Twenty-six, walk alone

Yu Qingcun left Guangtai Temple and stepped forward mechanically. He was confused and didn't know the direction. He only took it step by step, as if he was born to walk all the time. Forget the outside and forget yourself. Looking down, I only saw a body moving, and the soul only floated around. He stared at his body and thought, "This is a walking corpse."

He was full of only one wish and only wanted to go to an unknown place. There must still be someone who has a house. Even if the mountains and rivers are ruthless, but he needs to be stained with some fireworks in the world. He can support it and think quietly and carefully.

After all, it was difficult to live alone. He laughed at himself like this, and his smile was desolate and bleak.

All kinds of things that happened have caused confusion, and now it is even more chaotic. There is a lot of chaos in the bottom of his heart. Where should he go?

Jinglian said, "No... It really can't... Not now..." He didn't know how heartbroken he was at that time.

Over these days, he has watched Shen Fang become a pure lotus. He doesn't understand why Shen Fang didn't tell him everything and why he wants to accept him... That's all. He finally fell in. In any case, it's really difficult to teach him to give up the feeling that has become the sustenance of life.

The words of the day when the stream returned to the pavilion were still in his ears. Although the deep affection was complicated and confusing, it was also a real perception, which had ignited his hope. And today, isn't the entangled warmth of the four lips and the infervent hugs of each other proof of his deep love? But why did the two hearts blend at the previous moment, and the next moment, the heart was pulled away, and such blood was so bloody that he had never seen it for him.

He admitted that it was indeed cruel to say that speculation about fame and fortune, and he didn't believe it in his heart, didn't he? But at that time, he just wanted to use his best to break Jinglian's hard iron-like refusal. He was unscrupulous. He was exhausted, but he didn't want to give up. That was his last effort.

But Jinglian turned around, really like an iron cast. After that, it was such a cold tone.

Yu Qingcun felt that he was standing on the edge of the cliff, but the Jinglian was still pounding on the ground.

Is the love so ruthless? Looking at him so close, he reached out to touch. But his heart is out of reach. He turned around. He didn't see his hand sticking out but blocking it in mid-air; he didn't see how the hand turned from trembling stretching to falling in despair.

"No." Yu Qingcun's ears echoed this sentence. The voice, the determination, like a bell, opened the surface of the water and pierceed into a bitter smile that was difficult to melt on his face. He couldn't stand the pain. He couldn't help but bend his back, gasped for a pause, and staggered forward again.

That figure, in the willow catkins all over the sky, seems to condense all the depression in the world. Looking at him as such a person, he was so gloomy and painful, and the people on the way didn't realize that they looked at his back for a long time.

No, it's not okay not to be a monk. Is it okay to ask Yu Qingcun to have an affair like this in the future?

Since he became a monk, has there ever been an explanation? He knew how hard it hit him. Didn't he see it with his own eyes? Up to now, he still doesn't want to explain. He regards his life as hard.

He also knew that Jinglian wanted to take over all the troubles with his own hands. For him, whether it is today's pure lotus or that day's Shen Fang, there is always affection for him. But he can't stand it anymore. He has asked for an explanation in his own mouth. Why does he still insist on not saying anything? This is because he doesn't believe that he is clear, but how can he teach human feelings?

Is it a protection for him or a harm to him to separate him like this? Yu Qingcun is not a weak daughter, and he needs to be treated like this. It should be the best survival mode in this life to face everything together. What is it that you can't tell each other frankly? In this way, what about the bosom friend and the future. In the future, will he still be Yu Qingcun, or the one who can always stand on the side of his lover and integrate with him but keep an independent Yu Qingcun? In this case, do you still need him to be clear? It's enough for him to let alone in the world...

Yu Qingcun was full of depression, and he felt that there was no hope for the way forward, and gradually raised the idea of this life. Thinking that he has been extremely tired all the way, why don't you think about it? In this life, the heart of merit has been sold, and the friendship of bosom friends is so scattered that he can't see anything worth missing.

I don't know how long it took. He only felt that his feet were getting numb and his back was sore. When the sunset fell on the mountain, he finally fell under a slanting willow on the street. Willow Xuer fluttered lightly, tossing and turning in the air, scattered on the ground. Yu Qingcun leaned against the willow tree and sat with his head down. His eyes were empty and blank. He only stared straight at the ground, but he was still spinning in the wind, trying to use the willow catkins to fly again.

This Liu Xuer is so weak, but she is so tenacious. This is really a doomed tragedy. Yu Qing thought in a confused way.