The road got longer and longer, as if there was no end in sight. Sometimes Shen Jue would stop a little, raise his head to look around, and after reading it, he was basically certain that he had walked past this place. Although the footprints have long disappeared, the changes in scenery and objects are not significant, but sometimes, walking is like walking through vicissitudes. Obviously this place is a large area of ​​uninhabited mountains and forests, but now a road has been opened up, there is a restaurant market, and people come and go.

He looked at it, lowered his head again, and continued to walk forward. Dressed in a simple Tsing Yi dress, walking with a gray bag on his back, he looked like an ordinary passerby. Only hawkers who were squatting on the ground selling goods and looking for buyers could notice him.

He has a handsome face.

Different from Yimo's handsomeness, the lines of his outline are more cold and hard, so his facial features are very strong and strong, and his body is tall and sturdy. If he is willing to raise his head and his eyes are more agile, he can attract many people. attention. But he never looked up. As if walking just for the sake of walking, his eyes are lowered and his expression is flat. The eyes are also light, not calm and calm, but to a bleak point. Like a puppet whose soul has been taken away, the marching underfoot is just marching.

The hawker looked at him twice and stopped paying attention. Some people were not buyers at first sight, and he needed to support his family, so he had no time to waste time on such people. He didn't look a third time, so he didn't realize that this indifferent traveler moved to the far city tower in the blink of an eye after he looked away. Then he went to a distance he could not see.

In the past, when he was young and cared for by his family, he was always greedy for the beauty of the world, he loved to talk and laugh, and he would also be willful and mischievous. Even in the years when he only went back once a year, he didn't seem to have grown up much. When he got home, he was very noisy, telling anecdotes along the way. During the New Year's Eve vigil, he would sit by the fire and sing loudly. Listen to the tunes that you have heard to your parents. Sometimes he deliberately sang in a desolate tone, and the tune went somewhere, so he happily watched Liu Yanxiao fall in front of Yimo, pressing his stomach with one hand and wiping the tears from the laughter with the other. Yimo would also laugh, laughing and training him to be more and more disrespectful.

So noisy. Yimo said, you've made all the yellow birds that I keep quarreled to death. ——In fact, it was due to his own carelessness, Dong Ye forgot to take it back, and froze to death.

So he ran a long way for these words, and when he came back the next winter, he took out the most beautiful yellow bird he could find and sang the best to him. That yellow bird, Yimo, has been raised all the time, and it has never gotten sick or suffered disasters until it died of natural causes and was buried in the sea of ​​flowers.

He used to be so loud.

Since there was another tomb on Luofu Mountain, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he never opened it except for drinking water.

The longer he walks, the more profound his cultivation will be. After he can finally absorb the dew full of spiritual energy before the dawn, he doesn't even need to drink the water in the world. His lips pursed into a line for a long time.

He walked like this, beside him there were the noisy crowd, the tall green hills, the silent walls, or the barking village, these images kept going backwards and circling. Every time he wanders, there are some subtle changes. However, nothing can fall into his eyes. He is just an endless traveler, passing through the green willows and pinks in the tossing world, passing through the wasted life of strangers.

After walking through a large area of ​​silent wilderness, you are faced with another tower. Shen Jue walked in, lowered his eyes and lowered his head.

Crossing the avenue, crossing the alley, and in front of the crowded market, he kept walking until he caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye and suddenly stopped.

"Does this master like it?" Seeing the business coming to the door, the smiling hawker hurriedly picked up his goods and handed them to the customer, and said, "This is a new product from Gengqing Kiln this year, look at this tire. The body is thin and moist, look at this glaze, look at this color, all of them are meticulously crafted, look at this lotus seat below..."

The hawker clearly saw the guest's lips move, and immediately fell silent, waiting for someone to speak.

Then the man pointed and said, "I want these three."

His voice was terrifyingly hoarse, like a voice that could only be made by a voice devastated by charcoal fire. The peddler jumped in surprise, and after a while, he came back to his senses, and quickly wrapped up those mud tires and decorated them.

Shen Jue put down the broken silver and thanked him, then turned and left with the porcelain in his hands. The peddler held the silver and stared blankly at his back, thinking about how someone with such a terrifying voice would have anything to do with these gadgets sold to children. Although the sound is a bit harsher, he is unusual in length, and he has a lot of money. think he bought it for his own children, but he is a very good person.

The hawker collected the money, and grinned happily at the price of ten copper coins.

Shen Jue walked for a while, walked out of the city gate and walked into a wild forest before stopping. Unlike usual, he did not practice immediately, but sat cross-legged on the ground and opened the package he just bought. Inside are three small china objects, a sleepy china doll, a china fox, and a little china dog.

He held the three pieces of porcelain in his palm and looked at it again and again, and then he untied his burden and took out another piece of porcelain from the inside. It was a small fat dog, with thick and simple workmanship. There is no such porcelain anymore.

Shen Jue held the clumsy puppy and looked at the dexterous puppy with a thin carcass, thinking that she really couldn't go back.

He has nowhere to go.

The sadness came suddenly, and he couldn't contain it. At the fat and lazy clay doll, Shen Jue choked and whispered, "I miss you."

After years of silence, his voice lost its clear original tone, and his voice became so unpleasant. After taking the cry, like a wandering soul crawling out in the middle of the night, the sound is a whimper to the world.