The blood of the dust and evil in the chaotic world dyes the red lotus

Floating life is wasted, and the dream is white-headed.

Boil wine and white tea, get drunk and join hands in the end of the world.

The days when two people spend time together slide slowly, plain like a landscape painting, filled with ink and ink, dotted with memory ink dots that are fading away as time goes by, and mottled and mottled, telling the fading words of a lifetime of love.

The spring is getting farther and farther away. On this day, the warm wind and drizzle moisten the blooming prosperity of the garden for the last time.

The smell of soil soaked in the drizzle diffused, and everything became peaceful and elegant.

In the morning, Chu Dan still woke up very late. He is very weak now, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes have almost lost all their brilliance.

The current Chu Dan is really like a carved jade figure, his glamorous cheeks are still exquisite, but he has lost the vitality that ordinary people should have.

He began to gradually forget, and began to reminisce constantly. Sometimes he could freeze a certain place for an hour with his eyes slack, and kept replaying the past like smoke in his mind.

In the depths of memory, there is Cang Ye's youthful smiling face, as a young man, he spent the dark old days with him in the gloomy valley; there was Cang Ye who came back on horseback and took him far away... one after another, one by one, Sometimes clearly, sometimes vaguely played back in my mind, playing back the five-year love, playing back the sad and wasted words.

This kind of Chu Dan made Cang Ye feel so distressed that he couldn't help himself, Chu Dan's every move, every time he frowned, every time his body tensed because of the pain, every time he thought about it but failed, he could see it in his eyes, on his handsome face, with a smile Fewer and fewer.

It's just that the current him can only quietly stand by the bed, watching those eyes slowly open, lift him up, dress him, feed him, do everything for him silently, then hug him, Tell him those intermittent stories. In the story, there is him and him. There is a valley where the trees are like smoke and the mountains on both sides are dotted. ...

Speaking of the bleak autumn wind, his warm words and smile drove away the coldness of the whole garden... The cold mountain in the distance is covered with falling yellow leaves, the undulating yellow leaves, accompanied by the brilliance of the setting sun, against the His picturesque eyebrows and eyes are like a fairy in a painting...

He told him a story every day, a story that belonged only to the two of them.In the story, some are vigorous and some are as light as clear water, like the cycle of four seasons, so close, yet so far away, accompanied by Cang Ye's deep and shallow mood, powerlessly swallowing the happiness and sadness of the past.

But now, that him is hard to keep, but Cang Ye is unable to let go; the expectation is shallow, right in front of him, but happiness is getting farther and farther away...

Cang Ye walking in the darkness, every time he raised his head, he couldn't see the blue sky. The days of early sun and drizzle had already gone away, leaving Cang Ye with the deepest sadness and helplessness, alone, holding him, desperately keep...

There is no future in the future, any expectation is sustenance...

It is said that the bodhi planted in the previous life will turn into flowers in this life and bloom among lovers.Those shallow hopes are the flowers of the Cang Ye. The third Bodhisattva made his only wish in advance - to let him repay those vague vows, to accompany him for thirty thousand times, to share the world together, and to take Chu Dan to see all the mountains and rivers of his hometown. , taste the prosperity of the whole life.