There has been, and never had, which hurts more?
When the mind is pure, the lotus blooms everywhere. One turn, that's ten years. One turn is the death of Li Xiangyi.
Under the light and shadow, the daylight is still there, a tall and handsome young man with a high ponytail, and then he looks back like a doctor with a dead gray face, vicissitudes of his eyes, and carrying many things on his back.
Back then, the red silk sword danced in the empty alley, and the thirty-six swords were drunk like madness, and now only a remnant body, fifty broken silver, a garden full of greens, and a dog on the first floor. How arrogant and unruly he used to be, how casual he was now, how competitive he used to be, how comfortable he was now.
Don't hate? Doesn't it hurt? In the past ten years, I have been tortured by the poison of bicha every day, the four Gumen who can't go back, the corpses of senior brothers that can't be found, the internal strength martial arts that can't be moved, how not to hate, how not to hurt?
His own portrait is still beautiful, his sweetheart is still beautiful, but they see each other as if they don't see each other, turning into helplessness that cannot be erased under the eyes, and turning into sighs that are too heavy in the bottom of their hearts to lift.
It used to be good, and it's good now. Such an understatement, how many times has it taken to swallow and accept it?
We don't know what we do now, and we don't know what we will do now. Such clouds are light and breezy, is it an epiphany that can only be understood after seeing the warmth and coldness of human feelings many times?
Let's eat another candy, whether he is Li Xiangyi or Li Lianhua, it's sweet.
Let's make another dish, whether he is the owner of Li Gate or the owner of Li Landlord, just live.