A ray of light pierced the space, shuttling between the night and the fireworks.

The fireworks were still blooming, but the voices in the air were replaced by words, and the old monk was reciting the scriptures that had not changed for thousands of years, distant and resentful.

"A fate that cannot be escaped. Li Yuchen shook his head lightly and smiled again, "You are still the old monk who recited the scriptures." ”

"Shut up!" the old monk said.

"Once upon a time there was a mountain, there was a tree on the mountain, and there was a temple under the tree, and there was an old monk and a little monk in the temple, and the old monk told the story to the little monk...... Li Yuchen followed the old monk and recited the scripture like a story.

Once upon a time, there was such a city, the city was full of fireworks, fireworks wrapped in a building, there was a person in the building, a bald head who was not a monk, the bald head wanted to find an apprentice, but waited, waited, and never waited for a suitable person.

So, the bald head thought of a story, in which he was an old monk with a little monk by his side, and he told the little monk stories from the past.

The mountain that used to be, the tree on the mountain, the temple under the tree...... A painting, outlined by fireworks, is constantly clear and blurred between flickering.

Li Yuchen clenched his grip again, the bow was pulled into a semicircle by the invisible string, and the light of the fireworks was divided into a lot, flying towards the bow, dancing gracefully and lightly around the bow and the person who drew the bow.

An arrow, flying out quickly, flew to the mountain, through the tree, and touched the temple.

Then, gone.

The painting is gone.

Yunjin Lou is gone.

The scriptures are no longer sound.

The old monk was not there.

Li Yuchen also left.

The fireworks are still there.

The sound of the explosion was deafening.

A lot of things are gone, but there are still things that go on.

Some people have some things, in time, either disappear or continue, and if they don't want to disappear, they can only continue.

"You live and you always need to do something you don't want to do. ”

"I've been doing it for thousands of years. It's impossible to forget completely, and doing it once in a while can be regarded as an aftertaste, right?"

The old monk's response was with a sigh, just looking for a reason to convince himself that if he could, he really didn't want to do it. I don't want to think about what is behind this matter.

Raise your head, the sky is in full bloom.

"Actually, you shouldn't make a move. ”

"Same. ”

"After all, he will do it later. ”

"His wedding. ”

"Not a reason. ”

"After all, he called me Big Brother. ”

"That's it?"

"That's it, that's enough. ”

The old monk shook his head, still raising his head, but closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised an extremely vague smile.

This explanation is enough, and it is enough in his heart.

A big brother. A responsibility, a simple explanation proves that Li Yuchen will not abandon Jin Tian, and will always help in the days to come...... Fire Curtain City and Fire Family can all continue.

"Actually, he should be allowed to go through it, and he has done too much to get used to it. will not be repulsed. ”

"He'll do it, you have to believe. He will know what responsibility is. ”

"I hope so. ”

"Yes. ”

There are many choices for people who choose to be silent, or watch the fireworks, or close their eyes and reverie, and spend the warm night with fireworks without hurrying.

The day dawned quickly, and although the night was always bright, the light was not as bright as the day.

Sun. Very bright.

Not only is the sun bright, but the temperature is also very high, but this is not a particularly high temperature that makes people unconscious, and no one pays attention to it at all.

Li Yuchen walked on the streets of Fire Curtain City, and Ji Lianyue silently followed him.

It's like a walk. It seems to be aimless footsteps slowly, stepping on the fire-colored stones that are smoothly paved on the streets, stepping on the flame-like lines on the stones, stepping on the not much lively mud and dust, and stepping on time gently and quietly.

"What happened last night?" asked Ji Lianyue, looking for a suitable topic after a long stroll.

"I really want to know?"

Ji Lianyue thought about it and said "um" softly.

"Let me tell you a story. Li Yuchen smiled, recalled, and thought lightly, "Once upon a time there was a mountain, there was a tree on the mountain, and there was a temple under the tree, and there was an old monk and a little monk in the temple, and the old monk told the story to the little monk......"

A story that has been repeated countless times by an old monk becomes a boring scripture that is repeated at the most critical moments.

Li Yuchen spoke, repeating this story, repeating one story after another.

Ji Lianyue listened, repeated the story, and listened to one story after another.

Li Yuchen didn't feel tired and kept talking.

Ji Lianyue didn't feel annoyed and listened repeatedly.

It was the story of an old monk and a little monk, and now it is the story of Li Yuchen and Ji Lianyue...... The story is in a city, the Fire Curtain City is always burning with blazing flames, like a sea of fire, there is no temple in the sea of fire, and the protagonist of the story is no longer an old monk and a young monk.

"Actually, the story is fake, very fake, not true at all. Li Yuchen smiled, "It's just that it's been repeated a lot, and it is taken as a fact by the person who made up this story." ”

"Who would be so boring?" asked Ji Lianyue.

"There are no young monks, no old monks, no temples, no trees, no mountains, and no old days. Li Yuchen said softly, "Because there are thoughts in my heart, because time always brings too much boredom, because people are always so boring." ”

Ji Lianyue shook her head, paused, and nodded: "Actually, we are more boring." ”

"What about when you listen to the story?"

"It's not boring at all, and I want to keep listening. ”

"It's not boring, why do you listen to it?"

"Because of you!"

"I'm bored, you're not bored?"

Ji Lianyue felt choked on her words, she was a little angry, she thought about it, she was not angry at all, and a shallow smile hung on her face, revealing more happiness.

Li Yuchen raised his head, and there were two flame seedlings in his eyes, one blue and one purple, flickering frequently, outlining the shape of the flames in the air more beautifully, and turning those illusory flames into substance in a trance.

"People, it's boring, when it's boring, find something to do, let yourself forget about boredom, and think about throwing boredom away. Li Yuchen closed his eyes, closed them tightly, and didn't want to open them, "But yes, what people do is boring, and it's hard to explain what the truth will be." ”

"But you can't just be bored, right? ”

"It's better to find something boring to do than to be bored. ”

As he spoke, Li Yuchen shook his head, and a smile appeared on his face, with a bitter smile, laughing at himself.

"Boring people do boring things, boring people say boring things, do you say we are boring or not?"

"Sounds boring. Ji Lianyue nodded, "As you said, in addition to being boring, we can't just be boring, right?"

Li Yuchen opened his eyes, looked at Ji Lianyue with a smile, and said calmly: "Recite the scriptures with me, just recite the story before, that ...... Pass through. "How's it going?"

"Okay!" Ji Lianyue nodded seriously.

There was a story, a story that had been made up, and it was read lightly by two people, and the voice came out, falling into the flames of the entanglement of the unreal and the substantial, and drifting in a city. (To be continued.) )