Chapter 12 A vision
Many times, I know, but I don't need to say it.
Bai Xiaosheng is not a long-tongued woman.
Many times, even if it is clear that all glitz is an appearance, it is impossible to indulge in it.
In the end, we know, but it is not a great monk.
I can't see through it, and I'm obsessed.
No one is a fool. Everyone has obscure shrewdness, forbearance, or planning in their hearts.
However, if that hasn't been traced yet, why dig to the bottom?
If you treat others as idiots too much and supporting roles, you are born dependent on yourself, and only look at yourself as the only one and the center of the world.
So...
In fact, Liu Yi has always understood. He doesn't understand why he understands. In more than ten years of life, he has never understood these complicated reasons.
This is some emotion without cause and effect, but it often wanders in his heart.
He often wanders, suspecting that there is another devil in the depths of his soul, which is almost omnipotent.
He is often afraid, because he knows that it is very likely to be himself...
The so-called emotionalization, split personality, and mental disorders are often excuses for difficult self-discipline before they really indulge and get out of control.
He doesn't need it, let alone disdain it——
Therefore, he would rather try to understand, try to guess, and be fearless and futile.
...
"Xiao Pang, do you think there is a past and present life in this world?"
"Brother Yi, there should be."
"So, do you think there is anyone in the world who is born to know?"
"I don't know about this, Brother Yi, such a profound question, why don't you ask the husband?"
"Factor - Ask the Doctor~"
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“...”
"Brother Yi?"
"What's wrong?"
"The fish is burnt~"
"Oh--"
"Oh, my brother!"
"Hahahaha!"
Who's complaints, accompanied by laughter, echoed in the wild forest.
Complain, how can you complain, how dare you complain.
Laughing, Guan Er lost his anger.
Forget the majesty, but still buried the coldness.
Who is buried by the indifference?
The change is subtle and silent, just like the silent aroma of barbecue in the forest, which is burnt and more attractive.
...
I'm afraid that I don't ask.
I don't understand and I'm afraid of being ridiculed. I still know that I am afraid of getting results.
...
Life in the mountains is calm and plain. Decades are like a day. Time has unloaded the heavy burden. Without the oppression of many cruel rhythms, time passes like water.
A day of work, accompanied by several families to whisper at night, and several families to rest.
The outer wall of the college is still so low, covered with loess and mud, which looks like a push and falls down. It is already luxurious here.
The Cang family next door learns the language, and the calm and heavy male voice laughs loudly, always smearing a lot of color for the calm night.
Colorful color, hidden gray, tired.
It's night, just like before, but no longer lonely.
...
Green lights and candles, the so-called sleepy people moan without disease.
Of course, the husband is not that kind of poor. He hangs a schoolbag if he has nothing to do. But late at night, he abnormally held up the window of the inner room and drank wine against the moon.
The college is not big and is less than a few acres away, but in addition to the teaching hall, there are also three rooms behind the hall, which are divided into dining rooms and two bedrooms.
Liu Yi has lived alone since he was a child. I don't know if the husband intends to cultivate his self-care ability.
On this day, the teenager lay down as usual, wrapped in a thin blanket, tossing and turning.
My heart is surrounded by the emotions that have emerged again in the early days. Once I wake up, it is like a lake breaking the dike, and I can't stop it.
The blanket is extremely thin, and it will not be too hot to be covered in summer, but Liu Yi seems to be pulled tightly, and a layer of cold sweat on his body for a moment.
Two completely different voices echo in my mind, which is not the contradictory voice when it is difficult for ordinary people to choose.
The sound seems to be substantial at all, more like a supreme will warning something.
From the initial monotonous indoctrination of some inexplicable ideas that are more evil than the paranoia taught by the master, to now, it seems that he wants to turn him into another person.
Liu Yi is not afraid, fear for no reason, not fear. What's more, he believes that the voice of the heart comes from the soul, and the illusory demon in his heart is not as good as the origin of the entity.
He is just irritable. Since he almost died a few years ago, the sound often echoes in his mind, like a maggot of metatarsoas.
He didn't know how to put it. It was easy to detect some obscure hostility from the doctor in recent years, and he dared not ask the doctor to avoid becoming an armpit.
Fortunately, the sound appeared, but it was not accompanied by all the disadvantages. At least the nightmares since childhood have passed away like smoke.
One gain and one loss, one peck and one drink, Liu Yi does not understand such a profound truth, and even scoffs at the instilling of difficult reason. It is undeniable that at first glance, it seems to be very chewy and quite mysterious. At first hearing it, it is indeed ** infinite, and even made his firm and immature heart slightly shaken, comparable to the magic sound of heaven.
But when it whispers in my ear like an old woman every day, it doesn't know how to step by step, and it's really ~ especially this situation tonight!
In the quiet shabby room, the needles were clearly heard, but Liu Yi unilaterally fell into noisy suffering.
When he heard the sound of the husband pushing open the window, he endured for a moment and finally couldn't stand the boredom, and also gently pushed the window open.
At that moment, under the clear starlight, the comfortable cool breeze blew, and the chatter in his mind finally disappeared. He couldn't even help being confused by the environment, opened his mind, and told the husband all the doubts behind him and all the visions behind him-
But the next second, he resisted, or the inexplicable alert sound suddenly knocked the twilight drum, from extreme quiet to extreme movement, waking him up!
facing the moon, Liu Yi lay on the window sill, looked up dullly, and saw the moon dark stars.
In summer, cicadas often cry, especially in the mountains, which are rare to stop.
Why is there abnormal tranquility tonight? It seems that this abnormality has not been paid enough attention by the mountain people.
Is it careless neglect, or subconscious neglect, or...
The stars in the sky are obviously much more eye-catching than usual.
That round of arc moon struggled to release light, but it makes people feel dim and may disappear at any time.
In the endless starry sky on the other side, seven stars in the northern sky are hooked into spoons, especially dazzling.
Liu Yi looked at the sky and had an inexplicable heart palpitations, as if he had been distracted by the Beidou star.
He stared at the canopy, in a trance, his eyes gradually began to blurred, and his eyes became lax...
The Master sighed softly and closed the paper window with another burst of "squeak".
Maybe I haven't found that my disciple is abnormal, and maybe it's just like the inexplicable voice in Liu Yi's mind told him, knowing it without saying anything--
Originally, the three rooms were side by side, and he did not stretch his head. How could he see the side room clearly?
But since he never saw anything, why did he close the window and drink for nothing?
That sigh, for whom...
Liu Yi stared at the drowsy sky and stared at the seven shining stars, as if they had been imprinted in his heart.
The starlight reflected in his eyes, as if only a spoon was eye-catching.
He did not notice the husband's sigh and his abnormality. He didn't even notice when he lost the dominance of his own consciousness!
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"Wake up, wake up, wake up quickly~"
"If I know, don't go back and be nothing. At the end of the road, it was as foggy and bitter.
"No return, no delusion, no emptiness, no fatigue, no fascination, no abandonment."
"Wake up, wake up, wake up quickly~"
"The son is not a fish, why play that**. If you are not a son, you will think about the joy of fish~"
"What you have gained, what you have lost, what you have repaid, and what you have paid for."
"Wake up, wake up quickly~I'm waiting for you~I'm waiting for you~"
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That night, the Capricorn girl cried all night, which was especially annoying and caused a lot of pity.
That night, the doctor who closed the window directly closed his five senses and sank into a rest.
He doesn't want to see what he doesn't want to see, so he is closed. The spiritual knowledge has been closed, what else can he see clearly?
When Cang Capricorn put his whole mind on his childish daughter, he couldn't help but channel the meridians and comforted her.
When the sister-in-law sobbed in a low voice, she pulled her clothes tightly, with only her beloved daughter and husband in her eyes.
When a master rarely falls into a dream, he has thought about it for many years.
When the old village head peeked through the crack of the door and caught a glimpse of the bright starlight outside the house, and closed the wooden door tighter in panic--
Some people have firmed their thoughts and killed their worries. Some people put down their persistence and don't worry about it. Some people have a smile on their lips and don't know their own worries. Some people tremble with bones and recall -
......
That night, Liu Yi stayed for a whole night. He woke up in a trance and didn't understand anything.
That night, seven stars in the northern sky shined, just like the blessings given by Shengjing and shocked the sky.
However, the brilliance converged into a pillar, but it scattered thousands of feet away from the top of the mountain and became hazy.
However, the haze finally fell down again, and the momentum became more and more powerful.
However, how could half of the villagers not notice the abnormal situation, and the families dreamed of the dawn.
It's just that Liu Yi, who waited all night, got nothing...
Who saw that night, a fat man who secretly practiced meditation in his backyard was coated with dazzling silver.
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All lives are called Taoist, and Taoists can't be called by name.
The floating world wakes up like a dream, and the years are smooth and sweet.
It's yours, after all, how to get rid of it, how to be confused, and can't get rid of responsibility and burden.
It's not yours, it's not yours. How to seek and try your best to get the old hope or expectation.
Some responsibilities are destined to be carried by God, which is destiny and a great responsibility.
Some well-being, star nostalgia, who should inherit, that is blessing, Osawa.
Tiandao? Sky? Those who are kind to their sons are kind. Who will take the gift from heaven?
If given by heaven, take it or not, it is not man-made in destiny.
Who dares to say that he understands God's will?
You look at the stars, I measure my life, and glorb the scriptures give birth to Tai Chi.
When you die, I lose my soul, and the gossip is ambiguous.
Buddha said, it can't be said, but it's wrong.
Only one person, only one person, always unwilling to be determined...
The heaven and man are finally separated from the line. That line is the abyss, which also separates two different wills forever!
Do martial arts and Taoists all pay attention to the unity of heaven and man? But how can heaven and man be united? The so-called integration into the environment is the unity of heaven and man, but it dissipates the sense of self-sence, rather than truly integrating the world equally.
If a drop of water falls into the sea, is it the integration of the sea?
The only man is, and the sky is the curtain! The two are congenitally different, and the difference is too big.
The unity of heaven and man? Oh, the unity of heaven and man!
(PS: Who is the protagonist? Do you understand? Hey, protagonist? Supporting role? Luck? It doesn't matter if you don't understand. You will understand soon.
I didn't want to say it, but I still want to say it. There are many things in my work from beginning to end. It has been informed, but it is not explicitly stated.
About this book, I just want to write a story of reincarion without knowing its reincarion. Maybe it will soon change due to external forces and add some more interesting elements.
The so-called reincarnation is not necessarily the past and present life, and it is not necessarily time travel. That's too vulgar. In fact, Zhuangsheng dream butterfly, butterfly dream Zhuangsheng. How can you know that someone has a crazy delusion, or if a butterfly becomes an idiot?
If you are not a person, how can it be? The rest of them are just self-considered.
In addition, I always believe that the substantial basis of strength, wisdom and strategy is the desirable way to succeed... Instead of meaningless and brainless courage, just fantasies that are simply divorced from reality, or cowardly waiting for the blessings of fate.
integrity is very important, such as sincerity.
But if I regard those virtues as food, I can't write the perfection of real fairy tales.
I have repeatedly stated that this book is just an epic picture that I have been brewing for a long time and want to draw a magnificent and decisive epic picture.
The plot is wonderful, and the tortuous waves are even more like the storm in the Caribbean Sea!
Trivia... Stop here--
In a word, I write so much, just because the general trend is about to unfold and a little complaint.
In a word, I want to depict many different things, chaotic and orderly strange pictures in my mind, far from today's uniform online fast food.
If you can't accept new views, new ideas, new routines, and your mind is not mature enough.
I'm sorry...
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