Bravely enter the heavens and become a god

Feng Yequn's explanation was full of mystery and poetry. His voice was like the ancient wind, blowing through the silent years, with an indescribable rhythm. His eyes were deep, as if they contained a sea of ​​stars, flashing a fascinating light. He said patiently and seriously:

"On the Spring Equinox every year, tens of millions of people try to do the "standing egg" experiment. Hence the saying "When the Spring Equinox comes, the eggs are pretty." Choose a smooth and symmetrical fresh egg that has just been laid for four or five days, and gently stand it upright on the table."

Luo Ying asked again:

"Any more?"

Feng Yequn continued:

"The Spring Equinox is a great time for children to fly kites, and even adults get involved. In the gentle spring breeze, people run around in the open space, competing to see whose kite can fly higher and farther."

Luo Ying asked again: "Are there any more?"

Feng Yequn continued:

"In Zhejiang and Shanxi in your mortal world, there is a custom of brewing wine on the Spring Equinox. Ancient books record: "During the Spring Equinox, wine is brewed and stored in jars. After the three dog days, the dregs will turn into red wine, and the taste will not spoil for a long time. This is called Spring Equinox wine."

Luo Ying asked again:

"Is there anything delicious to eat during the Spring Equinox?"

Feng Yequn approached Luo Ying gently, and his finger gently hooked her nose bridge, his eyes flashing with a playful light, his voice low and magnetic:

"You little greedy cat, you are really a foodie! Like a little kid, you always think about delicious food!"

Hearing this, Luo Ying blinked mischievously, stuck out her tongue at him, and had a mischievous smile on her lips:

“Is there anything more important in life than tasting delicious food?”

At this moment, Feng Yequn suddenly locked Luo Ying tightly against the wall, his body pressed against hers, one hand resting on the cold wall, the other hand firmly supporting her waist, locking her tightly. He whispered in her ear, as if a mysterious power was spreading between them:

"For me, being with the one I love the most means that I can drink as much as water! I am willing to give up everything! I am willing to sacrifice my life..."

Luo Ying did not notice the passionate love hidden in Feng Yequn's words. Her heart was shrouded in an inexplicable sadness at this moment. Her thoughts drifted back to the moment when Hua Yuchen left. Since then, she has never received any news from him. This loss and sadness surged into her heart like a tide, and her eyes flashed with unspeakable sorrow. She answered the question irrelevantly:

"Can you really give up everything to be with the one you love most? Is there any way to have the best of both worlds?"

Feng Yequn caught a glimpse of her distraught expression and knew that it was Hua Yuchen's shadow lingering in her heart again. An inexplicable sadness surged into his heart like a tide. He gently loosened his arms that locked her to the wall, looked up at the deep sky, and sighed deeply. He said sadly:

"You mortals have a saying that can really heal people's hearts!"

His voice was low and magnetic, as if every word contained endless affection and sorrow.

Luo Ying's curiosity was completely aroused, and she couldn't help but ask:

"What words?"

Feng Yequn did not answer immediately. His eyes seemed to penetrate the endless void, as if he was looking for some distant memory. Finally, he spoke slowly, and every word seemed to have been tempered by thousands of times, more like he was speaking to himself:

"Life! There is no such thing as a perfect solution. In just a hundred years, it is just to teach people to make choices. Hold fireworks to make a living, walk, look and follow the wind, walk, look and be calm. The Chinese character "人" has two strokes, one for the first half of life, and one for the second half of life. The first half of life is persistence, and the second half of life is letting go. Half of life is fireworks, and half is pure joy. Half of life is sober, and half is let go. One bitterness and one sweetness is life, and one day and one night are days. There are mountains and rivers in the heart without being artificial, and it is quiet without arguing about right and wrong. There is no greed in the mirror, and there is joy in the busyness. Spend the four seasons and spend yourself, don't think about the past, don't fear the future. May the days to come be sunny and clear, and everything be gentle."

Luo Ying asked thoughtfully:

"You mean we shouldn't deliberately pursue so-called happiness, but should follow fate and let everything go, right?"

Feng Yequn gently turned his head, his eyes were as bright as the stars, revealing a kind of tranquility that transcended the world. He looked at Luo Ying tenderly, and his voice was as gentle as the spring breeze:

"Everything in the world has its destiny, and so does happiness. Sometimes, excessive persistence will only make us lost in the fog. It is better to let go of the obsession and let the heart go with the flow. Perhaps, true happiness will come quietly inadvertently.

There is no such thing as happiness or unhappiness in life, only contentment or discontentment. Having enough food and clothing is a blessing, and being free from illness and disaster is a blessing. As for other things, having them is icing on the cake, and not having them is still beautiful. The purpose of making money is to live, but the purpose of living is not just to make money. Don't compare your life with others, because you can never compare your life completely.

When you are in the most difficult time, don't think too far into the future, just encourage yourself to get through the present. Don't envy anyone's life, because everyone has ash at the bottom of their pot. It's not that others are doing well, but that they don't show their mess to others.

Everyone has different pursuits and ways of living. What I want is stability and steadiness. In this long and arduous world, you can try to take it slow. Not asking about the results will make you feel relaxed. What is at the end of the road may never be important. "

Luo Ying was like a walker in the fog. After listening to Feng Yequn's words, her heart was filled with confusion and bewilderment. She opened her mouth slightly, with a touch of innocence and confusion in her eyes, as if she was a child who had just experienced the world for the first time, and murmured foolishly:

"I seem to understand! But I also seem not to understand!"

Feng Yequn suddenly took her hand:

"I'll take you to see the hyacinths!"

Luo Ying felt the warmth in Feng Yequn's hand touching her heart. It was like the spring sunshine, shining through the clouds and into her heart, warm and bright. She seemed to be led by the warmth in his hand, attracted by his deep eyes, as if summoned by magic, and let him pull her into the mysterious garden.

Feng Yequn went to the flowers, picked a blue hyacinth and put it in Luo Ying's hand. It was long, and each flower had six petals. The three on the outer circle were wider, and the three on the inner circle were thinner, curling outwards like an upside-down wind chime.

Luo Ying exclaimed excitedly, with a gleam of amazement in his eyes:

"How can there be such beautiful flowers in the world! They are like upside-down wind chimes. It seems that with just a breeze, these dozens of wind chimes can play clear and melodious tinkling music in unison. The melody will surely make people intoxicated and dreamy."

Feng Yequn stared at Luo Ying, his tone revealing a hint of mystery and depth:

"Do you know what the flower language of hyacinth is?"

Luo Ying raised her head slightly, and Feng Yequn's figure was reflected in her clear eyes.

Feng Yequn's voice was deep and magnetic, as if every word carried endless emotions:

"The flower language of hyacinth is that it represents reborn love, which means forgetting the past and starting over. It means bravely moving towards a new life!"

Hearing this, Luo Ying felt an indescribable sadness in her heart. Her eyes instantly turned red, and tears fell like beads from a broken string, wetting her delicate face. Her voice trembled and choked with sobs, and she asked sadly:

"You mean, Brother Yuchen won't come back, right?"

Feng Yequn saw Luo Ying's fragile and collapsed appearance like an autumn leaf, and he felt endless pity in his heart. He spoke softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing her ethereal soul. He couldn't bear to see her collapse, and comforted her:

"Some people's lives are arranged by others, too much is beyond their control, too much is beyond their control...

Why not take it easy and be more carefree! It’s hard to have everything, life is like this, no matter which way you go, there will be regrets, it’s just a roundabout way! It’s hard to meet again...”

Luo Ying's emotions were like a flood that broke through a dam. She screamed, her voice filled with resentment and despair:

“I don’t believe…

My fate with him is as dazzling as fireworks...

And then it instantly disappeared into the air... You lied to me...

He won’t stop seeing me without saying goodbye!”

Feng Yequn's heart was touched by her pain. He hugged her tightly, trying to heal her inner wounds with his own strength. He asked softly:

"Are you unwilling to accept this outcome?"

Luo Ying nestled in his arms, tears flowing like a spring, she cried bitterly, as if she wanted to pour out all her unwillingness and despair. Feng Yequn accompanied her silently, letting her pour out the pain in her heart. He knew that this relationship was too precious to her, and she could not accept such an ending.

Luo Ying burst into tears in his arms, tears falling like pearls from a broken string. She held Feng Yequn tightly, as if he was her only support, and she cried with a broken heart:

"I'm not unwilling, it's just that this ending doesn't match my original intention of doing something I knew was impossible. I put in my utmost sincerity! So I'm not the one who should feel regretful!"