help me, save me......"

Yi Sheng on the side opened his eyes widen suddenly, he listened to Fan Qi's bitter call over and over again in disbelief, that sentence Xiao Qi, as if instantly hooked back his vain soul, little by little to remove the dark clouds behind the warm sun, and told the true story at the beginning.

He took a step forward and reached out blankly, but didn't catch anything.

His eyes were red, and his black pupils reflected a pair of yellowed young figures, who were constantly running on the palace road, moving towards the rising sun in the distance.

The warm sun shrouded the energetic teenager, and suddenly someone fell, and the younger teenager lay on the ground and cried, his fleshy little face was covered with cyan scratches from the stones, his small body shrunk into a ball, and his mouth kept shouting whose name.

"Woo woo, little seventh brother, little seventh brother, help me."

The person who was called Brother Xiaoqi hurriedly turned around, hugged him, and comforted him softly.

"Ah Zhu is good, Brother Xiaoqi is here, can I carry you back?" Hey, Ah Zhu, look, the sun is up to look at you, you are not allowed to cry. ”

"Little Seventh Brother, will you always protect me?"

"Well, that's up to you to see if you're listening." "Then I must be obedient!"

"Azhu, don't worry, I will always guard you."

......

The memories gradually faded, Yi Sheng's eyes were covered by tears, and the young man's figure was suddenly stretched and fell in front of him alive.

He paused, his fingers grabbing Fan Qi's fluttering sleeve.

"Azhu!"

At that moment, Fan Qi felt that his whole life had been frozen at this moment.

"Hmm... Little boy, you can't help but look at the road in this good day. ”

Mama Wang, who had just gone out, was knocked out of force by Fan Qi, and the golden basin in her hand was also thrown out, and the stinking blood immediately scattered in all directions, but it smashed on Yi Sheng's sleeve.

He stood in the opaque porch, a gray-white overalls that were split into two extremes by bloodstains, revealing the unfathomable good and evil under this skin.

Yi Sheng retracted his steps forward, and his jade white fingers were still burning and hurting. He gently wiped the spots of blood around his neck, a familiar touch, the cold dark red that devoured life and dragged him down to hell.

He suddenly laughed.

Oh, yes.... He is the true master of this dream.

He is easy to begotten, that is, evil.

Mama Wang helped Fan Qi and looked at the two strange teenagers in front of her with some surprise. Yi Sheng's smile is obviously very light, but it can clearly reach everyone's ears, and every laugh carries an indelible resentment, constantly hovering around everyone.

He was the one who was awake.

No one can escape this nightmare!

Fan Qi greedily leaned on Mama Wang's warm arms, her thick shoulders were more powerful than knives and guns, and she was carefully surrounding him, a poor injured man. It's been a long time since he's been hugged.

I didn't expect the belated warmth to be so tempting.

Mama Wang hugged him tremblingly, and her heart was mixed. If her child had come back to life that time, I'm afraid it would have grown so big.

Mama Wang was almost instinctive, and out of a trance, her hands clasped Fan Qi's thin shoulders, and gently picked him up into her arms, giving him a little more warmth if she could.

She looked at Fan Qi carefully, and felt more and more empathy for his helplessness. Once upon a time, her children snuggled up to her like this, and had endless things to talk about with her.

Some memories are opened, and people suddenly realize that everything has become a thing of the past.

They are all mortals, and they all have the right to be loved.

Fan Qi squatted down, he covered his ears, and there was faint blood behind the bandage. The pain in his eyes was accompanied by the black hole left in his heart, constantly devouring Fan Qi, little by little, little by little.

It's not that the world has changed, it's you, it's you who have changed!

He began to wonder, what was he doing for so many years? The person in front of him is no longer the person he was at that time, the original Yi Xiaoqi died with Lin Yi, and he gave up, why is he still alive?

He's not Azhu anymore......

They are all acquainted, and their hearts are different.

The past is all a dream, and the floating life is gradually empty.

Fan Qi stood up abruptly, took a deep breath, turned his head away from the people around him, and groped his hands for the jade-cold door.

His fingers tentatively touched the edge of the crack in the door, and he trembled but hard to grasp the half-open door frame, and stepped out of his left foot solemnly.

He gambled that what he wanted ahead of him.

The half-height golden stone threshold stuck the figure he was anxious to explore, and Fan Qi keenly smelled the long-lasting blood in the room, but his heart was full of panic. He felt the heart in his chest, suddenly powerful, begin to beat for him.

He patted the non-existent dust on his sleeve and held his head high.

Mama Wang came back to her senses in shock, she stopped in front of Fan Qi, looked at him around, stretched out her hand to immediately block the door, and regained the momentum of being a grandmother, and asked in a deep voice: "It's the young master of the Sikang family inside, what are you doing when you go in?" ”

Her voice was deliberately low, but not majestic. The young man in front of him was so weak, Mama Wang also felt pity, just stood next to him and asked the original words carefully.

Fan Qi just raised his face, picked up the original gentleman and smiled, but replied loudly with all his strength.

"I'm a doctor, I can save Master Scone."

"Only I can."

Mama Wang was secretly frightened by this sound, and subconsciously turned her head to look into the house, she was afraid that if she didn't pay attention, the child would be driven away by the guards who suddenly appeared, and there was no sound again.

In a large family, a word can invite unwarranted misfortune. A teenager can be ignorant, but she can't.

She crossed her waist and blocked half of the door. In the past few days, she has seen all kinds of doctors, and he is the first one who is as confident as him.

She remembered the tragic situation of her young master in the morning, even laymen knew that it was difficult to cure, how could a nameless folk lang handle it? Mama Wang thought as she continued to carefully look at the young man in front of her.

Still blind, she thought to herself......

Fan Qi stood beside her coldly, he could feel the tentative gaze sweeping over his whole body from top to bottom, and the slightest privacy could not be covered.

But he won't dodge anymore, from now on, any gaze, as long as it stays for him, he will take it all one by one!

He straightened his back, still smiling noncommittally.

And this time, it was finally the other party who compromised.

"You wait, I'll go and report to Madame. It's just that this matter is not small, if you are not completely sure, you will lose your head, can you think clearly? ”

Mama Wang sighed and finally gave in. No matter what mood she had, she still told him a few more words before entering the house.

This thoughtful and cautious character has long been engraved in the short life of this old woman, and has become her invisible label.

"Then, thank you, mother-in-law."

Fan Qi stood obediently by the door and withdrew the leg that had stepped out. Mama Wang finally glanced at the young man who even spoke softly with her peripheral vision, and then she was in a better mood, bowed her head and walked to the back room.

His sweet and glutinous mother-in-law blindly diluted the dead air in the house, and with Mama Wang's words, Sikang Mansion finally ushered in the arrival of spring.

Before half the incense was burned, an anxious call invited Fan Qi and his dignity in.

Yi Sheng leaned against the pillar, he was not surprised, and his face was still expressionless.

At this time, Mama Wang regarded Fan Qi as half a master, and she didn't dare to slack off at all. She reached out and grabbed him in the palm of her hand, bending down to help him through the door.

The threshold in the room suddenly became much lower, and Fan Qi's feet stepped over steadily, and now he just needs to move forward with peace of mind.

There is no need to think about it, everything is a thing of the past.

At the end, he stopped in the room with half his body, and the man paused.

"Little Seventh Brother, Ah Zhu is leaving."

This time, there is no more Azhu.

The sunlight crept into the house, leaving only the shadows outside the house to sigh alone. The sun will always set, and the warmth will not be shared by just one person. The companionship of day and night will eventually come to an end.

Yi Sheng took out the letter in his arms, the small red seal was delicately written all over the cover of Fan Qi, the letter was very thin, and the wind could blow it away, but it waited quietly for so long, but in this way, it saw the old man again.

The conversation on paper is shallow, and the dim lights tell the life.

Fan Qi's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and a sudden trance traveled through every pore of his body, they were screaming, screaming, powerlessly reminding him of something.

He wanted to turn back.

But all of this is too late.

Yi Sheng's ten fingers twisted lightly, slowly tearing down the handwriting, and the letter paper was divided into two halves, and then half, and then half...... The dots of confetti are like snowflakes in the sky, falling on the world one after another.

They are black and white, and no matter how much love and hatred are written, they will not be able to understand people's hearts.

There was a gust of wind blowing, and it took away the last trace of residual warmth around Yi Sheng, leaving a cold sentimentality all over the ground. The sunlight shifts into the distance, silently promoting the changes of mountains and rivers.

Once the time passed like this, but the sun set quickly, and he always had to hold Azhu for a while; Now time still passes like this, but the sun, without mercy, pushes him into the night, and Ah Zhu can no longer be seen.

That's it, that's it.

Yi Sheng threw down the fragments left in his hand, bent down, raised his hand and bowed solemnly to his chest.

"Then I wish Fan Lang a good journey."