In this turbulent world, everything will taste bad, only dull time will not, and not only that, it will also make you taste bad.

Are you saying it's bad or not?

The woman in white still sat quietly in the moonlight, but her legs were dangling in the air, motionless, like a dead thing. But the crunch of the bell tied to her ankle when the breeze blows proves that she is still alive. It's just that she doesn't want to live too obviously, otherwise how would he find himself? But it's a bit wrong to think about it, if the signs of his existence are not obvious, how can he find himself?

The woman held the packet of paper tightly in her hand. Paper isn't really important, it's just because it contains a part of that person, so paper becomes important.

Many things in life, in fact, seem to have a kind of inconsistency when you think about it carefully. This contradiction objectively exists, is truly felt, and slowly gets used to it.

She propped up the white chair under her with both hands, leaned forward, and gently jumped from the sky.

Lin Futian smiled and took a few steps forward. "What? Enough of the scenery above?"

The woman's face was still blurred, but Lin Futian felt that she didn't seem to be very happy. So he stopped speaking at the right time.

The woman in white said, "I just don't want to talk to you anymore." She waved her hand and said, "You go, go back and stay with your friends, and don't bother me again." ”

"Okay, Senpai. Lin Futian didn't say much, turned around and left, and suddenly, he stopped.

The woman looked up at him, a little confused. Is there anything else?

Lin Futian turned his head and smiled, and he said softly, "Good luck." Then he smiled and never looked back.

The woman in white was slightly stunned, and then she smiled unprecedentedly and couldn't close her mouth. She didn't seem to have any scruples, and removed the prohibition on her face.

Her side face in the moonlight is wonderful and moving. It seems that the first two words of "fairy spider" can be retained, and the last word can be ignored.

The woman's face is like the moon in the water, and when she looks at it from afar, she is already fascinated. If you touch it, disturb the moon in the water, and try to get its beauty, then you can only get a phantom and a deep emptiness in your heart.

She looked back at the tent where the young man had entered, and suddenly felt an urge to recognize him as her godson. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile and shake her head, covering her mouth and smiling.

What a ridiculous idea of my own......

Inside the tent.

Lin Futian, who was reading a book, sneezed inexplicably, he rubbed his nose and muttered, "Who is talking about me?"

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Inside a deserted cave.

A thin, ragged man curled up on a round mat made of haystacks, looked a bit like the nest of birds and beasts. The man was unkempt, and his long hair had not been taken care of for many years, so it was knotted into strands and "showed" everywhere. Like a weed blooming in the wilderness, dry and weak, but still has a trace of yearning for life.

His body suddenly trembled, and there were inexplicably black air currents slowly converging towards this small cliff cave in all directions, and they made a "sizzling" sound in the air, entangled with each other.

The man frowned, and he propped himself up feebly, the faint light shining on the side of his face.

Only then did I find that the man had no eyes, and the eye sockets were black and hollow, and there was no light. Looking at the contours of his face, if he shaved off his beard full of long beards and groomed it well, he must be a good-looking man. It's just a pity that there aren't so many ifs in everything. I don't know why he's trapped here, but since he didn't get out, he's trapped here. Is it because he doesn't want to go out, or can't he go out? It's worth thinking about, because the order of the two is still important in a long "line" that winds and wanders.

He was expressionless, as if he was used to it, and just sighed softly: "Here we go again......"

The weak voice wandered in this small cliff cave, and it was extremely loud. The man listened to his voice, and did not feel any doubts, but felt that his voice was becoming less and less like what a man of his age should have.

Why is that?

The man already knew the answer, but he wanted to ask anyway. I hope to get another answer, another voice.

He clenched his fists, and an inexplicable wave of anger arose. The nameless anger upset him, so he tore off his torn shirt and let out a low roar.

Would that be any better? The man didn't know. Over the years, he has been treated like this every day. Whenever he couldn't suppress the pain in his heart, he would find something to vent his anger. There aren't many things in the cave, most of them are his. So he can only vent his anger on himself.

While torturing himself made the man feel painful and relaxed, it also made him gradually realize a terrible thing: he couldn't go back.

These five words, like five mountains, pressed him on this place with very little light for an unknown number of years.

The man sighed again, having just ripped off his shirt as if to make him feel a little better. He leaned against the cliff and felt the black mist approaching him, but he didn't know how far away he was. Although sooner or later you will suffer the pain of life that is worse than death, but it is good to be later.

Now, being out of sight becomes an even more terrifying thing.

The man sat down on the ground, remembering his bastard words and regretting it. Although he knows that regret is useless, and there is no regret medicine in the world. However, it is as if something is done to make people regret it.

This matter is not talked about at all.

As the man gets older, he gradually understands: in this world, there are not many reasonable things, so don't expect anything reasonable to happen. Where there is no hope, there is no disappointment.

He just sat like this, and couldn't help but think of his wild words at that time: "Even if I want to sell my soul, I have to find someone to pay."

Someone who can afford the price. "At that time, I was young and frivolous, and I didn't have too many concerns. A lot of things happened slowly.

Later, he met someone who could afford to buy his soul. And that one, apparently, had no intention of making him pay it back. At that time, he was still wondering: why did he cheapen himself so easily?

When he got to the cave, he slowly understood.

I don't know what that person's intentions were, why he trapped himself in such a place, why he gouged out his eyes, why...... There are so many whys. When he first arrived, he asked himself repeatedly. No one else is asked, because there is no one else.

Gradually, he didn't want to ask, he didn't even want to think.

I can't feel the passage of time or the changes of the seasons every day, and the only thing I can feel is the long darkness. This feeling is not bitter, but it also has no other taste. Because it is odorless.

The only thing he regretted was that he shouldn't have let the woman wait for him there. Now, I really don't know how many years it has been. The man knows her, she believes in herself, but most importantly: she loves him. Sometimes it's better than he loves her. She didn't think there was anything wrong with that. The only moment he shed tears in this darkness was when he was thinking about her.

He didn't want her to wait for him, because she would never be able to wait for him. He just hoped that she wouldn't throw away the bag she had given her so easily. Because that's a part of yourself, the only evidence that you can prove that your past self is still alive. He wanted to live in her heart, but he didn't want to live in her heart all the time.

Here again the contradiction begins.

Therefore, there are contradictions in the world, no matter how big or small, only joys and sorrows.

The man sighed for the first time, and he was facing up, "proudly" at the black air currents that were approaching him. This is the only time he can prove his dignity.

The black air flow wrapped around the man's body, and the man didn't change much of his expression, just slowly lying on the ground, his elbows propped up on the ground, and he didn't say a word.

Long hair obscured his face, and a faint moonlight shone gently on his back through the layers of stones.

On the man's back, there are actually thirteen eyes!

Those eyes covered his back, constantly moving. It's terrifying to look at.

The man who couldn't see his face clenched his fists and grabbed the weeds on the ground. It's a pity that this is not his lifeline.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be here. Become not human, not ghost.

If the only thing that remains the same is to miss her.

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Early morning.

They walked out of the tent on the day of the forest burial.

Lomé and the others suddenly found that the white mist was gone, and after looking behind them, the position of the bamboo tree was back to normal. They were a bit of a surprise.

The woman in white sat on a white chair not far away, silent.

Luo Mei glanced at the woman in white, a little apprehensive, she asked Lin Futian: "Tiantian, she really let us go." ”

Lin Futian nodded: "She's still waiting for someone, we are trapped here by her,

It's just getting in her way. ”

Lomé sighed, and didn't ask who she was waiting for. This is not something that can be easily answered.

Mo Yunfu put away the coins, and seeing that it didn't seem to be as tense as yesterday, he continued to pack up the tent. Diligent.

Zhao Jingzhi just looked at the woman in white and looked at her quiet face. Somehow, her eyes suddenly turned red.

The camps are all packed.

Lin Futian and they clasped their hands into fists and said goodbye to the woman in white. As for the woman whose name she never knew, although she looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, they did not want to know her name.

They all meet in Pingshui, and they may not be able to meet in the future.

But the current encounter is neither good nor bad. That's good, too.

On the day of the forest burial, they were about to walk out of the mountains and forests.

The woman in white raised her head and said, "Thank you." ”

Lin Futian turned his head and pretended to be surprised and asked, "Thank you?"

The woman said flatly, "Let's go." ”

Lin Futian smiled, didn't say anything, and just left.

The mountains and forests are quiet, and the bamboo trees are encircled.

In the middle of the leaves, a woman in white sits quietly on a white chair. It's just that the chair becomes a bench. She looked at the empty seat next to her and whispered, "I'm still waiting for you." ”

She placed the paper bag on the empty seat beside her and smiled.

The sun is just right, but the people have not returned.

Thinking that she should be on the road, she felt much more at ease.

(End of chapter)