PS: A brief explanation about the late update time. During this period of time, I got up at seven o'clock every day to study, and all day except for nap time, I was doing questions and reading books, and my mind was full of these. After eating in the evening, I locked myself in the room and turned off the light and lay on the bed, dizzy in the dark, I didn't want to write, I didn't feel it at all. So, it takes some time to find the feeling. If you don't feel it, what you write is rubbish, so it's better not to write it. So, it's late to write, it's late to update naturally, and it's really sorry~~ In addition, there is something going on tomorrow, maybe the update will be a little later, so you don't have to wait.

"What are you talking about, this is energy, very strong energy!" The anti-colored individual stretched out his hands and smiled at Yang Qi, and the infinite black qi in the palms of his hands condensed like a beating black fire: "There is no right or wrong in energy, what is right and wrong is people; there is no right or wrong in guns, what is wrong is the hand holding the gun--isn't this what you have always believed? Isn't this your morality? Why, now you are starting to slap yourself in the face?"

Yang Qi looked at the mirror image opposite with complicated eyes, he suddenly took a deep breath, and then raised his hands and opened his five fingers at the other party with a blank look in his eyes. As his thoughts turned, the world began to vibrate and roar, and invisible ripples rippled and resonated, squeezing towards the reversed individual.

"Hahaha, what do you want to do? Kill me?" The antagonist stretched out his arms without resistance: "Don't be stupid, what do you think I am? An alien monster, or a split second personality? No, no, no, I am you, I am part of you! Think of yourself talking to yourself in the mirror when the pain was unbearable. I'm the one in the mirror. I said it. That's what you said. ”

"Even so. So what?" Yang Qi's main consciousness eyes were cold: "I can't talk to the mirror all the time, and I can't be trapped in the mezzanine of memories forever, so I have to smash this mirror!" With his thoughts, more and more powerful forces surged towards the anti-colored individual, so that mirror-like borders even began to appear around that body, and cracks began to appear on the mirror surface.

But the body still didn't panic, he just looked this way. There was a hint of pity in his eyes in mockery: "Smash? Okay, smash it." But then? Back to a state of ruthlessness and lovelessness, turning a blind eye to anyone's good intentions? Aren't you a hurtful bastard at that time?"

Yang Qiyan's eyes flashed when he heard this, his movements slowed down, and he hesitated.

The black and white upside-down eyes of the anti-color individual showed a sad look: "You are very powerful, your mental power is strong enough, you can separate a few thoughts, a few ideas, a feeling, and a memory, and you can seal, ban, or destroy miè." But then what? Tell me about it. What are you going to do about embroidered jade? You can say you're ignorant. But now, can you still make a fool of yourself? Do you just say that when the time comes, you can only say 'I only treat you as a friend?'

"This ......" Yang Qi finally froze.

"What I didn't get back, I can't give it back. You have kneaded the concept of 'love' into me along with those memories, and then you can ban it, and you will be able to shake off all the baggage and forget everything you want to forget. In the future, you can embrace the world without emotion with a smile - but you left me in an endless reincarnation!" Yang Qi, who was in the opposite color, suddenly became excited, he knocked on the border of the mirror, and he gritted his teeth and glared at Yang Qi.

"You are sensible, you are mature, you are free, you are detached, you have shown the world the most perfect side of yourself, but you have thrown the most fragile, the most naïve, and the most sensitive things to me!" He struggled and roared, and black water suddenly welled up in his eyes, and he choked up: "You look at the world with a smile, but I can only cry and look at myself! Do you think I am fake? I sue you, your smile is also false and fake!"

Yang Qi, his hands trembled. The surging power began to fade, and he stared deeply at himself in the mirror, and he suddenly couldn't do it.

He knew that what the other party said was right.

That is also oneself, a conglomerate of emotions that oneself forcibly separated.

"If you can really be justified and feel that you can do it once and for all, then why don't you answer me a question?"

"This ......"

"You used to like to dance, why don't you dance anymore?"

"I ......"

"You used to be in your prime and energetic, why did you become like this later?"

Yang Qi was shocked, he was too familiar with the person in the mirror. The man had a meticulous business head, a crisp suit and a nice tie, and a pair of glasses on his face, like a successful business person. But look at those tired and numb eyes, look at the fat belly, look at the backbone that is very straight, but can't find the spirit.

Under the patterned business momentum, there is an empty and decadent heart.

That's right, this person is him. He resigned from the company in 2013, went to a new unit, met new people, started a new job, and then he became like this: a walking corpse whose skin and soul were crumbling.

Yang Qi looked at his eyes in the mirror, and his consciousness suddenly went deep into that black memory, reliving that period of his life, which can be called the lowest stage of his life. Memories docked again, and untouched parts came back to me.

In the material world, Yang Qi suddenly shook his body. His skeletal muscles are all functioning and adjusting, his height is decreasing, his muscles are shrinking, and fat is quietly accumulating. It's like he has turned on a reverse gear, and he has changed back to his former self. When he opened his eyes, he was no longer a chosen one, nor was he a strong man, he was just the most ordinary young man, a young man like you and me, who fell into the pit and couldn't climb out.

Yang Qi subconsciously began to move around. He walked into the crowd and turned a blind eye to everything he saw and deaf to what he heard.

His sense of time was blurring.

Memory, in play. He began to experience. Those things that have been experienced.

That year. Young elites who have worked hard, excited, dared to put forward new ideas, dared to break theorems and had the courage to practice. Begin to bow to the mundane, begin to give in to the rules. Because, his reason is telling him to look away, to go out, and to work hard, but his heart can no longer find a reason to work hard.

He lost motivation.

I used to work so hard and make money, just so that one day I could drive that person with my ambitions. In that half a day, he dreamed of a qiē: maybe it was commuting to work, maybe it was a free trip. Maybe it's a weekend trip to the supermarket for a shopping spree. Just drive it yourself, don't bother too much, because there is a navigator in the passenger seat. She said where to go, she just spit and laugh, and then put her foot on the gas - okay, let's go - just go.

But now, even if you buy Ruizhi, who will open it?

Therefore, I no longer envy those cars, and I walk wherever I go.

I used to be so complacent and proud to sing and dance. For the admiration of a pair of eyes and the applause of a pair of hands. In those half days, he longed for a qiē: perhaps an elegant waltz. Maybe it's a hot samba, or maybe it's a funny square dance with your head shaken. I have to spend a little bit of my brain in this regard, because I have to start from scratch and teach that person the rhythm of two, three, cha cha, and one. Then, as soon as the hand pulls—come—the man will be pulled into his arms with a spin of his feet.

But now, no matter how good your voice is and how good your dance steps are, who can you tell and who you can see? Even if you make up your own excellent dance steps, who can you learn them?

Therefore, I no longer speak, I no longer move my legs, and I have never told my new colleagues that I know these things.

I used to work so hard to exercise and exercise, in order to let myself have a strong body to hit the peak of life. In that half a day, I planned a qiē: I would never let the people around me live aggrieved and tight. As a man, he wants to use stronger shoulders to hold the lives of the two people higher, so that the two of them can see a wider world and breathe more free air. If one day she is tired and wants to rest, and she says to her, "Leave for a few days, and I will feed you—it must be very sweet.

But now, who am I going to hold up for?

Can you support the sloppy life of "a piece of white rice for five, meat for ten yuan, and Chinese cabbage for two yuan a tree, and you can eat two or three days in one meal together"?

"It doesn't matter if there is a kettle or not, the gas is boiling." It doesn't matter if there is an electric baking pan or not, the iron pot is soldered. It doesn't matter if you have eggs or not, it's not too little if you don't eat them. Insomnia and sleep late can not sleep at night, two drops of eye drops in the morning, one qiē is fine. "Days of chaos?

Those delicate utensils in the kitchen, those tools that may not be easy to use and need to be improved, I don't care at all, I care who uses them. He originally hoped that someone could pick and nag in the family, and he believed that it was also a taste of happiness. But now, there are only too lazy pots and pans to wash and featureless chopsticks in the kitchen.

By the way, that pair of chopsticks will stay in that bedroom forever. I didn't ask for it anymore, and I left something on it with it.

Of course, not all memories are black.

In the muddies of swamps, there is also an occasional splash of clear water.

The fragments of memories that didn't have time to be released began to shine back in their final glory.

Monday, 8/20/12, he remembers. After work, I drove her to the supermarket. That day, she was extremely excited, looked left and right, bought a lot of delicious food, and claimed to cook a good meal. I found that she was particularly interested in a fluffy floor mat painted with a knife and dog pattern, and her heart suddenly moved, so she repeatedly advised her not to spend money in vain, not to buy it, and to shop around or go online to see if there was a more suitable one.

After her own persuasion, she finally gave up the idea of buying. Riding all the way back to her apartment, she said she started cooking right away and was up to eat in half an hour.

I said, okay, I'm just going to buy something else, half an hour is enough to go back and forth.

Then, he ran all the way downstairs, got on the bike and ran. That's right, I just want to buy that mat! Stop her, because she is too strong to accept her own payment on the spot. And he rode his bicycle wildly, rushed forward despite fatigue, and lied all kinds of complications, just to buy it for her! For no reason, I just wanted to do it!

He remembers that day. The rear wheel of his bicycle creaked and flicked his tail to turn. How shocked the uncle who was riding next to him.

He remembers. On that day, when I turned the corner and faced due west, the sunset in the west was so beautiful and beautiful, and the glory seemed to shine into my heart.

He remembered that day, he was panting for breath, and in order not to make her suspicious, in order to surprise her, he desperately tried to get back to the apartment within the half-hour deadline. Whizzing on the bike. I've never felt like a bike is so heavy and slow. In the midst of exhaustion, there is an endless amount of power that continues to pour out from the depths of the body.

He remembered that that day, when he gave her the mat, her expression of surprise, surprise, and surprise, as well as the sentence: "How do you know it's my birthday!"

He remembered that day, he was smiling so much - because he didn't even know it was her birthday!

Fate, what a coincidence to the magic.

He remembers, September 12. Squeeze yourself into the shuttle.

He was in a reverie all of a sudden, grinning silly in his reverie: Maybe she'll give me something in return for my birthday, too? If I really want a gift, what do I need?" he looked himself up and down, and suddenly realized—oh, yes, my backpack. The backpack is still HP's laptop bag when I was in college, and it is very sturdy and easy to use, and I always carry it, but it is no longer suitable as a staff member.

Yes, what I need most is a bag. Even I thought about it for a long time before I thought that if someone could give me a bag on my birthday, then that person must understand me very well and care about me.

Then he thought, if anyone in this world is going to give me a backpack, I hope it's her.

But it's a pity that our birthday is in June next year! I hate this birthday, I don't want to be a Gemini anymore, I want to change to a Virgo!

Three days later, she suddenly called and said, "I'm outside, and a courier has arrived, you can help me get it." ”

So, I went to get the courier myself. Shaking the box, the size, weight, and texture, he suddenly had a premonition, and his heart began to beat with a pop.

He remembered that day, when he called over, he said with a little embarrassment and a little bad intentions: "Got it?

He remembered that day, he had opened the package -- it was a bag, a leather bag, a very good leather bag, a really backpack, and his breathing was interrupted for a moment, and his heart was skipping.

He remembered that day, when he called again, he said mischievously, "If you think it's good-looking, I'll leave you there." ”

He remembered that he was still stupid and asked, "How long will it last?"

He remembered that the answer was-

"Forever. ”

Fate, real coincidences to sighs.

These sweet memories make people can't help but smile.

However, the sweeter the memories, the more hurtful the reality!

The more dense, deep and shallow cuts are left in the palms of the hands!

In that depressed year, I thought I could let go of all the qiē, I thought I could gradually dilute a qiē with time, and I could say goodbye to the past, but I had to admit that I was not really happy, and my wounds never healed completely!

I also met a few girls later, and there were also blind dates and meeting arrangements. In these opportunities, I always show Xiàn's maturity and generosity, elegance and calmness, humor, and laughter, showing a graceful demeanor. I always left a good impression in the hearts of the girls, but I rejected them one after another. I thought I was going with sincerity, and some of those girls were beautiful and well-behaved, but in the end, there was no feeling of excitement at all.

I'm not really happy.

My smile is just the protective color I wear.

I decided not to hate, and I decided not to love.

Shut my soul in a shell locked forever!

Why didn't you dare to mention her name when you thought it didn't matter?

When I think I'm dull, why do I occasionally dream of a dream bubble that is still with her at night?

Why do you struggle to wake up the next day?

Why did you suddenly understand the true meaning of the phrase "dreams and reality are opposites"?

Why do you touch the pillow and find that there are traces of wetness?!

"A girl once said that I was a male god, but I knew I wasn't, I was just a poor worm trapped in love. I'm just an idiot who can't look at it anyway, a most ordinary, fool. Yang Qi touched his chest, he gritted his teeth, struggled and said, "It hurts, I admit, it really hurts." But why am I in such pain? What is the source of this qiē?"

He was stunned for a long time, and finally replied in a gloomy tone: "Because of my intellect and my morality." ”

"Reason makes people patient, but morality binds people. ”

"Whoever is more rational will suffer more. Sometimes, I curse my sanity. Why can't you just do what you want, put aside your ambitions, and pursue them desperately? Why do you have to draw your own ground as a prison to restrain yourself?"

"Why can't I be presumptuous? I can't be wild, and I can't ignore a qiē?"

"As for morality -- isn't that ridiculous? When males compete for females, any species will do whatever it takes to fight for them. The winner is king, and as long as he defeats all competitors, he will be able to possess it! This is the purest and most essential law of nature! What does morality do? If you think about it now, it is something for the weak to limit the strong. This is not allowed, that is not good, good and evil are rewarded, these are just a joke, an illusion, a lie!"

"As for the happiness of the nerd Xi, can't I give her happiness? No, I am stronger, I am much stronger, I can give more and more! I have money, power, and strength, and I can provide conditions that no one else can catch up with, and whatever she likes, I can buy and grab it!"

"Yes, take her over, just take her over! 'If you get someone, you can't get a heart' or something is a weak person's excuse, and there is no excuse for self-comfort, it is Ah Q's moaning after being beaten! My mental power is so strong, I use all my strength to hypnotize her with my sound skills, and she will forget everyone else in an instant! As long as I want to, she will feel happy and happy every day! She can only feel happy and happy!"

"Damn, I'm so strong, why didn't I do it before? I'm such an idiot!"

"Why do I have to suffer all this?"

"Why am I?"

"The root of a qiē lies in that person's ......"

"Kill, kill him......"

"Kill Zhu Ming. ”

"Kill him!!"

"As long as he is dead, everything will be solved, which is the best and most direct way. ”

"How many punches can he block? Just one shot, one smash him into meat sauce!"

"Damn, what the hell have I been struggling with these days? Why can't I think of such a simple solution? It seems like I'm really an idiot, almost sleepwalking - but I'm not going to be an idiot anymore and sleepwalk again. ”

"Me. ”

"Already. ”

"Wake up. ”

Boom, Yang Qi, opened his eyes. (To be continued......)