In the spring equinox, yin and yang are half together, day and night are even, and the cold and heat are flat.

There is still half a month from Qingming, everything has not fully awakened, the pear blossoms are budding, the begonia is full of stamens, and the distant mountains and suburbs seem to be just lightly draped in a thin layer of green veil. The best time to go green has not come, otherwise, under the green willow tree, on the edge of the bright yellow flower field, on the path that no one has set foot in the whole winter, there is definitely more than a pair of lovers.

Under the scarlet oil paper fan, the cold wind stirred his clothes lightly, and he watched with a smile as the woman in front of him clumsily stepped over the small puddle on the path with the tender green moss, held the umbrella high above her head, and waited for her to stand firm, before gently stepping forward into the umbrella. This light rain like a filament of ghee was sprinkled on the umbrella, and it also shone with a faint light.

On the willow leaves like Dai Mei, the accumulated raindrops are crystal clear, and sometimes nodding slightly, the raindrops will crackle and fall, hitting the umbrella, the vibration of the umbrella surface is like the heartbeat of the two people under the umbrella, slightly chaotic, but peaceful.

In the fields by the roadside, the leaves of the rape flowers were as wide as the palms of a man's hands, and the couple walked by and gently patted them on them, and the mischievous droplets of water on the page cheered and climbed onto their clothes, and conjured into the pose of many flowers.

Except for the collision of leaves, the slight breathing, and the drizzling rain, the other sounds in this world seem a little redundant. Yuan Zhen was a little distressed, because he could hear more, such as the occasional light touch between the shoulders of the two, and the sound of rubbing between the clothes, which made his heart beat disorderly. Yuan Zhen knew that the woman beside her who was too beautiful to be real at the moment could also feel it, and she walked slowly side by side, occasionally touching the backs of each other's hands, and the tingling sensation that rose from her skin spread to the bottom of her heart, and her heart trembled slightly, until the ventricles were slightly painful, as if she was about to gain and about to lose, mixed with irrepressible joy, and her emotions blocked all words like a torrent. Although the heart is turbulent, surging and surging like lava, it is only a gentle, slow, and cautious step.

"Then go on quietly and quietly. Yuan Zhen thought silently.

Another breeze blew, but in this light rainy weather, it seemed warm and warm, and Yuan Zhen felt warm and light. Then he saw his consciousness pulled away by the gust of wind, blowing farther and farther away. He saw a vermilion oil-paper umbrella, and a pair of white-clothed people under the umbrella walked slowly forward on the field path full of golden butter cauliflower. Gently, quietly, step into the darkness around you.

With a slight contraction of pupils, Yuan Zhen finally gathered his scattered consciousness, and found himself reclining on a Taishi chair, holding a magnificent picture scroll in his hand, as if he was just appreciating this picture scroll for a moment. What I saw and felt just now was still subtle, but now it has begun to blur and dissipate.

It's like a dream in a nap in early spring.

Yuan Zhen looked around, in the middle of the hall wall, an eight-foot landscape was ethereal and dusty, the clouds and mist in the mountains seemed to flow slowly, and there was a faint distant noise of birds and cicadas in his ears. There is a huge plaque on the landscape painting, and the four words "pine and cypress Shouzhen" are strong and vigorous, and Yuan Zhen can't help but chew the charm between the lines repeatedly.

Yuan Zhen felt that this absolutely strange scene had a strange sense of familiarity, he stood up, couldn't help but stretch a long lazy waist, paced to the door, a huge ginkgo tree stood in the courtyard, the breeze blew gently, the golden leaves fell one after another, the woman in the sky blue skirt under the tree looked at the falling leaves in the sky, put the broom in her hand aside helplessly, picked up the white sweat towel around her neck and wiped the sweat on her forehead, under the sleeves rolled up at the elbows, the pair of lotus arms and the snow-white skin between the neck reflected each other, shining in the sun。 She turned her head and saw Yuan Zhen dressed in a white robe, standing under the old door frame and looking at herself in a daze, and couldn't help but smile sweetly.

Won-jeong felt that her whole thing was melted by this smile.

In fact, it's everything in front of you that melts. Various scenery melts and mixes, including Wonzhen herself. Everything turned into a bizarre color that filled the eyes, slowly flowing along an indescribable trajectory, which was mysterious and indescribable. Won-jeong felt like she was sinking into a huge mass of colored syrup, squeezing and suffocating like a shadow.

I don't know how long it took, Yuan Zhen suddenly felt a pain in her heart. The pain came for no reason, without a trace, but it seemed to penetrate deep into the bone marrow. He couldn't help but start struggling. As soon as I struggled, I felt myself staggering back a few steps, until I hit the corner of the coffee table, and then I was relieved from the chaos.

Holding on to the coffee table, Yuan Zhen staggered to her feet, took a deep breath and slowly opened her eyes. In front of him was an empty hall, and outside the hall, the bluestone slabs of the street were crowded with all kinds of people, men, women, children, and peddlers. One of the wooden walls facing the hall had turned white, and occasionally some cracks had been cut open by the sunlight and pierced in, as if sharp swords had pierced through the heart, and several of them were nailed to the table of the Eight Immortals in the center of the hall.

Yuan Zhen's gaze flickered like dust flying in the sunlight, and when it finally landed on a few small pieces of things on the table, it snapped and shattered with his heart.

An old man with a slumped body in front of the table seemed to be saying something, the appearance of beating his chest and feet, coupled with a tearful look, like a carving knife, carved the most profound memory on Yuanzhen's rotten wood-like mind, Yuanzhen could calmly perceive that this memory is called hatred. The old man's two thin lips flew up and down, but Yuanzhen couldn't hear anything, and the feeling of suffocation made him tilt his head and stretch his neck, like a drowning chicken, like a stranded pond fish.

When his gaze finally swept to one of the wooden hairpins among the debris, the heartstrings that the wind simply broke with a bang. The darkness spread before his eyes again, and the blackness was like that of the graceful woman who had taken off the hairpin while grooming, and the long black hair was as shocking as a waterfall rolling down.

Before his consciousness was swallowed up, with the terrible scream of the clump of flesh on the table, Yuanzhen's roar echoed in the darkness for a long time. Vaguely, Yuan Zhen saw her smile back, waved her hand and turned around, and gradually walked away, a pair of jade feet appeared and disappeared in the darkness with the movement of her footsteps, like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

"I want to go out and see. Yuan Zhen finally pulled out of those fragmented memories, reached out and touched the iron fence glowing with cold light in front of him, and looked around at the dense prison cells around him, and the empty and numb prisoners in the cells, "I don't want to be like that." ”

"More than enough, but not enough. ”

"What's the explanation?"

The prison envoy waved his sleeves, and a coinage with a strong golden light hovered in front of Yuan Zhen. The coinage is extremely uneven, as if it had been corroded by strong acid, but it gives the impression of an extremely standard circle. It's so round that it doesn't seem like it's real.

"5,400 years ago, the monks and the monks exterminated the religion, and all parties boasted of the family, a total of one hundred and eighty, and each family kept a god coinage to establish the clan. The family of the family, bathed in this light, increases their wisdom, and occasionally has the luck of heaven, they can travel to the wonderland of heaven and man, and they have all gained. There are wise people, create divine strategies, establish sects, and their clans practice them, and then they have supernatural powers. However, the people in the world, there are more than billions of living beings and wise people, and those who have not obtained coinage have lost their intelligence, like pigs and dogs. 4,600 years ago, after breaking through the hundred tribes, there was a holy light descending from the sky, and those who were called pigs and dogs could gradually regain their wisdom. ”

"So this is a coin of the gods? I don't care about that. ”

"What you want, what you don't want, what you care about, what you don't care about, it's none of my business. This Radiance coin was used to keep you alive, but not enough to set you free. ”

"Oh, then attach this message, there is more than enough, is there no more?"

"Seven years ago, the Holy Radiance Heavenly Descent was very abnormal, not only was the scope narrow, only this city, but it was ......," the prison envoy paused, "The time has not yet come!" he said solemnly.

What is the true embodiment of social vitality in the world? Often, many times, the flowers that look like brilliance are likely to be madness and self-anesthesia before disillusionment. And those dregs that have settled at the bottom of society will be awakened from the dark depths when the real torrent of the times comes, competing with those who live in the sun for food or hunting.

Twelve years after the fall of the Holy Radiance, there are many social dregs with a keen sense of smell like hyenas, as if they have become the white foam that rolls around at the head of the tide before the torrent of the times comes. Then deceit, killing, robbing, plundering, stealing, like sprouts that have broken through the ground, begin to grow with joy. This is especially true of the poor, dilapidated, but strangely filled with a unique vitality.

The way of the world is that the poorer they are, the easier it is to be deceived, because they desperately want to change their fate. But scammers also get poorer and poorer because they don't know what to cherish. The sudden wealth of scammers is the most real illusion of this world, and this illusion can attract a large number of people, so there are more and more swindlers, and the world is getting worse and worse.

"Do you believe in fate? Now, to change your fate, there is a very good opportunity in front of you. I have a friend who is the sedan bearer. You know, right? That's a big man! What? You haven't heard of it? You see, you haven't even heard of it, it's time for your son to go out and see the world. For a small fee, I will find a way for your son to go to the parish to breathe in that wonderful and sacred air, and to meet all kinds of great people, and perhaps any of them will take a fancy to it, and your whole family will soar! Don't thank me then, I'm just a middleman. You think about it, but I don't have much time and you have to be quick to decide. These, I will take it as a deposit you pay, and you wait for my news. ”

Xiang Huaishan squatted on the ground with a relaxed smile, said something that was completely meaningless to this man to the thin man lying on the ground who didn't dare to moan, and then calmly snatched the family's only and more likely last property.

"This world is really bad, it's a bunch of poor people who waste food. ”

"Brother Xiang, do you think this will work?"

"What do you say?"

"Let's grab ...... these days No, it's persuasion. I've persuaded dozens of people to pay the deposit, what can I do then?"

"In three days, I will go to the diocese to find a chance to change their fate. ”

"Three days later, who are you looking for? Guan Maoyuan, that kid doesn't even recognize our accounts. Fucking bastard!Phew!"

"He's not qualified enough. ”

"Then who else?" As a second-rate spiller who followed Xiang Huaishan all day and night, he really didn't understand who else Xiang Huaishan could find to solve the current problem. He may know that Xiang Huaishan is a powerful and invincible person in the slums, so those who have tasted the pleasure of strength tend to admire strength more than those who lack it.

"Brother Xiang, you are so powerful now, otherwise we will directly occupy this Fushou Mountain, who can not be convinced?"

"Fushou Mountain? It's just a dirty slum. ”

Xiang Huaishan has been wandering in the slums for more than ten years, born here, raised here, and no one will care about this little ghost except that his grandmother will teach him a little truth. The more no one cares, the more the young man has to remind the world of his existence, and in the slums, such reminders will only turn into violence and power. Xiang Huaishan likes to use words to "persuade", rather than directly relying on natural strength to squeeze. It's just that now he feels that this kind of life has tasted like chewing wax, so he wants to leave, to confirm some lingering thoughts in his mind.

"Lao Tzu is helping you, and one day, Lao Tzu will definitely repay you. Now I only accept a few copper plates from you, which is really cheap for you. ”

Xiang Huaishan thought firmly in his heart.