The fast-traveling boss conspired against me

Passing through the empty palace, with carved beams and painted buildings, the flying eaves are like eagles with wings, looking up at the scorching sun in the sky.

People come and go in the bustling streets, and the aroma of the stalls is gone with the wind. He can smell it, but he can't hold it.

People with different expressions, some wore beautiful silk, some wore rough linen clothes, but no one paid any attention to him.

All numbness passed through his nothingness body.

He was like a mass of air, which dissipated gently and then reassembled.

Who is he, where is he going...

Going out from the city gate, he was getting farther and farther away from the prosperous dreamland, and the scenery in front of him turned into emerald green mountains and blue water.There are dilapidated huts scattered among the mountains and rivers.

The yellow-haired puppy staggered, it crawled among the grass, eager to hunt down the brightly colored butterflies.

"Rhubarb! Let's go! Mother called me home for dinner..." On the pile of straw in the distance, the immature child called, and in a blink of an eye the puppy gave up the butterfly, and ran back wagging its tail and sticking out its tongue.

The breeze blows the crops in the field, and the emerald green waves hit from one side to the other.

An Xugui continued to drift in an unknown direction, he didn't know where he wanted to go, so he could only wander aimlessly.

He is a lonely soul, wandering in the world, he often wonders why the ecstatic impermanent ghost did not take him away, but let him exist alone and confused in the world.

But no one can see him, he hopes that he can meet a Taoist priest who catches ghosts, so that he can be saved...

An Xugui didn't understand why his soul still remained after his death...

The predecessors said that the lingering soul is because there are still obsessions, unfulfilled wishes, and people who have not given up in the world.

But what was left of him?Why doesn't he remember anything...

Where did he come from, where is he going, why did he die, and what obsessions did he not give up...

No one can answer him.

He has seen mountains and walked through water.He held the wind of spring to taste the rain in summer. The autumn leaves could never get rid of the fate of returning to their roots. An Xugui reached out his hand countless times, trying to save them.

But he was like a draft, and he couldn't do anything.

The snow in winter is so beautiful, clean and clear.An Xugui looked at the warm stove, he couldn't feel the cold, but he wanted to have that warmth.

He walked for a long time, and walked a long way. This was a strange place. They were dressed in bright veils, dancing gracefully, and the rubies hanging from their waists looked like blood.

This place is extremely lively, but An Xugui doesn't like it.

He hates the noise here.

I found a clear stream in the mountains. The jingle of the spring water and the crisp birdsong made people feel peaceful.

He was lying on the big rock by the stream, the sun was shining on him warmly, An Xugui raised his hand to cover his eyes.

He wondered why he didn't shy away from the sun...

With my eyes closed, I don't know what night it is.

An Xugui was awakened by the movement in the stream, he opened his eyes, and a spray of water hit him, passing through his body and pouring into the wild grass.

He squinted his eyes and saw the little thing running wild in the stream.What is it...

With white fur, pointed ears, and a small ball, it is digging water in the clear stream.

Where did this little fox come from? It's so cute... An Xugui thought about it, and looked at it with his chin up.

The fox was flopping about in the stream, its eyes narrowed in comfort, sticking out its pink tongue, diving its head into the bottom of the water to chase the small transparent fish.

It's quite tossing... An Xugui saw that all the hair on its body was wet, and it took about half an hour before this little thing came out of the water.

It flicked the water off its body, and its fur was blown up. The big white and fluffy tail looked so beautiful.

And those eyes, clearer than stream water, are transparent water blue.

How can it be so clean...

It seems to be able to cleanse people's souls.

The fox shook off its fur, and An Xugui found a pile of faded clothes by the stream.He was wondering, but he saw the little fox turned into a young and tender young man.

He froze for a moment, unable to believe his eyes, but the plush ears on the top of the young man's head that hadn't been put in reminded him all the time.

The young man put on his clothes to cover his youthful body, and the green silk that was not fully dried was scattered, and there was no kitsch in his clear eyes.

He shook his ears, his hair was trembling slightly, his thin butterfly bones had a very seductive arc, and his thin lips were like tender petals.

An Xugui sat up straight, he heard his own heartbeat, very loud.

Shocked him into a daze.

He couldn't move his eyes away, he followed the young man back as if possessed, relying on others not being able to see him, he acted recklessly and never concealed his gaze.

An Xugui settled down, and he followed the young man.Don't ask why, he always felt that the young man cast some spell on him, otherwise why he couldn't leave him at all.

There are many things in this world that cannot be explained with common sense, so An Xugui will not be entangled in these issues.

These days, he understood many things. For example, although this young man was from a better background than many others, he only had a glamorous appearance.

The sadness of many people is hidden in places you can't see, just like everyone has a few words that can't be said.

An Xugui felt sorry for him.

On snowy nights, he hopes that his body will not be so cold and empty, so that he can give him a hug to help him warm his bed.

But every time the young man curled up on the cold bed, An Xugui listened to his whispers in his sleep, and could only hold his hand in vain, but couldn't really touch him.

When he finally survived the severe cold, An Xugui breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the young man's frail body, but his increasingly stunning appearance.

Something grew bigger and bigger in his heart, getting out of his control more and more.

Later, one day finally, there were many rare treasures in the dilapidated yard of the youth, so many treasures, they could live a good life for them.

But An Xugui looked at his face and felt that he was very unhappy, his clear eyes seemed to be dusted, and the dazzling gemstones had no light anymore.

It wasn't until the young man put on a bright red wedding dress that An Xugui woke up.He tried like crazy to stop those people, but he was acting like a mime that no one was watching.

Amidst the festive beating of gongs and drums, An Xugui once again felt in a daze... Who on earth is he, and why did his heart tell him that he didn't want this young man to leave.

From then on, An Xugui still followed the young man silently, but they just changed places, and their situation was still the same difficult.

But the young man grew up, he always looked at the bright moon, and said in a clear voice: "It doesn't matter where I am, I just want to be safe and secure."

An Xugui stroked his hair in the void, listened to his whispers, then hugged him and leaned on his shoulders.

An Xugui also felt that it would be fine if it was such an ordinary life, and it doesn't matter that the young man will never find him, as long as he stays by his side.

He doesn't expect much, and he is satisfied when the years are quiet.

The days passed quickly, but the young man was getting thinner and thinner day by day. Later, he met a man, who was a man of great success.

An Xugui was furious. He met those deep and playful eyes by the chaotic soup pool. At that moment, many things flooded into his head...

So familiar, so familiar, he was in cold sweat from the pain, and he knelt on the ground in pain and couldn't straighten up.

"... My Ah Song, walk slowly," An Xugui watched as he was holding a pen under the lamp, with the gentle and quiet figure beside him.

"Aifei..." In a trance, every time the sword flashed, there was a figure standing in front of him to defend him.

"...you walk slowly, Huangquan Road... I will definitely find you!" He remembered that in the sad hall, he held Chao Song's hand and refused to let go no matter what.

He was afraid that if he let go, he would not be able to find him in the next life...

An Xugui was always looking for something he had forgotten... His obsession made him watch Chaosong half his life without him.

Now he understood clearly, but felt that his light soul was so heavy that he couldn't lift it up.

What is he doing... His Ah Song is waiting for him, why did he go the wrong way?It will be cold on the road to Huangquan... He clearly promised that he would walk with him...

"...I'm sorry, I'll come to you right away..." An Xugui got up from the ground, he just wanted to find Chao Song now, he has no obsession in this world, he should be gone...

An Xugui ran forward, the scenery faded crazily behind him, and gradually all the scenes were distorted and turned into nothingness and chaos.

There was light in his eyes, he kept chasing after that point, he had to find his Ah Song...

Will Chao Song be waiting for him...

On the road to Huangquan, the blood-red Bana flowers bloomed fiercely, and the dense white bones were its nourishment. It bloomed on the sea of ​​blood and the mountain of corpses, sucking up the scarlet blood.

An Xugui saw a lot of people, but he didn't stop, he knew he had been delayed for a long time...he had to hurry up, hurry up.

On the bridge of Naihe built over the sea of ​​blood, the boundless flowers of the other side are blooming extremely grandly here.

They filled the entire hell, igniting the hellfire in the nether world.

"... Ah Song... where are you?!" An Xugui was flustered, nothing... nothing.

Among the countless ghosts wandering on the Naihe Bridge, there is no figure of Chao Song.

An Xugui felt that he was late... Maybe Chao Song had already been reincarnated.Chaosong will never remember him again, maybe... he will marry other people and have children, treat each other with respect as a guest, and raise his eyebrows.

What should he do... He doesn't want to walk across this bridge of Naihe because he doesn't want to forget Chao Song.

His heart was throbbing, he thought numbly... Maybe he can just wait here, because he missed the appointment, so he has to pay back...

If he waits here for decades or even hundreds of years, he can always wait until the Song Dynasty.

At that time, it doesn't matter even if Chao Song has forgotten him...he will hold his hand, and then they will never be separated.

He never wants to forget...

In a daze, someone patted him on the shoulder and said, "Why did you come here? I have been waiting for you for a long time."

An Xugui raised his head and looked at the person in shock. All the torment, hardship, helplessness, pain... all dissipated in this instant.

"...I'm sorry, I'm late..." He hugged the lost and recovered treasure tightly, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.

"...Fortunately, you are still here... I thought you were gone, if you don't remember me... I will wait here for hundreds of years, and one day we will meet."

Yes, An Xugui felt that no matter how many times they reincarnated, they would still meet each other.

Because he couldn't bear to forget Chao Song even if he died, no matter what he would still go to him...

"Yes," Chao Song said softly, "Let's go together, and we will meet again one day."