One thing that Yun Poyue still can't explain is why he is still alive until now?

Not knowing that you are dead, and not knowing that you are alive. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It's a sad thing.

Whether you believe it or not, there is indeed a strange person in this world who can have heaven and earth in his mind, and through the fog, understand the way of the world, the truth of the universe, and even predict life and death.

For example, Kuang Jiuyou, the leader of the Western Demon Sect.

Dong Haichuan, the head of the gossip and the seventh master in the world.

Famous for writing the book "Weapon Spectrum".

For example, an old lady in the countryside in northern Hebei who is dedicated to Buddhism and has practiced for more than 70 years.

For example, the great wisdom and great wisdom of great compassion, universal help to all sentient beings, and great wisdom and wisdom of prophetic enlightenment.

Even the first in the world, the great swordsman Dugu seeks defeat, Yun Poyue firmly believes that he is also a master who can see through the threshold of life and death.

But I can't.

Yun Poyue meditated hard, but he has not been able to preach, realize and solve the major events of life and death!

When he was seven years old, he went to climb a tree to dig a bird's nest, and once fell from a height of three or four feet, and fainted on the spot. His mother was patting and pinching, afraid that he would die. But after two hours, Yun Poyue woke up and turned around, jumping around, unscathed.

When he was 12 years old, he and several children in the village went to swim in the pond, but because they were envious of other people's "dog shaers", they were not convinced, and they recklessly crashed into the water.

He almost drowned alive.

At the age of eighteen or nineteen, Yun Poyue fell in love with a girl again.

Every day, I have to cross the river to have a tryst with her.

The girl had long braids, black hair, a slender figure, and a fleshy mole on her lips. The body and mouth are filled with a smell of grassy umami.

The smell of grass.

It's not incense.

Rouge gouache or any brand perfume.

Yun Poyue buried her head in her youthful **, rubbing, sucking, and being gently stroked by her hair, the kind of body heat and softness made him find the feeling of being close to his mother when he was a child.

That year, it rained heavily for three days in a row.

The river is swollen.

The wooden bridge collapsed.

Those three days were almost longer than a lifetime for Yun Poyue.

The river rose sharply, flooding the bluestone pier that crossed the port.

Wrapped in the yellow foam, broken branches and leaves and small livestock that have not yet died, bleating and flowing downstream with the waves. On the other side of the river stood a number of people, some watching the water, some using long poles and nets to catch firewood.

Within three days, Yun Poyue's thoughts had reached the limit.

He sat restless like a beast in a trap, running around, and all that kept flashing in his mind was the girl's fresh flesh, round and sturdy ***, and the faint fragrance of grass on his lips.

Sometimes, Yun Poyue himself could smell the animalistic scent emanating from him.

But the river was like a moat that cut off his enthusiasm.

He misses.

All his expectations.

You have to fly out of thin air!

Swim through.

To see the beloved.

So by the river where the yellow water was rushing, Yun Poyue suffered death again.

Shortly after he descended the river, he was knocked down by the raging waves and went down with the water. and float and sink. After drinking a few sips of water, Yun Poyue used his hands and feet together, struggling desperately.

Who knows what's going on?

In the end, he accidentally climbed back to the riverbank.

Pick up a life.

There was no flood with the waves, rushing to the sea and not returning.

Lumberyard abuses pale in comparison to life and death.

Yun Poyue didn't understand.

Even confused.

Why does death always visit you in a mysterious, weird, and unexpected way!

It's hard to cope.

If he hadn't woken up that time from a tree, his short life would have ended. If he hadn't been rescued by two enthusiastic and brave companions and dragged him up that swim, Yun Poyue might have sunk to the bottom of the pool forever.

That's how life ended.

Silent.

So the process of being alive is actually a kind of reflection.

Why didn't he die then?

And how do you live now?

Or maybe it's all superficial. The dead are long gone, and the survivors are stealing life. Since it is stealing life, you must lower your posture and live in the world. You are just living, living, and you have nothing to be proud of! For so many years, Yun Poyue has been stubbornly believing that publicity is not only extravagant for him, but also a shamelessness.

Shameless people are shameless only because they have not experienced death.

Or forget.

Forget.

Forget the original intention, forget the original heart.

Otherwise, how could he be so shameless and unscrupulous?

Thirty years later, Yun Poyue, who was temporarily stationed in the capital, was invited by the biographer Green Peony to participate in a literary event in the capital.

A new era of Ming literature.

New Books and New Books Traveling Exhibition!

I got out of the carriage, and as soon as I entered the door, I found several rows of people kneeling on both sides. There are men and women. Some are in the bloom, while others are already gray. Everyone had stacks of books and a bowl in front of them.

There were a few copper coins in the bowl.

Some are sprinkled and rolled.

Some use two green bricks to hit the chest and the top of the head constantly, the flesh is red and swollen, and the skin is broken and bleeding!

Some kowtowed, and begged bitterly: "Uncle and aunt, enjoy the stuttering!"

Yun Poyue thought that she had gone to the wrong door, so she hurriedly turned around and asked, "Are we coming to the wrong place?"

Green Peony shook her head: "That's right-Mr. Yun, don't get me wrong, these people are not beggars, just down-and-out literati who don't want to beg for food......"

"No, the writer is a cultural person, how can he be so miserable?"

"The Ming Dynasty is now determined to reform, the society is now in a period of transition, and culture, as an industry, must also enter the market. Reposition and think......" Green Peony muttered.

Yun Poyue didn't understand a word.

Seeing this, the female writer smiled and explained: "You still don't know that now the beggar gang has already taken advantage of the shareholder trend of the transformation of traditional enterprises, successfully transformed the track, and raised funds to go public, where is the begging for a living?

Seeing that the clouds broke through the moon and were stunned, the green peony took his hand and left the poor area. After turning two corners, I came to another densely populated branch venue.

It's still lively.

Red men and green women, beautifully dressed.

Swaggering.

That intense percussion reverberated everywhere.

On the high platform ahead, a young woman danced, wearing a beige trench coat, Charles Jodan high heels on her feet, and her shoulder-length hair was neatly trimmed and well-maintained.

Tall and tall.

A goose egg face, quite decent.

I saw her flip for a while, kneel for a while, and suddenly tear her hair hard. In the end, he slowly took off his camouflage, threw away his windbreaker, and was frank, and his skin was brighter than snow. The bikini panties and pink bra inside are exposed.

The audience applauded like thunder.

Copper coins and silver ingots rained down on the platform.

The woman ran to the front of the stage, knelt on the ground, grabbed the bra strap with both hands, and shouted hoarsely: "Rich brother, don't miss it! Take out all the cash checks and silver bills, and smash them here, you come, don't be afraid to break them-"

Yun Poyue looked away, puzzled: "You literati gatherings, and you also engage in this kind of vulgar play?"

"Oh. On the stage, this is the newly promoted author of "Dreaming Back to the Tang Dynasty", a female writer 'Long Trunk'. Green Peony whispered, "She's gathering popularity for the launch of her new book." ”

"I think it's pretty much the same. ”

"Don't be unaccustomed to it, you have been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and you don't understand the situation outside. This is also the trend of the times. ”

"The general trend?"

"Ahh Green Peony said, "This is civilized, I heard that in Qufu, Shandong, the Confucian Temple was sacrificed, and the organizers actually made a team of young girls, wide clothes and untied belts - you must know that it is not backlight, backlight, side light, but a complete all-light ......."

Yun Poyue took a big breath, and then exhaled loudly: "I read the newspaper about this, and they said that they want to reinterpret Chinese Confucian culture in this way. ”

Green Peony smiled slightly: "So in this era, we must not hold on to the defects, we must keep pace with the times." Let's go, Mr. Yun, let's go to the main venue, where there are Wudang swordsmen playing tricks, and Shaolin warrior monks performing strong King Kong fists, swallowing fire and spitting swords...... I heard that there are also 800 catties of tropical pythons, Japanese geisha, Greek 4,000-year-old mummies, and high-fidelity shemales specially invited from Thailand!"

Yun Poyue pressed her forehead with her hand, her face was painful: "I'm sorry, I have a headache ......" (to be continued.) )