Where do tomb robbers meet in their lives?

On an uneventful night, he woke up.

The right forearm should have been amputated, but for some reason, he always felt that it was still there, and the excruciating pain would disturb his sleep, causing him to wake up in the middle of the night, and then found that the painful place was not there at all. nothing.

Everything is just his own illusion.

It turned out there was nothing.

For some reason, this thought made him want to laugh, but the pain made the corners of his mouth twitch a few times, but he didn't laugh after all.

How did that sentence come from?

All conditioned dharmas, all conditioned dharmas... are like dreams and bubbles... everything is nothing but an illusion.

Ha ha.

He finally laughed out, on such an unremarkable night, in this ward where he was the only one.

Maybe, not necessarily just him.

There was a little movement in the dark room.

"Wen Jing, you, are you awake?"

He followed the voice and looked over. The moonlight illuminated a fair and bright face. When she looked at him, she smiled brightly and cutely, which made all the girls around her look inferior.At this moment, there is an indescribable sadness on this face.

Not good-looking, not good-looking, he doesn't like women with sad faces.

What's more, that person wouldn't show such a sad expression, her expression didn't look like her at all.

He heard himself sigh: "Didn't I tell you to go back?"

"I, I want to take care of you." Perhaps his tone was too ruthless, making her eyes roll with tears.

He smiled at her, with a joking tone: "I can't let you take care of me now. I can't even sit up."

Her tears couldn't help falling, and she suppressed her crying and said, "You, you know that's not what I meant."

It's just that anyone's tears from a long time ago can't move him anymore.Instead, he sighed secretly: Why is it so difficult to get rid of this one?

"Go back, don't come here again."

"Why?" She grabbed his empty sleeve, "It won't be convenient for you in the future, I can take care of you. I can always be by your side, just, just as your right hand ..."

He said helplessly: "You know that I never liked you. This fact will not change because I lost an arm."

She froze, tears streaming down like embankments.

Seeing her standing up silently and disappearing from the ward like a dazed soul, he silently breathed a sigh of relief.

Liang Wenjing, you are such a jerk, such a good girl can make people cry.

This time I really made a mistake, how could I provoke a girl who was so serious and serious last time.The point is that her father is still the biggest customer of Sushuitang Sinan Store, he made her so sad, I'm afraid the future business will be short of a big part.

At the beginning, it was only to please the benefactor that he actively introduced this and explained that to the girl. God knows when she silently developed a good impression of him.

If it was normal, he would definitely stop everything at the budding stage. After all, a decent girl wants you to promise this and that, and you have to share the future with her. This is not in line with his outlook on life.

If she didn't smile so much like that person...

With some difficulty, he pulled out a photo from under the pillow with one hand. The girl who was crying into tears just now smiled at him in the photo. Her bright red phoenix eyes and refreshing brows without heavy makeup were very similar to that person.At that time, Xu Zhonglin saw the photo in his arms and firmly believed that this person must be his girlfriend, so he sent a message from thousands of miles to call her.

But fortunately, the one in his arms was not the rightful owner.Otherwise, if anyone sees it, the world will be in chaos.If that's the case, it's not as simple as losing an arm.

Hehe, Liang Wenjing, you are so witty.

He followed the moonlight, zoomed out on the photo, narrowed his eyes, and let the smile imprint in his eyes.In a haze, the memory modified those real faces to look like that person, he said to himself softly, look, she is smiling at you.

Xiao Jin is smiling at you.

He closed his eyes, keeping the image in his mind.

That's right, no matter what happens to his little Jin, he won't cry.Even if she wants to cry, she will desperately hold back when facing you, she will shout at you, get angry at you, and blame you, but she will not cry to you.

She tells you with her actions that she doesn't need your comfort, she will be brave by herself.

This bravery has given him strength many times so that he will not give up on himself and sink into sinking.

This bravery saved him again at the last moment.

There was unbearable pain from the place where the limb was severed.He seemed to still be able to feel the shuttle harrier slicing it with a knife. The pain once penetrated deep into the bone marrow, stimulating every cortex of the brain, and made him want to go crazy and out of control several times.But when he looked at her, all his will came back in an instant, her face was focused and serious, she seemed to want to cry several times, but she couldn't help it, maybe it was just her sweat that fell on the lapel of his shirt.

For some reason, seeing her so focused, knowing that God would send her to him at the last moment, he actually wanted to laugh happily.

If he really listened to Fatty's words and had no choice but to let him cut him across the board, would he become an unjust victim?

But God really treated him so kindly, and sent her to his side!

"My grandma, you can still laugh, you, you are not crazy, are you? No, no, could it be that the arm nerves affect the brain?" She looked at him, her knife fixed in the air, her tone full of excitement. Trilling, the nervous expression made him want to laugh even more.

He replied weakly: "It's not that I want to laugh, it's just that you have too many laughs."

Hehe, hehe.

How can life be so ironic, everything is obviously a dream-like illusion, but let that person carve the pain on his body in the most realistic way.

She and her favorite knife.

The knife he personally gave her.

He originally thought that this knife could protect her, but he never thought that one day she would use him like this to leave the deepest pain on her body.

One, two, three, four... He silently counted every knife she dropped, trying to keep himself awake to distract himself.But the pain was so intense that it finally surpassed reason, and occasionally brought great challenges to his willpower, and his thoughts became confused when he counted.In the end, he only remembered that it was torture after knife after knife.

However, the torment was not all at that time.

In that short time, he finally had all of her attention.She looked at him, she was really watching, observing, nervous, anxious, and afraid for him, all kinds of things that had never happened before, the greatest concern that a person can give to another person.

All the things that were suppressed and hidden in the heart were awakened again at that moment.She used to look at him and smile, and she used to follow him to ask him to teach her what her elder brother was unwilling to teach.Once pestered him to give her the shuttle harrier.

Once, he thought that he and she would have many possibilities.

All those pasts that he deeply suppressed and hid...

At this moment, they are like his tormented right arm. After being separated, they are still inseparable. Every cut is painful.

At such a close distance, she seemed to be within reach of him, but he was deeply suppressed, and the place where he could touch her was losing consciousness every minute.

Gradually, he could no longer feel her touch, gradually the pain surpassed everything, gradually, even her words became ethereal and unreal.

But my mind became clear instead.

Everything that was once thought to be let go is raised because of "if".

If there was no father's accident, would their encounter be a simple encounter after all?

If he hadn't suffered such a serious injury, would there be other possibilities between him and her?

If at the last moment, she hadn't appeared in front of him at all...

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

Everything was settled, as if God had already arranged it.

Or maybe all the reality is like if, it is just a fleeting moment in the world, and all impermanence will eventually return to nothingness.

Yes, Master Jiaye taught him.

All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew or electricity...everything is just an illusion, and everything should be viewed as such.

The difference between truth and illusion is nothing more than two words.

And if love can be broken, is it also an illusion after all?

But why this phantom is so painful, even though he has lost half of his right arm, the pain is still there, as real as if he had never lost it.

Even if it is parted, there are still phantom pains left behind.

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