There is light in the darkness, colored light, bright light, bright and gorgeous.

The fireworks desperately drilled into the air, unable to withstand the slightest cold from the heights, and exploded, if the flowers bloomed at the most beautiful moment.

There was an explosion, a sound exploded.

A flower blooms, a flower blooms.

Seven-colored flowers, seven-colored sky, like a dream, flowers bloom and fall, after a thousand years.

"Once upon a time, there was the same sight, but it was a different feeling. The old monk said, thinking about the years of 7,000 years ago, "The time that will not be reversed, the past that cannot be returned, and there is no chance to even regret it." ”

Time is always forward, the past is only in memory, even if there is regret in the heart, it still can't change anything...... Now, you can't change what it used to be.

"Do you regret it?" Li Yuchen asked, "Now that I think about it, will I regret it?"

"Regret? There is a little, but what can regret be? Regret is useful?" the old monk shook his head, staring carefully at the fireworks in the sky, watching one after another the most wonderful moments.

"Regret...... It's really useless. Li Yuchen nodded.

"However, it's not bad now, there is a group of juniors who listen to my command and can do whatever they want, without any constraints. The old monk smiled slightly, with a strange smile, "This feeling is very refreshing, and the thousands of years of waiting are worth it." ”

Li Yuchen lowered his head, as if he was looking for something on the ground.

"Thousands of years of waiting, with results, it is certainly worth it, but what if there is none?" Li Yuchen asked, asking the old monk and asking himself.

"How do I know what's going on?" the old monk asked rhetorically, and said to himself, "I don't know how long I have to wait, I don't know when it will be over, and I don't know if it will be over." "But." What can I do but wait?"

What can you do but wait?

What can be done?

"If there is no result, will you wait?" Li Yuchen asked the old monk.

"Knowing that things don't work out, it's certainly not worth the wait. The old monk shook his head, and wanted to say something. But it didn't go on.

Knowing that there is no result, it is not worth the wait.

But what can you do but wait?

What can be done?

Back to the previous question, no matter how sad it was.

"A thousand years of waiting, because there is still hope. Li Yuchen sighed, "A thousand years of waiting, waiting for a thousand years, how can the waiting time be a thousand years?"

"How old are you?" the old monk suddenly asked.

Li Yuchen was slightly stunned. Immediately smiled lightly, raised his buried head, and tried not to recall the past, and the two flame seedlings of blue and purple danced in his eyes, reflecting the splendor in the sky.

The slightly self-deprecating smile gradually calmed down, and the sadness diminished a lot, and in some cases, it was unconscious.

"Young. Don't be like me, no. Just like me. The old monk grinned lightly and pointed to the fireworks that kept bursting, "Look at how beautiful this fireworks are; ”

The old monk watched and listened carefully, and the feeling of repetition did not overlap in the slightest. Connect the time of 7,000 years ago.

"The impulse of fireworks brings visual and auditory enjoyment, just like people, it always takes impulse to have the ultimate splendor, even if the time is extremely short, only for a moment. But it left a brilliant one. Li Yuchen said for the old monk, "A person's life is longer than fireworks, and there will be more beauty." ”

"The moment of the fireworks, disappearing into the night, but staying in the memory, like an eternal existence, always living in the past, can be remembered for a lifetime. ”

"We are all alive to live to the fullest, to live the splendor of impulsiveness, more brilliant than fireworks. ”

Li Yuchen smiled, and two flame seedlings, one blue and one purple, reflected the figure of the old monk.

It was an old figure, it was a face with a stubborn smile, it was a boldness that didn't think about the future, it was an uninhibited indulgence that was content with the present.

"Just like you, do whatever comes to mind, ignore everything else, be unrestrained, let your mood be happy, let yourself be happy all the time. The smile on Li Yuchen's face was still calm, "If you are happy, you will slowly pass on the happiness to others." ”

"Is that wrong?"

"That's right. ”

Li Yuchen affirmed the old monk's thoughts, and was also very envious of what the old monk thought and did.

If that's right, why not?

The old monk wanted to ask, but he didn't, because he vaguely guessed the result, and even if he did, he would most likely not get an answer.

"I want to too!" Li Yuchen sighed, his voice very heavy.

He wanted to do that, he wanted to do it, but ...... Unable to do so, his heart does not allow him to do so, repulsion, and even resentment.

"You can do it if you want to, you don't have to think about it. The old monk was a little puzzled, but he didn't ask, and his words shifted, "Back then, seven thousand years...... Seven thousand years ago, I was tall and mighty, handsome, handsome, dashing, shrewd, capable, intelligent, and unpretentious, and I was so high-spirited......"

"Fake. ”

"Really. ”

"Fake. ”

"Really!"

"It's really fake. ”

"It's not all fake. ”

"That's half right. ”

"Which half?"

"Half is right, more than half, more than half. ”

"What do you mean?"

"Brilliant at all. ”

"Brilliant and superb? ”

The old monk agreed, anyway, he is bald now, and it is appropriate to be extremely smart.

It's just that there's always something wrong.

"Clever, superb, and not necessarily connected. ”

"What do you mean?"

Li Yuchen stopped talking, walked forward, walked under the fireworks, and walked into the night.

When the flames in his eyes completely dissipated, when he didn't want to look at the world, the brilliant fireworks that kept blooming disappeared.

The world is quiet, there is no light, no sound, only darkness.

A bow appeared in his hand, and the bow had no strings, and his name was lost.

He held the bow in his left hand, pulled it in his right hand, and an arrow crept out, lying flat, trembling, and calm on the bow that had been stretched to the fullest.

The next moment, jump out.

Arrows flew into the sky, like before fireworks exploded.

When a flower blooms among a hundred flowers, it is difficult to notice that there is nothing unusual.

The arrow exploded, blooming into a flower, and the space fluctuated, and then stopped...... There is no trace.

"Think about the past, Yunjin Lou ......" the old monk thought lightly, and his figure gradually became illusory.

There is an old monk in Yunjin Tower, and there is only one old monk left in Yunjin Tower.

The old monk recites the scriptures.

The old monk recites the scriptures.

Yunjin Tower is like a temple, there is an old monk in the temple, the old monk has nothing to do, except for chanting, nothing will be done.

There are fireworks in the sky outside the Yunjin Tower, and there are no fireworks in the Yunjin Tower.

Since the night fell, it has been like this, but when the old monk entered the Yunjin Building and recited the scriptures, he was really sure that he had been chanting the scriptures all the time, and this change was completely stabilized.

The former city, the fire in the city, the building in the fire...... The monks in the building, the monks chanted the scriptures, read the scriptures, and the scriptures were in the fireworks.

Li Yuchen pulled the bow again, and arrows flew out. (To be continued.) )