Li Si is a very nostalgic person, most of the time, so he always can't forget some things that ordinary people can easily forget.

He often remembers these things inadvertently, and then inadvertently remembers them at certain times.

This is a good thing, because if the past is wine, the more time passes, the purer it will become. Alcohol enough to intoxicate, alcohol enough to precipitate, alcohol enough to linger on the mouth.

But this is also a bad thing, because if he is the only one left to drink the wine at the end, the more mellow the wine, the more it hurts. It seems to be able to drink people to the point of heart, and it can also make people drink like a knife.

Those who can't go back, and can't be retained, are always like this, the more beautiful they are, the more people don't want to think of them. But they remain there, just like man's own cruelty to himself, and he refuses to forget.

In this way, Li Si is really a person who is very cruel to himself. Because he always remembered the things that were enough to gouge out his heart and lungs over and over again. What he regrets, what he can't keep.

The feelings between people are sometimes like lines that are not parallel, extending infinitely, and finally intertwined, and then continuing to stretch separately.

If nothing goes wrong, the threads will end up in a mess. But what if all of a sudden, all the other lines break, and all of a sudden, only one line continues to extend.

Will it be easy, or will it be a loss?

Li Si didn't know what he thought, he only knew that he really couldn't forget the things he had memorized.

I can't forget those years, the girl who leaned on his shoulder and laughed and cried, I can't forget those years, dinner in a 30-square-meter cottage, and I can't forget those years, when the two sat on the broken sofa and thought about the future together. I can't forget the girl who told him that she wanted to live with him for the rest of her life. I can't forget the gray-haired appearance of her sitting by his bedside at the end.

So how scared he was, afraid that he would get entangled in something that he couldn't forget.

He was afraid that he would never forget a bowl of Meng Po soup, which was very bitter, much more bitter than the Chinese medicine he didn't like to drink.

Yes, he forgot to drink Meng Po soup, he just drank it useless······

But he said that he had forgotten, because he thought that as long as he drank it again, as long as he drank it again, he should really forget it, forget all the things that should not be remembered, and live another life in style.

But how did he know that there was no refill in the underworld······

The old monk said that he had a cold temperament, but only Li Si himself knew, he was just afraid. He was afraid of being entangled again, he was afraid of the next life, and he still remembered the things that he should have forgotten a long time ago.

He just wants to live an easy life, without being so tied and tugging.

He just wants a thread from beginning to end, tasting and stopping, and living a life in a playful way.

But now, it seems that he still remembers. He still remembers the first scripture that the old monk taught him to read; he still remembers the first monk's robe that the old monk made for him; he still remembers the Buddhist classics that the old monk told him in those bitter days; he still remembers the rabbit that the old monk caught from the mountain because he was afraid that he would be bored; he still remembers that on a snowy day that year, the old monk rarely went down the mountain and brought back a bean paste bag and a sugar man.

Li Si is really a person who is very cruel to himself, it seems that as long as someone treats him well, he will write it down, and then he will never forget it.

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The incense and candles on the Buddhist hall seemed to be about to burn out, and the wooden fish was knocking empty, and the chanting still did not stop.

Li Si sat there with his head down, as if he was thinking a lot, and as if he was just sitting silently and expressionlessly, with a calm expression and not much sound.

It wasn't until a long time had passed, when the old monk's scriptures were almost finished, that he suddenly asked out loud.

"How long do you have to die?"

"Six months. After a pause, the old monk replied slowly.

"I see. Li Si stood up from the hall, patted the hem of his clothes, and took one last look at the old monk and said.

"I'll stay here for six months, and if you fall into the devil, I'll kill you. ”

I have to say that the old monk is really accurate in looking at people, and Li Si can always be ruthless, for himself.

"Thank you. The old monk didn't look back, but just turned his back to Li Si and said.

"No thanks. Li Si replied lightly, turned around and walked outside the hall.

Now he's going to write a letter, to a man, and have him send a sword.

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When Dugu no longer heard that Li Si needed a sword, he went out of Huanqing Mountain, and according to Li Si's intentions, he went to the Hidden Sword Valley and found the palace that did not leave the mountain.

Gong Buqi read Li Si's letter, laughed and said that it was a coincidence, and asked Dugu to wait in the valley for a month. He happened to have a sword to be forged, a sword that had been cast for so long that it had been forgotten by the Jianghu people. Since Li Si wants to use a sword now, then take it to him and use it.

Dugu no longer refused, and lived in the Valley of the Hidden Sword.

It wasn't until a month later that he took the sword that Gong Buqi gave him and went to Jinshan Temple······

By the time Dugu arrived at Jinshan Temple, it was already in mid-May, and it was the Shuhu Nu who helped him open the temple gate.

As soon as he entered the temple, he saw Li Si sitting on the edge of the courtyard.

At first glance, Dugu Buno thought that he was wrong, because he had never seen Li Si so cold.

In his memory, Li Si has always been smiling, heartless, not ashamed, not annoyed, careless about everything, and laughing at everything.

But what about the person in front of him, the temperament on his body is almost colder than him. It's hard to imagine that dead man's face used to smile.

Could it be that a serious illness can still make people's temperament change, and Dugu can't think about it anymore.

However, he already knew that Li Si's illness had been cured, this was what Xiao Muqiu from Fengyulou told him, and that time in Mingzhou City, he also had to thank him for sending him back to Huanqingshan.

It's his fox appearance that always makes people feel that he has another meaning.

"What's wrong with Li Si?" Looking at Li Si who was sitting alone on the edge of the courtyard from a distance, Dugu Bu frowned and asked the Shuhu Girl.

"It's hard to talk about, so don't ask more. "The Tiger Girl's face didn't look very good.

After learning about the old monk's situation, she also stayed. After all, with Li Si's current appearance, she really didn't worry about letting Li Si stay here alone.

"Yes. Since everyone said so, Dugu didn't ask much. Then, silently, he looked to the side again.

Then, his face turned red, and he looked at the Shuhu Girl and continued to ask.

"So, what about Sisi?"

"Huh?" the Tiger Girl's expression was stunned, obviously not knowing who Dugu was talking about.

However, there is another bigger reason for her to be stunned, that is, the loneliness in front of her is gone, and she looks weird.