A camel carrying a heavy load of goods followed its master through the desert, moving forward with great difficulty. Suddenly, a hot wind hit, and in addition to the yellow sand in the sky, it seemed to be mixed with a weed. The weeds fluttered in the wind and somehow landed on the camels.

The moment the weed landed on the camel, the sturdy camel suddenly couldn't hold it anymore and fell to the ground with a bang.

The sudden scene in front of him completely dumbfounded the owner of the camel and his friends who were traveling with him. No one would have thought that just such a piece of hay could crush a camel alive.

Then the camel's owner's friends also went from surprise to ridicule, laughing at the owner of the camel, laughing at his camel for being so bad that it would be crushed to death by a weed.

Some people say that human nature is inherently evil, and some people say that human nature is inherently good. It is difficult to determine whether human nature is inherently evil or inherently good. For thousands of years, too many university scholars have not been able to compete for a single reason.

Human nature, whether it is good or evil. It's hard for us to say for a while. The reason for this is because there are too many people in this world, they only focus on the good and evil of people, but few people ask them why they are good, and they don't know why some people are evil. It's like everybody cares about a camel being crushed to death by a weed. But no one could have imagined how much weight the weed had carried before it landed on it.

There are too many people and things in the world, and the sad ones are like the camels that have been crushed to death. All the focus tends to be on the story of a camel crushed to death by weeds.

The road, straight ahead, is surrounded by lush trees. Looking far away, there is no end in sight, and looking back, there is no end in sight. A black Mercedes-Benz sedan was speeding along the road.

At sunrise and sunset, after getting off the road, a high mountain seemed to suddenly appear in front of the car. After opening the door and getting out of the car, Huang Yan walked out of the car. He is not very tall, but with strong muscles, standing in this wilderness has a sense of déjà vu of the protagonist in the movie.

Huang Yan took out a Zhongnanhai from his pocket, lit it and put it in his mouth. He doesn't usually smoke, but he is already a little tired after driving for a day in a row.

The mountain in front of him towers into the sky with no end in sight. Huang Yan knew that compared to the car running all the way on the highway, the next journey was the test.

The road is a nameless road. Mountain, is a nameless mountain. There is a temple on this nameless mountain. The people around it call it the Temple of Forgotten Worries. The temple is called Forget Worry Temple because it is said that there is a Forget Worry Well in this temple. Legend has it that as long as you drink the water in this well of forgetting, you can forget the troubles you want to forget.

Even the oldest old man in the neighborhood doesn't know when the temple was built. It seems that this temple has been there since the existence of this mountain. I don't even know when the legend of the Temple of Forgotten Worries began to circulate in the world.

When the last rays of sunlight disappeared into the horizon, when darkness completely covered the land. Huang Yan drove to the top of the mountain and came to the gate of the Forgotten Worry Temple.

The blue bricks, red tiles, and the closed red gate have begun to peel off some of the red paint. Everything here seems to confirm its age-old legend to the world.

Huang Yan took out a backpack from the car and carried it handsomely and neatly on his shoulder. By the faint light of the moon, he walked to the gate step by step.

He raised his hand in front of the door and was about to knock on the door, only to see a creaking sound from the door. Then I saw the gate of the monastery slowly open, and there were two monks standing behind the door, one old and one young. It was as if they knew that Huang Di would arrive tonight.

The old monk has white hair and white beard, and the young monk is no more than twelve or thirteen years old.

This is the old monk who is now the presiding officer of this Forget-Worry Zen Temple - the Dharma name is dust-free. He saw Huang Yan standing outside the door with his hands folded and said, "Amitabha, you are still here after all!" ”

Huang Yan took off the backpack on his shoulder, patted it, and said to Master Wuchen, "Yes." ”

Master Wuchen shook his head and said to the little monk behind him, "Huixin, you take Mr. Huang to rest first." Take him tomorrow morning to forget his worries. ”

Huang Yan originally wanted to say something more, but before he could say anything, the dustless Zen master had already turned around and left.

Unlike the dustless Zen master, the little master Huixin saw Huang Yan's coming, and there was a faint excitement in his heart. Maybe it's because he's still young, and children are always active. It is not easy to meet a young man who can talk to him in this barren mountain temple. He originally wanted to help Huang Yan get things together. Unfortunately, he really underestimated the weight of the backpack. The hand that picked up the bag used all his strength to almost flash his waist, but the backpack still didn't seem to move.

The backpack is not large, and it is full of equipment for climbing mountains and wading through water. This little backpack weighs fifty or sixty pounds, to say the least. Seeing Huang Yan easily pick up his backpack, the little master's eyes once again showed a look of envy.

After taking Huang Yan to the resting place, the little master Huixin turned around and left. He originally wanted to talk to Huang Yan more. After all, the last time he came, Huang Yan told him a lot of things outside. Those are full of attraction for the little master Huixin who lives here all year round. It's just that the master has an order to go back to the main hall for evening classes after arranging the guests.

At night, Huang Yan couldn't sleep for a long time, and this was the second time he had been lying here.

At one time, he also thought that the Temple of Forgotten Worries was just a legend. Unexpectedly, the dustless Zen master told him that there was really something in this world that could make him forget the past that he didn't want to mention again.

Because there is indeed a well in the temple of forgetting worries. However, if you only forget the water in the well, you can't really forget the troubles you want to forget. If you want to forget your troubles, in addition to using the mountains and rivers of the Forget Worry Well, you must also forget the Forget Worry flowers on the end of your worries.

The bottom of the Forgotten Sorrow Cliff is bottomless, and the smooth cliffs around it are like a mirror. The rock was as hard as steel, and it was hard for a sword to make a scratch on it.

Strange things must be strange. Perhaps it is the strangeness of Forgetting Worries that can grow such a strange thing as the Forgetting Worries Flower.

Huang Yan, who came here for the first time, once went to forget worries. With his extraordinary skills, he originally thought that he could at least go to the end of his career to find out. But after trying it, he realized that he was wrong. Looking at the backpack on the table, he was fully prepared to come back this time.

This night, Huang Yan tried his best to rest well. The early morning came to the end of forgetting worries even earlier. He retrieved the hammer and opened his backpack, carefully securing the ropes and the equipment he needed.

On the edge of the cliff, the little master Huixin, who seemed to have a thin body, came over from time to time to help with it. The dustless Zen master has been standing quietly next to him without saying a word. It wasn't until everything was ready for the two of them that the dustless Zen master silently walked to Huang Yan's side.

"Mr. Huang, have you really thought about it?" The dustless Zen master asked.

Huang Yan looked at the rope that had been checked several times and nodded.

Nothing is ever safe. The Dustless Zen Master stretched out his hand and tried the rope of Huang Yan, and under his feet was an abyss. Once there is an accident, Huang Yan on the rope will definitely die for life.

Huang Yan didn't say much, and slowly slid down towards Forget Worries after putting on the rope.

Little Master Huixin wanted to say something but was stopped by Zen Master Wuchen, and finally just said to Huang Yan, pay attention to safety.

Maybe because of his age, the current Huixin can't understand why Huang Yan didn't care about his life to find the Forget Worry Flower.

No one knows how big it is. Because for so many years, no one dared to go down to pick the flowers. Whether Huang Yan can be found or not, no one is sure. Finding the flower in the end of forgetting worries is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack. What's more, if you find the Forget Worry Flower, Huang Yan may not be able to make it bloom.

Legend forgets the worry flower, shaped like a snow lotus, at night, the branches are red, and the flowers are green. During the day, the branches are green and the flowers are as white as snow.

The Zen Master told Huang Yan that even if he was lucky enough to find the Flower of Forgetfulness, he might not be able to get it back. The reason is that after finding the Forgetful Flower, you still need to use your own blood to provide for it.

It sounds like a curse, but it's exactly what it is. The branches of the Forgetfulness Flower can suck human blood. Only when it has sucked enough human blood and the blooming white flowers have completely turned blood-red, can it have the medicinal value of forgetting worries.

In fact, there were people who once found the Forget-Worry Flower, but until the end, there was no blood left on their bodies, and the flower did not turn red.

The old Zen master's words did not affect Huang Yan's determination to find the Flower of Forgetting Worries. On the cliff, they watched as Huang Yan's body gradually shrank until it disappeared.

Huang Yan moved slowly on the cliff like a gecko. Even though he had made all the preparations, his strong physique was still a little insignificant compared to the precipitous cliff. It didn't take long, because the steep cliffs and the sharp rock water chestnut had already caused blood to flow from his body in several places.

Huang Yan persisted. What he saw not only did not make him take a step back, but only inspired him to move forward. He moved cautiously, relying on his hands and arm strength, little by little. At the steady place, Huang Yan also gasped for breath. But fortunately, the pain on his body alleviated the torment in his heart.

On the cliff, the little monk Huixin asked the master how long Brother Huang would be looking for. The dustless Zen master shook his head, and when the opportunity comes, he will naturally be able to find it. It's just this opportunity, who knows when it will come.

What is chance, in the final analysis, chance is that no one can say. It's your chance to meet it, and it's your chance to meet it.

Two days passed unconsciously. The dustless Zen master gave the little monk Huixin a bone flute and told him to stare at the rope on the cliff. As soon as Huang Yan had any news, he blew the bone flute.

"Master, will Brother Huang not be able to come up?" The little monk Huixin asked with some concern.

"Amitabha." The dustless Zen master recited the Buddha's name, did not make any answer, and turned to leave.

On the cliff, the little monk Huixin obeyed the arrangement of the dustless Zen master and stayed there quietly.

On the cliff, for two days, Huang Di did not sleep. Looking at the food in his backpack, he knew he was running out of time. He could still drink some of the seepage water from the rock wall if he was thirsty on the cliff, and if he ran out of food, he would never have the strength to climb back.

Just as Huang Yan was deciding whether to give up, a flower as white as snow, like carved from ice and snow, appeared in front of his eyes.

After just one glance, he remembered what the Zen Master Wuchen had said. Huang Yan asked the old Zen master how to distinguish which one was the forgetful flower he was looking for with so many flowers and plants on the cliff.

"You'll know when you see it." The dustless Zen master said.

"Why?" Huang Yan asked puzzled at the time.

"Because it's so beautiful."

Huang Yan remembered this sentence. At this moment, when he saw the Forgetfulness Flower, he finally understood the words of the Dustless Zen Master.

On the cliff, Huang Yan fixed his position with ropes. The moment he stretched out his finger to make contact with the Forgetful Worry Flower, he saw that the branches seemed to have life, and suddenly a long thorn suddenly appeared and pierced directly into his finger, followed by a stinging pain that pierced his heart, and Huang Yan's whole person seemed to be like a lightning strike in an instant. At that moment, every hair on his body seemed to stand on end.

To make offerings with his own blood, Huang Yan remembered the words of the dustless Zen master.

Slowly, slowly, with the passage of time, there was also the blood of Huang Yan.

The white flowers of Forgetfulness turned blood-red, as brilliant as bright red roses. At the last moment before he fell unconscious, Huang Yan finally took off the Forgetfulness Flower and put it in his backpack.

On the cliff, the little monk Huixin saw the originally fixed rope and suddenly tightened it. He knew that Huang Yan below must have encountered a problem, so he hurriedly blew the bone flute.

Hearing the sound of the bone flute, the dustless Zen master also rushed over as soon as possible. It took a lot of effort for the two of them to pull Huang Yan back from the cliff. Along with Huang Yan, there was also the forgetful worry flower in his bag.

Forget the worry flower, this is the first time the little monk Huixin has seen the legendary forget worry flower. He has always known the legend of the temple. Before, he believed in the existence of the Forgetfulness Flower, just because he believed in his master. He knew that Master would not lie to him.

"Master, forget the worries!" When he saw that Huang Yan had really found the Forget Worry Flower, the little monk Huixin shouted. There are surprises when I see the flowers for the first time, and there are also unbelievable incredible.

"That's right," the Dustless Zen Master nodded, "It's still a blood-red Forget-Forget Flower." There was also the same excitement in the tone of the dustless Zen master as the little monk Huixin.

The rescued Huang Yan was already dying. The dustless Zen master arranged for him to rest in the guest room, and asked the little monk Huixin to take good care of him.

Looking at the blood-red forgetful flower, the dustless Zen master silently said the word "chance". Over the decades, many people have come to look for the Forgotten Worry Flower, but very few have found it. There are only a handful of people who can use their own blood to raise red.

If it weren't really painful, who would ignore life and death. While thinking, the dustless Zen master began to make the medicine that made people forget their worries. It was the third time in his life that he had made it, and he thought maybe it would be the last time as well.

When the dustless Zen master brought the medicine, Huang Yan had just woken up from a coma.

"Mr. Huang, have you really thought about it?" The dustless Zen master asked.

At this time, Huang Yan, who had lost too much blood, turned pale. With the help of the little monk Huixin, he tried to sit up.

In fact, there is no need for his answer at all. The Zen Master of Dustless had already seen the answer in his resolute eyes. The old Zen master didn't say anything, just picked up a cup of tea and handed it to Huang Yan, and at the same time prepared - pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Under the master's instructions, the little monk Huixin took out scissors and took a piece of hair on Huang Yan's head.

"People are often contradictory. What hurts you the most is often what you cherish the most and can't let go. Master Wuchen said, "Before you, there were two people who drank the water of forgetfulness, but after a few years, they all came back to regain the memories they had lost. ”

Huang Yan picked up the teacup on the table. After listening to the words of the Zen Master Wuchen, he instantly understood his intentions. Huang Yan is no longer the reckless teenager he was a few years ago. He will no longer take the initiative to refute that he will not regret it.

"Pen, ink, paper, and inkstone should be to record, what I want to forget." It's just that Huang Yan still has a question, "What is the purpose of cutting my hair?" ”

"I'm going to use it to make a key that can help you recover your lost memory."

By the time they spoke, the ink had been polished. Zen Master Wuchen opened the yellow paper in his hand, and the pen was already in his hand. The dustless Zen master told Huang Yan that he was lucky. At least one day, when he regrets it, he still has a way to regain the memories and abilities that once belonged to him.

Silent, Huang Yan drank the tea in his hand, drinking tea as if he were drinking wine. Huang Yan understood that the Zen Master Wuchen recorded his story because he was afraid that one day, he would regret it like the people before him.

The dustless Zen master didn't seem to care about all this, holding the tea in his left hand and the pen in his right hand. The little monk Huixin had already left, and there was only silence left in the empty room.

There are a thousand words, but the first sentence is difficult to open. It was a long story, and Huang Yan was thinking about when he should start with it.

In the city of Beijing, a fairly good university. Speaking of which, although it is not as good as Tsinghua University and Peking University, it is still among the world's top universities. Therefore, in Huang Yan's heart, although he has never claimed to be the pride of the sky, he always has a trace of arrogance.

Every teenager has a heroic dream. Huang Yan was also young, and he also had it when he was young. He enlisted in the army in college, and after graduation, he entered the ** department with the first overall score. In the quiet night, Huang Yan also thought that if he had been less arrogant back then, or had not chosen this job at the beginning, his life today might be completely different.

For those of them, that job was hectic and came with danger. But compared to these, secrecy is the most headache for them.

Rule 1: Even those closest to them cannot tell who they are.

Because of the nature of their work, it is determined that they are not destined to live the life of ordinary people. As long as they receive an order, they will leave at any time, so it is normal for them to disappear anytime and anywhere for no reason. For his family, for his girlfriend, if there is any guilt, it is from his own work.

Huang Yan's external identity is the project leader of a public relations company. If there's one thing good about this job, it's that he has an excuse at any time that a customer has a new demand and he has to rush over. Huang Yan has worked for five years and has been in love with Liu Piaopiao for four years. In the past five years, he has made countless contributions, and the awards and certificates he has received can be plastered all over the wall. Maybe because of guilt, for four years, as long as he had the opportunity, he tried his best to stay by her side. At half past two in the morning, she said she wanted to eat seafood, and he drove to the nearest seafood market and tapped on the doors of the shops. In the end, the helpless boss, while scolding him for being mentally ill, opened the door and weighed crabs and prawns for him.

After working for five years, Huang Yan has won the first place in physical training and mixed martial arts for five consecutive years. In the second year of his relationship with Liu Piaopiao, he had already applied and would not participate in the field team unless it was a special circumstance. Not because he is timid, but because he has one more person to take care of in his heart and an extra responsibility on his shoulders.

Before his last mission, with the help of his teammates, he also made a pair of concentric diamond rings with his own hands.

Tracking down Nofi, this is the last mission Huang Yan receives. The leader promised him that after completing this task, Huang Yan could apply to go back to get married. Before the mission, Huang Yan also secretly made a phone call to Piaopiao.

"We're going to work overtime tonight. Are you home? Huang Yan asked quietly on the phone.

"Well, here it is. You also have to pay attention to your body and remember to eat," Piao Piao said with concern.

"Do you remember ......"

"Close the door!" Piao Piao interrupted the phone with a smile and what Huang Yan was about to say, "Don't worry, I'm home, it will be safe to drop ......" Piao Piao originally wanted to say something more to Huang Yan. It's just that Huang Yan on the other end had to hang up the phone.

Before hanging up the phone, Huang Yan said to her in a particularly mysterious tone: "Wait until I go back to give you a surprise." ”

When Huang Yan called, Team Wu was standing beside him. Here are the rules here, according to the regulations, you can't call before the mission. It's just that Huang Yan has been working under him for five years, and he knows his subordinates too well.

"Wife slave, you are like this without getting married, how can you live when you get married!" Team Wu said jokingly. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the phone in his hand, the meaning was very clear. After the phone call, it's time to turn it in.

Huang Yan didn't refute, just smiled sweetly.

"Boss, when we propose, we're going to go too, cheer you up!" A teammate next to him said.

Then the other chimed in and said, "Yes, we have to go." When the time comes, no one in our group will be left behind......"

Then, some people shouted, no problem. Some people say they have to go. A colleague said with some complaints that he hadn't seen what his sister-in-law looked like.

Everyone, you say a word, I discuss it word by word. Until Team Wu shouted, "Everyone carefully check their respective equipment and prepare to go." ”

As soon as the words fell, the room immediately fell silent. In an instant, everyone had a serious expression on their faces. Before the operation, it was the last time they sorted out their gear. Trying to see if the communication equipment is working properly, whether the body armor and helmet are worn correctly, and whether the weapons are properly prepared, they know that every detail of the operation is related to their own lives and the lives of their companions.

With a sentence of departure, in the night, everyone went out and got in the car under the leadership of Team Wu.

Half an hour later, they had successfully surrounded the target. Just a minute before they were ready to act, the mission was abruptly halted.

"Team Wu, what's going on?" Huang Yan, who was already ambushed at the door, asked. In his opinion, everything is ready for now. As long as the leader gives an order, they can immediately arrest this group of vicious people.

"Obey the order and withdraw immediately!"

Team Wu's order came from the headset again, and the tone was tough and unquestionable.

Looking at his teammates beside him, Huang Yan shook his head helplessly and left with the team.

Put away the gun and came to the assembly point, Huang Yan was the first to get into the command car.

"Team Wu ......"

Without waiting for Huang Yan to finish speaking, Team Wu put a stack of photos into Huang Yan's hands. At the same time, the broadcast signal was switched to the computer screen of the command vehicle.

"The person in the photo is called Nofi, and he is currently the biggest drug lord in Asia. His men control the drug market in Southeast Asia. Not only that, according to the latest news, there is also a presence of Nofi in the drug market in Italy and France. Team Wu said.

"What does he have to do with our operation?" Huang Yan asked.

"According to the latest intelligence, Nofi went deep into the mainland this time to meet these people. He was joined by two European drug lords. Captain Wu said and took out the investigation report of the ** department, "The ** department, as well as the international ** organization, hope that we can cooperate with them this time and defeat these drug dealers in one fell swoop." ”

Because of this sudden change, the next operation had to be redeployed and arranged. Huang is tasked with tracking down these people, finding Nofi through them and finding two other European drug lords.

Huang Yan, who received the task, immediately took action. But what he didn't expect was when he followed Nofi to the hotel where he was staying. In the hotel, he saw his fiancée Piao Piao standing at the elevator entrance of the hotel with another man in her arms.

If time could be turned back, Huang Yan would definitely not make the same mistakes he once made. He would never rush to reason with them. If it weren't for that, Nofi wouldn't have discovered Huang's identity. If it hadn't been, Nofi wouldn't have escaped, and the next explosion wouldn't have happened, and no one would have died.

However, there is no if, let alone going back in time.

Huang Yan drank tea and told the next story. He spoke very slowly, and the dustless Zen master remembered it very carefully. Huang Yan's face seemed to be unwavering, but every word he said was like a knife, and the knife pierced his heart.

They sat together and talked all night.

When the little monk Huixin walked in, he happened to hear Huang Yan asking, "Forget the worries, can you really make me forget what I want to forget?" ”

But I saw the dustless Zen master laughing but did not answer. Pushing open the window, he gently raised his right hand, and a small bird suddenly flew in from outside the door and landed on his arm. The scene in front of him was like a magician playing tricks, and Huang Yan was stunned.

"Do you see any difference in it?" The dustless Zen master turned his head and asked.

"That bird only has one leg." Huang Yan said.

Master Sanssouci stretched out his hand, and the bird rubbed against his hand as if it had a spirit.

"The first time we met, his leg was so badly injured that it could threaten its life at any moment. In the end, I saved the bird, but it lost its leg forever. Today, you are like a bird on my arm. Forgetting your worries can make you forget the pain in your heart, but it will also make you lose the ability to love in the future. The dustless Zen master said.

"No love and no hate-" Huang Yan looked at the water in front of him, and suddenly understood.

The dustless Zen master folded his hands, said a word to Amitabha, and turned away. He had to admit that Huang Yan was the most perceptive person he had met over the years.

When Huang Yan met with the dustless Zen master and the little monk Huixin again, he was already on top of the main hall. In front of the Buddha statue, Huang Yan bowed three times, and then drove away. When he left, he left his backpack behind and handed it to the Zen Master Wuchen. In addition to some of the previous rope equipment, there are tens of thousands of dollars in cash.

The little monk Huixin told the dustless Zen master that there was not a drop left of the water that Huang Yan had drunk. The dustless Zen master gave Huixin everything that had been written and the pills made from Huang Yan's hair to Hui Xin, so that he could keep them well. Facing the direction where Huang Yan went, Wuchen Zen Master said silently, maybe one day he will come again. It's just that at that time, I don't know if I'm still there.