readx;? A touch of sadness in his heart filled his eyes, and Liu Jing, who had not shed tears for decades, finally burst into tears before he died. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The sound of the wind and snow could no longer be heard, the coldness had disappeared without a trace, and even the rhino horn incense that he had lit no longer had any taste.

That's what death feels like, right?

tried hard to perceive it, but Liu Jing suddenly found that it seemed that a warmth seemed to begin to cover his whole body, and his body was still covered with a quilt?

I don't know which little monk it is, if there is an afterlife, I will thank him again, if I can remember him.

It seems to be getting hotter and hotter, Liu Jing is really unbearable, and subconsciously kicks the quilt covering his body open, and it is so refreshing in an instant, it is better to cool down.

Wait, it's cool? I can still feel the heat and cold? My hands and feet seem to be able to move? Liu Jing suddenly didn't have enough brains, and he couldn't believe it, could it be that he had reached the so-called heaven?

Liu Jing tried to open his eyes, and a ray of sunlight outside the window projected into the room through the curtains, and the room was a little cluttered. A simple wardrobe, a computer desk, and a Shenship notebook on it, seeing these things, but his brain instantly crashed, and he lost his mind directly.

After a long time, Liu Jing stretched out his hand and pinched his face, and put his hands in front of his eyes to look at it, it was really a pair of young hands, where there were still traces of a hundred years old.

Everything in front of him made Liu Jing's mind full of question marks, didn't he pass through and be reborn?

Suddenly, Liu Jing picked up from the bed, ran straight to the computer desk, skillfully shook the mouse twice, and when he saw the time on the computer screen showing June 13, 2015, Liu Jing suddenly had a fear in his heart.

He was frightened, he really met rebirth, and when he returned to his youth, he was deeply afraid that all this was just a dream, afraid that he would suddenly wake up and go back to that snowy house and wait for death.

Walking to the window, gently open the curtains, the sun is shining outside the window at the moment, the rows of acacia on both sides of the road in the community are gently swaying, the sun shines through the lush branches and leaves, and swayes a little mottled on the ground.

Looking at everything outside the window, Liu Jing was stunned.

For a long time, he suddenly laughed like crazy.

In my previous life, I saw so many monks chasing immortals one after another, just to ask for immortality! But in the end, how many people were really immortal?

Like all monks, he eventually met the same fate.

It's just that the destination is not the end, but I was lucky to be reborn!

What kind of life is this to have such a great opportunity?

Immortality, at this moment, seems to be less meaningful than coming back from the dead, not to mention that all this is really in front of you, you can touch it, you can see it.

Whether it's a miracle or a mercy from the Creator, it's always a blessing.

Liu Jing smiled, tears streaming down his face, heart-rending laughter, like a madman......

In the past hundred years, I am embarrassed to look back, and I am more moved than the luck of rebirth.

Liu Jing's eyes turned back, but he stared at the simple wardrobe, and he couldn't help but think of the days when he was adrift in his previous life. Originally, he thought that this life would be so ordinary, but he didn't want to let him return to his hometown because of a classmate's phone call, and then leave the earth.

At this moment, there are still about half a year left before the day of crossing the other world, Liu Jing silently walked to the wardrobe, stretched out his hand to open it, but stopped halfway through his hand, and it was difficult to move.

After packing up his things, it's time to go home, he has been a man for two lives, and now his state of mind is different from the past, but he suddenly really misses his parents and his hometown that has bid farewell to a hundred years.

has experienced the vicissitudes of time, even if it is a monk who cultivates immortals and asks, he is always unable to compete with the century-old nostalgia in his heart.

What could be more important than going home at this moment?

Pack your things and go home!

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In this world, there are always a lot of unsatisfactory things, whether pessimistic or optimistic, too many things are always beyond the reach of mortals. Time waits for no one, the wheel of time never stops for a minute or a second, it always ruthlessly ignores the complex thousands of things, but as an outsider to outline the magnificent and vast world!

In such a world, there are you and me, when the light takes away the dust of history, and at this moment we also throw away time in a trance. is such an intricate world, and gradually people always lose their unswerving course.

The green wheat fields, which ripple like the waves of the sea, are separated by a few paths that stretch far and wide, or are hidden among the mountains and hills. Looking into the distance under the setting sun, you can already faintly see the shadow of a village and town.

The dusk sun reflected the dappled shadows of the trees on the asphalt road, but there was not a single pedestrian on the road leading to the village. It was evening, and the inhabitants of the village were already preparing dinner.

Liu Jing's footsteps on the return trip got closer and closer to the town, and an indescribable feeling gradually appeared in his heart. Seeing that home was imminent, he felt an inexplicable sigh, he had been used to calling the name Zicheng since he was a child, but at this moment he felt so strange.

The memories of childhood are vivid, childhood is always an unforgettable innocent time for everyone, but time is a pig-killing knife, which cannot be said to be cruel, it can only be said that everyone will always be hit by this knife, and no one can escape.

A world of people, but like a dream, after a hundred years of death, back to the youth.

Liu Jing thought of this, his footsteps were getting heavier and heavier, he was a little afraid that all this was a dream, he was not afraid of death, but he fell into a situation of indelible sorrow.

Now he is a human being in two lives, and in the previous life, he was lucky enough to get the opportunity to practice, so he left the earth and went to the otherworldly continent to embark on the road of cultivating immortals, but unfortunately he died not long after.

Fortunately, although his life ended after a hundred years of death, he did not expect to open his eyes again and return to the time when he was still on Earth. It's just that at this moment, the big opportunity for him is getting closer and closer.

The exercises of the previous life still have to be picked up, since he was reborn, the things after him may not be without variables, not to mention that when he traveled through his previous life, he could only say that he was hazy about many things, and he arrived in the other world without clarity.

In his previous life, he had only walked on the path of cultivation for a short period of five years, but his mind had already been broadened, and it was necessary to re-enter the path of cultivation.

Thinking about it, a smell of jajangmyeon rushed to my face, and a small noodle stall at the entrance of the village was filled with a few diners. A few children waiting to eat noodles are jumping up and down and playing next to the noodle stall.

Liu Jing looked at those children and laughed bitterly at himself, once upon a time he was like these children, and he also had old childhood dreams, but now his mind has changed, and he is no longer the innocent teenager of the past.

The owner of the noodle stall is also a distant relative of Liu Jing, and people are used to calling him Uncle Zhang. Uncle Zhang's ancestors made a living by opening a noodle restaurant, ancestral craftsmanship, and a century-old taste. When I was a child, the happiest thing every weekend was to come to Uncle Zhang's noodle stall with my friends to eat a bowl of fried noodles, which was his favorite food in childhood.

Later, he went to university. Every time he went home, Liu Jing was only in a hurry during the Spring Festival, and he never came to eat again.

The taste of jajangmyeon is now unfamiliar.

A chasing and playful child accidentally put the toy on the table, and almost knocked over the dishes and chopsticks.

"Really, why is this kid so naughty!" the adults who were sitting and chatting immediately scolded and made angry faces. Seeing this, several children fled far away, for fear that they would be scolded and criticized.

"Aunt Wang!"

"Yo! it's quiet!" Aunt Wang followed the sound and looked at it, and saw Liu Jing, who was carrying a backpack, approaching the noodle stall, raising her eyebrows, but she said in a raised tone, "Are you coming back from the capital to see your home?"

Liu Jing said with a smile, "I happened to have something, so I made an appointment with a few classmates to come back and get together." While speaking, Liu Jing turned his head to look at Uncle Zhang, and said with a smile, "Uncle Zhang, bring me a bowl of fried noodles, I haven't eaten it for a long time, it's been many years." ”

yes, it's been a few years, a hundred years!

"Jingjing, you haven't come to eat your uncle's noodles for many years, I remember that you rarely came when you were in junior high school. Uncle Zhang lifted the pot, skillfully ordered the noodles, and said, "This is all a flash, and you will become an adult." ”

"I've been working for 5 years, right? How are you doing? Are you looking for a girlfriend outside? Don't you know, the second child of the Sikong Meng family has just reached the full moon, that's called a white fat mile! At this time, there are not many children in your current generation who are not married, and the aunt can wait to eat your favorite wine for several years!" Aunt Wang was interested, but fortunately she opened her throat, and several middle-aged and elderly people eating noodles at the table next to her looked at each other.

In these looking eyes, it was like an overturned Baiwei bottle for a moment.

Liu Jing's heart suddenly, he suddenly remembered that in his previous life, most of the young people of the same age in the village were married, although these people all dropped out of school prematurely and got married, but it was also obviously in stark contrast to those who were admitted to college at the beginning.

Perhaps, the reality is very cruel, what is the use of being admitted to a university? It is not that you are wandering outside, you can't afford a house in the city, you can't afford a car, you can be described as poor and white.

More people are facing the situation of not even being able to marry their daughters-in-law, and they really don't know whether to talk about the pitifulness of college students or the ideological deformity of society.

If it is placed in the previous life, Liu Jing will inevitably not be able to escape this scene, a realistic tragedy with the characteristics of the times.

It's just that in his previous life, he didn't take that mortal path, let alone reincarnate himself as a human?

"Soon, soon!" Old Uncle Zhang shouted loudly, skillfully fished out the noodles, and glanced at Aunt Wang with a smile, "Maybe one day our family will get married quietly, and when the time comes, you will eat as much wine as you want, and it must be open to you to supply, and you will be buried if you die!"

Aunt Wang smashed her mouth and shouted, "Brother Zhang, what you said! Even if I die, I will have to be later than you!"

For a moment, the diners burst into laughter.

The flickering words between the villagers are also a small contest, although full of snobbery. Liu Jing listened silently, he had been away from home for many years, and he was unfamiliar with this kind of scene, even if it was mockery, it was worth experiencing.

Aunt Wang's words are indeed a bit mocking, this is something that Liu Jing is more helpless about, and his current temperament is just a smile, so naturally he doesn't have to care.

"Let's eat noodles, go home early after eating!" Uncle Zhang brought fried noodles and pointed to the bamboo tube with chopsticks on the table.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang!" Liu Jing took the chopsticks, smiled at the villagers, and then shifted his gaze to the fried noodles, the cucumber shreds were very fresh, and the onion fragrance and meat sauce were mixed with an attractive fragrance.

The villagers began to laugh and talk again, but Aunt Wang still talked about the topic of college students being poor and white, and they could only drift in the ant clan for the rest of their lives and could not marry their daughters-in-law.

Halfway through the noodles, the sunset faded, the dusk turned reddish, and a burning cloud suddenly appeared.

Old Uncle Zhang squinted at the burning clouds, and his wrinkled face was still smiling. turned on the old-fashioned tape recorder next to him, and a familiar melody came to mind, but it was the Linjiang Immortal sung by Uncle Zhang himself.

"The iron pot is boiling water, and the waves are washing up the noodles. Whether it's success or failure depends on the fried sauce, the shallots are still there, and the sunset is red several times. The white hair is half a life and the face goes, and he is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A bowl of sauce noodles is happy to meet, how many things in ancient and modern times, all pay noodles in ......"

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