The kung fu of the dark turbulent rock is strange and deep. Xiaozhi can also be regarded as having seen the shots of many masters, such as Gong Hai, such as Yu Guolao, and Aunt Hu. But this battle of dissolution also made him dumbfounded.

Shang Shang'er Luo Yi was reloaded, and suddenly became tired and tired. She didn't see it, but there was the last most empty sadness in the world, approaching the young brother Bai Ge, she gently stretched out a hand, the medicine powder in her hand and the moonlight lightly leaked down, Bai Ge Qingdi's body disappeared and melted under the moonlight, and gradually only clothes and shoes remained. ——This life, this endless struggle, in the end, is nothing more than the snow disappears, the ice disappears, the wind flows, and the clouds disperse, right?

Xiao Zhihu suddenly has a good sense of sympathy, sympathy for Brother Bai and Brother Qing, and sympathy for each other's endless life and endless worries: What is life? - What is this life?

Shang Shang'er was gently reciting a "Death Mantra" in a language that Xiaozhi did not understand, in front of the two remnants of clothes and shoes, as if to send the soul of the white brother and young brother who was still not far away into a realm of bliss without contention and bitterness.

Childish silently listened to the voice that came out of her lips and teeth. It was like a hidden phrase - Dorodoro was dying, and Polo Monimi ...... When all the snow is gone, the ice is gone...... But what does this sentence mean?

When the white belly of the fish in the morning was again understood in the crooked wooden window, the mediocre and toiling day began again. Xiaozhi opened her eyes in a daze, but Sister Shang had already gotten up, her face was covered with that weird makeup again, and the mixed shroud was extremely funny on her body, but Xiaozhi no longer had a trace of funny. He seemed to understand a truth: if all the otherworldly beauty and all the deviant wonders in this world did not want to end up, it was better to be buried in the most clumsy mask.

The children in the mud foot alley also gradually got up, and Shang Xiang'er still had to worry about how to make up for their food today. Duada's voice came from below, it turned out that today he was going to take a few children to go to the family for a happy event to beg for tofu rice. The children chattered non-stop, and the merchants were not annoyed, and finally Du Ah Da was impatient, and drank with a cold face, and the little mud monkeys looked at each other, and they were all silent, it seems that this Ah Da is still very majestic among them.

The days went by like this. From a childish to this muddy foot alley, before I knew it, more than half a month had passed. Everything seemed to be calm again, and sometimes Xiaozhi sat alone at the mouth of the alley, staring at the bustling crowd outside, and couldn't help but wonder if he was going to be immersed in the muddy alleys of Hankou full of oil smoke and dark dirt in his life.

That night, he couldn't sleep again, and he opened his eyes empty, thinking: Why hasn't that dream been done for so long? - When I was in Chang'an, I remember that he was only five or six years old at that time, and one night, he had a dream. It was a secret dream, in which a well-appointed young man came to him. For several days, he would dream of that man in his dreams, but he could not see the man's face clearly, only remembering a pair of eyebrows on his face, which were sword eyebrows. That person would always say some strange things to him in his dreams: such as how to qi away from the mud pills, how to refine back to the Purple Mansion, and how to gather the three cokes. The man told him not to tell the dream to anyone, including his mother. He did it. For several years, he had to do what the man had taught him in his dreams almost every day of all the free time he could find. He dreams like this once a year, for a few days. The man had something new to teach him every time. But now, it's May again, and it's time for that dream, but will the person in the dream still come?

Xiaozhi couldn't sleep, and couldn't help but follow what the man in the dream taught him to do again, and he felt that his spirit was also much stronger. His two eyes were wide open, and he suddenly thought: That dream was made in Chang'an City, and now that he has left Chang'an, can the person in the dream find himself when he goes to Chang'an? When he was a child, he listened to his father tell a story, saying that when Emperor Jin Ming was young, others always asked him whether the sun was near or Chang'an, and now he really felt that the day was close to Chang'an and far away. Raise your head to see the sun, but don't see Chang'an. Suddenly, he began to miss the Chang'an where he grew up, the merit square, and the four corners of the courtyard wall, his somewhat boring and always peaceful childhood, and missed that dream. Unable to fall asleep after tossing and turning like this, he couldn't help but get up gently. Tonight was a moonlit night, and he suddenly thought of walking in that deserted garden again, and he had fallen in love with that deserted garden a little lately. Although there are many friends in Mud Foot Alley, and he likes them so much, he, somehow, feels that he is different from them after all, and he is not all in harmony. That feeling is called loneliness.

Sometimes I think that if I can play with them so devotedly, he will definitely forget a lot, a lot of unhappiness, a lot of bitterness. But that unhappiness and bitterness are closely linked to the closest people he has been in in the past ten years. Although he wanted to forget many times, he was afraid that forgetting those sorrows would be the same as forgetting the people closest to him who had experienced those sorrows with him. He quietly thought of his mother in the moonlight, and his eyes were red: Mother, mother, where are you now? Are you also missing your childishness? In the days without your father, if there is no childishness, how will you survive such a night?

The moonlight in the deserted garden was faint, very quiet and quiet, but Xiaozhi overheard someone talking. He was stunned for a moment, feeling that the voice was quietly a little secretive. Although he was small, he had already experienced a lot of things, and he couldn't help but hold his breath and didn't dare to move. For a moment, I saw two or three figures leaping away, and a half-tall figure stood in the middle of the garden in a daze for a while, and then moved out of the garden. When he got closer, Xiaozhi saw who he was, and couldn't help but shout: "Big brother." ”

The half-tall figure was none other than Du Ada, and when he saw Xiaozhi, he was stunned suddenly, and the expression on his face changed several times in an instant:

"Why are you here?"

Xiaozhi was stunned: "I couldn't sleep, so I came out." The person just now is ......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Duada's face and realized that he shouldn't ask. Du Ada's face changed slightly, and then he suddenly laughed on his face, and said to Xiaozhi: "Seventeen, I'll show you a good thing, you can't tell anyone." ”

Xiaozhi nodded, he had always admired Big Brother. Ah Da had a treasure in his sleeve and motioned him to pick it up. He reached out to dig it out, and only then did he reach into Ah Da's sleeve, and he felt that his fingertips seemed to be bitten by something, and the pain was really painful. He looked at Du Ada in a daze, but the pain was no longer painful, and the next thing was just numbness, and a burst of extremely sad ** went straight into his heart. Then, his last impression was: Dua was smiling and smiling, and a snake coiled out of his cuffs, a black and white snake with mottled patterns.