A beam of light flickered to illuminate the dimness of the field of vision, and the boy who was sleeping on the table suddenly woke up, it turned out to be the incandescent light of the desk lamp, which was hitting the homework book, and the scratch paper was full of dense equations, and it was already night outside the window, and there were already stars in a few places in the night sky, and occasionally there were one or two strange insect chirping.

Bai Yujing was in a trance, was he stunned? I always feel like I've lost a lot of time out of thin air.

Shaking my head and recalling carefully, I remember the bits and pieces that happened every day, the afternoon classes, the chatting at the same table, the self-study in the evening, everything was so real, but there was a sense of distance.

This weird trance can't help but remind Bai Yujing of the remote control of life, does his time also skip over like the sequelae of the male protagonist in the film using the remote control, leaving a dry memory?

The winter wind poured into the small room from the window, Bai Yujing shivered with cold, and scolded himself for being stupid, not because he thought that that situation could not happen, but because he had a deep hatred for the behavior of not jumping over his favorite winter if it happened.

Fingers brushed over the numbers in the homework book, feeling the real touch, staring at the light, taking a deep breath, and began to analyze the equations behind, after all, the cranky thinking is fake, and the homework is real.

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This small town, once the ancient Shu Kingdom, is hidden in a flat place among the mountains, with cement houses dotted on both sides of the long road, and wheat fields and rivers.

In the middle of the town, there is a quaint alley, traditional tiled houses and wooden beams, pasted with white door gods and blessing characters, an old banyan tree erected at the mouth of the alley, on a good day, there is always an old man leaning on a chaise longue under the banyan tree to tell the children nearby the legends of those strange landscapes.

The roof of Bai Yujing's residence is facing the alley, and it is a wide and lonely rooftop.

When there is nothing to do, Bai Yujing always likes to slowly step over the debris on the roof of the building, the dilapidated sofa, and the iron cage for raising chickens, and come to the rooftop to sit alone.

Looking at the bits and pieces of the town, thinking about the wisps of the distance, those memories of the past, those lost time, those wild fantasies.

One by one, the lights are continuous, it is a long dragon of lights sleeping between heaven and earth, dreaming of a wind and moon in the world.

Time is lonely in the night, silent in the years, spring breeze and summer bamboo, autumn leaves and winter snow, all things germinate, eternal reincarnation, and eternal journey.

My life should also be a journey, starting from the countryside, from a small city to a small county, and then to this small town, again and again in a hurry, there is not enough time to meet friends who can make friends, so I have to pack my bags and embark on a new journey alone.

Lonely? It's going to be a little lonely.

Longing for the attention of others, he can see the stars in the sky alone, but fortunately, he is used to talking to himself.

Will you continue your journey?

I think yes, I will always look forward to the scenery of the next road, and along the way, there are also precious gains in my heart.

"Good." His own voice slowly came out, familiar and unfamiliar.

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Bai Yujing opened his eyes that he didn't know when he closed, and the manzhu sand bloomed all over the sky.

At the edge of the roof, he was standing aside, and another Bai Yujing was sitting on the rooftop watching the lights of the small long street.

"Long time no see, do you want to guess who I am?"

Bai Yujing, who was sitting, took the lead in speaking, turned his head to look at Bai Yujing, who was standing in a daze, and in a rain of flowers, 'Bai Yujing' and Bai Yujing faced each other.

Bai Yujing suddenly woke up at this moment, looked at the flowers blooming everywhere, grasped the clues that had been obscure in his heart, and remembered everything that happened before, this is indeed the town in his memory, but he has been away for many years, besides, how can there be a world that is different from spring, autumn, summer and winter!

After spending a little time, Bai Yujing adjusted his state, and slowly sat on the rooftop, staring at himself seriously, brewing words.

"Are you the one, the handsome guy who slept in the pavilion last time?" If you want people to guess something, you can't remove the prompt first? Isn't this flower on the other side just pasting the lantern with the answer written on it directly on his face at night, jumping up and down for fear that others won't notice.

"Good boy, at first glance, you are a talented and intelligent person, and I am very satisfied with you."

The word 'Jushuai' seemed to say 'Bai Yujing's heart, and he couldn't help but smile, and he was more like a person than Bai Yujing.

"Yes, yes, look at this handsome face! The seniors must be majestic and suave, so they won't worry about being disturbed by sleeping with my juniors, right? Quietly Mimi tried to gather spiritual power but found that Bai Yujing, who was in vain, was crying with a sad face, and silently wondered in his heart whether the ghost uncle could let me go and the like.

"Look at you like that, do you suffer a lot to be entangled by me? Didn't you have a lot of fun learning from that book? Also, don't call my predecessors, it looks like I'm old, you just call me Mo, I'm young. Rolling his eyes, Mo finally said his name, and casually began to settle accounts with Bai Yujing.

Bai Yujing, whose face was full of flattering smiles, was dumbfounded, although he had thought of it for a long time, but he didn't know how to face this possible senior, but people just have to know how to be flexible.

"Hey, I have known for a long time before... Mr. Mo is a great benevolent person in the cultivation world! Hero! I guess you helped me last time, otherwise how would I be able to beat that monster on my own? ”

Mo's eyes were a little treacherous, and the corners of his mouth had a shallow arc, "Oh, that thing is really not worth my shot, I just showed you some stories, as for your sword style to defeat the Yin Evil, it is all your own comprehension combined with the sword technique, but you are really fighting, is it for that to learn ~~~~ sister?" ”

This yin and yang weird tone is not a little bit worse than the positioning of the seniors in my heart, how did this TM directly pull out my family background? Bai Yujing turned his head, dodging Mo's slightly mocking sincere gaze, and his cheeks were slightly hot.

"Okay, I won't tease you, Bai Yujing, let's get down to business." Stretched out his hand and patted Bai Yujing's head, which looked like a boy, Mo looked at the lights in the distance again, and took out a serious appearance, which was how weird it looked at Bai Yujing's own skin.

"There are some things I can't say yet, such as why I am here that you care about the most, why I have an intersection with you, what intentions do I have, and so on, a series of ultimate questions, of course, I can't say, you can guess, guess right and there will be a prize."

"So, Bai Yujing, what do you think of this world? Have you ever thought about changing the world? To be a protagonist once, to be a hero once? ”

"Bai Yujing, have you thought about it? Want to step into our world? ”

His doubts have not been answered, and he has been stuffed with new questions in ink, Bai Yujing is a little unable to turn, and some things can be said in any way when he is bragging, but when he is really asked, he seems to have exhausted thousands of words and does not know how to answer.

Open-book exam, Bai Yujing! Open Book Exam! It's better if you open your head and dig out some trash talk!

However, they were speechless, and both of them were silent and silent, and Bai Yujing felt a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, I'll wait, you should take another look, we all need to be patient and time." In the end, Mo was relieved, and Bai Yujing was relieved.

"But I'll haunt you until I don't have an answer."

The heart, which had only been halfway down, was lifted again.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you! It can be said that I know your body structure better than your mother, and I am sewing and mending your previous meridians, a handful of bitter tears, don't mention it. ”

What is it? What is my body structure? What kind of tiger and wolf word is this?

Without waiting for Bai Yujing to ask, Mo snapped his fingers lightly, and the flowers floating in the air began to hover quietly, the wind disappeared without a trace, and time also fell into a standstill at this moment.

With a slight touch of ink fingertips, the flowers and leaves intertwined and extended, and a series of bizarre pictures appeared in the air between the bloom and withering glory of life, surrounding the two of them, each picture was a different story, but their common point made Bai Yujing's scalp tingle, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

Every picture is a person's story, and there is a Bai Yujing in every picture.

In countless pictures, Bai Yujing, who was sitting alone in front of his desk at night, seriously answered the Olympiad questions that "himself" couldn't understand.

There is a child Bai Yujing chasing dragonflies in the sunset, with a cheerful and jumping pace, innocent and innocent, but on a summer afternoon like autumn leaves, only the broken bicycle witnesses a human tragedy.

There is a young Bai Yujing wading through the deep mountains, carrying firewood that is taller than a person, just in exchange for some money in the town and a little subsidy for the family; Bai Yujing, a young man, stood on the bustling auditorium, scolding his spirit and winning applause from the audience; There are also elderly Bai Yujing sitting under the big banyan tree in his hometown, counting the leaves and returning to the roots.

There is Bai Yujing commanding ten thousand armies, attacking the city and pulling out the village; There is Bai Yujing Imperial Sword to ride the wind, slash demons and eliminate demons; There is Bai Yujing who travels through the other world and rewrites the legend.

There are countless worlds where Bai Yujing has grown vigorously, and there are countless worlds where Bai Yujing has disappeared after heaven and earth.

Every sunrise and moon setting in the picture, just like Bai Yujing's world now, but the future is changing dynamically with each Bai Yujing's choice, it is a smiling mother or a crying mother, a friend who hooks shoulders or is like a stranger, and Mu Ziying who is heroic or whose life is withering, constantly changing in every choice of Bai Yujing.

Bai Yujing silently read a lot of intermittent stories from these pictures, not only his own, but also many other people.

There are so many things that are destined to happen, some people who are destined to go away, why can't so many stories escape the shackles of fate?

"It's easy to escape, but once you escape, sometimes you have to run away for a lifetime." At this moment, Mo was unusually calm and unusually like an emotionless cold robot.

"Sometimes, though, it's good to be a little lazy and take a sip of hot kelp soup at the breakfast shop."

Bai Yujing's heartstrings that were about to break were slowly stabilized again.

The town in front of the two of them had fallen asleep quietly, a huge jade plate hung in the night sky, and the old banyan tree was bathing in the moonlight, with leaves floating in every corner of this little hometown.

Mo gently patted Bai Yujing on the shoulder, sincerely pleasing the young man's state of mind.

"My peace of mind is my hometown, which is rare."

"Bai Yujing, aren't you the so-called chosen child? What is the meaning of Bai Yujing? ”

"Heavenly Bai Yujing, the twelfth floor and five cities?" Without thinking, the famous sentences of the poet fairy are eloquent.

"Yes, this artistic conception is really worthy of Li Taibai's poem, but what is pinned on this name is the latter sentence." Mo got up, the breeze came, a white dress flowed into the moonlight, and the warm palm caressed the top of the young man's head.

"The immortals touch my top, and I will receive immortality in my hair."