In the bustling bazaar, Li Muran, dressed in green clothes, had just walked out of a bookstore when he was stopped by an old man holding a flag of "reading and telling fortunes".

"Little brother, seeing that you are extraordinary, you must be a nobleman, let the old man count a hexagram for you, and don't take a penny!" The old man looked at Li Muran with a flattering face, and enthusiastically stretched out his hand to pull Li Muran's sleeve.

Li Muran suddenly looked disgusted: "How many times have I said it, I don't believe in ghosts and gods, I don't need to tell fortunes at all, Mr. go find other guests!"

After saying that, Li Muran hurriedly waved his hand again and again, pulled out his sleeves, and walked quickly to get rid of the old man's entanglement.

The old man smiled behind him: "If you don't agree, the old man won't give up until you are willing to let the old man give you a hexagram!

Li Muran frowned when he heard this, turned around and said, "Old man, why is this a problem! I have no grievances or enmity with you, so why bother to entangle!"

The old man smiled hesitantly and said: "It's just a hexagram, and you don't take a penny in advance, if you don't count it accurately, the little brother will treat the old man as nonsense, and there is no loss, so why refuse people thousands of miles away!"

"Okay!" Li Muran sighed, followed the old man, and sat down next to the street hexagram.

The old man immediately straightened the square crown on his head, sat upright, and asked matter-of-factly: "What does the little brother want to count? Is it wealth or longevity, good luck or marriage?"

"Whatever!" Li Muran said angrily.

The old man nodded and said, "Little brother has a clear eyebrow and a talent, marriage is just a time before the time comes, there will always be a happy day, so there is no need to count more." As for wealth, the little brother is a scholar, if he wants to be rich, he must study hard to specialize in the name of the subject, in order to get an official position, but the little brother never borrows books such as the name of the subject, which shows that he is not a person who is eager for wealth. ”

"As for the life expectancy, human life is numbered, but it is determined by heaven, whether it is counted or not, no one is powerless to change it, so there is no need to calculate it clearly. As for the good and the bad, the so-called misfortune and blessing rely on, and the blessing and misfortune rely on, there will be gains and losses, and the blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and what is there in the world, it is an absolute good luck!"

Li Muran was stunned: "Listening to the old gentleman's words, no matter whether it is auspicious and long-lived, or rich and wealthy, there is no need for fortune-telling, so why does the old gentleman do this business, and why does he have to pull Xiaosheng to count a hexagram?"

The old man smiled: "The old man's fortune telling is not to really calculate the future, nor to predict the future, but to say a few good words to the guests, to their liking, if you can mention a few more words, to explain the guests' hearts, the guests will be very satisfied, even if they find discrepancies in the future, they will not really come to the old man's trouble." ”

"As for the old man, he must count a hexagram for the little brother, because the old man found out that the little brother is also a person full of thoughts!"

"Full of thoughts?" Li Muran was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, and said with a smile: "Xiaosheng reads books all day long, immerses himself in them, does not seek wealth and fame, and has no quarrel with the world, what is there to worry about!"

"This may not be!" said the old man: "People who have no quarrel with the world may also be full of thoughts, but their hearts are not the same as those of other people who are interested in interests!

"I'm sorry!" Li Muran shook his head and said: "A few months ago, I was seriously ill, and I couldn't remember anything after waking up, and I didn't know my life at all, let alone my birthday!"

The old man shook his head and sighed: "Maybe it's not that the little brother can't remember, but the little brother doesn't want to remember!"

"How do you say this?" Li Muran was stunned again, and after talking a few words, he found that this old man who was a fortune teller was not ordinary, and it seemed that every sentence had a mystery.

The old man said: "The old man heard that when people encounter something extremely painful, they may choose to forget it, because once they forget it, the pain will disappear. And when people live in forgetting, they can always be paralyzed, so they don't want to remember the past, and gradually really suppress the past in their minds, and they will never even remember it again! The reason why people have too much distress is often because their memory is too good!

"The reason why people have too many troubles is often because their memory is too good!" Li Muran muttered and repeated the last sentence of the old man, and suddenly felt that this sentence was somewhat familiar, as if someone had said this to him, and it seemed that he had seen it in a certain book.

"Little brother, have you really forgotten it, or do you not want to remember the past?" the old man asked Li Muran.

"This ......" Li Muran was also confused for a while: "Xiaosheng doesn't know very well." ”

The old man smiled and continued: "In fact, how painful the memory is, how sweet it is. If there is no glue like paint when we get together, how can we have the reluctance to part; if we do not have the joy and harmony of life, how can we have the gloomy sadness of death! If we all choose to forget, we will forget not only those unbearable pains, but also those unforgettable sweetness. The reason why a person is special is not because of his appearance -- his appearance is only a skin, and what really cannot be copied is his memory every bit of it! A person who has memories is a complete person. ”

Li Muran's heart moved when he heard this, and he nodded silently.

"Little brother, do you want to know the origin of your life?" the old man said again: "You see, there is a strange and detailed landscape picture tattooed on your arm, how can an ordinary scholar without a story have such a pattern tattooed on his arm?"

Li Muran gently touched the tattoo on his arm and said softly: "Xiaosheng is indeed quite confused about this!"

The old man said, "Little brother, do you want to remember everything? Once you choose to remember, whether it is pain or sweetness, you have to bear it yourself!"

Li Muran pondered for a moment when he heard this, and then nodded vigorously: "I really want to remember everything, no matter what it is, since it is my own personal experience, I should naturally bear it myself!"

"That's good!" the old man smiled slightly, he took out two bronze mirrors from his arms and handed them to Li Muran.

"With these two mirrors, you'll leave here, and you'll remember everything!" said the old man.

Li Muran took the bronze mirror, looked at it, and found that it was just an ordinary bronze mirror that looked exactly the same on both sides, and even had some rusty stains. He was skeptical and asked the old man, "These two mirrors can really make me remember a qiē?"

The old man nodded solemnly: "It must be possible!"

"Thank you for the old gentleman's advice!" Li Muran said, "I don't know what to call the old gentleman?"

The old man showed a mysterious smile, and he said: "Now the old man can't tell you, but old man, one day, you and I will see each other again, and at that time, you will naturally understand!"

Li Muran glanced down at the mirror again and asked, "I don't know how to use these two mirrors?"

The old man didn't answer, Li Muran raised his head and wanted to ask again, but found that at some point, the old man had disappeared without a trace.

"Old man!" Li Muran stood up and looked around, but he couldn't see the old man's figure at all.

Li Muran held two mirrors, slowly walked out of the market, and came to his residence, a slightly shabby suburban bamboo hut.

Li Muran repeatedly played with the two bronze mirrors, and for some reason, he always felt that these two bronze mirrors were indescribably familiar, and they seemed to be inextricably linked with him.

Li Muran tried his best to polish the bronze mirror, faintly reflecting his own appearance - but this appearance was so unfamiliar, as if he was not looking in the mirror, but looking at a stranger.

"Who the hell am I?"

"Why am I here?"

"What memory did I lose?"

"What's the matter with these two bronze mirrors?"

For a while, Li Muran was very confused in his heart, and even the books he borrowed from the book today were put aside.

The sky gradually darkened, and when it was almost night, Li Muran lit an oil lamp.

Not long after, a pair of moths with seven-colored wings came to the bamboo house, and the pair of moths circled and flew around Li Muran for a while, and then stopped on Li Muran's desk.

In fact, every night, the beautiful pair of seven-colored moths would come to his bamboo hut and seem to be attracted by the dim light.

Li Muran drove them away a few times at first, but each time they insisted on flying, and in the end Li Muran had to ignore them, anyway, the moths would not disturb him reading under the lamp.

This night, Li Muran was in a complicated mood, he didn't read, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed the pair of moths. The moth was not afraid, and landed in his palm.

"What a beautiful pair of moths!" Li Muran held it in the palm of his hand, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but praise.

The moth stayed in Li Muran's palm for a moment, and suddenly both flapped its wings and flew up, and then stopped on the pair of bronze mirrors.

No matter how Li Muran drove it, the pair of moths stopped on the two bronze mirrors and refused to leave!

"Do you also know that this mirror is unusual?" Li Muran was curious, and he found that the two moths were exerting all their strength to move the bronze mirror.

"With the power of a moth, how can you move the bronze mirror!" Li Muran smiled slightly and shook his head.

He was about to pick up the bronze mirror, when suddenly, the bronze mirror was really moved by a moth and flew into the air!

Li Muran was shocked, he was looking at this scene with a stunned face, and suddenly, the two bronze mirrors were moved by the two moths, and the mirrors were facing each other and merging together.

At that moment, a mirror light burst out from it, enveloping Li Muran and the two moths.

Li Muran only felt that his eyes lit up, and he didn't know where he was for a moment, but at the same time, countless thoughts poured into his mind.

"Li Muran, Zhao Wuming, Mu Li, Nirvana, Thousand Illusions Fairy......" familiar names and twists and turns of experience emerged one by one, as if a thousand years had passed, and as if in an instant.