What is the beginning, and what is the end?

What is strong and what is weak?

The heart lake is open and peaceful, like a mirror with light, only penetrated by the edges and corners of the mountain peaks. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Bai Yi sat on top of the mountain, looking at everything around him, with regret and a little peace in his eyes.

"Some people don't want to be human at some point. Because the change of identity is not just a change of title, it is as simple as that. is like a general in the world, when he kills people, others will only say what his duty is, and will only praise him for charging into battle and being brave. No one will criticize them for their methods of killing, at most they sigh, they will succeed in ten thousand bones or pity the bones by the river, they are still people in a spring boudoir dream. ”

It seems to be explained, like nostalgia, but the phantom in front of Bai Yi who belongs to himself is no longer wanton and arrogant, no longer bewitching, only with a mocking smile. Laugh at his hypocrisy, laugh at his persistence, laugh at everything he has that resembles him.

"But, after all, you refused, didn't you?"

"Of course you have to refuse, you're a demon. Why can't I refuse? People often say that the devil in the heart is the truest heart, but is this really the case? Human nature is inherently good and human nature is inherently evil, and many philosophers have discussed it, but it has never come to fruition. How much power and wisdom do I have? Naturally, it is fruitless. ”

"There is no result, so it is a refusal, and your actions have not already revealed your choice? Why deceive yourself and say that there is no result? Don't you always believe that action is the final result?" The other party did not leave the slightest affection for himself, and forcibly exposed the extremely glaring hypocrisy in his eyes.

It's hypocrisy, it's really hypocrisy!

What he said is inconsistent with what he has chosen, what he says conceals his true intentions, and he has done the most decisive thing, but he still deceives himself and says that this is just a fruitless thing, this is not hypocrisy, what is it?

"Say you don't want to be a human being anymore, but you're still doing what people do. What is the difference between you and those mortals who seek the truth, and then plunge into falsehood, who want the most authentic thing, but who still use false words to deceive?"

"Probably. Bai Yi didn't seem to deny it, he just stared indifferently at the mirror-like heart lake, and what was under the lake was still clearly visible, for him, it was something that would never be erased. His inner demon came from there, and he has been hiding there, accompanying him for so many times, and accompanying him to this time after three lifetimes.

But even so, when people are in darkness, they desperately seek the light. Only by perceiving pain can people always cherish happiness. It may be exhausting, but I'm so stubborn. It's true that the doll can't be made by itself, but if you wind up in advance, you can plan the dance moves. Then even if you lose your body, body, and even your will and soul, those scattered and fragmented parts will continue to move according to the established trajectory, and you will not die. ”

"The timing you chose is good, but unfortunately, the clockwork on my body has not yet reached the end of stagnation. ”

There are many things that Bai Yi can't tell others, he can only say to himself. And after so many years, he can't find anyone to trust, so he can only tell himself these words. All the companionship will pass away, the quicksand that you hold tightly will never stay in your hands, and only you can always accompany you and never give up.

"Then why don't you let me go, why do you keep me here, just to make me a hole in the tree for you to confide in?, or are you not sure if what you are doing is the right thing?"

That's why he chose such a time, but he didn't expect that this hypocritical guy would even deceive himself. In other words, if he hadn't deceived himself, I'm afraid he wouldn't have survived this time.

Unlike everyone who thinks, this person who has been telling about his vulnerability is actually stronger than anyone else in the world. Because in his eyes, except for indifference, he has already lost all looks. If the lake is too clear, it will be difficult to see. That's the case in the white eye, you look into his eyes, you can see everything in it, but what you see is just a reflection of something else. The only thing you can't see is the sparkle that bursts out of his mind after deviating from the reflected and refracted light.

Bai Yi is a puppet, controlled by the trajectory of the destiny, the heart demon used to think so, but now looking at these eyes that have never wavered, he began to distrust his own judgment. Why is a puppet so determined?

"Shouldn't a puppet be only firm? The so-called sadness, the so-called sorrow, the so-called unwillingness to be unwilling for one's own fate, and the so-called rebellion that wants to be free, aren't they all the emotions imposed on the puppet by others?

"Firmness is the quality of a puppet. ”

There is no wind in the calm heart lake, and all the cold and blunt atmosphere is like a lonely cold above the clouds, only residual loneliness, only eternal loneliness.

"Talking so much, it's just that you are better than me now. If I am stronger than you, then there will be no demagogy and persuasion, and I will swallow you in one go, leaving you no chance. ”

"Remember, I will always watch over your throne, and when I ascend, there will be no so-called Lu Baiyi. You'd better keep me waiting. ”

Where did he come from, where did he go back, but Bai Yi never had the idea of leaving. Saying that the outside is home, saying that Luofu is home, saying that the place with family is home, in fact, for him, this place is his eternal home. Find safety here, find comfort here, strong people, weak people, all have their own limits.

You see that the road is endless, and you will be tired, you will be tired, you will be tired of what you have experienced, and you will imagine the unwavering peace. He had also thought about the life he had gone through when he hadn't met the fairy.

The 100-square-meter house has a small room of its own, with a squeaky fan in the summer and a fire barrel in the winter. Then occasionally turn on your computer and glance at the news on a website, or read a novel that tells the story of someone else's entire life. His cat was lying on his lap, boredly stretching out its paws.

Then, occasionally, he would please his master, smooth it, tickle it, and listen to it purr and hum, a pleasure that he did not understand. At that time, he never worried about the future, never thought about the destiny of heaven, what enemies and friends, what killing, so far from the things of a peaceful life.

When it rains, you will only listen to the sound of the rain falling, look at the wet greenery outside the window, and then find a song to watch when your master will get up, so that you can please him and serve him today's dinner. Then wait for it to go to the toilet, clean the litter box for it, and wait for the master's next visit.

At that time, he did not want to love or be loved, and all his tenderness was dedicated to his master. At that time, I didn't think about whether the master would be with me for a lifetime, whether he would be forced to watch it grow old, watch it die of illness, watch it lose its vigorous posture little by little, lose its long white and soft hair, and become miserable.

Everything about him ended in his youth, when he met the fairy he was destined for, and then he killed the past self and let him die like the master in the past. Only one more difference, when the master died, he was silent, silent, and dragged away alone with a tired but proud body.

The master doesn't want the servant to see it die, even if it loses its original strength, even if it doesn't have all the warmth it once had, it still has to leave where the servant can't see, making people think that it is just going to play somewhere, and if it misses the care of its servant, it will come back one day.

But the servant is different, the servant died, and he died in his own hands, in the hands of his own self who chased his dreams. But before dying, the servant has to wind up the self who is chasing his dreams, because the self who chases his dreams is just a puppet, just a puppet who doesn't understand anything, and if he has not been wound up, one day, he will die like a servant.

"You have to remember, my little puppet, don't show the clockwork to your fairy. Because there is no one in this world that you can trust, the dream you are chasing is just a lie after all. There is no truth in this world, so those lies, those dreams have no end. What you want to chase, you must give. But when you chase lies, you won't be able to pay any more price one day. Because you are only a puppet, you have nothing but illusory dreams and yourself. ”

"So, my little doll, no matter how much you love your fairy, don't show her your clockwork. Because this is your last secret, this is a secret that belongs only to you and me. When I'm dead and you're the only one left, it's your own thing. It's all you can give, the only thing left. ”

"If you are given a fairy, then no one will be able to save you. Remember my words, my little puppet. The master was still waiting for me at home, and I had to prepare a comb, dinner, and a litter box. Goodbye, my little puppet. ”

"Farewell, my little puppet. ”

Is Bai Yi a doll? Yes, Bai Yi is a doll. When chasing dreams, he will only obey the orders of others, and when he kills others, he will not blink an eye. Everything is for someone else, everything is manipulated in someone else's hands, and as the servant said, he gave himself long ago for the sake of his dreams.

And the person of his dreams has become something he will never be able to grasp. He missed those days, those days with his servants and masters. After going through so many worlds and so many years, he can never find back the feeling of home that only belongs to him at that age.

The master teased his servant, and the servant took care of the master, and the puppet watched from the side. But just like that, it's warm, it's beautiful. Simple and delicate, warm and ordinary, this is all the life of a mortal boy, although the doll is just a bystander, but he has always been a member of such a family.

What he wants to believe is that they are all family, family members who have not changed.

What is the beginning, and what is the end?

What is strong and what is weak?

Bai Yi, who was sitting on the top of the mountain, had been thinking about this question for a long time, but there was no answer for a long time. They all said that what he was best at was deception, and they all said that what he was best at was telling them a story that even he believed himself. But a puppet can have his own story, his story is someone else's, because he has never been himself.

Under the mirror lake, pieces of things that represent the past are intact but old, and the sky under the lake seems to be constantly drifting with dust, covering the past layer by layer. Some of them were still impressive, and some of them he couldn't remember.

For example, he remembers the master and the servant, for example, he remembers the simple and beautiful fairy he once met, for example, he remembers that he is just a puppet who has been hiding in the corner.

But he couldn't remember what he had used to kill the servant who didn't resist, he couldn't remember when he had become a sharp blade after the fairy had removed his mask, he couldn't remember when he had learned that he was a puppet.

But most of this is unimportant, if he hadn't used the sword of "Shattering the Void", he wouldn't have thought of his fairy. If he hadn't thought of his fairy, he wouldn't have been thought of as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity by his demons. If he hadn't seen the demons that had been sealed at the bottom of the heart lake for a long time, he wouldn't have thought of his master and servants. If he hadn't thought of his master and his servants, he wouldn't have understood that he was just a puppet after all. If he hadn't understood that he was a puppet, he wouldn't have known what a ridiculous and childish lie he had decided not to be a human being.

Everything in this world is false, and there is no truth.

But this is still a real world after all, there is laughter, sorrow, confusion, firmness, killing, warmth, and intertwined interests.

But to whom should he speak, and to whom could he speak?

I'm just a puppet, please help me get a note, or I'm going to die.