The moon hung high, and the scholar sat there, drinking.

His hands trembled violently, and he kept pouring wine into his mouth.

Ridiculously spilled on the outside than poured into the mouth.

A figure walked up and stood behind him.

"Father. The scholar put down the flask.

He kept looking at the moon, and the moon kept looking at him, and the light sprinkled on his face, and his face was white.

His eyes were glazed, tears mixed with wine, dripping down the corners of his mouth and falling to the ground.

"Hmm. "Someone shouted.

"I saw it. The scholar said.

"Hmm. ”

"You say...... How painful would that be?"

"Hmm. ”

"Can you not always huh?"

"Good. ”

The cloud brake machine sighed helplessly, and went to grab the wine jug again with trembling hands.

"It's better to drink less wine. The scholar's father finally uttered a complete sentence.

"It's my first time drinking, father, have you forgotten?" the cloud brake turned his head and smiled.

"Yes...... Be. ”

"It's so unpleasant, it doesn't taste as good as honey water. "But I see that the world is so bitter and so spicy." He held up the flask and pointed it at the moon, his hands trembling violently.

"You've drunk too much. Father said.

"Yes. Yun Chaji laughed, but the tears kept flowing, mixed with wine, and his clothes had already been wet, "Everyone in the world says that there is wine today and drunk today, and they all say that there is no poetry and no wine and no fun, all ...... "He laughed again, and poured a sip of wine into his mouth, but not a drop fell into his mouth.

Annoyed and angry, he threw the flask on the ground, and the porcelain jug blossomed on the ground with the liquor.

"You shouldn't have painted that. The person behind him said.

"What should not be?"

The cloud brake machine fell backwards, lay on the ground, opened his eyes, and what he was looking at was Yun Jing'an standing behind him.

"You know the consequences. Yun Jing'an frowned, squinting at Yun Xuanji's arm that was trembling even when it was placed on the ground.

"Hahaha!" The cloud brake machine laughed again, laughing presumptuously and smiling openly.

"Father, don't you also know the consequences?"

“......”

The rooster that woke up the east was noisy, and the east was slightly white.

Yun Jing'an stood up from his son's cloud brake machine - although the cloud brake machine had already slept deeply, he still sat here with him all night.

But now, it's time for him to go.

......

A porridge shop in the country of Taran.

The young man gulped down the porridge and pinched the steamed buns in one hand.

The maiden was much more elegant, and ate little by little with a spoon.

"This porridge shop in Talan is really cheap!" the boy sighed.

The girl did not speak, and drank porridge quietly.

She didn't like noisy places, she just wanted to finish her drink quickly and go out and wait.

A middle-aged man walked in, with an ordinary appearance, an ordinary temperament, and an ordinary dress.

It's hard to notice him in the middle of nowhere.

But he sat at the table between Zhang Tiansheng and Ji Ling, so he was noticed.

"Uncle, who are you?" Zhang Tiansheng said while chewing on steamed buns.

"Yun Jing'an. ”

The girl's movements froze, and she put the half-raised spoon back into the bowl.

"Yun Jing'an, do you know?" Zhang Tiansheng looked at the girl.

The girl's face was serious.

"Don't be nervous, just have a casual conversation. Yun Jingan said with a smile.

"I wonder what Mr. Jing'an is up to?" the girl asked.

Zhang Tiansheng saw that the girl seemed to know this Yun Jing'an, so he ignored it and lowered his head to drink porridge.

"I'm a little hungry, please ask me to drink a bowl of porridge?" Yun Jingan looked at Zhang Tiansheng, who was drinking porridge with a stuffy head.

The latter froze, but nodded anyway.

"What can I get from this bowl of porridge from Mr.?" the girl Ji Ling narrowed her eyes and smiled.

Mr. Jing'an seemed surprised: "It's just a bowl of porridge, what do you want to change?

"That's a loss. The girl said.

"Then what do you want?" Yun Jing'an asked.

"Let's eat first, talk as we eat. ”

"Good. ”

......

Yun Jingan put down the porridge bowl, he drank it very quickly, so fast that Zhang Tiansheng slandered: he was not afraid of being hot, he drank it all in one gulp like drinking cold water, and it was a waste.

"My son should have painted a portrait of you yesterday, right?" Yun Jingan asked Ji Ling.

"Well, it turned out to be Mr. Jing'an's son, no wonder. The girl said.

"He touched something too far, so he paid the price, and I warned him that he should flee, but he didn't believe it. ”

"So Mr. is here to ask the teacher about the crime?"

Yun Jingan laughed: "Of course not, whether it is life or death, whether it is to seal the pen or break his arm, it is his own choice, and it is usually impossible to say whether this thing is good or bad." So of course, there is no such thing as asking guilt. ”

"And who is that?"

"Just to come and see you. ”

"Look at me?"

"Someone has to remember. ”

"Remember what?"

"The last dancer on earth. ”

“......”

Ji Ling was silent, her heart seemed to be filled with lead, what she wanted to forget, she didn't want to think about again.

The damned, heavy stuff should turn to dust, to charcoal, to soot like a burning fire.

"The future is near. Yun Jingan said, "But there is still some time." ”

Ji Ling raised her eyes, a little cold: "What do you want to say?"

"Cherish. Yun Jingan shook his head, "Cherish it!"

It turns out that you can really only cherish it?

Who writes the future?

What is it......

What the?

Ji Ling lowered her eyes and didn't want to raise them anymore.

"Asexual didn't say anything?" Yun Jingan asked suddenly.

The girl shook her head, reacted suddenly, raised her head and asked, "How do you know ......?"

"My son knows it, how could I not know?"

"Is it really good to know this? The price is so heavy. ”

"It's not that you pay because you know, but that you are willing to pay the price, so you know. ”

"But that's not the same thing, as long as you don't talk, don't you watch, don't you listen?"

Yun Jingan shook his head: "It's not up to anyone!"

"Why not?"

"It doesn't give up its will to what it wants people to do. Just make you think, that's enough. ”

Ji Ling was at a loss, this is a bit profound and difficult to understand.

"You may not want to do it subjectively, but at some point, you suddenly want to do it, you know?"

Ji Ling shook her head again.

On the side, Zhang Tiansheng's eyes flickered.

"From an early age, I told him not to hesitate, not to think too much, not to run away. ”

"He promised me very earnestly every time. ”

"But he's still facing you, and he's still drawing that picture. ”

"I can't change it...... It can't be changed. ”

Yun Jing'an was actually melancholy.

This one of the top powerhouses in the world is so melancholy, no, not melancholy.

It was a ...... disguised as melancholy A sense of powerlessness.

"Are you afraid?" Zhang Tiansheng asked suddenly.

Yun Jingan raised his eyebrows and looked at the young man.

"Perhaps, in my opinion, everyone in the world should be afraid, and all those who are not afraid are because they are weak. ”

"The stronger, the more terrifying?"

"So to speak. ”

"Then why do people struggle to get stronger?"

"Because they can't see fear until they become stronger. ”

"That's the rule. Zhang Tiansheng squinted.

"Yes. ”

"But I've seen someone who isn't afraid, he's strong too. ”

"Asexual?"

"And his apprentices. ”

"Huh. Yun Jing'an sneered, "Look, when he really comes face to face with the rules, he will be equally afraid." ”

Zhang Tiansheng shook his head: "No, maybe you will be dazed, you may be desperate, or you may be light, but in short, you will never be afraid, you have never gotten along with him, so you won't understand." ”

"Perhaps. Yun Jing'an stood up, "If you need any help, come to the spring pool to find me, this bowl of porridge can't be drunk in vain, and my son's hands can't be wasted." ”

Yun Jing'an left, leaving behind the back of an ordinary middle-aged man.

Zhang Tiansheng's eyes flickered, and at a certain moment, he saw a little spark.

Only a little, but warm.

But he was obviously afraid.

Can people who are afraid also ignite anger?

But as he said, did this anger arise subjectively from his own body, or did the rules make him generate?

Can't figure it out.

It's like a mess.

I don't know what these powerful people think, and why they can always come up with so much twisted logic.

It's awkward.

Zhang Tiansheng shook his head, shook off his messy thoughts, and left a piece of broken silver.

"Let's go. ”