Journey to Taoyuan

There is a kind of flower in Huangquan, which will turn into the appearance of a close relative or loved one, send away those who are about to be reincarnated, and end the obsession in their hearts.

But that person had nothing to worry about, and the little Bianhua didn't know what to do, so she hurriedly boarded the boat with him.

Every Bianhua flower will wither after blooming, so this little flower does not want its life to end so soon.It dances wildly in his palm, to signal that he wants someone he cares about.Holding the flower in his hand, he seemed to feel his emotions, and asked gently: "Little Hua'er, how do you know that I have nothing to worry about?"

"Everyone who goes to hell has his own flower, and this flower knows everything about him."

Xiao Hua's crisp and lovely voice came from his mind, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing.She joked, "You're so cute."

"Stop yelling, who do you care about?" Xiaohua asked.

He carefully looked at its bright red slender and coquettish petals, one petal after another, like a lotus.

"Isn't that from the time I was born, there will be an end?"

Little Hua'er was a little puzzled by Monk Zhang'er, so he had to say: "Every flower will only have life when its master goes to the underworld."

"Then aren't you a mayfly?"

"What is a mayfly?"

"Like the chilling cicada, it is short-lived and poignant. In fact, people are the same. In Bi Luo, they wither in an instant."

He was lost in thought.

"Really, I've never been out before, and I just became conscious. And I think your breath makes me so comfortable."

"is it?"

He replied lightly.

"Hmm. No, why are you chatting with me again. Hurry up, I will wither when I get to Naihe Bridge."

He thought it was a little funny, so he was not in a hurry, and slowly replied: "But in my whole life, I have never had time to love, so how can I give you an answer?"

He boasted again, "Look at me, I have traveled through the blue sky and the yellow spring, isn't it amazing..."

He suddenly widened his eyes, and a tall figure appeared in front of him, "An... An Rong?"

His black hair was hanging down, and he was wearing a white robe embroidered with pink peach blossoms, which seemed to be floating out of the clothes.There was a warm smile on his face, out of tune with the eerie surroundings.

Xiao Hua'er's last voice came from his mind, "I'm sorry, I made my own opinion. Since he is the last person you see, he will definitely care."

what……

He smiled wryly, why bother, wouldn't it be good to be your flower and accompany me all the way?

He didn't know what to say, after all, it was just parting.

"Chongguang." He was calling his name, the nice voice seemed to come from eternity, but it made his hair stand on end.

He was dumb as a whole, and stood there in a daze.

He chuckled lightly, picked up the paddle, his strong wrists protruded from the cuffs, and after glancing at him, he just walked forward.

It took him a long time before he was so frightened that he made it to the boat.This little flower is really scary.He was still in shock, but he forced himself to be optimistic.

"How did you know?"

His voice floated from the front, his heart seemed to miss half a beat, you know, you know what?He doesn't know anything.

"You call me An Rong." He reminded.

"Oh, oh." He put on a look of sudden realization, even though he didn't look back, "Your address is wrong, how can anyone call themselves old man and me at the same time? What's more, after living such an old age .”

"is it?"

His chuckle came from the front, seeming melancholy, regretful, mocking, or sad.

He also fell silent.In fact, he doesn't know why, maybe it's because he loves someone, but treats him lightly.

When the boat touched the shore, he quickly jumped off the boat and fled as if fleeing, with his lingering voice still in his ears, "Don't look back..."

It's strange to look back!

He watched him disappear, and then slowly dissipated into a spot of light.

A new flower blooms on the other side again, waiting for its master...

"Wait." Chong Guang turned his head abruptly, but was squeezed away by people chasing reincarnation from all directions. He was submerged in the crowd and couldn't see anything.

He clearly felt that he was coming.

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