【Yi Tian and Ren Minruo】Floating Life

Life is like a journey against the road, and anyone is also a pedestrian.

If I wasn't Princess Shaomin, but just an ordinary girl, would you treat me better...

If I hadn't succeeded as the head of Emei, and hadn't practiced the Nine Yin Manual, would you let me win once...

...

For the end, time fireworks are not eternal.

For the rest of my life, waiting is a deception when tears are exhausted.

"This benefactor, please stop." The nun who passed by Zhao Min glanced at her, and suddenly said a heavy sentence unconsciously.

Wen Yin, Zhao Min was at a loss for a moment, stopped and looked at her, only to see that person smiled faintly, lowered his head and muttered: "Benefactor, you seem to be someone the poor nun knows."

"Me?" Zhao Min pointed at herself, a little dazed, then she brushed away the dust in her eyes, and asked softly with an inaudible smile: "I don't know what the teacher means?"

It has been more than ten years since that person left. Over the years, she has traveled alone in the rivers and lakes, and she has met countless people. If it is a one-time relationship, she would say that she knew her, and I don't know how many fingers it would take to count.

At this moment, she doesn't know what's wrong with herself, the person in front of her is very unfamiliar, but she still vaguely feels that when the teacher looks at her, she looks very much like that person's gentle eyes like water.

"Amitabha, benefactor" the teacher called her softly, and after a moment of silence, she opened her mouth and said: "The karma arises and the karma ends, the almsgiver and her are indeed destined to have nothing to do with each other."

Zhao Min's eyebrows were raised, she didn't speak, she just watched quietly as the teacher took off the burden on her shoulders, then untied it, and took out the oldest one from the many calligraphy and paintings inside, and handed it to her.

"This is?" Zhao Min took the painting, looked curiously at the man in cassock, and asked.

"The benefactor may wish to open it and have a look." After listening to the teacher's words, Zhao Min nodded brightly, and then slowly unfolded the painting. With a glance, her heart couldn't help trembling.

People in the world are in a hurry, and most encounters are difficult to start and end.

Now, the face of the person in the painting is as bright as jade, eyes as clear as water, wearing a bright silk shirt, holding a white jade folding fan in his hand, the tenderness of the daughter's family is less in the eyebrows and eyes, and it is more handsome and heroic.

"Did she draw it?" Zhao Min stroked the above poem [If life is only as it was first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan] with a pair of clear bones, and moved it cautiously, and finally stopped at the bottom corner of the word [ Minmin].

When I met her when I was a child, I only knew her surname was Zhou.

When I saw her when I was young, I knew that the orchid flower in the dew was called Zhiruo.

And the person in the painting is what he looked like when he was disguised as a man.

Perhaps the most beautiful meeting, the ending is the saddest...

Otherwise, why when that person was married to Zhang Wuji and asked her if she liked her, she just replied (never) very lightly.

But now?

"This painting is a relic of Zhou's benefactor. It was accidentally picked up by a poor nun many years ago. Now it is time to return it to its original owner"

Time flies and changes, and time washes away the torrent. Every time those two words come, it seems like lightning flashes and thunders in her mind, but from now on she will wake up gracefully.

Because the real answer Zhou Zhiruo gave herself was this painting.

"Thank you, Mrs." Zhao Min paused a bit strangely, thought for a moment, and then frowned, "By the way, who are you, Mrs?"

People in the world say that if there is a cause, there must be an effect, and everything is definite.

The teacher did not answer immediately, but looked at Zhao Min with a smile, and left a sentence: "The poor nun is the extraditionist and the matchmaker" and then disappeared from Zhao Min's sight in a blink of an eye.

The person who stayed in the same place did not catch up, she let the cold wind blowing slowly turn a few angles, and sent the solitude in the vast world to her, and then tears burst into her eyes, but she didn't feel sad at all .

Just lamenting that things are right and people are wrong, understanding is always too late...

She wears the twilight, walks the hills, looks at the sea of ​​clouds, walks in a wisp of smoke, gets lost in it, passes through the world of everyone, but can't find you alone.

Let her call out:

——Sister Zhou

...

[You come and go at my place, it's up to you how much I respect you, you want to take my people away, but you don't come to tell me]

There are still whispers from the past in my ears.

[I am not your person]

A tear condensed in the corner of Zhao Min's eyes, and at the same time, her little finger curled up, as if she was having a dream that she tried her best not to wake up from.

[Miss Zhao, Miss Zhou said she would not surrender you, why do you force others to make things difficult for you, why not let her go]

A person will probably meet two people in this life, one who amazes the torrent of time when your years are like water, and the other who softens the changes of time when you are confused and melancholy.

But the two she met were the same person, so she had to force it.

"I don't allow"

The person who woke up with the sound suddenly felt a drizzle of rain in his eyes and heart, and he didn't dare to be too ostentatious, and he didn't dare to be too blatant to disturb the tranquility of the night.

Just because many old people have stepped into her dreamland, whether it is she loved, hated, resented, owed her, or the people she owed, thousands of horses and horses have gone through in her mind, but there is no one. her figure.

Now she can't wait to find her again, how can she dare to speak too much and scare away all the memories.

——The deepest love is that after we leave, you and I are still closely related

......

How good would it be if life was just like the first time you saw it...

On the second day, after she packed her luggage at the inn, she embarked on a journey alone again.

With every step you take, there will be an illusion of a world away.

"What's wrong with you? Wake up quickly"

She has been a narrow-minded ghost in the eyes of others since she was a child, and she was born with a playful and coquettish look. The last thing she likes is staying in Yuandadu.

At that time, I was about eight or nine years old. I sneaked out without telling my father and elder brother. The first destination of my wanderings was to go to the Central Plains to see the spring breeze and the drizzle.

But because she was wearing Mongolian clothes, a dude came out of nowhere and said that Song and Yuan were incompatible, and that she was a witch, causing her to stutter all the way and be hunted down.

She always remembered that day, when her right arm was accidentally cut. Although she was considered an outstanding martial artist and quite talented in martial arts, her two fists could hardly match her four hands.

Therefore, she not only had to cover the wound to prevent excessive blood loss, but also avoided those who pretended to be decent and said that they were talking about demon sects, and the witches and women could be punished if they got it.

Later, when I ran to a reed field, I couldn't bear the dizziness any more, and passed out in it. During this period, the girl's tender voice faintly came from my ears, calling her constantly.

Later, she didn't know how she got into a room, but she just saw a beautiful figure beside her, and at that glance, it was as if a trickling warm current flowed through her heart, moistening the vague tenderness in her memory.

After being taken care of by the girl for a few days, her injury also improved quite a bit. When the person left without a sound, she couldn't be found without even asking her name.

She only remembered that there was a lot of first snow on the day of her departure, and the warm sun in the cold winter months was gone, only a gust of cold wind brought a handkerchief to her.

The top-quality materials, the top-quality needlework, and the lifelike orchid flowers on it, are well-known.

--week

The delicate small characters are engraved in my heart from here.

There is always a constant relationship in the ups and downs of life and death, and the cause and effect of the world will also take root.

Maybe you and I will have endless kalpas no matter in the past, now or in the future.

I only hope that the breeze is affectionate, the starry sky can be seen, and if a person is affectionate, it is better than eternity.