Thirty years ago, that night was as long as a century. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The clouds and the moon huddled in the streets.

Finally the sunrise.

With white gas in his mouth.

There was a slight frost on his eyebrows.

Obviously, he is not as blessed as Chen Bailu.

The frustrated woman can also put on her dressing gown, walk to the window of her house, open the curtain, look outside, and recite the line aloud: "The sun rises, and the darkness is left behind." ”

"But the sun is not ours, we are going to sleep." ”

Then he turned off the lights, drew the curtains again, and the room suddenly darkened. Through the cracks in the curtains, a fluttering ray or two of sunlight gently pounded her towering, noble woman's breasts.

Lying on the couch, quietly reading the novel.

Sunrise.

Yun Poyue was outside someone else's window, sleepy-eyed.

I was cold and hungry.

It's long gone to stop cooing, I've been hungry for too long, my intestines have rebelled collectively, I'm united, and it's painful to twist and twist.

It's very uncomfortable.

Anyone who has never been hungry knows what it feels like!

He carried a tattered baggage roll, and almost instinctively, walked forward step by step.

Many years later, Yun Poyue began to reminisce, and he felt that all this had nothing to do with the fact that he was wearing a red flower and a brocade robe, and Xu Bu walked into the Dezheng Hall to accept the reception of the current emperor and officials.

So began to forget.

And tried to turn off the button of memory.

Yun Poyue felt that the flow of time was too trivial and unstable to be accurately divided.

Then cut it evenly into cubes like a cake, put it on a silver platter, and place it between the goblet and the women with red lips and thin waists for people to taste.

Thirty years ago, he was only fifteen years old.

Entering the city by mistake.

Ambitious.

However, it was only one night for reality to gently shatter the dream.

This shows that man is weak.

At this time, he must not need "Sunrise"

Literature is not needed.

Women are not even needed.

Unless the pale, dressing gown lady who likes to recite lines from a drama can offer him a free glass of milk and two cakes!

Human needs grow with ambition.

However, he had to move forward.

You can only walk forward.

Of course, if someone jumps out to intervene, Yun Poyue can also go backwards. The outcome could have been completely different.

But the man didn't show up. Like compressed history, it just happened. Doomed. It cannot be assumed, it cannot be changed.

It can only be "done according to the established guidelines".

Through history, hypothetical history.

It's just wishful thinking **** for people who love to daydream.

However, the teenage Yun Poyue didn't understand these things at all, and didn't understand materialism and idealism. In addition, he was cold and hungry, he didn't sleep well last night, he felt sluggish, and he was extremely tired, which may have affected his normal thinking to a certain extent.

In retrospect, it didn't go any further.

Just because he doesn't want to.

Or can't.

Forward, backward, left, right, sometimes subconsciously and without a reason.

Everything in the world is not like the crooked-mouthed writer Green Peony who wrote a biography later, you have to be more serious, you have to dig through everything, and find a grandiose reason.

Reasons are sometimes just deceitful.

It's like some perpetrators of crimes, who are at a loss afterwards.

Despite the fact that he is not mentally ill.

The streets of the Ming Dynasty were deserted as far as the eye could see.

Littered with garbage and shredded paper.

Next to the French paulownia tree, from time to time there are one or two green-haired mice that refuse to settle down, jump up and down, squeak and twist, and slip gray.

Peak loop turn.

Life is always changing.

The self-proclaimed clever writer moans without illness.

Turning the corner of the street, what appeared in front of Yun Poyue's eyes was just a small bun shop.

It is not a high-ranking official, a wealthy businessman, or a master of life guidance who speaks to heaven and earth and can do anything.

A simple wooden house. In the house, there was a large iron stove, and the charcoal was blazing. There are several cage drawers on it. It is desperately spewing out white vapor like smoke and mist. The air is filled with the rich aroma of minced meat and the sweet taste of white flour.

There are people buying buns around the wooden house.

People who drink porridge.

There are also noisy people who want to add some small pickles.

A male boss in his thirties, with a face as round as a bun and a body as rich as a meat bun, was busy adding firewood, serving porridge, and delivering steamed buns, rolling bun skins, cutting pickles, and sweating profusely.

Yun Poyue had no teacher (note that this was the second time), dropped the cover roll in his hand, and ran to the stove. Stooping down to pick up a handful of firewood and stuffing it into the bottom of the stove.

The boss turned his head in surprise.

Yun Poyue smiled and said, "I see that you are too busy, help me." Rest assured, don't charge for ......"

Good intentions are always hard to refuse.

Even if it contains the kindness of the purpose.

In other words, the purpose is always hidden in the good intentions.

Or, in other words, good intentions may also contain a purpose.

Fortunately, everyone was very busy at that time, those who drank porridge drank porridge, those who ate steamed buns ate steamed buns, and those who were willing to take two sips had to play two corners of wine. So no one cares about tongue twisters. Moreover, with the help of this stunned boy, the boss did feel a lot more relaxed.

Moreover, the clouds and the moon will not only add firewood, but also wash the dishes and help carry the cage drawer.

When the sun rises two poles high, there are fewer people eating breakfast.

The owner counted the money contentedly.

After finishing it, he picked up a few flattened, crushed, and exposed buns into the bowl and handed them to Yun Poyue.

Said seriously: "Eat, don't be too angry - tell you, Lao Tzu has steamed buns for many years, and he has never been willing to eat one!"

Yun Poyue was a little shy.

I want to push back.

But after all, the needs of the stomach outweigh the needs of the face.

Empty shouting ideals are high-profile.

People who run all the way to the black, if they are not stupid, must have ulterior motives.

If you don't believe it, press his rotten belly, which is full of chicken, duck and fish meat that has not been digested for the time being.

Therefore, materialism and idealism should never fight, discuss, or discuss, as long as a person is starved for three days, and then released, he wants to chew two bites of wood when he encounters it head-on.

Two meat buns and a brilliant masterpiece of the world's best.

Which is more important.

The moment is clear!

Yun Poyue devoured the buns, sweat on his forehead, oil at the corners of his mouth, and the boss brought him half a bowl of hot rice soup.

Eating steamed buns with rice soup, he completed the most sumptuous meal in his life.

Out of the sweat.

Contented.

Many years later, when Yun Poyue lived in a large and magnificent house, lying on a rosewood chair inlaid with gold and jade, stepping on a soft Persian carpet under her feet, and drinking the grape wine from the Western Regions with a precious jasper bowl in her hand, she suddenly remembered the scene on the street, and her heart swelled with a faint sadness.

He didn't know why he was sad.

It stands to reason that there is nothing missing now.

The more you get, the more you need, but your heart is never satisfied. Ambition grows. Maybe the joy of life is only in finding and being simple?

Perhaps man is inherently a hypocritical and fragile animal.

As long as you look back on the past, will your consciousness actively filter out those pains and unbearable?

Yun Poyue couldn't answer.

I don't want to answer either.

Sometimes life is the goal.

The purpose is life.

It's contradictory, it's opposite, and yet it's extremely unified.

Isn't much of human suffering due to compromise with oneself?

For example, the ridiculous dream of making a fortune back then.

When Yun Poyue finished eating the steamed buns, drank the rice soup, and told the smiling and amiable boss about his confusion and distress, the boss smiled, the corners of his eyes drooped, and he said: "Yes, little brother, I have been in this city for twenty years, but I have never heard of such a magical place? There are long coins on the ground, copper coins, and gold coins, and there is no need to spend any effort, as long as the cat bends his waist, picks it up and puts it in the money bag......" (To be continued.) )