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Chu Yuan was wandering in the street with Shi Jian's face on his face - just because he couldn't remember what other people looked like at once, and he didn't want to go out with an ugly face to embarrass others - anyway, no one knew Shi Jian, but everyone knew himself , even his god statues are □ share images with himself.Now that he is returning home with honor, everyone must be looking at himself, and no one pays attention to Shi Jian.

very nice.

He was carrying a sour, broken fan, which he had just bought at a play store over there.There are a few sour poems mentioned above, which are very artistic.Walking in the street market he was familiar with, he found that the changes were not as great as he had imagined, and he suddenly felt a little relieved.

At least what I am familiar with has always been there and has not changed.

But...has nothing really changed?

He turned into a restaurant.It was meal time, and there were no empty seats inside.Had to wait in line for a while, and then waited for a table on the second floor to retreat—the tall man simply broke out of the window, shouted something, and went after the target.Everyone was not surprised, and shouted hello to the hero. In the midst of the excitement, Chu Yuan jumped up to the second floor.Xiaoer hurriedly came to close the station, and asked him with a smile while cleaning the table: "What would you like, sir? Our shop is most famous for the Yulu drops that Mr. Qianqing loved to drink. You can also drink other things if you want-oh and Dishes! You can’t find anything better than our restaurant in the entire capital..."

Chuyuan's brows were curved: "I want Yulu drops! Bring me a few more jars, and some more food and drink, both meat and vegetables!"

"Okay, be objective! Just wait, I'll be here in a while!"

Chu Yuan was in a good mood.It was getting dark outside, and someone could be seen on the observation platform climbing up to equip fireworks.The observation platform is the tallest and most row-like building in the entire capital. Once the observation platform is set up, there must be something to celebrate.

He lifted his chin and looked out the window, pecking at the wine in the bowl one by one, trying to find the bewildered feeling of being slightly drunk.The food he ordered was served quickly, but he suddenly lost his appetite. He turned over the chopsticks twice, picked them up and put them in his mouth at random.

It tasted good, but he didn't want to eat it that much.

Shi Jian was thrown at home by him.Sneaked out by himself and didn't leave him a meal... Oh forgot, God won't be hungry.

In Chuyuan's cognition, he is still Jiang Shensi as a mortal, an unknown little scholar, so ordinary that he can't find any bright spots, but he can be content with being ordinary.Even if they can't be glorious, at least they can be like ordinary people, marry a wife, have a baby, take good care of their mother, raise their children, and live happily ever after.

It's not that he doesn't seek to make progress, he just knows what he wants and feels life in the maximum freedom.

But right now, these things made him see and think a lot, but he found that he was no longer as happy as before.It seems that such an identity allows him to carry the whole world.No one forced him, but he decided on his own, and he should be like this.

Save those ordinary people who are caught in war, wake up a person who pretends to be asleep, and save a country like a floating gold bubble.

The world is impermanent...

He just drinks when he's thinking about his thoughts, but he won't do that if he eats two more peanuts.The moon and stars hang high in the clear sky at night, and it is already quite lively outside.The fireworks on the Moon Tower have been set off, and the priests of the temple are sitting on the floats headed by them, chanting the sacrificial mantras and walking through the streets and alleys, and the river lanterns carrying people's wishes are floating on the river and flowing along the water. Most of the final destination may be on the bookshelf of the Chuyuan Immortal Mansion.

Chu Yuan didn't think about these things, and swayed at the head of the bridge with a jar of wine. The buildings in the distance, the water, the moon, all merged into one, turning into a golden flower.

"Floating light and horizontal waves, looking far away, the sky is full of sky. If the clouds are still flowing with the water, I don't know where to catch them."

He can't memorize things well, but his creative ability is fair. In the past, he was criticized countless times by his teacher for writing articles because he was too unconstrained, but he still refused to write according to the format.That's really boring.

He had a great time creating and drinking with his head raised.Just like the ancients, drinking, writing poems, and having fun.Putting aside everything from being a hero to being a hero or saving the common people in the world!Let him go!Never mind!

There is so much suffering in life, why bother to dwell on it.Birth, old age, sickness and death are all human beings. If you don't experience it, how can you be considered a complete person?

Could it be that he is still like those gods in Shijian?Ruthless and desireless, even life and death?

"Time Book? Hmph."

The Shijian read the book that was being talked about, but didn't read it at all.Holding a famous masterpiece of the ancients in his hand, he tried to learn more and understand his thoughts, so as to explain his sudden feeling in the evening.But because he didn't know what he was worried about, he didn't read a word.

Only the small complaint that Chuyuan marked on the side of the article fell into his eyes and could not come out.

"People slowly forget the memorization, I'm afraid I drank Mengpo soup after memorization."

The little silver needle on the compass turned to Xu time, but Chu Yuan had not yet returned.

Except for such a long time... After Chuyuan ascended, Shijian rarely was uncertain of Chuyuan's position for such a long time.

Chuyuan's life pattern is quite simple, he either sleeps in the house, or fiddles with his flowers and plants in the yard; on rare occasions, he might pack up and go out like a dog, or go to the study to read a book more diligently.

Lazy most of the time.Too lazy to straighten his clothes, he may still have a grass in his mouth, he doesn't look like a fairy.

Although it is said that the way of heaven does not stipulate what a god must look like.

Shi Jian raised his head and looked out of the window. The dim light made him unaccustomed to the darkness in the courtyard. After staring for a long time, he finally saw the broken bamboo basket in the corner.After a while, he blew out the lamp, took a coat and went out.

I don't know what happened outside, it was very lively, and no one wandered around Chuyuan's house, so he went out very smoothly.He followed the dense crowd to the street, looked around, hoping to see Chu Yuan's figure at the next glance - but he didn't.

In this kind of lively joy, he felt that the way he was looking for alone made that feeling stronger.

Something was about to come out, but he couldn't even name it.

I can't say it, I just feel that I can't explain it.

God is not sick, even if he is injured, he will recover after a little recuperation.No illness or injury, but he couldn't see Chu Yuan, which was enough to make him panic.He squeezed the robe in his hand tightly, and spread his consciousness to search for the aura of Chuyuan.But he forgot the spell he used on Chuyuan during the day, he couldn't feel it.

Shi Jian had a lingering thought in his trance: I lost him again.Since he doesn't want to see me again, why should I bother?

He stayed where he was for a while, refusing to take a step forward.This idea didn't seem to come out suddenly, it seemed to have been brewing in my heart for a long time.He once firmly believed that he would not lose Chuyuan, no matter where he was, he would find him.

But now...

Shi Jian turned his head abruptly, and suddenly saw a familiar but unfamiliar face at the end of the bridge over there.

It is impossible for someone in the world to look exactly like someone else!Shi Jian firmly believed that it was his own face, and would use his face to wander around outside, only Chu Yuan could do such a thing!

Chu Yuan was still standing at the head of the bridge, staggering.The arched bridge was raised high, and this person seemed to be flying, and he was about to dance on the railing after reciting a poem.He was very drunk, and the wine in the altar was made by his own illusion so that he could never drink it up-he had already drunk it, but he couldn't tell whether it was drunk or someone was drunk.

Suddenly a firework rose high into the sky and exploded—it was Haishi.Followed by meteor retrograde fireworks.The pedestrians all stopped and stared, the children, the young men and women in love, and even the lights in the river seemed to have stopped.In the celebration of the descending of the gods, everyone is feeling the gift and blessing of the gods—even if this person is drunk without knowing it.

"The bright flowers are exhausted, and when they reopen." Chu Yuan muttered casually, and stared at the one that exploded in the sky.

What a beautiful scenery.

Looking at Shi Jian from a distance, he suddenly felt that Chu Yuan really belonged to this piece of human fireworks.

It seems to be very close, and it seems to be far away from oneself-but in fact, it has never left.

A round of fireworks passed.Chu Yuan had seen enough, his brain soaked in alcohol couldn't control his hands and feet.He leaned on the railing with his back turned, and when he was about to slide down like this, someone grabbed his arm suddenly.The man was so strong that he supported him with one hand, while the other hand spread out his clothes and put them on his shoulders.

Chu Yuan gathered the robe that was about to slide off and stood up, then turned his head and glanced at the person who came, it was Shi Jian.He even forgot that he was still arguing with Shi Jian, and smiled foolishly "hehe", completely not intending to save face for Shi Jian's face.

"Are you using my face to spill wine?" Shi Jian wanted to choke him.Who would have thought that Chu Yuan smirked twice: "It looks good."

Looking closely, Chu Yuan's imitation is indeed seamless, even the subtle lines on Shi Jian's face are clearly imitated, which makes people misunderstand that he is familiar with Shi Jian's face.Shi Jian was moved by this thought, looked away inexplicably in a panic, and coughed twice: "Stand up, don't fall over."

"I stand very straight." Chu Yuan said, leaning half on Shi Jian's shoulder and half leaning on the bridge railing.

"No."

"You are standing crooked!"

"No."

Shijian didn't know how to speak to a drunk man at all, and as usual he spoke against him, and the communication became very troublesome.In short, it was half-dragged and half-dragged for Chuyuan to bring it home, and he threw it on the bed for Chuyuan, and brought a washbasin and towel to wipe it for him.Reaching out to take off his clothes, Chu Yuan clasped his hands to his chest.

Chu Yuan stared at him blankly, his eyes so clear that it almost made people think he was pretending to be drunk: "You are really plotting something wrong."

Shi Jian didn't know what to say.

"You can kill or cut as you please," Chu Yuan grabbed his hand and sat up, and put it on his chest. "Before I die, I will ask you, what good plans do I have?"

Shi Jian still didn't know what to say, so he pressed it back after a while: "Sleep."