Tianshan Yihuan

"Do you know who you are?" he asked.

"······" Throat was sore and dry, lungs throbbing, and unable to speak.

He picked out the lamps on the candlesticks with a bamboo stick, and the bean-sized flames flickered slowly. The back view of him kneeling on the floor was cast on the latticed door, and the shadows switched back and forth with the changes of the lamp flames.

"Tired?" He wrung out the cotton cloth in the silver basin, folded it neatly and placed it on my forehead.

"..." I don't know who I am, and I don't care.

"The master said that you can live for another hour. According to the people at the bottom of the mountain, it should be two hours?" He wondered, maybe he would still pouted at this time, with a serious look on his face.

"······" This is really not reconciled, but it is enough.

"I've never seen anyone like you," he said in a normal tone, as if he was discussing the weather with his neighbors, "enduring the pain of broken bones and ruptured internal organs so hard that he refused to leave in a coma, maybe it's true There are people who can't let go."

"..." I can't let go, I can't let go a lot, that's why I'm full of obsession.

"I used to go to the chanting stand to listen to the master's lectures. I heard from them that there will be a long, long dream before death. Everything in this dream will appear with everything you pursue. The scene in the dream starts from your dream. Everything you see at this moment when you close your eyes evolved." He shook the copper bell in his hand, "Can you hear it? In the dream, let you save yourself from danger."

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"You look so pretty when you smile. I've been thinking, if one day I meet you earlier than anyone else, can I not have to look at you now and only have two hours to live." His voice trembled, But calmer than ever.

I really want to open my eyes and see, the owner of this gentle voice.

However, I know that this wish will disappear with my death.Not for a second did I not want to end the state of eternal chasing, the consciousness gradually left, and I watched the scattered thoughts wandering around irretrievably.

It was a pathway made of starlight, leading to another world.

What a failure story.And yet it failed so real.

The long winter has finally passed, and the snow water flows along the winding mountain road to the distance in the beginning of spring.

The bells of the temple startled the flock of sparrows flying across the winter.

Their lives are so short, but they are as vibrant as any life.

Wearing a traditional monk's robe, the master stood by the heavy door and saw his disciple sitting on the stone slab with a drawing board on his lap, drawing a portrait stroke by stroke.

That person looked gentle at first, then cunning, and finally made people feel warm like spring.

The eyes under the black-rimmed glasses shone with a soft luster, which made people feel that he was a college student who had just left school at first glance.

He knows this guest.

A few days ago, he held a ceremony for him.

Going forward, they also met two years ago. The young man has been looking for a companion of his own.

Now, he can finally rest in peace.

"Master, how about I frame this picture and put it next to that one?" His apprentice was still as clumsy as ever, but very dexterous.

"Om Mani Padme Hum, later spread the ashes of that benefactor, Fei Fei, to Galongla."

The slanting sunset shone through the panes and onto the two paintings.

One deep and one shallow, one old and one new.

a couple.

The author has something to say: Even if this fan story is all over here, I have been writing tremblingly for almost a year, and I have almost forgotten what I thought in my heart when I wrote this story at the beginning.But it’s probably the last ending for the two people in my heart. I don’t know how to define whether this article is BE or HE. Generally speaking, it’s still BE... I vowed to write HE before. The author was tortured by himself.

If this is an ending, it is also a beginning. After the end of this article, I will correct my writing attitude. 00 This is so unlevel... Please forgive me, the new article "Corpse Mother's Old Dream" will be an attempt on writing style I will write articles, and at the same time, I will also post a few BL articles of less than [-] words. What should I do if I want to sign a contract? ···At present, it seems that the only way for me to make money on my own is not suitable for writing other than writing.

But in any case, thank you for reading this article, thank you for your clicks, and give me the motivation to update~ Thank you.