Li Chen had been thinking about the past on the way back to Beizhang Town.

Knowing the purpose of Hongxue's departure this time, he knew that this trip would inevitably have to sort out the reincarnation, recall the past of countless clones, and refine or forget all kinds of things.

He actually went through this stage before, but he was different from Hongxue, who had accumulated all of this and realized that he needed to sort it out after hundreds of thousands of years.

He was born to groom all the time.

It was in the Holy Dynasty Qinglou back then, listening to the sentence "The road ahead is vast and difficult, and I hope that you will advance and retreat day by day——"

It was the old man who was dying in the wilderness who suddenly stretched out his hand and made a strange sword finger, elongating the faint playfulness of the tone, "The Three Musketeers, here!" ”

It was the dead scholar, when they met for the first time, he squinted his eyes at the golden attic in front of him and said: "In this kind of place, you can tolerate fireworks and sad people who are drunk every night, but you can't hide your clean mind." I know that three taels of silver can spend a night of spring supper here, and two glasses of liquor can make a woman promise a life in vain. I'm not as handsome as the boy next to you, but I'm much better looking than the others. If I really want to, I will take two sour poems to Red Lantern Lane, where there are the worst girls willing to drink with me. Only, I don't want to. ”

It was when I was in a ghost, I was deceived by the old man, a person's whisper, "I was born to know the world, and I also know that I am destined to have no relatives and friends, so whenever I meet the truth, it is like grasping the straw that saves my life, desperately pulling, near and far away alienation and closeness, so in Kyoto, the second prince burned the barbecue shop, I know that it is not the best time, but I must still ask for justice for the boss." ”

The past, the past, the glimpse.

When a person is young, he always thinks that he is very special, just because he thinks about the past, feels that he has suffered all kinds of suffering, and feels that the words he has read are just fiction, and it is the limit of all the suffering that human beings can imagine.

This is also one of the reasons why Li Chen rarely tells about his past sufferings: since everyone is suffering the same, what's the use of you telling these sufferings?

There are always several levels when a person tells the reasons for his suffering: first, he wants to tell others how miserable he is, so as to win sympathy, and second, he needs a listener who at least makes himself feel more comfortable in his heart, or he can complete a certain psychology of his own pretense, such as: I am different from you, or my life is far more thick than yours.

Li Chen didn't shuttle through the void to Beizhang Town, just because when a person looked at everything under his feet and around him was left behind, and there was only one person in the vast world, wouldn't this be the best, the best time to see himself clearly.

Today he is different, he is just in a daze, his mind is drifting around, from the heavy display of life just now, and thinking of the inevitable desire to stand out in human nature to show that he is different or a higher level than others.

If you think about it carefully, this seems to be a subject of a person's life, and very few people can escape it, but as the status and realm become higher and higher, it seems that everyone can get pleasure from it from a different perspective.

Even those beasts with no brains will inevitably want to achieve the highest position in the race.

Practice, cultivate the mind, and in the end, realize that you are eliminating delusions.

His mind had just settled down here, and another question could not help but arise in his heart: But what are human emotions?

He knew that the girls in Beizhang Town had no regrets, but he had never thought about his thoughts, even if he was occasionally touched, they were all vague.

For a long time, he has been fair to Cheng Zhian and others, but it is only fair, just like borrowing money from a friend, and finally calculating the amount and settling the account with interest.

But can it really settle the score?

Until he left just now, Wang Ting Taiyi told him, "You are now like a medicine that is about to become a pill, and you are still short of the last medicine primer." ”

Li Chen asked him what the medicine primer was, and Wang Tingtai briefly told a story.

An extremely common cliché story, Li Chen has seen countless such plots in many scripts, so he was not touched when he heard it at the time, and at this time he just thought over and over again:

Three rounds of wine in the evening.

A man and a woman, six or seven outsiders, the man is me, the woman is her.

A group of people pushed the cup and changed the lamp, and each stepped on the mountain in the sky and on the ground.

She sat right next to me, but she didn't communicate much, close and far away.

When I was half drunk and half-asleep, I only heard one of her friends ask me: How long are you going to stay here this time?

I actually wanted to say that I could stay with her for a long time, but when I got to my mouth, I said: It's been a long time, maybe a few years?

In fact, it was also through drunkenness for several months.

Because I know that even if I like her, even if she is, I can only stay for a year and a half.

People like me are born with wings, but they don't have a stable heart.

So I never dare to talk to others about things that are too long and too long.

A year and a half, isn't it just a blink of an eye for those of us?

Later, that night.

On the way back to see her off, we sat side by side in the carriage.

She fell asleep gently on my shoulder.

The scenery on both sides flew quickly and slowly, and I looked down at her, and I was suddenly relieved at that moment.

I lent her my shoulder, but she became a pillar in my heart at that moment.

Wobbly, I fell asleep against her head.

Three days later.

The last time we met.

We sat on the bank of a large river, with many boats parked on the river, the lights on and off, and the background board of the buzzing human voices behind us.

I suddenly wanted to talk something, or at least hold her hand, but I only thought about it.

I don't know why I'm so careful today, so bold I always prided.

The day I left, I sat in the carriage we had been sitting in together for a long time.

I suddenly began to ask myself: What is regret?

It's a pity that I didn't even tell her in front of her:

That day, when we looked at the river view, at the other side, and at the distance. I looked back at you several times. The river view is so beautiful, and so are you.

Regret, probably at this moment.

The regret is that the momentary joy of snuggling side by side, in the end, can only go to the mountains and seas with their own futures.

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It's in the contemplation of this cliché story.

Li Chen is getting closer and closer to Beizhang Town and Heifeng Mountain.

Just behind the Black Wind Mountain, the two girls stayed together, talking and laughing, and glanced at the sky outside the mountain from time to time.

Waiting for him.