The End of the Reincarnation of the Lotus Lantern

The pink peach blossoms flying all over the sky, like winter snowflakes, fluttered and fell on the man's long black hair.

The man stood in front of the house made of bluestone bricks. He looked at the tables, chairs, bookshelves, and flower pots inside the house... It seemed that nothing had changed.

The man's eyes fell on the table in the room. On the wooden table were inkstones, brushes, and a few books, and under the inkstone was a painting, which depicted a man, even though he was standing outside the house , You can also vaguely see the outline of the man in the painting, with waist-length black hair, dark brown eyes, handsome face, and thin lips.

The man in the painting always had a faint smile, vaguely like a wisp of smoke, he couldn't help stroking his cheek, did he have such a smile before?

Yes, the man in the painting is exactly like him.

He looked at the man in the painting, and the painter looked at him from a distance.

A gust of breeze blew by, and the peach petals floated up along the track of the wind, swirled a few times, landed in the palm of his hand, and slid down the soil along his fingers.

He heard a low voice behind him.

"Agarwood." These two words carried a strange charm, and the man's voice was mixed with a bit of surprise, a bit of caution, and a bit of sadness.Too many emotions are fused in these two words, but they are fused into a kind of tenderness.

He was a little puzzled. He seemed to understand this kind of emotion, but he didn't seem to understand it.

He turned around and looked at the man behind him.

It was a man with white hair and white robe like frost and snow. He stood under the peach tree and looked at him quietly.

White clothes with red stripes, clear and dusty, the peach petals flying all over the sky fell on his robe, which actually stained him with a little bit of sadness.

That is undoubtedly an extremely handsome man, not to mention, the golden pattern on the man's forehead is even more sacred.

He hesitated, he didn't understand why such a handsome man looked at him with such complicated eyes.

He asked "Who are you and have we ever met?"

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment. He looked at the familiar figure in front of him and said, "I am...your uncle."

He shook his head, his eyes were focused, and he seemed to be empty, and finally he said, "I'm sorry, I think, you seem to have misidentified the person, I don't have an uncle."

The man's face turned pale.

"No." He said stubbornly, "You are Chen Xiang, you are my nephew, I will not admit my mistake, I will never admit my mistake."

His face returned to indifference, and he looked at the man in front of him with some doubts. He appeared here after incarnating for the first time. He thought there was something special here, but unexpectedly, he met a lunatic.

But he thought again in a blink of an eye, he was so similar to the person in the painting, maybe the other person admitted it wrong?

He said, "I think you misunderstood." He pointed to the painting, then pointed to himself, "Do I resemble that person, right? But, am I really him."

how could be?I remember that child, and no matter what that child becomes, I can recognize him.

Yang Jian lowered his eyes, and a bitter smile formed on the corner of his lips.

He looked at the sad smile on the man's face, something seemed to flash through his mind, time seemed to freeze at this moment, his eyes changed, complicated, but also sad.

"You are him, you are not dead, right?" Yang Jian murmured, and then he felt a slight wind across his cheek.

The man slowly walked up to him and stopped, and he said, "I'm sorry, but... I think, maybe the person you mentioned is really dead."

Yang Jian raised his head abruptly, and saw the man in front of him with an indifferent expression, without desire or desire. At this moment, he suddenly understood.

His lips moved, but those eyes were too unfamiliar and too familiar, so that he couldn't tell for a while, who was standing in front of him?

"But... I'm in pain, it hurts here." Yang Jian murmured hopelessly, clutching his left chest.

The man tilted his head, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on his left chest.

The moment the skin touched, it was cold to the bone, which made him shudder.

"Then forget it. If you forget it, everything will be over. If you forget it...then it won't hurt."

"Forget... ah..."

After he left, he suddenly felt that the world was quite boring. In Yang Jian's eyes, his body gradually turned into golden light particles one by one, and those light particles gradually merged into the world and into the air.

forget……

I still remember that night, the young man grabbed his hand with pleading face.

"But, I like you so much, I like you so much, my heart hurts when I like you, it hurts so much... What should I do? What do you want me to do?"

He said, "Then forget it, forget it, everything is over, forget it, and it won't hurt anymore."

forget...

The man leaned against the peach tree, and the sunlight shone on him through the peach petals. The fragrance of the peach blossoms made him feel a little dazed, as if he could vaguely feel the temperature of the child.

At that time, what kind of mood did he leave with?He stretched out his hands to cover his eyes, and smiled lowly, but the tears slid down his cheeks into the soil drop by drop.

You are free, but how can I forget it?

Yang Jian couldn't lie to himself anymore, only when the most precious person left, he suddenly woke up, without that person, he couldn't live alone.

The figure of this child fills his whole life. When he opens and closes his eyes, it is the figure of that child. He laughs, he cries, he is angry, he is sad. It is strange that every expression of this child is deeply rooted In my heart, I can't get rid of it, I can only hold this memory and suffer.

At first, he was able to tell himself that he just lost a love, and it was no big deal.

But day by day, he discovered that he had been firmly grasped by that child a long time ago. He thought he could ignore it, but in fact, he had already been deeply involved.

Now, only in despair.

Later, he began to have hallucinations. He always felt that the child hadn't left, and he was always by his side. Whenever he turned around, he could see the child looking at him expectantly, as if saying that he liked him.

Then he frantically told everyone that he is not dead, that he is always by his side, that he likes him, and that he loves her.

Everyone looked at him with crazy eyes, they sympathized with him, pitied him, hated him, despised him...

But he didn't care anymore, he just went to look for the figure of the child day and night, at first he could still see him in his dreams, but later, he couldn't see him anymore.

Then he began to panic, and in the midst of such terror, he began to numb himself with alcohol, and over time he never seemed to be sober again.

After a long time, he seemed to really see him, the child was behind him, watching him quietly, as if seeing how depraved and decadent this once glorious judicial god is now.

A long, long time passed, and he met a woman. The woman looked at him sadly, and she said, "Second brother, he is dead."

He was crazy, he pushed the woman away, plunged himself into the wine pool, drunk, in a trance, he seemed to see those dark brown eyes, full of anticipation and cautious brilliance.

I like it very much, the color I like very much.

When he woke up, he knew he was done.

He resigned from the post of Judicial God and left everyone. Since then, he disappeared from the Three Realms.

And in an ordinary Taoyuan, there is a man in white.

He lived here year after year, countless days and nights passed, but he felt that he was more like in a dream.

In the dream, he hurt the child, and then he lost him forever.

He began to laugh, began to suffer, and finally... He leaned numbly under the peach tree, and could vaguely smell the unique fragrance of that child.

Already, I can't lie to myself anymore, I can't break free anymore, so...

The man fell into a deep sleep, and the breeze blew, dancing his long black hair. There seemed to be a sigh in the wind, and the sound was like a song. Gradually, the man fell into an eternal dream.

That was a very strange kid.

He floated in mid-air, looking down indifferently on the middle-aged man holding the baby as he ran down the mountain desperately, and the child was held in his arms, not crying or fussing, those dark brown eyes were quietly watching him , and then the kid laughed.

It seems that he has seen through all his emotions, no, it should be said that this child has seen through him very early.

The moment Yang Jian bumped into those black eyes, he bent his lips and smiled.

Chen Xiang...bye...