I walked to Hu Ying, and the moment she saw me, she said, "Actually, it's not a good thing to have too many things, just like everyone knows that you are a nine-tail, so they don't value your life very much." She said, "There is a fox demon who said that I have to live well, because my relatives are bitter and my enemies are happy." She cried and laughed and kept smashing the things in her hand: "That demon was my husband who taught me spells, but she deprived me of the opportunity." ”

I wondered, "Why?" ”

She smiled miserably: "She said to live well because the relatives hurt the enemies quickly, why do you say this pervert is still alive?" ”

"The level of dog blood is no less than the human script." I said, "It's like this world is bloody but real." ”

The idea of a straightforward story is to try to tell everything, and you have to make up some things so that you don't get out of the way.

Why do you always bring it up, because the matter is never resolved, and everyone will die together, as if this can resist what is lost. It's crazy thinking, but you're not a party and you don't know what pain is. Crazy or not, you are not qualified to say.

And then when you're in pain, you're still cheering and cheering, because the goal has been achieved. You feel shameless, but there's nothing you can do at the moment, and you can't think of anything else but to die together.

Spring is near, but it is not yet the time when the flowers are blooming, and the birds and insects are chirping, and my arms are still hot, because I have just hit the scarecrow with a stick, and time will not forget it, but will only deepen it, and then become a little more determined.

I listened to the narration with my hot arms on my head, and you try to put everything together and you understand.

People with bloody hands eat fasting and chant Buddha, and people who teach us that money is not important look at money more carefully than anyone else, this is the biggest joke in the world. You said to the house sparrow, "You flew hard, you flew, but you tore its wings with your own hands."

Then pretend to be righteous and righteous: only by taking the road that should be taken can you take the road you want to take.

What should go or not should you go in this world is up to you? You're old.

There was no tent here, it was a wilderness, and there were still wreckage on the ground that had just been beaten, so she knelt on the ground to hide her face and weep, her body was not huge and black, the ground was full of sores, and the dark smoke was still rising, just like her heart, the raging fire, and the spiritual energy was completely deprived. She was left kneeling in the sore and turned into sore.

Despair......

Isn't this spring? The delicate spring grass writhed out of the soil, the butterflies by the lake were still fluttering, and the sun was still warm overhead, melting some of the cold snow left over from winter.

Everything is reviving, everything is thriving, and the birds are chirping, and winter is not over? It was as if she had been left in the winter forever.

The corpses were stacked on top of each other in this decisive battle, and I cried. But it's not because of the countless deaths and injuries that I'm not a saint.

It was a flat place, and there were still pools of blood on the ground, so I probed it with my hand and proved that it was not long since he died, and I always thought that there would not be so much blood, so I went to try.

Got to the nose, it was really fishy. Disgusting, really disgusting, rain mixed with the aroma of grass, what a beautiful word and symbol, it belongs to spring.

The rain will pick the time, the spring rain is as expensive as oil drops on my body, my face feels its first kiss, I look up and close my eyes and wait, tentatively, to see if it is real.

Another drop fell.

When it comes, you notice it, but before you can hide, you get soaked in the rain.

I crouched on the ground, gently put my hand on her shoulder, and hugged her. Even if the world is barren, everything is absurd, even if the mountains and rivers are exhausted, full of dust, even if they are full of scars and tired. At least there's still a hint of warmth in my hug.

I knew she needed it because I wanted someone like that when I was desperate.

I said, "Look, let's come to this point, it's not easy for everyone to be strong, otherwise we will be looked down upon." ”

The drizzle was so gentle, it was dripping, and it had a sound, and I enjoyed it more than once, and it felt like I had more friends on a lonely day.

But at the moment, it rippled in the ripples, circle by circle, increasing and diluting the pool of blood. My hair was also wet, and my hair was sticking to my face, and I asked, "What happened?" ”

"I will never be able to fight, I am deprived of it for life," she said. ”

"Why?" I asked.

"There is no reason, I just received such a sentence." She roared in the final arena: "I want her to pay!"

The battle is over, win or lose, with you or not, it's over, and many things don't have a chance to start over, so it hurts.

"She also has a daughter, and she understands what the future holds, but it's easy to be a child's play," she said. And she was something I respected and believed, so firm, so convinced!"

Choked up again, full of embarrassment: "If only I didn't believe it." ”

She broke away from my embrace, took the weapon in her hand, and threw it away, and then took off her armor, and threw it away, and when she fell to the ground, she made a noise, and looked back at me: "I'm gone." ”

I actually already think of her as myself, and it's hard for me to imagine the moment when my spiritual pillar detached from me, because the moment her world completely collapsed, I also lost the warmth of spring and summer.

I frantically regarded her as another me, felt what she felt, understood her joys and sorrows, and looked at that enthusiasm, I was also very lonely. But how could she ...... easily? What should I believe?

Didn't she say: "I like a play in the world, and he said that he won't be so tired if he persists?" ”

Isn't it still alive? Even if you don't have a chance, you still have to try to wait, and maybe there will be a comeback.

I lost my strength and knelt on the ground with my sword, burying my head and crying, as if I had become her.

The gauze on my face was no longer firm by the rain, and I fell to the ground tremblingly, and I took out the mirror in my arms, and the scar on my face in the mirror was already long, not blurred flesh and blood, and scabbed.

I knew I was going to have a scar.

Wet in the rain and with a fishy smell, like the smell of stinky fish, I went to the lively world.

I was like I had been caught from the sea, my hair was still indistinct, soaked, like rags, my eyes were red, and my face was expressionless.

I heard crying in my ears, it turned out that the doll who was going to eat the rock sugar gourd didn't succeed, and she couldn't stop crying.

Ah, I was still happy when I was a child, and the sad event was a rock sugar gourd.

When I looked at them, they frowned and hid their noses: "Where did the madman come from?" ”

Her mother pulled him: "Let's go, she still has a sword in her hand, be careful of going crazy and hurting people." ”

I never really wanted to hurt someone.

As if on purpose, I pulled out the scabbard and smiled at them: "Do you still eat rock sugar gourd, my sister will buy it for you." ”

"But my sister has no money, my sister can be this sword, and its owner doesn't want it anyway."

He didn't wait for my rock sugar gourd, and he cried and ran away. Passers-by were far away from me, with disdain in their eyes.

Haven't I made it clear enough, isn't that a good sword? Can't you use it as money to buy alcohol? We misinterpret the meaning because the former is not clearly stated, and the latter adds oil and vinegar.

"Girl, I want this sword." The person who said it was not plain and white, and he was not so good-looking, but he was very spiritual.

I said, "It seems that there are still people who know the goods." I would have handed it to him, but I hesitated: "Forget it, I'll take it myself, it's not appropriate." ”

The boy smiled: "It's a pity for the girl, if only there was no scar on her face over there." ”

I couldn't help touching my face again, saying that I didn't care if it was fake, and I also had a heart.

I asked, "Childe, do you know which tattoo master here has a good tattoo?" ”

"The old Zhang family in the west of the city." He said, "I'm fine anyway, so I'll go with you." ”

When I walked to a place where there were few people, I found that it was Lu Ju, and he said: "You are really good, why are you like this now, it looks like you have just finished a funeral." ”

"My faith is gone." I said, "You see I'm going to cross the souls and go ashore, but I'm still in the river, and I can't do water, and I've fallen off the boat." ”

I asked, "How?" ”

"Then go ashore first." He said.

I smiled at him, still leaking out my tiger teeth: "I want to too." ”

I can't do that without saying it.

He said, "If I don't know about you, I'm going to be fooled by your smile." ”

"Haha, you don't know, the moment I laughed, but I was brilliant because I was really happy, and I rarely pretended to be fine. But all the howls are also true, there is no disguise, and it can't be pretended. I clenched the sword in my hand: "Don't worry about me, I just doubt life a lot." ”

I said very sincerely, "I'm only temporary, give me time." "I didn't dare to break down, for fear of scaring others, I only dared to tell Lu Ju, because I wasn't afraid that he would dislike me because of my collapse, and I was sure that he would not leave.

He said, "It's okay. ”

I cried: "I seem to have experienced a little more darkness, not what you see." ”

All the amnesia and sorrow will become the sword of the future, and those deep and shallow thoughts, beyond the darkness, will make you climb over one hill after another, and finally find that you have become the person who is out of reach of those people. You don't take the past to heart, because it's all an episode and it doesn't deserve to be remembered.

"Aren't you, this mourner is going to die or live, and when you turn your head, you immediately sit upright and say a lot of hopeful words, for fear of scaring me?" "I know you very well, and I know you don't really lose your mind," he said. ”

I wiped my tears: "Why? ”

He also wiped my tears: "Because madness takes courage, but you don't have that courage." ”

Isn't it?

Yes and no.

Isn't it? Be.

Yes and no.

We are irritable because of grievances, because inconsequential people hurt a lot of people who care about us, and we still choose to be silent rather than talking.

I took a breath and said, "I want to get a tattoo on my face." I smiled, "It's on this scar." ”

The walls were so high that he and I stopped talking in place.