storyteller, obsession

"Why do you think... I will help you?" Standing on the top of the cliff, Fengyunya said with his back to Ancang.The wind on the cliff was very strong, and the blue clothes and black hair were blown precariously.

"Because you know where he is." An Cang looked firmly at Fengyunya.He found that Fengyunya could find his obsession before him every time, except for that possibility, there was no other explanation.

"Hehe, it's a pity that I don't know where he is this time. Although I once planted 'hunting soul' on him, it was cracked by someone a few days ago. Don't you think it's too late to regret it now? ?”

Feng Yunya turned around, his eyes were full of ridicule towards An Cang, he used to follow An Cang so persistently with obsession, but An Cang only saw the blue ink chess in front of him, and never cared about the obsession around him.Now that the obsession is gone and I want to get him back, sometimes people are really a bit mean.Always don't know how to cherish until you lose it.

Feng Yunya raised his eyebrows and looked at An Cang, thinking that he had changed.An Cang didn't speak, his blood-jade pupils were no longer as unruly as before, but a little more calm.

The wind on the cliff never stopped, blowing their clothes and black hair wildly dancing in the air.An Cang didn't speak again, turned around and walked down the mountain.Fengyunya didn't intend to stop him, in his opinion, this was the greatest punishment for Ancang from heaven.

As for obsession... Since he really doesn't want to be with him, he doesn't force it. I hope that person will be okay.Looking down at the bottomless cliff, Fengyunya couldn't help sighing.If it wasn't for love and hatred, how could obsession jump from here?It turned out that he had no place to stand in his obsessive heart.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the town is completely silent.An Cang sat on the wooden window, stroking the small round stone on the sword pendant with his slender fingers.The memory suddenly returned to the beginning.

"My name is Zhuan Nian, what about you?"

"There are few stars in the night."

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"You...why did you engrave these two characters?"

"I'm afraid that I will forget something myself, so I just engrave it on it to help me remember it, maybe one day I will remember it when I see it."

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An Cang tightened the hand of Xiao Yuanshi, frowning Leng Feng's eyebrows.I really forgot... He has never missed anyone so much, not even Lan Moqi.Maybe it's because the blue ink chess has never been his, and the obsession should have been his?

It's already the seventh day, and the people sent by An Cang still haven't found any reliable news.

The moonlight exudes a cold silver light shining on the earth.An Cang held a jar of wine in his hand and staggered down the street.No purpose, no direction.I didn't think I would be so decadent without my obsession before, because I was Lan Moqi's substitute.But now.

An Cang smiled wryly, raised the altar of wine that was almost finished in his hand, and poured it down his throat.The ice-cold one passed over the throat, with temporary sobriety but a little more drunk.Ancang's fingers moved slightly with a 'click', and the wine jar fell to the ground.

His blood-jade eyes had long been out of focus, as if he had lost his soul, and he took a few steps forward, but he didn't expect it to end.He touched the wall in front of him with his hand. This wall seemed to block his way to find his obsession.

He slapped it hard, and only heard a few "pops", and the wall cracked suddenly.He stepped over the wall and walked forward again.Although he was drunk, his hearing and eyesight were much better than the average person's.

He himself didn't know where this place was, but he heard many women screaming.He frowned and shouted: "What's the fuss?! If you don't want to die, get out!" With this roar, the surroundings suddenly became quieter.

An Cang didn't care what was going on around him, and took a few steps forward, feeling that his nerves were almost paralyzed, and his whole body relaxed, lying on the ground, as if he didn't want to get up at all.

It's time to meet him in my dream...

An Cang looked at the somewhat blurred full moon, smiled and closed his eyes.

"...Young Master, why are you bothered by being so drunk?" A female voice like a silver bell came from An Cang's ear.An Cang didn't want to open his eyes, so he frowned and said, "What does it have to do with you? If you don't want to die, leave quickly..."

"Young master, are you looking for someone?"

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"...My lord, have you ever heard such a rumor among the people? A long time ago, there was a man who knew astronomy and geography. He was called Wuzhi. It was rumored that he knew everything in the world, so he claimed to be ignorant. But this person is very rare. I realize that I may not be able to help if I meet him. Only those who he thinks are destined to help..."

What ignorance?Is... is it non-attachment? ...Darkly woke up from the drunkenness, opened his eyes and saw that the bed was surrounded by pink curtains, and there was still a faint scent of incense in the room.But An Cang didn't care at all whether he was in the boudoir of a girl.

What he has been struggling with is, is that person talking about ignorance or non-attachment?