Wenxi and I have already decided that we will never return to that place in our lives since the day we set off.

"Life has no roots, drifting into the dust, scattered and wind-turning, this is not a very body." Wenxi and I laughed. Wandering the world and grazing white clouds is the plot of martial arts novels, but the two of us are about to live such a life.

We have been to the tomb of the overlord after the repair, and we have also been to the hometown of the overlord, isolated from thousands of years of time and space, silently praying for the heroes who have pulled out the mountains and covering the world, listening to the local people telling the folklore of the battle of the giant deer in the past and the present, and listening to the humming Chu song that may also have the charm of Chu at that time, I let Wen Xi play a piano, Wen Xi teased that it was Zheng Kai's rude voice that he could sing the taste of Chu Ge. When I think of the crazy actions at the school anniversary, I can't help but smile faintly, I think about it, Yu Ji's poems, I sang them by myself, but Zheng Kai has always been dubbing.

I went to the filming place of "Farewell My Concubine" again, the Summer Palace, Mei Lanfang's former residence, Confucius Temple, the People's Theater, and also went to the place where my brother's soul was forever thanked at that time, the still prosperous and lively hotel, but I don't know how many people still remember that the blood was splashed here back then.

Wen Xi and I, especially him, were full of literary and artistic cells, and when I was satisfied with my interest in visiting ancient times, he took me to the filming location of Dream of Red Mansions, visited Cao Yin's former residence, and even told me some ancient poems with great interest.

For example: "Peach Blossom Lake is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun to send me love", so we went to Peach Blossom Pond in Jing County, Anhui Province, the water is long, the eternal love is deep, singing on the lips, but there is always a different charm, we look at each other and smile.

Another example: "Floating clouds wander the child's meaning, the sunset is the old love", so Wenxi stubbornly placed this poem as the story of Li Bai and a friend, and also took me to ancient Chang'an and swam the bell and drum tower there.

Also: "It is the good scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and the season of falling flowers is a good time", so Wenxi implicitly told the story of Tang Xuanzong and Li Guinian, and then arranged the threesome of Du Fu and Li Guinian, we went to Tanzhou, Hunan, and the two also cosplayed, he played the dying old Du Fu, and I played the depressed Li Guinian of Xuanzong Nanxing, and the two laughed and cried after the performance.

For example: "Life and death are broad, talk with Zicheng, hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son", so we stood in the hot land of Gushao County, now Tangyin County, Henan. On the whim, he composed a song for the famous passage in the Book of Songs, Drumming, and hummed it with me. I sang a few words and then stopped singing, it was really a soft voice, and it couldn't reach my ears, and Wen Xi's voice, although it was not as big as Zheng Kai's almost rude voice, Zhao Yuan's vigorous and vigorous, but deep and powerful, desolate and loud.

I took his hand and asked with a smile, are we like this, are we holding the hand of the son, and we are old with the son?

Wenxi smiled lightly and said, when we grow old together, we will hold hands together and grow old together.

Yes, he is still like that, for the things of a lifetime, he firmly believes that unless the two of them die at the same time, it is not a lifetime. Brother Yun Che and Sister Ziping's letters, he always asked Hongyan to send them to different places, and he had his own magic method to get them, when he read them, sometimes he was crying, sometimes laughing happily, however, he was always sad, he didn't believe in that life.

I know that he used to have such thoughts about the two of them, one is Zhao Yuan, but he married Shu Xiaoman as his wife, and the other is Zhang Dong, he thinks that he is very selfish and never seems to have loved Zhang Dong, but he has given him endless hope, this endless hope, in Zhang Dong's opinion, may be naked irony and eternal despair. He promised Zhang Dong a lifetime, three hundred and sixty years, in the end, not a minute or a second, can be fulfilled after making a promise.

That recording, Wen Xi has always kept by his side, often reminding himself how Zhang Dong died at the hands of his Uncle Hongxuan, and he often thinks that Uncle Hongxuan committed suicide by drinking bullets in the early morning of the day he killed Zhang Dong. At that time, Zhao Yuan and Shu Xiaoman were in G City and got married.

After wandering around the country, we went abroad again.

Cambodia's Angkor Wat, thousands of years of time, the city's forest, leaving his piano sound and my footprints. The Erawan Shrine in Bangkok, Thailand, leaves us with sincere or absurd prayers, hoping that no one in the world will remember us again. We left behind a wreath of vanilla, the soot of the candle, like the heart of Wenxi.

In the windmill village of the Netherlands, we looked at the water, windmills, lavender gardens, even the sky, running in it, like a dream. The hermitage of the people in the village, our listening to their stories, the music in the moonlight, and even the impromptu singing and dancing of a few people holding hands, are everywhere traces of our same people.

In the Mexican highlands, the grass is green and fragrant, and we see the same wild animals as us, chasing and playing in the wild, and the phoenix is flying.

Alaska, Denali Peak, the Northern Lights, the interweaving of disillusionment and rebirth, suddenly, the world is like a dream.

Finally returned to China, came to an unknown small temple in the west, looked at the wheel prayer flags every day, read the helplessness and sadness of Cangyang Gyatso, and chased a seemingly never-arriving "live up to the truth." ”

A song, a broken soul, the beginning of spring, the midsummer light year, the autumn rain falls, and the cold spring is cold. Two years of time, two years of indescribable separation, but it is also an endless thought for the two of us.

When Wenxi had no intention of opening the news of Xiaocheng and had no intention of paying attention to Zhao Yuan's Weibo, I heard him cry very sadly.

I don't know if he is crying about Xiaoman's departure, or crying about the loss of his mother since his two children were young, or if he hurts his life experience, and feels the confusion of fate.

In short, I know that such a comfortable and sad, lonely and warm time will eventually be gone.

Wenxi began to send things to the three children in the small town.

Wenxi was a lot lax, and once called Hongyan and almost forgot to start the IP modification.

I don't know if it was Wanxin's or An An's idea, or Zhao Yuan's desperate bet.

All the people of the year remember Wenxi, and all the people of the year got together.

Everyone, all declared, this year's Tanabata.

Zheng Kai and Chen Wanxin's wedding ceremony, Yun Che and Zhu Ziping's 10th wedding anniversary, Zhang An'an and Wang Hui's wedding ceremony. What's more, Wenxi's mother, Huang Xiya and his father Lin Ziwei's 30th wedding anniversary.

Especially when he saw the photo of his mother, Wen Xi almost cried to death, that is, the biological mother he hadn't seen for eleven years! The gentleness and kindness on her face, her kindness, and her embrace all made Wenxi linger in the past, and it became an inexhaustible heart of feedback at this moment.

All the coincidences twisted into a huge invisible force at this moment, calling Wenxi's return.

Ren and his heart are like steel, and he has become a water that is thousands of miles long.

I knew he wanted to go back, and I knew that he looked at me with an indescribable worry in his eyes.

I naturally don't want to be between Zheng Kai and Wanxin, they will definitely be very good to me, so good that I can't reciprocate, but my existence will only make them recall again and again the thousands of holes in their hearts, I don't want to, that's the meaning of my existence.

Naturally, I would not be willing to return to my hometown, and under the repeated incomprehension and urging of my family, I insisted on refusing to get married.

I, Gu Xi, don't seem to exist in this world.

A summer rain came unexpectedly. I lied to Wenxi, saying that I was going to buy something in town, Wenxi sat in front of the computer, and kept thinking about looking at the pictures one by one, which were originally his life and his memories.

Thinking of the rain when Wen Xi was a child, when the rain fell, even if he was carried by Zhao Yuan, the world was hazy.

This rain, it was raining heavily, all over the world, and I was standing under the street lamp at the crossroads, longing for the street lamp of the day, to be able to light up.

Maybe it's not dark enough for the street lights to light me.

Raising his head and looking at the lamp hat, it was so quiet that it was hiding in the corner and secretly laughing at me, laughing at my male body and daughter's heart, laughing at my male body and daughter's appearance, and now, I don't even have my appearance.

It's ridiculous, a dead thing, I can make a lot of emotion about it.

Squatting under the street lamp, I looked up, I didn't know the translucency of the dark clouds, but the auspicious light outside the sky?

It's cold, it's summer, and it looks like I'm going to be a little match girl.

This man, Wenxi stood beside me, under the umbrella, there was a warm clear sky. That moment of clear sky shattered my heart.

I have long known that in addition to being able to hold herself for warmth, Wenxi can also keep me warm.

"Actually, even if you don't go back, it's fine." Wen Xi said slowly.

I hurriedly picked up my broken heart and stitched it back together bit by bit.

"Wenxi, I won't run away. In addition to a love word, there is a lot of love in this world, right? I stood up and grabbed him with a smile: "Wenxi, even if I'm alone somewhere now, I've learned to warm myself by myself." It's warm to hold yourself, isn't it? What's more, there will still be you in this world in the future! ”

Wenxi hugged me tightly.

If I wander alone in the rivers and lakes, I think I would like to, but Wenxi will definitely set off again and always look for me.

I decided to go back and bury everything in my heart. Everyone has done so much for me, and it is impossible for me to live for myself in this life. For the smiling faces, for the people who care about me.

"I'm sorry." Wen Xi's voice was in his ears, and it seemed to come from the distant sky.

Not because of what is about to pass, but what I will get and what I deserve to be changed.

I understood him in this moment. This is a man's love for a man, not a woman's love for a man.

The abandonment of one man is the growth of another man.

Originally, I was not the nine-year-old child who was mentally old.

Wenxi painted a picture for me, which has been hanging in my private kitchen restaurant in a small town ever since.

The person in the painting, the scars on the face, from the original twisted worms, form a beautiful butterfly.

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