"Gongsun Yang stopped dying, it was self-broken, it was very absurd, and when it was broken, it was not even as valued as two pennies, and it was even worse than a plate of fennel beans to make people worry.

People only know that ten prisoners escaped from the prison, but they don't know who the extra old man is.

His body was collected, and no one knew his name, let alone remembered what he did.

It seems that this is the rivers and lakes, and the word absurd is enough to explain a thousand things.

It seems that this is the world, people come and go, bustling, but few people can leave something.

It's just that the rivers and lakes are exhausted, leaving no children's affection, posterity talks about the past and the present, and the life is full of words, and I can't tell how much love and hatred, infatuated and resentful. ”

I don't know how many years will be in the future.

In a restaurant in Chang'an City, a storyteller slapped the board in his hand, said the last paragraph of his story, ate the last fennel bean on his plate, and closed the curtain of the last story of the past in the rivers and lakes.

The guests came and went, but almost no one listened to him talk about this book that had been rotten.

Only a child bites a finger and looks at the storyteller as he shakes his head and gets up.

"Sir, what happened after that, what happened after that?"

The storyteller was stunned for a moment, then looked at the child and said with a wry smile.

"After that, I didn't inquire after that, I only knew that Wenlai Villa has now become the largest letter village in the rivers and lakes, and it is being taken care of by Li Qing, the eldest of the nine orphans that year. The second Lian Qing has become the most famous killer in the bloody clothes building, the third Li Huiwen is the celebrity around the current empress Li Changan, the fourth Zhuang worshiped in the Shaolin Temple, and the fifth Zhang Shan is a famous painter today······ In short, each has its own way out. ”

"What about the apprentice who robbed the saint, it was Ning Caihe. The child blinked, and asked curiously.

"Him. The storyteller couldn't help but laugh and patted the child's head and said.

"He is now the person who is most like the Li Si back then. ”

······

On the other side of Chang'an City, on top of a towering city tower.

"Whew!"

I could only hear the sound of the wind blowing, and a young man in white ran through the building with light skills.

He was holding a jade pendant in his hand, white and flawless, and it looked very valuable.

If you look closely, you can find that there is a word engraved on it, a stolen word.

The pen is relaxed, chic and indulgent, but it is integrated with the jade pendant.

"Ning Caihe, where are you running!" a shout came from behind the man in white.

Looking back, Gai was a large internal catcher in purple, carrying a broad knife chasing after him.

"Zuo Zhutou, why do you have to chase so closely, this is originally my master's thing. It's okay for me to get my stuff back, right?"

The white-clothed man named Ning Caihe stopped by the city tower with a wry smile, turned around and said quietly.

"But Yu Fa can't do it!" the purple-clothed catcher stopped opposite Ning Caihe, pulled out the official knife in his hand and shouted.

"You also know that this is what the emperor wants by name today, hand over that piece of physical evidence immediately, and I can still let you go this time!"

"Let me go?" Ning Caihe threw the jade pendant in his hand, and there was a bit of a mocking look in his eyes.

"Can you catch up with me?"

As he spoke, his body fell backwards and fell down the tower.

"Left catcher, we will see you again. ”

"The thief is gone!"

The purple-clothed head-catcher's eyes glared, and he immediately flew towards the city tower, but where could he still find Ning Caihe's figure, this place was already empty.

"Damn, I'm going to sue you sooner or later. With a fierce wave of the wide knife in his hand, Zuo Liangping turned his head and shouted at a few belated catchers.

"Immediately order to go down, the whole city is under martial law, and the big thief Ning Caihe is arrested!"

"Yes!"

······

In the rivers and lakes, it is difficult to distinguish the years.

I can't tell how many years later, Li Si's longevity has also come to an end.

The nine children, including Ning Caihe, had recently come to visit him.

The second Lian Qing was the last to come, and when he arrived, Li Si was wearing a red dress and kneeling in front of the hall.

Today is also Li Si's last day.

His appearance is very old, but his clothes are unusually bright, golden and red, just like the clothes of the bridegroom.

This is the one given to him by the strange old man back then, which he has always kept and never worn.

"Sir. Lian Qing stood behind Li Si and said with a salute.

"You're here. Li Si asked with a smile.

"Hmm. Lian Qing held the sword in his hand and responded, and his slightly cold expression showed a rare hint of warmth.

"The murderous aura on your body is heavy again. Li Si turned his head and glanced sideways at Lian Qing.

"There's no way, I'm in the rivers and lakes. Lian Qing shook his head and replied, and then sat silently beside Li Si.

"Hey······" In front of the hall, Li Si sighed slowly.

"I can't persuade you, but you have to remember ······"

"Don't be obsessed. Before Li Si finished speaking, Lian Qing had already picked up the second half of the sentence.

He looked at Li Si, squeezed out a dead man-like smile from his face, and spoke.

"I remembered sir, I remembered. ”

"Hmm. Li Si nodded helplessly and didn't say anything more.

There was no word for a long time, until Lian Qing asked again.

"Sir, when a person dies, is there nothing left? ”

Li Si lowered his head and looked at the ground in front of him, and after a while, he should have smiled and said with an uncertain expression.

"You know what, when you die, there's nothing left, that's the best. ”

Just like what he is looking forward to now, is to die with nothing, forget everything, and start a new life.

"Really?" Lian Qing pondered for a while, as if he was thinking about something, and only after he finished thinking about it did he continue to ask.

"When are you going to leave, sir?"

"Tomorrow morning. Li Si replied slowly.

"Hmm. Lian Qing nodded: "In this case, I will accompany Mr. on a ride." ”

After that, he didn't wait for Li Si to answer, so he closed his eyes silently.

The hall fell silent, and there was no more speech all night.

By the time dawn the next day, the sun was a little harsh.

The light of the sky broke through the clouds on the horizon, fell in front of the hall of the small courtyard, and spread on Li Si and Lian Qing.

Lian Qing opened his eyes.

And Li Si never woke up again.

······

At this point, it seems that the story should be over, maybe it should have been like this, but this story has some content behind.

······

Santu River, Nai He Bridge.

The banks of the Lechuan River are full of red flowers.

However, on the bridge, there are countless expressionless people walking.

Li Si also walked among them, wearing a golden red robe, and followed the "crowd" calmly, until he walked in front of an old woman, and then slowly stopped.

The old woman handed him a bowl of water, which he took it, raised his head and drank it, not a drop left, and then walked past the old woman.

He was in a daze for a while, and walked away in despair.

But after a few breaths, he came to his senses again in the "crowd". At this time, they had just stepped off the Nai He Bridge and were about to reincarnate.

Li Si glanced at Santuchuan in the distance in a daze, and he couldn't tell whether he was dazed or clear in his eyes, but after a long time, he shook his head with a wry smile and scolded in a low voice.

"Lao Tzu, it's really a rotten wood. ”

Indeed, he should have been a rotten wood, because he still could not forget anything.

······

Every story will have an end, but what if there is such a person, only that person, has walked through this end.

Does he still belong to his story, or is he already the one in the next story?

······

The rivers and lakes have been in the world for a hundred years, and there are thousands of faces in the past.

There were merchants and horses on the road, and they also heard the roar of hawkers.

The merchant girl in the pavilion of the red mansion asked, can the hero dare to warm the wine.

Miss Boudoir covered her face and bought rouge to buy gouache.

The beggar begged for a reward, and the west wind made people cold last night.

Who is the chicken, flying, dog jumping, the original child sued the family.

The yellow dog on East Street bites Mr., and the donkey hits the stone pier on West Street.

Who can hear it in a hundred years, here and now.

Once the old man became dust, and once the new man entered again.

Everything is not enough, and half of the paper is empty in this life.