The trickle converges into a river, the Lethe River is still the Lethe River, it has not been turbulent, it is quiet and steady like the heartbeat of people after returning to the West, it will not beat again, it lies quietly on your chest, like an insect dormant.

The plausible past, the strange old people, passing through the end of the bridge, will be forgotten cleanly.

When you come, you are alone, and when you return, you are alone.

And what is there that can't be put down?

Death is a one-time experience. But I didn't die, and I wasn't afraid of the moment I was on the verge of death. A few days ago, I was hooked to this underworld by impermanence, and my heart palpitated because I was sad, not for death, just because there was no difference in this world with or without my existence.

When I think back to when I was alive, I didn't feel very comfortable. It's just looking forward to eating, and why not envy all kinds of creatures that only have bright memories full of good memories in their memories, even if it's just a dog who only cares for the home. It's a bit of a role to live, and I'm ugly born to be spurned, useless, like a worm born in the grain, growing in the backlight, raising myself white and fat, but others seem to be an eyesore, and I will be broken when I pinch my hand.

I listened to other people's old dreams and thought to myself, how can I fill my life that has not really begun?

The man kneeling on the ground was still crying, because he had died in vain, because he had really paid the wrong person.

Lu Juan opened the file of the book of life and death, and began to recall his past.

This person's name is Fang Rong, objective evaluation sometimes does not exist, for example, if you like a person, then you may not agree with all the shortcomings and evil things, but still will not leave, if you hate a person, you will join forces with the people around you who look at her not very pleasing to the eye, and slander together, who you are with depends on whether the person standing next to you is a fellow person.

I'm on Fang Rong's side.

When Fang Rong was a teenager, his blood was strong, and his temper was resolute but impulsive. has a strong personality and is not convinced, and no one in the village dares to ride on his head.

On that day, the sun hung high in the sky, and everyone was already sweating, even the frogs by the pond did not make a sound, but their stomachs were bulging, and the crops in the fields were dried and shrunk aside, and the whole world looked lifeless because of the heat.

Fang Rong was surrounded by everyone, and he was holding a tall man who was also swarthy, this person I recognized as his brother, he was the one who shouted and couldn't swallow this breath. They have young faces, but they have not been obscured by the years later. They haven't changed much, just have more forehead lines and gray hair.

The people in the story are looking at the eternal memories, while those of us outside the story are watching the excitement.

I looked at it with wonder and curiosity, this statement is very polite, in fact, it is gossip, I gossip about their stories.

His lips trembled in anger, while his brother pursed his lips and glared. The reason for the fight between the two is one acre and three points of land, which is a dispute between two or three feet, but no one is willing to back down.

If you don't fight, you don't know each other, so impulsive and angry, everyone is the same person, so they will naturally come together in the future. However, people who are not in the same way cannot conspire with each other.

Personalities don't have to be similar, and ideas don't have to converge, but there must be a common language in front of the direction and major events, otherwise you can only fight.

"You give Lao Tzu a hand." Xiao Huayu said, while he spoke, he stretched out his hands and pulled forward and pulled back and forth, trying to scratch his face, but he pounced.

Fang Rong relied on brute force to grab his collar with his other hand, grabbed his collar with both hands, raised his eyebrows and said viciously: "Fuck you, in Grandpa's place, Grandpa has the final say." ”

Xiao Huayu snorted, but there was no way, and his angry face turned red.

None of the people in the village persuaded them, so they had to take a handful of melon seeds.

At this time, the trembling old lady came with her biggest steps, and a few meters away, she shouted sharply: You are a wicked person, how can I teach you on weekdays.

Fang Rong was like being stabbed with a knife, and he stopped with a moment, loosening the other party's collar, but the posture still didn't fall.

The crowd spoke.

A said: Oh, Fang Rong's old lady is here.

B said, "Now it's time to end the game."

C said, "Let's go, let's all go home."

That being said, no one was willing to move a step, just to make way for the old lady.

The old lady looked sullen and reached out to fan the man with his head down.

'Bang', it's loud.

The fierce man wept, and the slap hit him in the heart, complaining but not resisting.

Everyone was shocked, but forgot to persuade them.

Xiao Huayu spoke first: "Don't be angry, auntie, this matter is not his fault alone." He didn't want to continue to stiffen even though the old man's face was in the way, and he continued to quarrel.

The old lady's eyes were fierce: From childhood to adulthood, they have all been men who have started a family, why are they still so impulsive, I will not kill this kid today, and I will have to be arrested by the government in the future.

The old lady is still very far-sighted, but unfortunately some things are too late. If you see the big from the small, you will inevitably lose the big because of the small in the future.

After reading the file, I stared at Lu Juan for a while. I thought that this boy's temper was not very good, how to kill his sharpness? The fallen people who depend on each other for their lives are close to each other, and I will inevitably start to worry about him.

That face is very delicate, still a teenager. No matter how long he will always be like this, just because of this appearance, it will inevitably produce contempt and distrust for him. And with me, because I don't think he's big.

He looked at me too, and we got used to looking at each other like this, and gradually we got used to it.

He spoke first: "What do you want to say?" ”

I shook my head weakly, and then quickly continued to read the dossier: You should read it too.

At this time, the old lady had already dragged Fang Rong home.

The house was just thatched on top of each other, and the thatched hut was no longer easy for the poor, and the land was not affordable for everyone. Just looking at this thatched hut, I stood firmly here with Fang Rong, because of the resonance.

I think I also lived in a dilapidated house, when it rained, the house leaked, there was no dry ground, wet, cold, hungry, sleepy and frozen, and no one knew this feeling better than me.

The old lady was very angry, and sat on the wooden stool she had made, her brows furrowed.

Without outsiders, she wanted to open the skylight and say something, she trembled and raised her right hand and stretched out her index finger to point at her son who was kneeling on the ground, and waved it vigorously a few times. Two lines of tears flowed down his eyes, and then he wiped his nose with his hand, and let out a sigh from his mouth.

The face is full of wrinkles, there is no youth, I can't walk when I'm old, and all kinds of things are beyond my power. She had never been so sad, and cried plaintively: "Alas, what should I do, you are sad for me." ”

Although Fang Rong was kneeling, he didn't admit his mistake, and said angrily with his head held high: "What's wrong with me, me." "I sniffed too.

"Your father was impulsive enough to ask the government to cut off his head." After the old woman finished speaking, her breath was unsteady, she stretched her chest with her hand, and inhaled with her mouth, "You...... I'm chilling, I'm trying to pull you up, teach you to be a man, but you can't change the of a good dog. ”

"My dad is my dad, I'm me, I have a good grasp of the scale, you can relax." Fang Rong pouted.

The old woman closed her eyes and said no more in despair.

Outside the room, I heard a burst of 'Oh, A-Niang, you let go.' The man's voice was rough in his voice, and he was a big man when he heard it.

It's weird, how can the old man be taught a lesson by his mother.

What's so strange, no matter who you are in front of your parents and what you grow up to become, you are still a child in their eyes, and children who are not sensible are to be taught a lesson.

Fang Rong was also shocked, and he also looked out of the house.

That person was Xiao Huayu and his wife. His wife pushed him one step at a time, and he had already walked to his door.

The two looked at each other and smiled, smiling at each other's enmity, and from then on, their liver and gallbladder were as hard as iron.

The two old women were also smiling.

"Old sister, they finally don't get in the nest." Fang Rong's mother spoke first.

It turned out that the two of them had a very good personal relationship.

It is said that the friendship of the men's family is played, and the feelings of the daughters are chatted about Ruyi Langjun, as long as they are not rivals in love, everything is easy to say, and when I see it today, it is true.

Seeing that it is still warm here, even if there is a sincere friendship in the years, it is quite a lucky thing.

How did they get on the bandits? After the old mothers of the two returned to the west, they were unwilling to be restrained by the wild horses, and they couldn't bear the harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes, so one held a sickle and the other began to make a living with a hoe. However, instead of farming, he killed corrupt officials, so he slowly accumulated momentum, and he became the king of the mountain.

I didn't think it was inappropriate, but I was very excited, inspirational and infectious.

Believe it or not, everyone has their own business, but it's up to them.

Destiny is one's own destiny.

A lot has been taken away over the years, but it will be re-owned, so it is better to believe it.

The old tree that has gone through the vicissitudes of life has survived a lot of wind and rain, but it has never survived being uprooted.

That day, I finished my work again, the blood on my face had not yet been wiped off, and in the autumn wind, there was a cry in the wilderness, and I saw that there was a small baby lying in a small bamboo basket, but it was swaddling, so small.

Fang Rong lifted the bamboo basket and was about to lift the futon.

Xiao Huayu stretched out his hand to stop: "Don't, we have blood on our faces, and the child can't see it well, the killing spirit shouldn't be brought to the child." ”

Fang Rong felt reasonable, so he didn't open it.

I went back to the mountain, took a bath, changed into clean clothes, and went to see the child.

A swarthy face, revealing snow-white teeth. They grinned, and I looked at it with some moist eyes. There are also countless souls under the knife of the biao-shaped man, and many people think they are terrifying and try their best to hide.

Shouldn't the bandits' den be savages who drink blood, shouldn't they be emotionless, they don't tear up tickets or ask for money, how can they adopt a baby and pull it up?

You say you're just a white-eyed wolf.

How did they know it was a wolf-hearted thing?

Pain, it's not that the knife is stuck in your body and you don't want to live, but that the person you dig out your heart and you turn against you, don't be sad, the impermanence of the world is the normal state in the world.

They are helpless, hehe, laughing, here are all men, they are bandits, but they have mercy.

On the other side of the mountain, all the old things are doomed, but they can't let go. Their encounter began with a killing and ended with a killing.