It's the ghost queen again, I can't remember the person I've met once, but I remember this ghost queen, it was she who led me to Lu Ju, and then I lacked a heart.

The posture is manli, the red lips are like fire, no less than the flowers on the other side, it is really beautiful, I have seen a lot of beauty, there is no shortage of beautiful girls in the world.

I was a little late when I saw her, and I suddenly realized that something was wrong, but if I asked directly, I was even more ignorant.

Onihime glared at me when she saw me, and I wanted to stare back, I didn't need to suffer this kind of ridicule for no reason, I had died many times, and I didn't get better than I did if I gave in, but it got worse and worse, and I was all in a mess, and I lost a lot of things, all at the price.

Ghost Ji spoke first: "Girl, I'm afraid there is something you don't know about back then." ”

I asked, "What do I not know?" ”

Onihime said, "Your perspective is different from other people's perspectives, and what you see is different from what others see. ”

I didn't know how to answer, so I chose to be silent, and I chose to listen to her.

She took out a bronze mirror and showed it to me in her hand, and the mirror became a picture, which was her story.

Lu Juan is still dressed in red, and it has been a long time since I have seen him wear a red dress, and the memory of the bright red clothes makes my eyes hurt, and I feel a little heartache.

He stood in front of his dormitory and watched me walk away, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes.

I didn't know about it, how could I remember everything for so many years, and there was always something I forgot, and then it was just missed.

I said, "What am I doing here?" Why is he crying? ”

I saw Lu Juan carrying a pot of wine and sitting in the center of the pavilion at random, there were chess pieces on the stone table, and he played them one by one, there was a sound, he was a little drunk, and shouted loudly: Ah, I won.

Then laughed and laughed very loudly, hahaha, very miserable because all the tears fell on the chessboard: Ah, lost.

Ghost Ji handed over a pot of tea and said, "Lord Lu should sober up." "The tea set is azure, and it is said that this color has to start burning on a drizzly day to match the temperature and humidity.

Just like this color, it takes time.

The azure color must be smoke and rain, and the fish must be water...... All waiting is meaningless if it loses its dimension. Those things that have been in the past for a long time are suddenly brought up, and maybe the heart will suddenly 'chuckle', and sigh that it is so, but in the end it is meaningless, only disappointment.

Lu Juan took the tea, grabbed the ghost and asked, "Why?" ”

Onihime said, "Because she doesn't have you in her heart." ”

He asked, "Where am I missing?" I really don't understand, I met her first, why didn't she look at me more. He smiled bitterly, "There is one thing I didn't tell her, Zhong Kui actually likes her." ”

Ghost Ji said: "So what, he is already married, but this marriage is handled by the Emperor of Heaven himself, and he can't go back." ”

"It was his own choice."

My memories were flooding, and all of a sudden I forgot about things and came back to me, and I remembered everything, and I cried miserably. The heart began to tug, happy, sad, questioning, regretful...... As well as having to accept.

I remembered everything, and I didn't still look at other people's stories.

It's a pity that there are no ifs.

Ghost Ji said: "Why don't you look at Judge Lu, he is unwavering and unwavering. ”

In the era of ambiguity, sometimes you can call it love at a glance, there are more together, there are really few white heads, and you can die when you are passionate, but if you don't love, it's a moment. Who can be trusted by men?

It's too little, and it's lucky to meet it.

I always feel that people who abandon you because of others will still abandon you again even if they turn around, because you are a choice after weighing the pros and cons.

And then I was relieved.

When I was a ugly, I liked Lu Juan, but Lu Juan was not a choice after weighing the pros and cons, nor was it moved, what happened was no accident, it was too coincidental, it was just a heart, there was no reason.

My Lu judgment has never wavered from front to back.

I asked, "Where did he go?" ”

"The world."

……

The sun is slanting on the horizon, the grass and trees on the ground, stacked into a splashed ink painting, summer is the day when dandelions grow, here is the sea of dandelion flowers, the old things in my heart come to my heart, and the tears that were not shed at the beginning slipped down my eyes.

It is free, it does not have a fixed place to grow, and it does not have to stay in the habitat, and when the time comes, it can float and go wherever it wants.

My mother said: I hope you are like a dandelion.

The more you think about it, the harder it is to achieve, admit it, you are born to be bound. Which of the things you do is considered willing? It's just that I have to.

I like dandelion because it's free, but I don't like dandelion because it alludes to tragedy – love that can't stay.

Like Lu Juan, I don't like tragedy, and I can't accept it, I like consummation, because there are too many unsatisfactory things, so I don't want to be contaminated with any of those things that imply sadness.

Life is too hard, so I don't eat lotus seeds.

I sat on the ground, plucked one of them, and blew them all away. They hold a small umbrella and fall at will, and the falling petals are always beautiful, and the fragrance becomes eternal in an instant.

I saw a red dress, a familiar face. He just stood there, peace of mind was impossible, and I still felt like my breathing was hurting.

He said, "Don't look like that, I'll go." ”

The expression on his face when he is in a bad mood will not be happy, he is too heavy for me, and this kind of time joke is not funny at all, because there is no going back.

I always had a hard time speaking.

"Moo-moo......" I saw a shepherd boy riding a cow coming towards me, his pigtails identical to those of the pastry imp that day.

It's so cute, I can't help but laugh.

I accosted, "Little Maverick, where are you going?" ”

I know it's nonsense.

He wanted to stop, but the cow just kept going, and the kid began: Oh mom, stop, stop, it's stopped, it's, it's, it's true, it's good.

Immature children's milk cavity milky tone.

I smiled and ran after him: "It's okay, I'll go with you, you don't need to stop." ”

The ox walked slowly, and I followed.

"I'll go home."

I asked, "How old are you?" ”

His teeth are not yet complete: "Seven-year-old, what about you?" ”

I said, "I'm 100 years old." ”

He snorted: "I don't believe it, the oldest in our village is in his sixties." ”

Indeed, it is rare for Lu Ju to be seventy or eighty years old in his life and death book, because the burden of life is too heavy. Even if it is not troubled times, there are enough people who are tired.

"What if I'm an immortal?" I laughed.

"You're lying! My mother said that she couldn't believe the pretty girl. ”

I giggled.

"Why are you still laughing?"

I said, "I'm not a pretty girl. ”

The village had already been seen, and I said, "I'm going home too, so I'm going to leave it at that." ”

The little cowboy said, "We will meet again." ”

Will meet again, but try to live for many years.

The god of death and the god of plague are miserable, and everyone is in awe, and they are respected because they are afraid.

I think I should pay homage to the plague god.

Now I want to go wherever I want, because I don't look like a child. I remember that when my father and mother were alive, they never let me go to the world alone, just guarded me, and I asked why? They say, "Children have to listen to adults, you haven't grown up yet."

But there is no bondage, and there is no freedom and no happiness, because there are so many things to lose in the process of growing up.

There is no doubt that if you can't go back, you can't go back.

I finally found a restaurant, which was lit with candles and brightened, but there were few people.

I stared at them, and they looked at me, and the bookkeeper asked, "Does the girl have a silver tael?"

I touched my body and took it out and put it on the table, they gave me a blank look, and the shopkeeper said with a polite smile: You girl is really interesting, you came out at a young age and took the money.

I said, "What, that's what we're buying from there." ”

"It's dry, watch out for the candles." The gong was beaten, and the shouts were one after another.

I saw their expressions contort and their bodies began to shake.

"What are you afraid of?" I asked.

"Ahh I screamed in pain, and they threw the chopsticks on the table at me, and I didn't react.

"If you ghost come again, we will find a Taoist priest and take you in."

One by one, they came to beat me with the guys in their hands, and I immediately ran out of the door, driving the clouds and running away.

muttered in my heart: It's really unlucky, what's the situation, I, the king of Hades, is really embarrassed, and I was chased and beaten by others.

The self-cultivation of being a Hades king should be returned. But no.

Because I heard a famous story about a child who was herding sheep, and then he always lied and kept shouting that the wolf was coming, and the villagers believed it every time, and twice it was a trick, and then the third time no one believed it again.

Everything is nothing more than three, I lied earlier, I don't expect others to believe it, but it's not what you think, and I haven't thought about turning back, what is wrong is wrong, I don't refute it.

When I was Hades, I had a friend earlier, and I asked her out, but once she didn't come out, and once she came out early and then went back, and then we were no longer friends.

I didn't expect her to forgive, but from now on I don't lie to anyone, I don't try to redeem those who have made up my mind, I usually apologize and never see each other again.

The world is originally less gathering and more separation, and it will eventually be empty.

These things seem to be unconnected, but in fact they are connected, because the experience of what they have experienced may be that they want to be forgiven, so they choose to be tolerant.

But I've always been a freewheeling person, I can't do without anyone, I'm still happy alone, and the past is all a constraint for me rather than a good memory. But I know that I have to move forward, so I have to force myself to bear the things I don't want to face, because that's the real goodbye, and the premise of the past is to admit the things that should have been borne but didn't, no matter what the outcome, can be endured. Because there is a cause and there is an effect.

There is no need to avoid the important and light cover-up, because the cover-up is useless, and there are more and more holes that cannot be blocked, and there are many loopholes, which is like mending the dead, and then the final result is that all the sheep are dead, and there is no one left.

You knock on the door with your hand, and no one will open it for you after 'knock knock', but you know that there are people so you can keep knocking, but if there is no one, you can't knock down, everything is not accidental, it is all inevitable.