Sun Meng wanted to take a step, but suddenly saw Bai Mo sit down in front of the wooden fish, gently wiped it on the wooden fish with one hand, and muttered to himself: "Muyu, Muyu, I beat you every day, you told me to calm down, and finally I can find the scattered heart, I have a mallet wooden fish thousands of times a day, you seem to have a sound of gurgling water, wave after wave, surging clear and clean in my heart, but how many years have passed, and I still can't take my heart." The Buddha said that as long as you cultivate a heart, one day you will become holy and enlightened, but I have beaten you for a thousand years, and after all, I still can't get out of my own shackles. How can my troubled and turbulent heart get rid of its afflictions? A restless and scarred heart? I'm tired, very tired, you look at you, you've been with me for many years, and now I understand that only you understand my heart best, the most relieve my suffering, I want to go with you, this love is too bitter, this waiting for the chief of space, I, I can't bear it anymore. Let me stay in your heart from now on, and no longer be sad about the love in this world, if a soul does not die, it will still be trapped by love after all, right? Such an indefinite blank waiting is really frightening, the heart is cold, it is better for you to seal me, I snuggle in your heart, let my soul be soothed in your chest, no longer rest, I am such an unbearable existence. ”

As he spoke, he leaned forward, and the wisps of green smoke above his head floated towards the wooden fish, and before Sun Meng had time to react, he could only watch him, like gravity, the whole person was absorbed into it, and in just a moment, he disappeared.

A touch of dust and smoke, thousands of wisps of smoke, haggard, withered. A person in his life, dreams become smoke, melancholy becomes sadness, few and lonely, and finally despair turns into smoke and disappears.

She suddenly came to her senses, and screamed in shock: "Bai Mo ........" ”

When she walked to the front, she involuntarily stretched out her hands to grab the green smoke, but she could only helplessly watch the last wisp of green smoke disappear, her heart ached, it turned out that it was not that she was not sad, but that she was desperate.

Everything was frozen, the surroundings were surprisingly quiet, the silence was terrifying, and she could even clearly hear her own breathing and heartbeat. He stroked the wooden fish with both hands, hugged his chest again, and cried bitterly.

It turned out that she would also shed tears for him, the vague and clear in her heart, the clear and vague past, generally crossed her heart, like the morning mist on the surface of the river, she could see it, but it was vague, and it always existed, such a feeling, if it was not imprinted in the past, what would it be?

She lightly picked up the glandablet on the side, became sad, and knocked towards the wooden fish, once, twice, three times, and again, and her mouth changed from slow to urgent, and kept saying: You come out, you come out, you come out, you come out, I beg you, come out, come out.......

The inexplicable sadness in her heart, she knew that she and him, perhaps, had a relationship in the past, which was both real and illusory, and true and true.

The emptiness at this moment is long, and it turns out that it is lost, and you will know that there is a person who is always silently behind him, no matter how the world changes, he can always give you a warm light.

"White ink, white ink, white ink, where are you? You come out, don't be like this, you come out, I, I believe in you, do I believe in you, you can come out, can you hear it? You reply to me, you come out, come out....... She kept slapping the wooden fish, and she cried into tears.

But no matter how she yelled, Bai Mo never responded to her again.

Looking at everything that was suddenly empty, even the air instantly quieted down, and she felt the desolation around her. I couldn't help but look at the hut in the distance, and saw that the sea of fiery red flowers was rowing through like a small boat in my heart, and it gradually became clear that the frolicking appearance of the past appeared in her mind, and she trembled for a moment.

It turned out that the real past really existed in the bottom of her heart, and it appeared in front of her like an unveil, but it was only when everything was irretrievable that she woke up and remembered.

She sat on the ground, crying helplessly, once, he was like the sea of flowers, giving him incomparably gorgeous, not afraid of the heat and always enthusiastic, she was suddenly afraid, lonely, her thoughts were chaotic, like a golden basket full of spirits, in the intoxication, confused in her mind, tormented in pain.

Bai Mo's fiery and persistent feelings, finally turned into green smoke and disappeared when the search was fruitless, and no longer flowed in endless distress!