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Yes.

I'm going to die.

Sure enough, the young man in front of me is not someone I have the strength to fight against. I felt my life melt into his body like snow. Death is supposed to happen in an instant, and unlike all moments, time seems to stop here, no matter how long this life is, it will always replay at the moment of death. Right and wrong, good and evil have been judged at the end of life, but when life starts all over again, will the many choices that have been made continue to be firm or regretted?

I'm a monster.

Nothing surprising. Since there are gods in this world, there will be monsters.

Immortals are immortals at birth, but there is no one who is destined to be a monster at birth.

I, too, am no exception.

I used to be a tree. I can't remember how many years. I was once a seed, a small tree, a big tree. I used to bloom, I used to bear fruit. My fruit used to fly with its wings with the wind, and when the first seed flew, I realized that I had flown that way. However, now I can't, my roots are deep in the ground, and nothing can move it, so I stretch my branches and leaves into the sky, as close as possible to that free field.

People used to call me the Elm Tree. They pluck my leaves, my fruits. I was really in pain. Not for me, but for their whirlwind. Human beings are the most elusive thing in the world. They have the closest appearance to the immortals, but at the same time they have the closest thoughts to my later identity. They worship themselves in their own form, thinking that if they worship, they don't have to do anything, and everything will be fine. Some of them are eating my leaves for a living, but some of them don't even know what I am.

My mind can't give me the answers to these questions. So I asked the little man who stopped at me: "You say, why are humans human?"

Xiao Man sighed faintly: "They are human, maybe because they want to call themselves by that name." ”

It was a thunderstorm night when Xiaoman fell on me. Occasional lightning lights up the night sky. She struggled to fall down with the light, screaming "savagely" non-stop. So at dawn I called this noisy guy Xiaoman. She has her own name, she said. And I still stubbornly call her.

"What an elm pimple. She said.

"It's a hundred times better than someone like you who has half of your wings torn off. "I fight back.

"I've told you hundreds of times, I was born like this, don't talk nonsense if you don't know. She fluttered her only wings in a puff, spun around, and almost fell.

I hurriedly said, "Hey, don't fly, you only have one wing, how can you do it?"

"Yes, I can't do that, but," she hung her head, "but all you have to do is find the one who is missing the other half of the wings and fly together, isn't it?"

"Did you crash your brain too hard that day? This kind of thing, this kind of thing...... "This kind of thing may really work, I had a voice in my heart say to me. If you get hurt, if you support each other, even if you can't get through it, you will hold on to each other a little longer.

"Hey, Brother Pimple, I seem to be a little hungry. ”

"If you're hungry, find something to eat. But may I ask what you just called me?"

"Elm pimple, referred to as pimple. She replied without hesitation.

"Xiaoman, it's so ugly to call a pimple. Look at me calling you Xiaoman, how nice it sounds, Xiaoman, Xiaoman......"

"Well, that's a little pimple or a pimple. ”

"Forget it, I didn't say what I said just now. "If it's called like that, I might as well just die.

"Pimple, don't try to change the subject. I want you to find me something to eat, I don't have the strength to walk. ”

"If you eat it, you will eat my fruit. Local materials. ”

"Oh, it's barely enough to eat. ”

"Reluctantly?!" I shouted, "Do you have human nature, no, do you have bird nature, this is my fruit, fruit, do you know?"

"Oh, is that so?" she said nonchalantly. grabbed a handful of elm money, picked a few pleasing ones and ate them, and the rest was actually thrown into the air by her.

"Hey!" I protested again.

"What's the matter? Stingy, what's the use of these things on you? Little trees will grow on you? Or can they talk to you? I'm helping you spread seeds, you know?"

"Yes, yes?"

"Of course. I'm like a winged ......," the voice stopped abruptly.

"What do you say you are?"

"It's nothing, I said I'm a good bird. Xiaoman combed his feathers, "Forget it, I won't tell you, I'm going down." She jumped off, gliding a little awkwardly, but finally landed smoothly.

"Hey, what are you going to do?"

"Look for my wings, stupid elm pimple!"

The voice came from afar, and I couldn't tell that she couldn't fly and run, but the speed was still quite fast. I don't think I've ever said so much since I can remember, and all of a sudden, I feel like I can't say it all the time. Xiaoman came back seven or eight days later. His body was covered with scars, and his once neat feathers were as messy as my knotted branches and leaves. At that moment, I really wanted to protect her with all the branches. Even if it's to be a cage, I just want to never let her get hurt. What about sacrificing my freedom, I can't move all the time and live well?

However, Xiaoman is not me. She still has half a wing, and she still has what she seeks. She made a nest in my tree hollow and would come back every few days – each time she was either injured and couldn't move, or she was tired and couldn't move. I didn't understand what she was looking for, so I said, "Xiaoman, if you can't find it, you'll live with me forever, okay?"

"But you're a tree. Xiao Man's voice was full of tiredness.

"I'm a tree, so I'm safe, I can't move, I can't run, I'll never let you find it as hard as you want. If you can, let me keep watch instead of you're looking, okay?"

"Pimple, you don't understand. She said, "You don't even know what I am, do you?"

"Yes, I don't know. But I don't know that doesn't give you a reason to reject me. You tell me, I'll know, we can get to know each other like this. We have a lot of time, I want to slowly understand your world, I want to ......"

However, Xiaoman cried.

I knew it was tears, though I didn't.

She staggered around, waving half of her wings.

But she came back that same night. Reluctantly, I tried countless times to climb to the top of my tree. "Pimple, actually, I'm a winged bird. She stood on the thinnest and tallest branches, rising and falling with the wind, "Don't interrupt, listen to me, okay? I'm a winged bird, and I was separated from him by the thunder and lightning of that day." We are each other's wings, and we can only fly if we are together. However, I couldn't find him anymore, so many days. How long have we known each other, do you remember?"

"I remember. I heard my own voice say, "It's been exactly ninety days." ”

"We lose our lives in a hundred days away from each other. We are destined to live and die. Because we are actually one, we have the same wings, we are only together. She looked far away, as if she saw the flight that had been supported together in the past, "So, it is impossible for me to be with you, do you understand? Even if you are not a tree, he is the only one in my life." ”

I suddenly didn't know what to say, and Xiao Man's voice became more and more distant, "So, pimple, I'm leaving, if we can find him in these ten days, we will come back to see you, if not, ......"

Who is the pimple? Who is Xiaoman? I shook myself in confusion.

Who am I?

What am I doing?

Where did it come from?

Who is that shaky strong figure?

Ahh......h

I looked up to the sky and made the loudest sound in myself. All the branches unconsciously kink together, and then, something in the body exploded. My consciousness began to blur and dissipate. During that time, my consciousness was gone, and I was really just a tree. I don't know if Xiaoman has ever come back, I don't know if the search has stopped, I don't know where she stopped, I, I don't know anything.

"The head is stupid like a fast elm pimple!"

Xiaoman, are you back? I suddenly woke up in ignorance. That person, the person who pointed at another young man's nose and scolded was not Xiaoman. I was furious. I rushed over. I literally rushed over. It turns out that I am no longer a tree, and when did this happen, I can't even think about it. I just want to smash everything and smash that guy who pretends to be a brute......

However, this time, my life really came to an end. After a few troubles, this person actually invited such a powerful young man. Many years of my energy were taken away by him as a tonic, along with my life.

I'm sorry, Xiaoman, I don't have the strength anymore, I really have to go here, but, you, are you okay?

Postscript: There's really so much that can be written. After a long time of choosing between Sun Liuzhi, Lingyi, Excalibur, and the Elm Demon. The final decision is the above. The elm demon made the protagonist. After all, he was the first unimaginable thing he encountered on the path of the Awakening Immortal. So, I think this gives it a vague and indescribable emotion that was doomed from the beginning.

I'm going to Yangzhou tomorrow, and I don't have time to write a next one in the evening anyway, regret. Only when to come back and continue. But thankfully, the dream of Yangzhou once in ten years, the theme of the next article is so decided.