My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Outside the ground hall of Shanhe.

There is an oasis in the desert.

This oasis was formed by groundwater and is not very large, only about one square kilometer in area.

But in the oasis, there are dense trees, adding some color to this desolate desert.

There is a pond in the center of the oasis.

The pond is not very large and some passing birds are resting in it.

And next to the pond, Guiguzi, whom Yang Feng had met before, appeared here.

He sat on a rock beside the pond, looking at the birds resting in the center and the unknown species of fish in the water.

Guiguzi just waited here for a while, and then he heard light footsteps from behind.

Sima Shan also arrived here.

"We meet again. This time the interval between our meetings is shorter than any other time before."

Sima Shan met Guiguzi and started talking.

Guiguzi did not answer him, his eyes still looking at the pond.

The fish in the pond are very lively, swimming around among the water plants, appearing and disappearing.

Several minutes passed in silence.

Guiguzi finally spoke at this time: "This oasis has become smaller again."

"Yes, more than a hundred years ago, this oasis was much larger than it is now, but due to the climate, it has become much smaller."

"Perhaps after some time, this oasis will disappear..."

Guiguzi felt a little emotional.

Sima Shan looked at him and said, "Are you not optimistic about the future?"

"For me, there is no such thing as optimism or pessimism. You should know this very well."

Guiguzi said in a calm tone: "It's just a matter of optimism for you."

"As long as you don't interfere, I think everything will go as smoothly as expected."

"I am not that interested in your fights. I am only concerned about the future of people and where they will go."

Guiguzi shook his head, looked at the fish in front of him, and said, "Just like these fish, I remember there were no such fish here before."

"Maybe some migratory birds brought fish eggs when they stopped in other waters."

Sima Shan didn't seem to care.

Guiguzi lowered his head and said, "They have come to this oasis in such a desert through some incredible means. Perhaps it is lucky for these fish..."

"Yes, life will always find its own way."

There was a hint of other meaning in Sima Shan's words.

Guiguzi looked at him and said calmly: "You seem to be looking for a way out of life as well."

"You should know that I have always been like this."

Sima Shan also respected Guiguzi.

Perhaps only Guiguzi could gain such respect from him.

Guiguzi looked around and said, "But here, countless lives have perished. They are all lives that have not found a way out."

"When that day comes, someone will be needed to lead them."

Guiguzi continued, "In fact, for most people, they hope to have a strong person to lead them forward."

There was confidence in his words.

Guiguzi did not answer, but continued to watch a group of birds in the distance fly into the sky and disappear behind a big tree in the oasis.

His silence made Sima Shan feel a little uncomfortable.

If there is anyone who can make Sima Shan care so much and has the ability to influence him, perhaps it is only Guiguzi in front of him.

It was like a student meeting his teacher. When he saw that Guiguzi didn't say anything, he seemed a little nervous.

Guiguzi looked at him and said, "You have been pursuing this moment for hundreds of years."

"Yes, it will be successful in a few years. I hope that by then I can show you how different the world I have built is."

Sima Shan's tone was full of confidence.

Guiguzi shook his head and said, "But you can't even convince Yang Feng."

"He's a very special young man."

Sima Shan said, "Some things are a process that must be experienced."

"He thinks you enjoy power."

"maybe."

Sima Shan did not deny it, but said: "But I need power to complete my plan."

His tone was a little more persistent than before.

Guiguzi sighed, looked at the moss on the stone in front of him, and said with emotion: "Hundreds of years of our lives have passed just like this."

"what do you mean."

"Nothing, I just suddenly feel a little emotional."

Guiguzi shook his head.

He took out a very simple silk from the tattered cloth bag he was carrying.

This is the silk fabric used for writing on important occasions in ancient times. Although it was used less frequently later, it has not disappeared.

"This was given to me by a friend of mine, and I am giving it to you today."

Sima Shan was flattered by Guiguzi's words.

He stood up, took the silk from Guiguzi's hand, and thanked him repeatedly.

Guiguzi did not continue talking to him, but turned around and left.

Sima Shan watched his back disappear, and finally slowly opened the silk in his hand.

There is a poem written on it.

The handwriting is neat, with a hint of vicissitudes.

'The humble room is now empty, but once the bed was covered with tablets; the withered grass and dead willows were once a stage for singing and dancing.

Spider silk is covered with carved beams, and green gauze is now stuck on the canopy windows.

What is the fat thick, the powder is fragrant, how can the temples become frost again?

Yesterday there were bones in the loess; tonight there are mandarin ducks under the red light tent.

The box is full of gold, the box is full of silver, and in a blink of an eye, beggars are slandered by everyone.

I was sighing that others would not live long, but I didn't know that I would be mourned when I returned!

If you train well, you can't guarantee that you will be a strong leader in the future.

Who chooses to live in Fireworks Alley?

Because I thought the gauze hat was too small, I had to carry the shackles. Yesterday I felt sorry for the coldness of my broken coat, but now I think the purple python is too long.

In the chaos, you finish singing and I come on stage, and I mistake a foreign land for my hometown. How ridiculous, in the end, I am just making wedding clothes for others! '

……

This poem has only a few words, but it fully expresses the vicissitudes of life and the impermanence of the world.

Sima Shan sat down beside the pond again, looking at the words on the silk with a complicated look in his eyes.

"absurd……"

Sima Shan talked to himself.

His mind recalled many things he had seen over the past few hundred years.

Perhaps for others, this poem does not touch so deeply.

But for Sima Shan, who has lived for so many years, it was so touching.

He has seen so many shabby and empty rooms now, which were once places for high-ranking officials and dignitaries to show off.

Old people go and new people come, generations replace each other, who will remember what happened many years ago?

And who of these people today can imagine what will happen to them tomorrow?

Many familiar faces flashed through Sima Shan’s mind.

The girls who were once stunningly beautiful and gorgeous, with their rouge on, are now nothing but white bones and a handful of yellow earth...

"Ah~"

Sima Shan sighed and put away the silk in his hand.

He looked at Guiguzi in the distance again.

Perhaps this person wandering in the long river of time is reminding me of something, but I can't let it go so quickly...