A crow in the desert

There are many things that Li Yue can't figure out.He is no worse than Li Su, but he can't compete with Li Su in everything, such as the throne, such as the beloved.Li Yue straightened up slowly, and in his hand was a bamboo pole as thick as a thumb, and the end was slashed with a hatchet, as sharp as frost.

"He persuaded me not to fight against you." Li Yue said slowly: "I can give you everything, but he can't. Since you are not dead, I don't mind killing you again, or you Come and kill me."

Li Su untied his monk's robe casually, took out a golden cane from his waist, and said softly, "You love to argue with me about everything, do you think I really don't care? I have long wanted to kill you." Not sure, Li Su With the bamboo sword in Yue's hand, Li Su managed to dodge it, and the golden stick fell, breaking a section of the bamboo sword.

The two of them had the same martial arts teacher, and their martial arts attainments were comparable, but Li Yue was more flexible after all. After a few hundred moves, Li Yue cut off a piece of Li Su's sleeve with his sword. .

Li Su's face turned pale, he took a few steps back, and suddenly said, "Do you know why I fell in love with that kid?"

Li Yue paused: "Why?"

Li Sudao: "That day in Sanwu, you wanted to recruit him as an aide several times. I know you like him." He smiled: "That's why I want to snatch him over. Brother, don't think you are very smart. As long as I want something, there is nothing I can’t get.”

Li Yue's expression changed drastically, he took a few steps back, and was about to speak, when the golden rod came at him, he hurriedly blocked it with his hands, the golden rod pierced his palm, and went straight into his throat.

Everything in the world fell silent for a moment, Li Yue stood there straight, his other hand blocked the blood gurgling in his throat in vain, he coughed, and said softly: "You...you can't treat him like this .”

Li Su was also a little dazed, and slowly withdrew his hand. Watching the blood flow down the cane, he stood blankly and said, "Brother..."

Li Yue just coughed, his dark eyes gradually blurred, he stretched out his hand to grab it in front of him in vain, and fell straight to the ground.

After a long time, Li Su walked up slowly, knelt on the ground, and touched Li Yue's hair, nose and ears. His body was already completely cold, his eyes were closed, his skin was limp, and the blood in his throat was clotted.

This is his deadly enemy who has been entangled with him for more than 20 years. Li Su always thought that he hated him very much. Now that Li Yue's body is lying here, Li Su suddenly realized that apart from hatred, there is a deeper bond between them.Although what that bond is, it doesn't matter now.

The crow waited in the meditation room, from morning to noon, from noon to evening, he was a disheartened person, and now he was a little confused, so he went out to find a lama to ask, but he couldn't understand the language.He was nowhere to be found in front of or behind the temple.He also thought that Li Yue is a person with high martial arts skills, so probably nothing will happen to him.That night, he fell asleep in the meditation room.The room was warm and clean, and he slept soundly, and saw the person he missed in his dream.

He saw Li Su far away, he called Li Su's name loudly, waved to him, and ran towards him desperately.Li Su just responded with a smile, but the smile became more and more hazy, and finally disappeared.The crow had no choice but to sit there sadly, and Li Yue leaned on his shoulder, whispering words of comfort.

The crow couldn't understand what he said, but it should be in a very gentle and considerate language.The crow fell asleep in this language.

When the sky was bright the next day, Crow opened his eyes and sat up, thinking: Where is Li Yue?He has been with Li Yue day and night for more than a year, and he has already gotten used to the existence of the other party.The crow was about to go out to look for it, when a little lama ran over and handed him a piece of paper.

The crow opened it and saw that there were Chinese characters on it, so he immediately asked the little lama, "Who sent it?"

The little lama pointed out and made a silent movement.

Then the crow opened the paper, and on it was a poem:

It's not love of wind and dust, it seems to be misunderstood by the front, when the flowers bloom and fall naturally, always Lai Dongjun.

If you go, you will go, and if you live, how will you live? When the flowers are all over your head, don't ask me where I will go.

The handwriting is rough, but it is written with great care. The monastery is full of lamas, and they don't understand Chinese, so this word must be Li Yue's.

The crow stared blankly for a while, then suddenly his nose felt sour, and he ran out in big strides, only to see the shadows of trees outside, and the mountains and mountains, and there was no trace of Li Yue.The crow read the poem again and thought: He is...leaving me...

As soon as the finger was loosened, the piece of paper flew out flutteringly, and disappeared into the sky with the mountain wind.

Standing there, he felt that the world was so big that there was no room for him. What Li Yue said before was ringing in his ears at this moment: Let's leave here and find a clean and warm place. A house, buy some land, or open a shop...

Crow thought, Li Yue is a really nice person, so I didn't want him to leave me.

At this time, the mist in the mountains cleared and the sun was falling. The crow walked down the mountain in a daze. A young lama was sweeping the floor at the gate of the temple with a broom. After a while, a young lama was also standing there. He wanted to chase after him for the first time, but finally stopped, watching the figure of the crow finally disappear in the shadows of trees, he lowered his eyes, and returned to the temple quietly, and stayed with the ancient Buddha with the blue lamp all his life up.

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The author has something to say:

This text was written casually. At that time, I thought the crow was very funny and wanted to give him a home, but at the end of writing, I realized that no one will become another person’s home.He loved and was loved, and that was fine.

A new article will be published soon. (*^__^*)