seven relics

you listen to me.

The story of the rivers and lakes Go to the bottom of the East China Sea, you will be swallowed by a giant python, you will pass through the stalactite cave, wander on the Milky Way, salvage the indelible stars; you will meet at the foot of Kunlun Mountain When the Chongming bird fights with the singing snake, and the hordes of Zhu Yan rush from the left bank to the right bank, the horns of war never stop; you will see blue lightning from the mouth of Kui Niu, and you will step on the bamboo hairpin painting The horse that came out flew into the air.

you listen to me.

If the story of the rivers and lakes comes to the deep house compound in Yangzhou, you will be bound by suspicion, you will see the heart of goodness fall into the boundless darkness, and you will pick up the sweetest and most brittle lotus root in the lotus pond. Killing urges will be found there, bloodthirsty frags.The breath of old age clings to the young servants, the rich brocade rots, and you'll hear someone tell you it's the wraith that was once bound in the tower.Don't believe it, don't believe it.Only one woman who died with regret once lived in the tower that had been razed to the ground long ago.

She loves her child and she hates him.He had ruined her reputation, and he was the flesh and blood of the one she loved, her flesh and blood.She had wanted to kill him, once and for all.She had entrusted him to someone else's care.

you listen to me.

The story of the rivers and lakes must have inexplicable hatred, resentment that has no place to vent, love that is constantly cut and reasoned, must have good wine, must have shocking plots, beautiful women, infatuation that is wrongly paid, and unrestrained heroes, Peerless martial arts, blind date from the same sect, deception from the same sect...

How come you haven't heard of these?How could you not have experienced these?

I don't want to talk about this, now, what I want to tell you is-

Someone is going to kill me.Not out of hate, but out of inseparable love.

Someone killed many people for me.Not out of love, but because of an inseparable past.

I stop and go, my home is everywhere, I don't know where I am going, what else I will experience.Maybe the person who wants to kill me is already on his way, maybe I will die tomorrow.

you listen to me.

Behind the Ruyi supermarket near the neighborhood where I recently settled down, a family surnamed Wang planted a maple tree in memory of their daughter who lived only seven years.

On the way to the supermarket, I can always meet a person walking a cat.The cat always likes to climb a very small oak tree, and the man stands under the tree and looks up at the cat standing on the top of the tree.

The hydrangeas on the road turned white and green, green and pink, and turned yellow and withered after pink.

The daughter of the neighbor next door took out all her savings and asked me to make a string of wind chimes, which she would give to her mother who had been ill for a long time.

Her mother passed away last month.

She hung the wind chime on the balcony.Every time I pass her downstairs, she always calls me with a smile and waves to me.

In autumn, the maple tree is always the first to turn red.