Buddha, Buddha, it is difficult to help people in the world.

Disaster.

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The clear light penetrates the screen, casting the shadows of Sutang flowers outside the window into the collapse.

Qiu Bodeng turned sideways in his sleep and turned to the collapsed edge of the lacquered snail tin-drawn gold bed. A well-joined hand stretched out from the side and stopped him. Shi Wuluo leaned against the bedside screen, his face mostly hidden in the shadows, looking down at the sleeping man on his lap.

A long time ago, Qiu Bo Deng often rested directly on the branches of the hibiscus. At that time, Shi Wuluo was always worried that he would fall. As soon as he turned over, he always wanted to reach out to stop him, but he couldn't touch him. At that time, they were inseparable, as if separated by thousands of miles, so powerless.

Shi Wuluo touched the flower shadow in the corner of Qiu Bodeng's eye with his fingertips and gently traced it.

After so long, he was finally able to touch the person he wanted to touch.

The wind is light and the sun is still.

It was so quiet that the water stopped.

"Why do you want to stop the ceremony?" Shi Wuluo asked in a low voice, "Do you remember?"

Not answered.

Qiu Bodeng showed no sign of waking up, and Shi Wuluo only dared to ask when he was still awake. Sometimes, Shi Wuluo felt that he actually remembered, but sometimes he seemed to really not remember anything. Shi Wuluo hopes that he doesn't remember anything... Forgetting everything is the best.

Hope he doesn't remember anything, hope he doesn't care about anything.

Just like once hoped that he would be free from illness and disaster, and that he would be happy and happy.

"I'll take you away." Shi Wuluo said, "Take you back to the Wu clan."

No longer "want to take you away". Low and tough.

Hope is always in vain, and the failure is so terrifying that everything that is at the fingertips of that day will come to nothing. Instead of waiting for his approval, and watching the world collapse again while waiting, it is better to take him directly... Shi Wuluo's fingertips descended along the faint shadow of the sloping twigs, and when they touched the corner of his lips, they were suddenly held by someone. Living.

"Failed, do you want to skip class and skip the exam?"

Qiu Bodeng opened his eyes, and there was a little bit of broken light in his beautiful black pupils.

Shi Wu Luo did not speak, and looked at him for a while. Finally, Qiu Bodeng let go of his hand and looked away. He didn't get up, and touched the flower shadow on the edge of the bed. Shi Wuluo stretched out his hand and pulled up the slipped Jin Jin. Seeing his fingers sliding on the edge of the bed, he held his hand, making sure it wasn't as cold as the days before, and didn't let it go.

Qiu Bodeng looked up at him.

"I can't pass, but I still want to take you away." Shi Wuluo looked down at him without evading, "Flowers, trees, mountains, rivers and white stones, only if you touch them will you know what kind of feelings you have... I don't want to touch, nor Do not want to know."

I want to touch flowers, trees and birds because want to know how a person feels when they touch them. But if the person who touches everything is gone, what's the point of everything?

I don't want to touch everything.

I just want to touch you.

"I'll take you away," he said lightly and stubbornly, "I'll take you back to the Wu clan."

Chapter 81 Open the golden lock and walk away the dragon

Qiu Bodeng paused with his fingers and curled up a little.

He looked away.

Shi Wu Luo didn't speak, waiting for him to answer stubbornly.

"Someone asked me before, have you ever wondered why they took the prosperity in front of me and worked hard to spread a way to save people." The Board Lantern said slowly, "Speak me like a bodhisattva who cuts meat and feed the eagle. It's funny, I am willing to be aggrieved by the eagle, where the rotten meat is lost every day. "

Shi Wuluo held his cold and hard fingers.

"I save God, because it is too stupid, I don't like it. I save the city because I am willing to see which bastard dares to hit my head. As for the candle Laughing, "I haven't eaten it yet, where did I get those ghosts?"

The sunlight rotates, passing through the curtain gap.

The front line of light is obliquely over his pupils and divide the world into two halves.

Bright and dark rolling, light and shadow fighting.

"Look," he still laughed, "Cangsheng has nothing to do with me."

Shi Wuluo covered that line of light.

The revenge lamp didn't laugh.

He was quiet for a while: "Let me tell you a show."

Shi Wu Luo responded lowly.

"A very old -fashioned and old -fashioned drama," Qiu Boofan sat up, his fingers pressed at the edge of the snail bed. Super heroes are destined to become a hero, destined to become a sage. How old is this play? The old set is just beginning, and the audience knows the ending, so it doesn't matter how many times the protagonist is defeated. Cheering and applauding. "

"Heroes who save the world, the good people who turn the tide, and the destined sages are destined."

"How great."

He only said that the hysterical moon mother seemed to be completely forgotten, as if he was just a lunatic that he had encountered on the road.

"But the story is only one hour."

"One hour for an hour, how can I talk about my life?"

At the moment of the finale of the silver screen, the heroes were glory, surrounded by people, and applauded. But after that?

After that?

"The perfection is no relative, to the sanctuary without friends."

Qiu Boofan smiled and smiled. He suddenly bent down, grabbed the edge of the bed, and his back was tight as a broken string ... The woman's face of the woman in the sun was fingertip, and the sharp fingertips in front of him, the sharp fingertips in front of him, There are sharp feather arrows in all directions, and even if you are drunk, you do n’t wake up.

It's just a sinner.