Maybe this is the life I have always wanted, my parents are around, talking about the short things in the parents every day, as long as I open my eyes, I can see their faces, and there is no care for special patients all the time, but like normal family members, if I don't say a word, I will hammer me when I come up. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

If it weren't for such a broken body, I would have almost completely indulged in such an atmosphere, not thinking about extricating myself, and willingly sinking deeper and deeper, thinking about it, there have been a few days of enjoying such treatment over the years, and a few days of being with my parents.

Dad has an extra mantra these days: Do you think you are still the little tank with unlimited energy that you were not afraid of back then, you have the ability to get up and then toss our old couple all day long, you have the ability to continue to go out and hang out and don't come back, or your parents are good to you, come on, come on, get up and turn over by yourself, your mother's old bones can't turn you over.

The usual ending of this passage is to be counted down by the mother with his head down.

Warm days are always indulgent, maybe it's also because my waking days are getting shorter and shorter, and I feel that time flies quickly, and before I know it, I'm lying in bed for a month.

And on this day I was happy to find that I actually had a feeling for what happened in my dream, maybe it was the gradual weakness that made me begin to sigh and recall the time that had passed, and began to miss the people and things that had passed, I dreamed of Du Du, the years did not leave a trace on his face, it was still the same expression as before, that demeanor, and there was no change in clothing, it was still his style.

And the first reaction to dream of him is that I want to get up and fight him!

"You kid slept stupidly? Thought you were dreaming? The Governor slapped me on the head.

The slap hit me on the head, and a wave of pain spread, and I suddenly missed those days when I was seriously injured and dying, but what surprised me even more was how the governor could have found this place, he hadn't disappeared for a long time.

"I love to see you lying here like a dead dog." The Governor's face was full of excitement, and his parents' faces were not very good-looking, but he also knew that we people liked to make such jokes that were not serious. "Although I didn't beat this dead dog."

"Don't look like a dead dog now, but it's okay to beat you." I finally reacted, this is not a dream, it was really Du Du ran to my house, and now although I am weak, but some basic literacy still exists, I found some special breath in Du Du, not ordinary people can have, these years, he also has his own adventures.

"I don't have anything to do with bullying people who compare to dogs, okay, I have a lot to do, just see if you're alive." Du Du got up and was about to leave without saying a word, it's really strange, he winked at me naughtily, and couldn't help but feel a little chill on his body, his orientation should be fine, but if you think about it carefully, it seems that I haven't heard of him talking to a girl.

"What a good dream." The governor waved his hand, didn't look back, and walked away in style, looking at his back full of ambition.

Then I tried to tell my parents something interesting about the Governor, but a wave of sleepiness hit me and I fell asleep again.

The mountain that I wandered many times in my past life and this life, the place where most of my memories in this life took place, the mountain gate that I am a little afraid to go back to now, has become a lot newer, no longer immersed in a thick sadness, and a little more peaceful.

I looked at everything in front of me outside the mountain gate, trying to find something different from what I remembered. I was sure that this time it was really a dream, because I remembered everything that had happened before, and the governor came, said a few words, and left, and then I was surrounded by sleepiness and fell asleep.

The rapidity of this sleepiness seemed to urge me to fall asleep quickly to witness the scene in this dream.

Slowly walked into the main hall, because the door was open, you could see the two figures inside, three small blank plaques were placed on the long offering table, the old Tao seriously painted the mysterious lines on the first plaque, and the brush waved like a sword in his hand.

The former Taoist boy in the back has become an adult, with a long goatee neatly placed on his chest, and he looks carefully at the old Tao's handwriting.

After painting a picture, he took a breath, Lao Dao did not stop, and continued to start the painting of the second plaque, not caring about the fire of the previous plaque for no reason, and Dao Tong ignored it, his whole body and mind were devoted to Lao Dao's brushstrokes, and he didn't notice it at all.

In the blink of an eye, all three plaques were painted, but all of them were burned to ashes.

My dreams were burned out in such a blazing fire, not scorched, only warm.

When I woke up, the only time I didn't see my parents when I opened my eyes, they both caught the approximate time of my sleep, and this time the slumber quickly woke up, so they were busy with their own business.

Next to it was Jiang Fukai's long snoring, this person who was out of the day and night was in a hurry to recover his energy, and I just lay down, looking at the ceiling, thinking about the things in my dreams.

This is the only time these days that I remember what happened in the dream, what the dream represents, what the three paintings mean, why the fire broke out for no reason, I remember that the master once said that some lines rich in the way of heaven can not be easily painted, and even if they are painted, they cannot be preserved by anything that exists.

Painting on the ground may suddenly have a thunderbolt scattered, or the wind blows off, and the painting on the paper will immediately catch fire, no matter what the medium carrying such a pattern is, it will be quickly destroyed, so it is very difficult for such a thing to be inherited, so, are these things painted on the three plaques?

It's very esoteric to recall those lines, but if you think about them carefully, you can find some truths.

And whether the appearance of the governor has anything to do with this dream, after all, I have never known what happened in the dream, his mysterious appearance, and the departure of nerves, it is difficult for people not to connect.

"You're awake." I don't know when Jiang Fukai's snoring disappeared, and I didn't realize that he was looking at me with his eyes open until I spoke.

"Why don't you sleep?" I asked him.

"It's almost, it's time to get up." As he spoke, Jiang Fukai sat up and stretched, a little bored.

"You, go back to the master's gate, nothing happened, did you?" I hesitated to ask, he's been so quiet these days.

"Nothing." Jiang Fukai heard my question, and was about to get out of bed, but he sat where he was and stopped moving, "I just regret it, I should have gone back to Shimen earlier, maybe things won't develop the way they are now." ”

I didn't interject, just waited intently for Jiang Fukai's later words.

"Senior brother often goes back to Shimen, and he leaves long letters there, all of which are for me." A tear fell on the bed, leaving no tears on Jiang Fukai's face, "He said that I was a child who didn't know how to go home when I went out, so I would never go back to Shimen until he died, so I left those letters with confidence." ”

Pinching his somewhat blocked nose, Jiang Fu opened a muffled voice, "Senior brother has long been ready to die, and he began to regret it after walking that path, but it was too late, he could only be prepared to die and continue to walk hard, we always have to fight your master, and his goal has become to collect more information about your master." Your master's strength is completely unimaginable, knowing a lot of things that Senior Brother has done, and Senior Brother can't support him for long in front of him. ”

It can be seen that Jiang Fukai's mind is chaotic, and the things he said are also patchwork, and he is completely incoherent when he thinks of it, "Senior brother can only continue to pretend to be an enemy of us, because if he doesn't listen to your master, he will be killed, and for the sake of balance, there will be people on our side who will be killed by your master, and he is afraid that the person who will be killed is me, so he has always insisted." ”

"But why did Senior Brother have to be there to fight with us to the end that day, and why did he have to die? He has a lot of opportunities to leave. Snorting hard, Jiang Fukai said his question.

He didn't know that I was more uncomfortable than him, like a sharp blade, a little bit of carving on my heart, and every stroke could make my heart hurt and forget to beat.

When did man, his change, begin unconsciously? (To be continued.) )