The crimson back gradually faded away, and Shen Changan sighed faintly in his heart.The only clue is broken like this, is it possible that he can really only rely on dreams to recall the past little by little in the future?
What is that memory that I am missing......
What the hell is going on......
Jiang Yu watched Zhi Yan's back leave, and the tide in his ink eyes flowed, obscure.He gently pulled the hand of the villain under him and said, "Let's go." ”Shen Changan nodded, took one last look at the ancient temple where the silent bell sounded, turned around thoughtfully, and left.…… Wen Ci walked all the way back to the ancient temple steadily.The monks in the temple saluted him respectfully, and his attitude was calm and gentle, and he nodded his head one by one.It wasn't until he returned to the Chengming Hall built for him in the temple and closed the door calmly that the look in his eyes finally waved.A trace of blood-red meaning slowly emerged in the clear and clear sea in his eyes, his body was against the door in front of the hall surrounded by sunken wood Buddha incense, his amber eyes were lowered, and his eyes trembled.All the self-restraint and restraint were shattered after seeing her, and the heart that had been raised by the Buddha's incense for thousands of years was as clear as the green light of the Buddha hall, but in the end it still couldn't avoid a Shen Chang'an.Every time.He slowly closed his eyes.After calming down for a long time, he walked over to the bookshelf.After pushing open the two layers of bookshelves, a small but delicate secret room comes into view.In the secret room, a withered oil lamp slowly burned.The room was empty, with only a few bamboo slips and a simple painting case.Countless pieces of paper are stacked on top of the painting case, and the paper has gradually transitioned from the withered yellow of the years to the recent whiteness, which is a foot high.He slowly opened the bamboo slip, a cup of cold tea opened the ink, and with a light movement of his wrist, a few strong and powerful words jumped on."
Life is not like a participant."
This sentence was densely packed on the bamboo slips, but after he wrote it down at this time, he didn't have the strength to write it a second time.His wrist shook slightly, and he trembled with the tip of the pen.The ink slowly slipped off the tip of the pen and dripped onto the bamboo slips, wetting away the signs of disharmony.As soon as his wrist loosened, the pen fell from his hand, and the splash of ink stained his clean robe.He sighed softly, walked to the side of the painting, and picked up a stack of paintings and held it up to his chest to look at.The painting paper is dry and brittle, and the Danqing Gongbi on the paper is fresh, which has the inheritance of the ink style of the great painter Luo Yi in the previous dynasty.It's just that Luo Yi is good at drawing animals and water birds, and on these drawing papers, each one is a person.It's all a little doll with a delicate face.There are twelve or thirteen-year-old delicate and naughty appearance, and there are thirteen or fourteen-year-old calm and intelligent standing in the court, and there are even a few occasional daughters' appearances.That little face has taken off its childishness, its apricot eyes are watery, its jaw is slightly pointed, and its red lips are like blood.The painting came to an abrupt end, and the woman was still in the painting, but her face was desperate and frightened, her face was full of tears, and she knelt in the long hall and lost her soul.Wen Ci's hand suddenly froze, he closed his eyes, and there was a sudden pain in his heart, and he couldn't bear to look at it anymore.He slowly put the painting on the desk, the door of the secret room was not closed, and the wind through the hall slowly spread into the inner room, stirring the corners of the scroll on the case.In several of the paintings, the woman is next to a man with a long figure and an unfilled face.Wen Ci turned his back, and the light and shadow reflected on the wall, and the figure of the person in the painting ......
There are some similarities.After being reborn, I became Shousuke's favorite