Xiyang Mourning

On the dark road, he looked at the step by step stone steps and the glimmer of light on both sides. Those flickering lights illuminated the downward stone steps in front of him, but they couldn't show the appearance at the end of the stone steps.

He seemed to feel that his back was straightening up a little bit, his eyes were getting clearer a little bit, and his head and body began to fit together slowly, no longer the powerless and cloudy mind before.He felt the strength of his body, the vitality, the inexplicable sense of unreality and emptiness.

He thought vaguely that he was probably dead.

He looked at the road ahead, "So it looks like this after death."

He took the first step with that sense of unreality, and when he stepped on the steps, he seemed to be light and without focus.Going down step by step, I don't know why, but I know that my body and brain want to go down uncontrollably.

He seems to have forgotten something, but he seems to know nothing.

The only thing he knows, the only thing he has a feeling in the dark, is probably only one thought "I'm dead"

He didn't seem to see anyone, and he was a little puzzled, as if he hadn't woken up from the turbidity before death, and this world, even the world after death, was still covered with a thin layer of gauze, which he couldn't touch, but could only imitate. He looked vaguely at everything in front of him.

"Why is there no ghost messenger to pick me up, and why is there no other person?"

He moved forward with doubts, he passed a sea of ​​white flowers, he looked at those whites, it seemed that there was wind blowing, he was a little cold, and then he looked down and found that he didn't have any clothes on his body, including close-fitting ones.

He stood quietly in the sea of ​​white flowers a little bit at a loss, then suddenly squatted down, so that others would see him!If someone sees it...

If someone sees it, it will...

"meeting……"

"What will happen?"

He squatted among the flowers and looked around while muttering to himself, "I forgot..."

Reluctantly, he looked up in the direction of the person who asked the question just now, and he saw a man who looked... good-looking?

Suddenly, the panic in his heart disappeared when he saw the man's eyes, and he replied "I forgot" again, with a bit of confusion and grievance in his tone, but his eyes did not move away from the man .

He saw the man smile, and conjured up a suit for him. In his memory, it should be called a suit.

He took it and looked at the suit in his hand carefully, and then looked up to find that the man had disappeared.

After he changed his clothes, they were unexpectedly snug, and then he suddenly thought of the smile when the man handed him the clothes just now.

"So lovely"

He walked through the sea of ​​flowers and stopped by the river.

He seems to have seen a small boat swaying towards him. Standing on the boat is an old man wearing a coir raincoat, looking a bit gloomy.

The old man looked at him carefully, then patted the boat with the paddle in his hand to signal him to get on board.

After getting on the boat, he asked the old man who was rowing the boat, "Excuse me, is there no charge?" He remembered that there was a charge.

The old man glanced back at him, then concentrated on rowing again without speaking.He obviously felt that the river was not wide, but they seemed to have rowed for a long time, and the other bank was in front of them, but they couldn't reach it anyway.

He looked at the surface of the water a little bored, and suddenly he saw a person in the water, and those people's faces were very hideous.They seemed to be trapped by the water plants in the water, and then they tried their best to escape, but they could only scream in more pain. They couldn't hear their voices, but it seemed that their wailing and roaring were right next to their ears.

He looked at everything in front of him with interest, and wanted to put his hand into the water, but just as he moved, he heard the old man's hoarse voice, "If you don't want to be like them, you'd better do it obediently."

He withdrew his hand, looked at the old man who seemed to have nothing happened, and then sat upright, but his hands trembled a little.

He seemed to see the person who just gave him clothes in the water just now, and at that moment his heart seemed to stop beating and then suddenly contracted.

Why is he inside, showing such a painful expression...

He was still immersed in his own thoughts, when he heard the sound of the boatman beating the boat, he recovered and realized that he was being asked to get off the boat.

After he got off the boat, he looked at a field of red flowers, which were so beautiful, as red as roses.

Rose...

He walked forward somewhat absent-mindedly.

Then he stumbled over something while walking, and saw a flower with a little silver on it. He picked it up curiously and looked at it. It was a ring, very ordinary in style but very beautiful.

He held the ring up to the gray sky, looked up at it, and saw the engraving inside the ring.

"cxzy"

He kept this posture for a long time, then put it in the bag and continued walking.

He came to a wooden bridge where a woman was making soup.

He walked in and stood in front of the booth, the woman seemed to see him raised her head and said with a smile, "Have a bowl of soup before leaving."

Holding the soup, he looked at the beautiful smile on the woman's face, then looked down at the soup in the bowl which was obviously steaming but not warm at all, and then put it on the stall.

"I don't drink and I don't move forward"

He played the picture over and over again in his mind, the man who gave him the clothes, the clothes that fit him, the man in the river, the ring on the flower.

Seeing the surprised expression of the woman, he said "I have to wait for someone"

"Hehe~" The woman approached him with one hand on the upper body of the table, her red lips parted slightly, "Do you know who you are waiting for?"

"I" he paused "I don't know..."

"Then what are you waiting for? Maybe he left long ago? Maybe he passed by you and you didn't know it, maybe he never came and you didn't know you were waiting for him~"

The woman blew hot air on his face, and he looked at the ground helplessly, "I still don't want to leave or drink."

"Boring~" The woman got up and continued to boil the steaming soup without temperature.

He just waited in front of that booth, and after passing by one by one, he quietly watched them drink soup in a daze, and then crossed the bridge in a daze.

He just stood by and held the ring he picked up tightly, and stopped looking at those people.

I don't know how long it took, but he felt that he was about to turn into a tree. The woman still teased him occasionally, but he still didn't have any reaction, or he felt that his reaction was always half a beat behind the world.

Suddenly one day he was carefully recalling the face of the person who gave him the clothes, but he couldn't recall it, he just remembered that it was very beautiful, and when he was confused, someone's shoulder bumped him.

He looked up, and it was a strange man, an ordinary man who couldn't see his face clearly, so he couldn't see his face clearly anymore.

He turned his head to look at the woman, and only vaguely saw the red Yan Yuhao and bright red lips.

Watching the man pick up the soup, he suddenly grabbed the man's clothes corner uncontrollably, "Don't drink"

"What are you doing, idiot! You don't want to drink and let others drink?" The woman was a little angry, and then said to the man in front of her, "Don't listen to him, he has a problem with his brain ~ an enemy"

Unmoved, he just looked at the back of the man's head "Don't drink..."

The hand holding the corner of the clothes was even harder, "I can't drink! Please..."

He felt someone's hand on his tightly clasped hands, and then asked him in a warm and playful tone, "Why can't you drink?"

He looked up, the mist on the man's face suddenly broke, and then his face was revealed, it was the person he met in the first place.

Then his world seemed to be broken, like a punch to a mirror, like the tulle between him and this world was suddenly torn away, and it became clear all of a sudden.

Looking at the man's smile, his eyes were a little bit astringent, "Master..."

"Owner……"

"that is really good"

He spread out the other hand, a ring, his master picked it up, and then raised his hand, he saw his fingers were broken like soil and exposed the porcelain inside, revealing a trace of "cxzy"

That was left with the ring.

Then his master put the ring on his own hand, rubbed his finger with something, and his ring appeared.

Looking at the pair of rings, he suddenly wanted to cry.

Cheng Xi kissed Zheng Yang's eyes, then took his hand and took his little slave up to the bridge. Seeing the predictable expression of the woman beside the bridge, she smiled and shook her head gently.

The woman looked at the figures of the two who were getting further and further away, and she didn't know whether she was relieved or sighed.

Why would he get fit clothes at Mandala.

Why the boatman didn't charge anything.

Why did he see that man struggling in the water.

Why did he pick up that ring.

Why has he stood here for so long without being evicted.

Because someone came first and exchanged some price for this game, and there is no need to drink Mengpo soup to enter reincarnation.

I will still forget my previous life, but I am afraid that the thread and cause and effect that have been tied up already cannot be removed.

"Silly boy, you've been in a daze so many times." The woman shook her head and chuckled, "But what a coincidence."

When that man came, he didn't remember anything, but he just went to sleep and refused to drink soup, and then he stood naked for a long time before he remembered it slowly.

"Pfft~ She has a really good figure."

The woman's charming smile startled the boatman by the river, the old man who was playing with manjusawa stopped for a while, and slowly stroked the red petals in his hand, the bright lips were indeed in his mind, and then slowly ate the flowers in his hand down.

Looking at the blurred figure on the other side, the boatman licked his lips and then punted the boat thinking about sailing to the other side.