I followed her up to the top floor of the mall. This floor is occupied by a video arcade and a children's playground, and the sound of mountain music mixed with the chirping of children is full of ears, and there is a crack in the roof of the shed. She stood on the edge of the children's playground for a long time, staring at the children who were rollerblading and riding electric wooden horses, as calm as a jade carving. I did see that the warmth of life and the euphemistic emotional line given by the carving knife were not on the distant shores of the Mediterranean, but right in front of me.

For some reason—I can understand that I should have mistaken someone—a little boy of five or six years of age who was rollerblading, and like a little swallow, skated in front of her and stopped, tilting his head to see that she had leaned over his face. The little boy looked at her with shiny eyes, felt her eyes, nose, mouth, and white fur collar, and then returned to her eyes. This is a face-to-face gaze, can the little boy see her eyes? After a few seconds, the little boy smiled with his pearly teeth, and she smiled back. This shallow smile was the only time she showed it, although it was shallow, but I felt that it was very deep and full of warmth. The little boy glanced at me before turning away. He must have discovered me, the voyeur.

Small children are sensitive and easy to spot. In the world of appearances, nothing can deceive the eyes of children; In the invisible world, not everything can block their view. Children are shuttlers between two different dimensional worlds, and they can always see things that adults can't see and experience experiences that adults can't understand. In fact, children always crave adults to give them what they see and experience, and to give answers, but adults always disappoint children. It's not that adults are impatient and inactive, it's that ignorant adults are powerless. If you are not in the same world, and you don't have a pair of discerning eyes, how can you have the opportunity to communicate with each other? The realization of the exchange of ideas is still a major problem for human science and technology, and the existing language of human beings is still too rough and shallow, and it is difficult to express the general mental code, so how can more complex ideas be accurately described? Even if children say something, it will not expose the ignorance of adults and dissolve the stubbornness of adults who are stubborn and lonely due to habits. In a world where adults cover the sky with one hand, children are lonely.

However, as they grow older and the ability to draw increases, they are deprived of their vision. This deprivation is the price that must be paid for growth, otherwise it is extremely detrimental to growth, and there is even a huge risk.

After looking at the little boy gliding briskly like a swallow in the field for a while, she left the children's playground and stood in front of the guardrail of the outer hall of the children's playground and looked down into the hall below. I also moved to the guardrail and looked down: in the hall, the steady stream of people was like quicksand, surging in all directions, full of life. When I remembered it, when I first entered the mall, I saw a sign that said that the whole market will be on sale after 11 o'clock, and the night market will be open tonight. This is the person who can't wait, come in advance to estimate and occupy a place.

It's a picture of the common people going to the pit, where is the merchant hiding in the mouth and laughing? I won't be calculating a considerable amount of income while mockingly telling the truth: what you buy is never what you sell. I hope that in the surging crowd after 11 o'clock, there will be a few demolition households and nouveau riche households, and it would be better if there were coal bosses and real estate developers. In this way, the average loss of expenditure can appear smaller. This is the idea of this little citizen, and she will not have such a thought when she looks down quietly - there are no such rules in her world. She should only feel the vitality and joy that is coming up from below.

The current fireworks in the world don't seem to be very attractive to the fox fairy, because she didn't go to the food area to wander around, and when she passed by the food area, she didn't look over there, and hurried over. But after leaving the mall, she turned to a large hotel, stood under a plane tree opposite the hotel, and looked out into the lobby on the first floor. The floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the hall are clean and clean, and the situation in the hall is unobstructed. It should be a wedding dinner, dozens of large round tables are full of people, the scene is hot, and the collective eating and drinking are combined to create a seamless intimacy between loved relatives and friends. Looking at Shun's eyes, he suddenly felt that no matter how far away there was no smoke of war, the world was peaceful. Oh, a soup spoon with bright lights, pushing cups and changing lamps, and dancing chopsticks rising and falling, interpreting another kind of ukiyo-e. Men and women indulged in sensual pleasure struggle to fill the energy of advancement towards old age and death.

In fact, when people eat and drink, they don't know why they eat and drink, thinking that it is for the comfort of the mouth and tongue and the satisfaction of the stomach and intestines, so that life can thrive in this comfort and satisfaction. This is the illusion, and the truth is that in order to age and die faster. Although there won't be a few people who want to agree. If you ask me, how can this be? I can't say why, this is just my retelling, retelling the silent revelation and the transmission of the heart on the fox fairy. But the world is not all foolish people, there are people who understand. For example, the master who can say "eat one meal less meal" is a person who understands.

After turning a few more popular places, the night quickened its sinking, the noise began to subside, and the city and its people finally felt tired. I don't know if she knows, the few people who can afford to toss are still tossing in a closed place; Most people who can't afford to toss have to go home and continue to toss, and they all have to toss anyway. Tossing is proof that the backbone and body of modern man are still alive. In the past, it was called the proof of human nature, but now it is called the proof of the flesh, and when it is mixed into the big plate now, there is no metaphysical or metaphysical difference. This is a depraved era that despises nature and destroys it, and it is better to bury them than to toss them up in the fallen era.

She knew, she knew for sure. None of the things in the world can be hidden from the fox fairy.

At night, she came to an ancient building and stood with her face up. The tall ancient building silently looked down on her, as if in dialogue with her. Is it déjà vu, or is it a reunion? The upturned eaves squatting beast, after the rain and the wind blow, are still intriguing, but this fixed dynamic, how many stories can be cracked in her heart? In her heart, how many stories are intricate? How did her past life relate to this ancient building? The pink walls, pillars, floor tiles, and carved windows in the ancient buildings have absorbed her breath and her thoughts? If so, in which year was it? How many years have it been since that year? What had she seen in this ancient building? Luxury and dignity, a feast of good days, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the warmth of the Spring Festival, of course, the most indispensable thing is ruthless killing. The father slaughters the son, the son kills the father, the king kills the minister, the minister destroys the king, the strange circle that can't be jumped out, the cycle that can't be choked, the fate created by oneself, will always be the winner of the maker himself, and he will win without any mercy.

Begonia trees, can you still see them coming out of the walls? Do they still have the brilliance of their lives? It's not all as hideous as the hanged ghosts, right? A few years ago, the witnesses who happened to bump into them saw only five figures, and before they could see their faces, they were so frightened that they crawled and fled. In the later transcripts, only one sentence was valid: five, lined up and out of the wall, fluttering. However, there is no record in the official history, but it is mentioned in folk rumors: in early spring, all five of them were strangled to death under the begonia tree, and they did not find out whether they were wronged or not before they died. The youngest Ying'er had just turned nineteen years old, and because she was the heroine's favorite person, she had to go to Huangquan. However, she didn't know what kind of mortal crime the heroine committed, and she didn't have much intersection with the four women who were executed together, let alone an accomplice. According to rumors, Ying'er was the most quiet before she died, because when she learned that she had to die, she accepted her fate, feeling that she was destined to be strangled to death by Bai Duandai at this hour of the day. There is no need to say more about this obscure matter.

Time doesn't go back,

The past can only emerge in consciousness.

I saw the lazy night breeze ruffling her hair, like a word, like a sound.

Hair

Hair full of elasticity,

connected to "Jin Se",

Hua Nian's thoughts,

One string and one column.

Suddenly, it seemed to be in the ethereal music, I saw the history behind her. - Despite the infinite desolation, the long years, and the decay of life after life, they cannot reduce the fullness of youth that has been solidified. Maybe she has gone through a thousand years, and the youth in her body has followed her for a thousand years; Perhaps it is the following of youth that she can go through the millennium. If she hadn't had the youth to follow, she might have stopped walking long ago. For her, walking without the companionship of youth is superfluous.

A thought came to mind, and as the thought magnified, my soul and my body tilted towards this thought: if I dared to stand with her against her back, the softness and warmth released by the fullness of youth would surely melt me into her history.

Late at night, she slowly turned around and left the ancient building. Feel her slowly moving footsteps, leaving a lingering attachment with strict dimensions. The silent ancient building seemed to open its sleepy eyes, and looked at her alone and left without words.

When she turned around slowly and thoughtfully, her face in the darkness of the night was still unusually clear, as if there was a pillar of light. But where did a pillar of light come from? Although the lights of the city around the ancient buildings have not become weak due to the deep night, the light transmitted by the air has been scattered into light particles, like haze and dust abandoned by the wind.

This is the luminescence of the self, a pillar of light that gathers itself. This pillar of light carries the joys and sorrows of past and present lives, as well as the unswerving ideals of death. Even the most brutal tsunami cannot extinguish it. An incomprehensible eternity on earth, beautiful, and independent. Of course, this is a collection in my own head. But how can we not push the blooming emotions into the scope of extreme beauty and push them to the sublime that is proud of the world!?

This incomparable face, even if you only get a glimpse of the size of a coin, will make you understand what it means to be beautiful. But I didn't quite understand the makeup on her face - the first time I saw her, it started. In the dark clarity of the night, I became less and less understanding. In the world, this kind of makeup belongs to the non-mainstream, and its purpose of being unconventional and meteorological, is to arouse people's curiosity and attract people's attention through this sense of alternativeness. But she is an alternative herself, is it necessary to emphasize her sense of otherness through non-mainstream appearance? She should have come to the world to appreciate the sense of likeness, not the other way around.

Could it be that she deliberately used this makeup to highlight her coldness, so that those who saw through her could see her attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away? It doesn't seem necessary. For example, beauty has reached the level of worrying the heart and pinching the liver, and it has become the moon in the water, the flower in the mirror, the world can only be hoped for but not reached, and existence is equivalent to nothingness. But "that's the end" can't be ruled out either. What may be needed is to put the person who has seen through it in an unattainable situation, so that the eternal regret and eternal thought can be implanted in the thoughts of the person who has seen through, and with the passage of time, it will not die for a long time.

She walked north, and after crossing a few streets, her pace began to pick up. It's not an ordinary speed, at this speed, it would take ordinary people two hours to travel, and she could finish it in less than half an hour. But I was able to keep up. I've been hiking a lot, but I've never walked so fast – I can't walk if I want to. I understand that she gave me a leg boost.

After crossing a ring road bridge, we arrived at the northern suburbs. After walking further north for about ten minutes, there was no light in sight.