Life is long, indeed long. For Anu, there is no longer the problem of longevity, this long life has no boundaries.
This life is long and tiring, but Anu always shows the most beautiful side in front of men.
When she dances, her eyes are always like silk, intentionally or unintentionally falling on the man who is looking at her.
Shyness and teasing will always make those men think that this is a glance at their favorite. Her gaze can always capture the hearts of many men.
The mist is like the spring breeze, a woman's most powerful weapon. Who can not fall? Who can not bow down?
Anu dressed up carefully, her eyes were rippled with water, and she was shocked by the water of the river when she smiled. Perhaps these ripples were the woman's heartache for many years.
She felt tired. She had loved many people before. But she still knew that these were just her wishful thinking. She thought that with that person, she would get the love that Anu had.
The sun is warm, the clouds are white and blue, and the fragrance of flowers comes in the tornado. They wander freely, but in the end they are beaten and buried by the waves of the torrent.
In the last parting river, she once again saw the falling flowers with love and the flowing water with no intention. At this moment, she finally understood that all of this was really wishful thinking.
The woman woke up, and she was Anu again. She was herself again, but she was not herself again.
This woman was covered with wounds. No one forced her to do this, and no one forced her to miss that person. For many years, this was her own passion.
She has become, her ethereal spirit is no longer there. The clear lotus that is clear but not demonic has begun to rot many years ago, and now it is even more complete.
All this is awakened.
When the dream first started, it was still the scholar who was riding a small boat, riding the wind and waves.
Chu Cheng knew that it would be difficult for Anu and Cangdao to meet again. The woman who ran in the wind in the past would never come back. She was no longer the woman who thought about love again, like a clear lotus emerging from the mud without being stained.
The man was riding a boat in the river, and the woman was rushing towards the wind. The man's words were no longer spoken, as if everything had changed.
The picture has also been stained by the dust of the years. But all of this has changed, and every dust is a precipitated memory, and every dust is heavier than Mount Tai.
This is a woman's grief. After all, Anu is not as good as Anu. Even if you try to imitate her every move, demeanor, and demeanor, you will not become the person who is willing to let Cangdao voluntarily become
Anu, the prisoner of love.
Because she had only met Anu once, and she was already very ill at that time, and there was no trace of her. She just imitated the stories she heard from the man and the love affair between him and Anu.
If you haven’t seen it, no matter how you imitate it, you won’t be able to become the real Anu.
Drinkers sang and rejoiced year after year, and mortals lived for hundreds of years. She stayed there for eternity, and finally came to an end.
She came here and wanted to forget her past life. But there was no Meng Po Tang or Forgetting Water in the world.
Just like this river, the more she wanted to be quiet, the more she couldn't escape the ripples. She wanted to forget that person, but the pain became heavier.
In the end, I found that this obsession was getting deeper and deeper, and in the end, it was already crazy.
The person who likes flowers to bloom the most is also the most afraid of them falling. The person who loves deeply is also the most afraid that the person she loves will stay away from her.
So she condensed a state of knowledge with her thoughts. Only in this way, her favorite flowers would not wither, and she could be intoxicated by the fragrance of the flowers, and would no longer be sad because of the flowers falling.
Likewise, that person is not far away, but very close at hand.
There were countless men. The corpses of the men who once loved her and were obsessed with her were all gathered here by her. A realm where only he and she existed appeared in this world.
No one knows, no one can enter. If someone does this unintentionally, they are like those men, who will eventually be seduced by the woman, and be called Cangdao by her. One after another living Cangdao, in the gentle countryside
Stay here forever.
In the river, the man finally arrived on the other side in a boat. However, the woman did not step on the river to meet him.
In a daze, Chu Cheng saw the beautiful woman coming in front of him.
"When you fall in love with someone too deeply, it is no longer love. Love cannot bring me back, and love cannot be redeemed. The two ends of this long life are really helpless."
"In the fragrant boudoir, although there is agarwood mattress to warm me, I still feel uneasy and feel the coldness to my bones. What I know, in fact, I have always known. To me, this love, love, is like a shadow, and it is hard to find.
So in the end, I don’t want to deceive myself anymore.”
"When love dies, it returns to the end. The past has never been forgotten, but it has finally been erased in these years. However, I can never look back. The dreams I had back then have become empty, and I have also
Become evil."
"I have never made any mistakes due to worldly love affairs and marriage. So, all of this has become a fantasy. This mirror of knowledge arises from fantasy. This state of knowledge is that I have transformed from the Supreme Spirit into the five aggregates. When fantasy
The new land gradually fades away, and what should pass away will also pass away, and I will no longer be persistent. Seeing each other, it is better not to get together."
"In the end, in a far-reaching place where he could not be seen, he became a morning cloud, and the evil body and soul dispersed in the vast vastness. From then on, it was difficult to reunite, leaving only a spiritual body of the past, and this scene of the past, which made me helpless.
Love passes away."
There was another moment of trance, and the figure of the woman was no longer in Chu Cheng's eyes.
He lowered his head and saw his hands.
These are a pair of hands as smooth as grease, and these are not his hands.
There was only one voice in my mind, still ethereal and long.
"Please erase the last thoughts in my heart, and then I will completely forget him."
"Finally, if I meet him in the future, please tell me a message. I have never held any grudge against him."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Cheng saw his hands stretching forward, and the formation of heaven and earth, the man in the boat, and the river disappeared in an instant.
The crystal stone also collapsed instantly after the scene dissipated.
"Death under the peony flowers, it is also romantic to be a ghost." Master Jian didn't know what to say. He knew that the men who had had a good night with this woman were all dead. It did not follow the four words of birth, old age, illness and death, but died in the woman's body.
in hand.
"Promise is a matter of two people, but only one person is enough to betray it. Perhaps, that Cangdao did not return for a long time due to other reasons, or perhaps he died in the hands of the higher-level ghost and immortal. Then there was no news.
.failed to keep this promise.”
This woman is the number one god in all the worlds, but she had a miserable life and did not end well. But in the end, she still retained some good thoughts and did not want to make her mistakes worse.
(I’m taking a monthly leave. I’ve had a bad cold in the past few days. I’m out of shape and it’s hard to write. I’m going to get an IV drip. My health and life are important.)