[69 Book Bar - www.] The purple-black light is like a flower blooming in the mist. It blooms briefly and then quickly disappears. The purple-black Taiji Gate quickly disappears in front of you. Even Meng Po
Also disappeared suddenly.
Now Ji Yeche is the only one left here at Wangxiang Terrace, and no one else.
I believe that Xiao Ling and Xiao Qing are holding Feng Huo over at Fuyun Pond. Feng Huo probably won't be able to get away for a while. Now is the best time to figure everything out.
Ji Yeche quickly stepped onto the Wangxiang Terrace and saw a dark ancient clock hanging on the Wangxiang Terrace. The ancient bell was completely black and looked ordinary, but judging from the old scratches on it, it could be
It is guessed that this ancient clock must have experienced thousands of years and witnessed the joys and sorrows of countless ghosts who once looked at the platform.
There is a raised stone tablet next to the ancient clock. The stone tablet is also completely black, but the inscription on it is in large blood-red characters. Three words are clearly engraved on it, Wangxiangtai.
Ji Yeche gently touched the words on the Wangxiang Platform with his hand, and suddenly saw a poem flashing on it. The poem read like this:
Once you enter the gate of hell, the flowers bloom and no one knows on the other side.
The road to Huangquan is far away and I still think about it. I don’t want to leave the world to be held by love.
I sigh Naihe on the Naihe Bridge, the water of Wangchuan River is difficult to see through,
Three lives are carved on the stone. Three lives are destined. When you come to Wangxiang Terrace, you will look back.
Don’t complain that there are many hateful things in the world. Infatuation has been around since ancient times.
The wind and rain left the dream to continue the old year, and we will relive the journey of the past life in the next life.
"Relive the journey of the past life in the next life?" Ji Yeche couldn't help but sneer, "How can people who have already drank Meng Po soup relive the journey of the past life? Isn't this an idiot talking in his sleep! How can he relive it if his memory has been lost?
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While he was talking, some images couldn't help but appear on the ancient clock on the Wangxiang Terrace, and what happened to Ji Yeche when he was a child actually appeared on it.
Father Ji Hanchuan held the hand of his mother Hua Anxuan and walked together by the Qingqi Lake where thousands of flowers were in full bloom. A little boy whispered sweetly from the distance, "Dad, Mom, look at it, does it look good?"
The little boy held a large bouquet of picked wild flowers in his hand and ran towards here quickly. When he smiled, two charming little tiger teeth were exposed.
Isn't this when I was a kid? It turns out that here at Wangxiang Terrace, you can really see your past, and the things you have experienced can be easily reproduced here, as if you are experiencing them again.
The screen suddenly jumped, and I saw a little boy holding the hand of another little boy tightly, with a slight smile on his lips, "Xiao Liang, this will be your home from now on, I am your brother, and I will definitely treat you well."
Take care of you."
"Xiao Liang..." Ji Yeche couldn't help but stroke the ancient clock with his hand, and recalled the past, which used to be so sweet and happy.
It's a pity that the happiness disappeared before I could remember it. In the picture, a beautiful woman stood on the edge of the rooftop. Even though there was too much reluctance in her eyes, she still resolutely fell down like a fairy.
generally.
"Mom..." Unconsciously, his eyes were wet. Ji Yeche stretched out his hand to the ancient clock, hating his own powerlessness. He often thought about how great it would be if he had not left his mother's side that day, if he could have gone there earlier that day.
Will coming back be able to prevent this tragedy from happening?
It's a pity that life can't be repeated. The past has passed. There is no way to stop it or change it. We can only watch the tragedy in the picture be repeated.
In the picture, a man suddenly pulled the trigger, smiled miserably, and with the sound of the gunshot, he fell into a pool of blood.
Looking at everything, everything, I feel as if I am very old. After experiencing so many things, my heart is so devastated that I can still live until now.