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"This..." The young man showed a look of embarrassment.

"Don't worry! If Mr. Han comes back, I will return the book to him in person

"All right, then."

The young man said, went up to the counter, took out the book and handed it up.

After taking over the book, Liu Xia gently stroked the delicate cover, and suddenly understood why the name of this book is called hundred years of loneliness. Isn't a hundred years of life? A person's life, the most perfect time of a hundred years, a hundred years of solitude has explained all of life.

"Sister, what's the matter with you?" Liu Chun looked at Liu Xia holding the book motionless and couldn't help asking.

Liu Xia shook his head: "it's OK, Xiaochun, let's sit for a while."

"But boss Huang said," let's sign the contract today. "

"It's OK. Just a moment. He'll understand." Liu Xia smiles and goes to the seat where Sikong Banyu often sits, and slowly opens the book.

In the book, Sikong Banyu made a lot of marks. He would fold the page of the book where he felt that he had written well.

"Buy a permanent ticket and board a train with no destination."

"The secret of a happy old age is nothing else, but a decent agreement with loneliness."

"Life has never been separated from loneliness and independent life, whether we are born, we grow up, we love each other or we succeed or fail. Until the end, loneliness exists in a corner of life like a shadow."

Every place where Sikong Banyu was folded up, Liu Xia looked at it carefully and unconsciously shed tears. She vaguely understood what kind of person Sikong Banyu was. In fact, he yearned for loneliness, but he was haunted by loneliness and could not extricate herself.

Some people say that when you have something in your heart, you are lonely. Only when you don't even have a loved one in your heart, that's true loneliness.

Is that why you want to be lonely Liu Xia asked himself in his heart, thinking of every time Sikong half language sitting in this position of concentration, there is a kind of sadness in his heart. She suddenly found that she was lucky, because her grief could at least be seen, but he could only be buried in the bottom of her heart, a person to bear.

In the distance, on the rooftop of a high-rise building, a figure stood with his hands down and stood there quietly. The wind disordered the ends of his hair, but he couldn't move his gaze. The place he could see was this tea restaurant, or the position near the window, where he sat and left.

He was Sikong Banyu, and he did not leave. In fact, he could have left directly, but he wanted to see the end of the last cause and effect.

"Is it over?" Sikong murmured to himself, the cold and sharp eyes seemed to be struggling with something, and slowly put it down, in front of the scenes of broken pictures, now has disappeared, as he asked the answer, in fact, the heart has given out - end.

"In fact, all this should have ended long ago. This world, I should not come, my soul on the land of rosefinch, should have vanished, and ended the rest of my life. However It didn't work out. "

Many people are envious of the wind emperor, the master of Yun Dynasty, who spans the two regions. He is a genius in heaven and proud of the world. However, few people know that he has been suffering bitterly since the death of Han Qingming.

He no longer has relatives, no lover, and even no one who appreciates everything. Sikong Banyu has gone through a lot of hardships to expand the reign of Dafeng emperor, expand the territory under his control, and strive to improve his cultivation. He is looking for his final destination and finding a way to revive the cold and green hell, because that is his only obsession and the only reason for him to live.

Perhaps death, for him, is not necessarily a kind of liberation, a kind of pursuit of the end. But The spirit of heaven and Earth took out his spirit and was born again. He thought he could continue to deceive himself, deceive himself, and there was a possibility of resurrection and deceive himself of the existence of the underworld.

But when he realized the power of nothingness, he had a premonition at the bottom of his heart. The underworld no longer exists. It was just an idea and a legend. But at that time, he still did not want to believe that he continued to live as before, but the hand of fate seemed not willing to see the existence of a person who questioned it. The three sources under the force of nothingness gradually appeared in front of Sikong Banyu. First of all, the emergence of the origin of life and death completely denied all the reasons of Sikong Banyu.

The spirit of ashes will only dissipate between heaven and earth forever. It will no longer appear, nor can it be revived. He couldn't deceive himself any more. He struggled in his heart. The name, the man, everything that had happened, just like the pictures of a movie, appeared in front of his eyes, telling him the root of all this and the disappearance of all this.

He was lost and lost. Is it really impossible? Do you really want to erase everything that once existed, everything that no longer exists? He Finally, a choice was made.

"Qingming Can I still remember you? " A trembling voice, gently appeared in the wind, with the wind dispersed, flying in all directions, like some kind of call, may blow to every corner of the world, but this world There was no communication with the other world, the person - she couldn't hear.He slowly closed his eyes, two drops of clear tears from the corner of his eyes, the cool, as if he felt in the ice cellar, but He has no sense of this cold, this ice, the pain in his heart has already occupied his whole heart, leaving no space to come out.

Whoosh The wind suddenly became strong, stirring the clouds in the sky. In a moment, a white flower slowly fell down in the air, like a rootless duckweed, gently fell on Sikong's half language face, into his tears, and fell to the corner of his mouth, salty, full of bitter taste.

The broken picture in my mind, as if unwilling to disperse, quickly combined to form a perfect face, that is Cold and green.

However, at the moment when this picture was just composed, it was like a glass smashed violently. It broke into pieces and turned into a little bit of light, and then drifted away. There was no trace of the former lover. In the sky, the snowflakes, which had been separated for three days, floated down again like the feathers of a broken wing angel.

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