The wrong birth of three lives and three worlds

Yao Wang was wearing a red wedding dress, and he walked up the long stairs piously step by step. Every step was his whole life, from the day he first met him until now...

Yang Yeming took a broom and was sweeping the fallen leaves at the gate of the temple. The moment he turned around, he saw Yao Wang who was sweating profusely. The red wedding dress on his body hurt his eyes.

Yao Wang smiled when he saw him, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and called him "Yang Yeming."

Resisting the throbbing in his chest, he lowered his head slightly and pinched the prayer beads, "Benefactor, the poor monk has no way to get his Dharma name."

Yao Wang's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, "Wu Fang, Wu Fang..." He whispered his name softly, and suddenly laughed again, "Master Wu Fang, I'm getting married today."

His hand holding the Buddhist beads suddenly stopped, and it took a while to continue slowly, "Is that so? Congratulations to the benefactor."

Yao Wang looked at him, raised his hand and twirled around, the red hem picked up the fallen leaves at his feet and twirled, "Does it look good? I used to like someone, and I always thought about wearing nice clothes when I married him." Xifu showed him..." She looked at him quietly, as if she was looking at another person through him, "Unfortunately... no chance... no chance..." speaking slowly Slowly lowered his head, making it hard to see his expression, "Master Wufang...you...have you never regretted it?" The wind under the cliff blew his clothes, making a rustling sound.

He looked at him with deep and incomprehensible eyes, "Why is the benefactor doing this?"

Yao Wang raised his head and smiled at him, but didn't answer.

He said: "The benefactor should go back quickly, what if the auspicious time is missed?"

Yao Wang swayed his feet and closed his eyes. He was teetering on the edge of the cliff next to the stairs. He couldn't help but took a few steps forward, and then barely stopped. His eyes were full of pain and forbearance.

"Master Wufang, I have lost one of the most important people, can you help me find him?"

He lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him: "What you lose doesn't belong to you, so why bother to be so persistent?"

Is it?Does it not belong to him?

Yao Wang smiled at him, "You said...would he be sad if I got married?"

There seemed to be no expression on his face, "...no..."

"You lied, I know him...I'm so sad, how could he not be sad?"

He was slightly shocked, and the hand holding the prayer beads trembled.

Yao Wang's eyes gradually turned red, but his face was still smiling: "Master Wufang... Hell... Is there really a river of forgetfulness?" Tears slowly rolled down his cheeks, he smiled and said to him : "Will you really forget everything after drinking Wangchuan water?"

He looked at him blankly, as if he didn't understand what he meant.

Yao Wang didn't know what was wrong with him, he obviously wanted to smile at him, but his eyes were blurred by tears, "Well, this time, I really left and I won't come back."

He turned around, like a butterfly with broken wings, and slowly fell down. The wind under the cliff blew his red wedding dress, as if it had bloomed into the most beautiful flower.

He heard someone calling his name, and the despair that pierced his bones made his heart tremble. He saw the broken beads in his hand bouncing and falling, the astonishment in his eyes, and the blood slowly flowing out of his mouth...

Yao Wang looked at him with a smile, he stretched out his hand in vain, as if he wanted to grab him, but he was still one step away, just one step away, there was always a step away between them, no matter how they couldn't get together, ears Beside him was his stern voice, "Yao Wang... Yao Wang...he regretted it..."

Yao Wang saw him jumping out, and wanted to jump down with him, but a monk behind him stopped him, and he saw him kicking the monk like crazy, it seemed that he couldn't use his boxing skills for so many years. Tearing and wanting to jump off, but the monk grabbed him tightly and did not let go, and then more people ran out and held him back.

It’s really cold... The wind whizzed past my ears, and everything gradually became blurred... Old people often say that people will see a lot of things in life before they die, and now Yao Wang knows what it means... He seems to see himself wearing a costume singing his favorite play, he sang one after another, watching the sky slowly getting dark, watching the people leave slowly, full of joy, and gradually It sank, and finally, the stage was covered by night, and even a little light could not be seen.

He also saw that the people off the stage were all smiling. Many spectators did not believe that General Yang, who was the most respected by the emperor, would like an actor. Armor, riding towards him slowly on a bay red horse, the people around were stunned, he looked at him as if he couldn't see, and opened his mouth softly, he said Yao Wang, I We will get married when we come back.

He saw the yard illuminated by the full moon, he was sitting under a tree drinking wine, he was singing to him his favorite opera in the pavilion by the pond, there were so many stars, it seemed that they all fell into his eyes , the more he looked, the deeper he sank.

He saw himself kneeling in the palace compound. The sweat on the forehead of Yang Yeming, who was kneeling next to him, was dried by the sun in an instant. The petite girl tugged on the emperor's sleeve and sobbed, with the emperor's roar overhead, pointing at him and saying to Yang Yeming: "You regretted your marriage for a man? Believe it or not, I beheaded him right now, and turned him into ashes!" "

He seemed to see the night when we separated, he gently opened his hand, he just felt that everything in front of him was unreal, he couldn't see his face clearly under the moonlight, he turned his back and said: "Yao Wang, we, So be it."

At that time, he thought that as long as they worked hard, they would take a step back from any difficulties, but he didn't know that that person had already decided to bear everything alone.

The last thing he thought of was the tears in his eyes and the blood in his mouth just now, just like the wedding dress on his body, it was heartbreakingly red...

The author has something to say: The brain hole of this chapter comes from the ancient song [Conversion], I listened to the version of Xiao Quer