The old horse woke up, sitting on the ground with blank eyes, and his mind was full of regret in Xiaowei's eyes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info She never resented herself until she died, but she regretted not being able to see herself again, and she couldn't accompany herself to the end.

Lao Ma is lucky, lucky to meet a girl who loves him so much in his lifetime. He was also unlucky, obviously gaining but losing, and experiencing the greatest pain in the world.

The Buddha said: There are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, resentment for a long time, can't ask for it, and can't let go.

For the old horse, nothing else mattered. His parents died when he was young, and his only grandfather died when he raised him until he was eight years old. He wanted to eat, worked as a gangster, and met a Mr. Yin and Yang by mistake, and learned the Yin and Yang art of half-hanging. He has endured all kinds of hardships, and he can endure all kinds of hardships. The only thing that can't be eaten is the death of this lover, separated by yin and yang.

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Looking at the wow-wah crying little stone who was beaten by his stern father with a broomstick, Qiao An shook his head and smiled bitterly, and subconsciously touched his buttocks, which seemed to be in a faint pain.

Uncle Li kept persuading his father to let go, just teach the child a lesson, you can't beat it like this, it should be bad.

The mother was silent, only hiding her face and crying, feeling sorry for her son, but she couldn't let him learn badly.

After the beating, the broom and pimples were all broken up before the father put down his hand, and the buttocks of the little stone were covered with red and purple bruises.

My father apologized to Uncle Li again and again, and took out the small amount of money in the family to compensate Uncle Li, but he didn't want to live or die. But his father wanted to be strong, so he had to give, and in the end Uncle Li took the money. But he remembered that in those days after that, Uncle Li always bought something he liked to eat and gave it to him, presumably he returned the money in this way. I remember that there were times when I was hungry and wanted to be beaten again, so that there would be delicious food again, but when I touched the faintly painful buttocks, I didn't dare to implement this idea.

Uncle Li left, and his mother cried and drugged herself. said that he wanted him to be motivated, obedient and not mischievous, and so on, at that time he promised, but he didn't listen much.

Joan looked at his mother, who had given him medicine, and walked out, and he saw his father sitting alone under the old locust tree in the courtyard smoking a dry cigarette.

When I walked in, my father's expression was so sad. Tears rolled down his weathered face, and he hurriedly wiped them away with his rough palms. He was distressed. No one knows how much he loves his children, how can he be willing to fight if he can't hold and protect him? But he can only do this for the sake of his children, he doesn't want his children to learn badly, so he can only play a strict father.

Jo Ann was silent, and in his memory her father had never shed a tear. No matter how difficult it was, my father always had a resolute expression. But on this day he shed tears because he had beaten his own child. As the saying goes, parents hit their children on their children, but the pain is in their hearts, and this sentence is not false.

Time passed slowly, and Joan has been living with them. Recalling the good times of the past, even if he had already realized that this was an illusion at this time, he didn't want to wake up.

In this way, Joan lived here for two years. For the past two years, he has been running around with his childhood self every day, and sometimes sitting quietly next to his parents. He seems to be used to such a life.

However, the day has come. He, remember, was the day he fell from heaven to hell completely. That day he ran alone to the mountains to pick wild fruits, because he got lost that night, and spent the night alone in the mountains in fear. I didn't get home until dawn the next day. But everyone in the family died.

The father's body is protected in front of the mother, and he wants to protect the mother. The fear in the eyes declares the horror experienced. I remember that time, he was silent for a long time. But he didn't shout, but quietly walked over and fell asleep in his father's arms. He slept peacefully, and it seemed that his father was still alive・・・・・・

The people in the village are all dead・・・・・・

It wasn't until a week later that Uncle Li's son returned from working in the countryside and called the police. The police were also stunned by the tragic situation in the village.

It wasn't until I searched the stone house that I found a stone that still smelled.

"Captain, there is still a living mouth here" Under the cry of a young policeman, Xiaoshi survived.

All this was seen by Joan from a bystander's angle. Didn't cry and roar like an old horse. He was calm, as if he was watching a movie that had nothing to do with him.

"What a poor boy・・・・・ "The gray-haired old captain sighed as he stroked the stone that had slept peacefully in his father's arms. From his experience, he could see that the stone crawled into his father's arms on its own after the death of his parents.

He didn't want to leave them. However, their bodies were rotting and stinking. They can't survive anymore.

The stone was taken away for treatment, and after a doctor's rescue and a period of hospitalization. The body of the stone is no longer in the way, but how can the pain in the heart be repaired.

He was adopted by the old captain, and the old captain's wife died early and had no children. He really feeds the stone as his own child, and even more doting.

Gradually, the stone became cheerful, and it seemed to be no different from a normal child. However, who would have discovered that under his cheerful smile was a monstrous hatred!

Looking at the scenes that had passed, Joan was very calm, just like at the beginning, she didn't cry or make a big noise. He knew he had something to do.

"It's time for this boring fantasy to end・・・・・・"

Leaving the illusion, the world swirled, and the vision gradually became clear from blur. The young emperor on the dragon chair in front of him looked at him with a smile. The resurrected Nie Jin's gaze also changed a little when he saw him.

Regarding Nie Jin's resurrection, Qiao An did not show any surprise or surprise. It's not that he already knows, it's that he doesn't care anymore. If you're not dead, you're not dead, what does it have to do with him.

"You've surprised me!" The young emperor looked at him with admiration.

Joan looked at him calmly and didn't speak. He looked at the old horse with blank eyes, and then at the night and the sky in the illusion. He sat down quietly, leaning against a pillar and watching them quietly.

After a while, Don Kong also woke up. His expression was still one of compassion for the world, and there was a dusty charm emanating from it, as if he had an epiphany.

He also experienced the joys and pains of his life, but just like then, he chose to inherit the will of his master. The original intention has never changed, and it has been branded since the time when I went up the mountain with the master.

Three people, three different attitudes. Collapse, calm, epiphany.

Now only the Night Dead has not woken up, and no one knows what he has seen. Darkness is followed by dawn, or endless darkness? No one can answer, it's just the way you choose.

Soon after, the Nightshade awoke. Just looking at his expression, it seems that there is no change, but like Dunkong, his temperament has changed a little, becoming deep and mysterious.

"I'm curious, what do you see?" The Young Emperor looked at the Night Immortal with a smile on his face, and he wondered what he saw in this only variable in the illusion.

"It doesn't matter what I see, what matters is what you want to see?" After waking up, the words of the night were a little mysterious, and this change made everyone's eyes sideways, including the old horse who had collapsed.

"You look a little different." The Young Emperor chuckled.

"I don't see you the same anymore." The eyes of the night mourners changed, not with contempt, without disdain, but as high as a god looking down on all beings.

"I hate the look in your eyes." The young emperor's eyes narrowed, and his eyes became cold. In his view, he alone has the right to despise all beings, and no one else cannot, let alone despise him.

"Chen Huaisheng." The Night Dead spoke flatly.

"You recognize me?!" The young emperor was surprised.

"The son of Chongzhen Emperor Zhu Youzhen and Chen, after the Qing soldiers entered the customs, he lived in seclusion in the Central Plains with his mother Chen, and changed his mother's surname. Later, he founded the Heaven and Earth Society and launched an anti-Qing restoration action. With the help of the former general Nie Jin, he once fought a land stalemate with the Qing government, but disappeared mysteriously after a few years. The Dragons of the Empty Heaven and Earth Society were leaderless, and their mother Chen was at the helm. ”

"What do you see? How do you know that?! Chen Huaisheng squinted his eyes, his cold glow was undisguised, and his murderous aura was exposed.

"I see it, I can see it." Mysterious and mysterious, nowhere to be found.

"That's true, but I don't care about that. What I care about is you, and you are willing to follow me. Chen Huaisheng smiled: "Are you willing to follow me?" I must have seen my power, and I can help you recover the regrets in your hearts. Recover the lost. ”

A bombshell was thrown, and the old horse suddenly raised his head, his eyes showing fanaticism. Qiao An's calm face was also a little moved, but then he pressed it down.

The sky and the night were calm and unmoved.

"Don't you regret it? Lovers, friends, parents・・・・・ they left you, but you can never chase them back, never see each other again. I have the strength to meet you. ”

The old horse's breathing became short, and he was about to agree. A palm pressed against his shoulder.

Joan didn't speak, but took the old horse by the shoulders and led him to the terrace outside the palace.

"Look!" The two stood on the edge of the railing, and Joan pointed to the village from which they came.

"See? Don't you feel familiar with the appearance of those villagers? How our loved ones are gone. Remember? Joan glanced at the old horse, "Look at these villagers, think about those wandering spirits under the willow tree." Are you sure you want to trust this kind of person? ”

"I, I want to see her~" The old horse's voice trembled.

"He's only letting you see illusions, and you'd rather indulge in fantasies than face reality?"

"I'm in pain~" The old horse covered his head.

"I don't know what you saw, but I should have guessed that you lost someone important, because I was too, didn't I."