God, you hit me!

Side B

Hua'er bravely pushed open the door, the mess in the room hurt his eyes.

The answer he wanted was right in front of him, so why was he so persistent?

He walked out slowly, step by step, over the threshold, through the corridor, out of the cave door, his figure gradually blurred, and finally disappeared in silence.

The portrait of a room, the mess of a room.

One by one, the view is free, vivid and lifelike.

It was Zhu Yu who drew them, and he drew them just like him, so he... is nothing special, he is still a substitute, but he has spent 5000 years more day and night with these portraits that were painted overnight.

If he could give himself and Zhuyu another chance, maybe he would understand that the Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva in the works of the devil is his painting.

He is no different from him, but the 5000 years of being together day and night cannot be erased.

Standing together through thick and thin, sharing joys and sorrows, the sun rises and the moon sets for five thousand years, even a stone will be moved.

Before Zhu Yu could fully understand his true heart, "Guan Shiyin" cut off the only bond between them with his own hands.

Turn into thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, sun, moon and stars, all things in the world, and refuse to meet him again!

"Ayin—" the demon lord roared, the sound shook all directions, the heavy rain poured down, and smoke came out in an instant, and he was the only one in the world to hear his mournful cries.

He entered his husband and wife palace in the Purple Mansion, went deep into the sea of ​​knowledge, and got to know his true heart.

He loves him, and the world can learn from it.

That kind of love was surging, he was surrounded by groups as soon as he entered, the sea of ​​consciousness was full of those lingering Spring Festival nights, the sadness of missing the king, the deep love never diminished, no matter how he treated him.

Zhu Yu couldn't think at that moment, couldn't accept it for a while, he hurriedly retreated, left him and went back to the Modron, and then played night after night to drink away his worries, his mind was full of the 5000 years they spent together day and night.

He was filled with resentment, and picked up a brush to paint. What he wanted to paint was Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, but no matter how hard he tried to recall, what he drew was him, and he was the only one he could remember!

He painted day and night, and the portraits fell in every corner of the house, layer after layer.

He didn't want to admit that he fell in love with him, maybe, from the beginning to the end, what he waited for and loved was only him...

Bamboo blooms and sets seeds only once in its lifetime.

Seed chasing souls!

Tens of thousands of bamboo stalks rushed out of the ground and flew into the sky, through the pouring rain, looking for the little remaining breath in the rain and fog, which was his A Yin...

Bamboo flowers are all over the sky, like dandelions blown away by the wind. The pollen sacs open and close, and the stamens spit out filaments. The number is immeasurable, as if they are going to destroy the sky and the earth, floating in the wind between the sky and the earth.

As long as his seeding speed can surpass the speed of Guanyin's ashes and smoke, he can save some remnant souls...

The small bamboo shoots were conceived in a faint golden light, which was the little remnant soul that Zhu Yu tried his best to catch up to.

It was their child, so he regarded it as a treasure, and since then retired from the Three Realms, no one knows the whereabouts of the former demon lord.

In fact, Zhu Yu didn't want Tuanzi to be born, because when Tuanzi came into the world, it was the time when Guan Yin's only remnant soul left in this world completely disappeared.

So he carefully nurtured them, using his own blood, one more day is one day...

He deliberately slowed down, accurately counting the time, while loving them, while searching for rare treasures in the world to make one after another beautiful heart clothes for Guan Yin.

For 5 years, he went up the mountain of swords and went down into the sea of ​​fire, making tens of thousands of beautiful bellybands, but none of them were given away...

The golden light that gave birth to the dumplings was getting dimmer, and it would disappear completely within a month, and Zhu Yu became more and more anxious and irritable.

His Ayin is leaving, and this time he will never come back after leaving......

"Ayin...Ayin..." I don't know when, the three worlds have changed again, and the mountains will shake from time to time, as if someone is crying or screaming.

For 6 years, the god emperor was born at night, and the sky shines brilliantly, and the lucky stars shine brightly.

The last bit of golden light also disappeared, turning into thousands of light spots and melting between the sky and the earth, maybe that mountain is his Ayin, maybe that sea is his Ayin, his Ayin has nowhere to go not there.

Xiaotuanzi is so talented that he can walk on the ground by himself after lying in Zhu Yu's arms for one night.

Zhu Yu set up a clothes tomb for Guan Yin, and buried in it the heart clothes he had made for Guan Yin one by one over the past 6 years.

There is a lotus pond next to the tomb, surrounded by a sea of ​​bamboos, Jin Yu guards the tomb, and trespassers will die without a burial!

"Father, don't be sad..." Zeye squatted aside and secretly looked at the sad father who had been standing in front of the tomb all day, and said cautiously, "The seeds of the dumplings have been planted, and they will be ready when the flowers bloom in the spring next year." Auntie is out!"

The little man's words finally made Zhu Yu with disheveled hair react a little bit, he slowly raised his head, and impatiently pulled a wry smile at his son, dropped his palm, and gently rubbed his son's hair.

"Daddy, is Mommy sleeping in there? Then why doesn't he come out? It's so dark!"

wry smile.

Zeye blinked, seeing his father in samadhi again, he got up and patted his butt to one side, and went to play with Jin Jie embarrassingly.

Zhu Yu gave himself 1000 years, and suddenly one day he regained his strength, went to heaven and earth, and taught him all he had learned throughout his life.

I don't know when it started, but Ze Ye was not the child who could talk in a baby voice, nor did she shed a single tear, nor pestered Zhu Yu for a hug.

He practiced from morning to night, day and night, and if there was anything that did not conform to the devil's will, he would be punished with life rather than death.

His heart began to become cold and hard, and he would not be disturbed in the face of any test. Similarly, he would not be surprised by anyone or anything. expression.

Zhuyu has not talked with him since he was a hundred years old, except training is training, he wants their children to become strong and invincible in this world...

After [-] years of calamity, Zhu Yu watched the tuanzi thunder and thunder, and almost couldn't bear it, just disappeared in front of his eyes.

His fists were clenched tightly, he was actually more scared and worried than anyone else, but the indifference on his face deceived everyone, including Ze Ye.

The little man was hurt, and it was his father's indifference and ruthlessness that hurt him and made him survive the last moment of suffering.

Drenched in blood, he fell there dying, but his father did not come to take pity on him, and let him be exposed to the cold wind and rain, lying on the ground all night.

After sleeping all night and being sick for a month, Xiao Tuanzi, who was burnt out, finally broke out, crying for A Niang in his dream, venting his feelings indiscriminately, saying over and over again that he didn't like his cold father, that he hated him. Father, he will continue to plant the seeds. Sooner or later, A Niang will be planted by him!

Zhu Yu carefully served Tuanzi without pretending to be someone else's hand, his heart still hurts, but there is no longer any unnecessary expression on his face.

Under the oil lamp, he carefully looked at his son, a little doll with red lips and white teeth, so handsome, as good-looking as his aunt...

Ah Yin, Ah Yin...

Our dumpling is already five hundred years old......

He is very smart and excellent. I know he hopes that I can praise him. Although I don't say it, I already agree that our son is very good!

I hope that he will seal his heart and never love, and wake up so that one day he will follow in the footsteps of you and me, and life would be worse than death......

Zhuyu stood by Tuanzi's side day and night, giving him the deepest paternal love, he thought, this was the last time he would do this......

Under Zhu Yu's careful care, Tuanzi gradually recovered. His consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes confused, and finally he woke up completely after one month.

He had a dream.

There is a father and a mother, and they are here, in the purple bamboo forest of Putuo Mountain in the South China Sea.

Dad's eyes were covered by a piece of red cloth, he and A Niang were walking through the bamboo forest, when Dad came to catch them, they laughed and dodged back and forth.

This is the first time he has seen A Niang's appearance clearly, she is slender and white, beautiful and dignified, with sky/clothes and Ying Luo, colorful and colorful headdresses.

He smiled at him, he stretched out his hand to him, Tuanzi blinked and hesitated for a while, then happily ran towards his mother, and threw himself into his arms, smiling all over his face.

They are the happiest family of three. Watching the sunrise and sunset, the silhouette of happiness is just frozen, as if frozen in time, and everything is sealed.

father......

Open your eyes, people are gone!

Zeye searched all over the purple bamboo forest of Putuo Mountain in the South China Sea, but he couldn't find even a single person. His father was gone!

He stayed in front of A Niang's tomb for three days and two nights, but his father... still had no news from him!

Gradually, Tuanzi realized that he was finally abandoned.

Zhu Yu didn't leave a single word, only a "magic pen" lying alone on the stone table, which was the only gift he received from his father in this life!

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I wish you all a healthy Dragon Boat Festival!