I seemed too reckless and too stupid, and afterwards I kept thinking about why I didn't use reason to suppress myself, and my impulsive behavior always brought people uncomfortable.

In fact, that night I was not full of ghosts to deliberately get drunk, to be precise, I belonged to the improvisation, after three glasses and two glasses of sweet wine, people were also stupid, I felt that there was an impulse, eager to try, just the wind chimes fell to the ground.....

I didn't expect that I just started up, and the rest is not something I can control.

In an instant, I felt that Mo Li had seen through me, but she just looked at me like this, I was clearly aware of it, but I couldn't stop at that time, I wanted to open that mysterious world to find out.......

Drunkenness and childishness completely took possession of me, and I willfully continued on my way.

I don't feel like myself, but I become very much like myself I aspire to.

Drunken life recipe and dream recipe are separated, are just broken parts, peeking into a corner of life, if you can understand it, it can mean a kind of wholeness, but this completeness is like a circle, circulating, whirling, what happened will still happen again, as long as you are still you, you will still make the same choice.

The twin reincarnation curse may be a curse, I don't know if the spell fell on Mo Li as I expected, or if it ate against himself, or if Mo Li intended to let this happen, let,

are all caught in this reincarnation.

What about the churning stardust in her eyes that were tumbling with a vast sea of stars? I never saw it, it was just a muddy whirlpool.

She laughed mischievously and playfully, but the line between the two was very subtle, but that's what I thought, maybe she didn't even notice it.

She snatched my wind chimes, the wind chimes were firmly in her hand, she swayed, the silver flowers jingled with a nice sound, just like the sound of Ruli's voice, Ruli was still in the colorful light and shadow in the streamer, but the years were progressing, the seasons were changing, the color of the vine leaves was changing, and finally it began to fade, and the color became more and more bleak.

Ruri is aging, dying, and I'm just a spectator.

Everything is in reincarnation.

But I seem to be outside of reincarnation, my sensitivity to emotions has become numb, the throbbing of colors has become calm, I have no interest, I am just a little puppet with a round face and a smooth flesh on the side.

The little puppet is still alive, I'm still alive, the sun is shining but bleak, I know that my wind chimes are shining in Mo Li's room, but I don't have the motivation or the will, I want to get it back, I'm just doing the part that I should finish in this world, just like I used to be.

I felt like I had lost something, but I didn't know what it was.

I drank the flour with plum blossoms, the meat whirring hands skillfully kneaded the dough, the air was filled with the aroma of plum blossom wine, and the sweetness of peach jam boiling and singing, but everything was like a layer of gauze, I could not see the vivid color of life, nor could I experience the mellow taste of life.

The little flowers in the box are still delicate and brilliant, as beautiful as the silver flowers of wind chimes, but my brow is still wrinkled, I lean against the window, those cicadas hiding among the high branches, making bright sounds, I used to think that it was vitality, but now I only feel very noisy and hot.

Everything went according to plan, until I stood on the edge of the altar with a drum, and no one seemed to see the change in me, and even I didn't know what had happened, so what could they see?

Beating the drum again and again, the big drum was in front of me, but the sound was as far away as a lifetime, the blood in the air, the monster sparks on the water, and even the brilliance of the blood jade shaking, I didn't feel anything, I was just a puppet.

The sky turned deep blue, the world that had rained was sweltering, the moon was smoldering with water vapor and blood, but irrepressible sorrow began to envelop me.

The warbler and I were cleaning up the scattered offerings and soot, but the moon came towards us, his eyes were always on the warbler, but the warbler couldn't see it.

"Warbler, vine." He greeted us politely. I nodded naturally, but the warbler looked like she was ignoring it, still cleaning up.

The sacrifices were still burning, and new ashes were being produced.

I am a sad puppet by the fire, watching the withering and shattering things of the world.

"Yingying, the blue fruit wine you brew is very delicious, and of course, the plum blossom wine made by the vines is also very delicious." Yue was incoherent, and Yingying didn't seem to want to deal with him.

"But I accidentally knocked it over, and I feel sorry in my heart."

"Thank you for the appreciation, it's okay if you knock it over." The warbler replied at once, picked up the mulberry branches that had not been completely burned on the ground, and threw them into the fire with all his might, the light of the flames shrouded them, and they couldn't see their faces clearly, of course, I was also shrouded in the firelight, but I was a bystander.

"Yingying, the master said that a new kind of fruit has been cultivated over there in Lingshan, purple, cultivated with blue fruit, which is not only beautiful, but also sweeter, very suitable for you to use to make wine, when I passed by there, I picked ......."

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yingying:

"I'm not going to make wine for you, blue fruit or purple fruit. Before, it was just that the master said that everyone should give some. ”

"I just picked some new fruit and wanted to bring it to you to taste,"

"No need." The warbler picked up the basket full of broken offerings and walked towards Kumata.

In the same place, only Yue Ji, who was stunned and stared at the back of the warbler, and me, who was watching coldly.

The moon in the sky was shrouded in a faint blood mist, and behind the gray clouds, was it a hidden god eating dinner? Do the gods need to eat dinner too? Still eating so much?

Wu Mata was with Youling at that time, talking and counting the musical instruments as usual, after Yingying walked over, he took out a bone flute that was broken by a third from the basket, Wu Mata took it, said a few words, and Yingying went back to continue cleaning up next to the fire.

Wu Yu and Youling are both depressed and clear, standing together is very harmonious, but the two have never pointed out anything, they didn't get along together when they were children, they are familiar with it when they grow up, and they slowly feel that there are more contacts in the deed, but it is just as light as water.

Wu Mata would always collect all kinds of rare pianos and flutes and send them to Youling, who would play and play in the valley, and the two would not talk much, the water was murmuring, and the music was insignificant, so they would spend a day in peace.

It's so faint that the water will flow for a long time.

When you are alone, you find that there are pairs of people around you, some are getting closer and closer, some are getting farther and farther away, and some people don't know that they are in the fate of the pairing.

The bystander can always see clearly, because the bystander is not in the puzzle.

Just like the boat on the water, Yun Yi sat on the bow of the boat to rest for a while, she looked up at the moon with a mysterious atmosphere, and Hui Lang naturally walked over and sat down beside her, Yun Yi naturally smiled, very simply, the two began to talk a lot, but at these times, the parties basically couldn't notice their changes.

Yes, the person concerned can't see the changes in himself, that is, I can't see what is happening to me now, I need a mirror, or another person to see through my puzzle, and I seem to understand something all of a sudden. Although the feeling of panic is clearer, the brain seems to be gradually clearing.

Suddenly, these days were muddy, and even the grogginess in the festival, it was as if I had been asleep, I looked around, the smoke was filled, the fire was soaring, the moon was like blood, and the sounds around me began to be noisy, in fact, the sound has always been like that, but I only hear it now.

I remember that I seemed to see Mo Li in the viewing platform during the day, but the viewing platform was empty now, and I quickened my pace to find Mo Li's trace. I instinctively followed the signal she had deliberately left behind.

On the edge of the cliff, she sensed my coming, and she turned around, and the small temple full of lights was like a huge light source, casting enough light on her, and her bright red dress shimmered brightly, as if she were the protagonist of this festival.

We looked at each other like this, and neither of us spoke.

The night we were hunted by the Spirit Hunter, we were also on the edge of this cliff, and she blocked the Spirit Eater Cone for me, and then she woke up and killed the Spirit Hunter, as if it had just happened.

She smiled mischievously, and turned around again, the wind from the loose skirt stirred the sand, she walked forward without hesitation, and soon, one foot was already in the void, I panicked and tried to stop her, but my throat could not make a sound, so I had to run, but in an instant her other foot had also walked out, and disappeared in front of my eyes, and my bulky body also fell forward in fright, and my hands supported the ground, but still fell painfully.

There seemed to be a whirring sound in the air, and I barely managed to hold up, and she had already spread her wings and flew into the sky, and I breathed a sigh of relief, and I felt like I was starting to be stupid again.

"She's got wings, how did I forget that?" I was babbling to myself.

I sighed as I looked down at my hands, and there were a lot of blood marks on them, and the wounds were stained with dust and sand. I checked to see if I still had any injuries to my hands and feet, and I was fine.

But after I fell to the ground, I didn't want to get up when I sat down after a busy day's work, so I adjusted my body and sat cross-legged in place. There is a careful cleaning of the sand and gravel from the wound on the hand.

Occasionally looking up at the sky, the wings were getting smaller and smaller, but still shining beautifully, and she was running to the moon, to the blood-mist-shrouded moon.

"Looks like we're in trouble this time." I shook my head, but I started to feel funny again, and after a long time, I was being teased by her.