Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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In the silent valley night, I couldn’t see the weeds, but I saw a dark night in the darkness of the ink, between the two walls. Fan Xian, while tidying up his clothes, tied the broken left leg trousers and whispered:

"The little fairy named Ye, called Ye Xiaomei."

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"Ye light eyebrows?" Sean was shocked. "What are you talking about? Is the hostess of Ye Family the little fairy I have ever met?"

When Ye Family Turkic rose up in the world, Sean was also the secret agent of the Northern Wei Dynasty, so he was able to detect the surname of the Ye Family hostess. Fan Xian was not surprised. He smiled and said: "In addition to the fairy in your mouth, Who can make Ye Jia change the pattern of the whole world in just a few years?"

"It turned out to be the case!" Sean coughed again. "It's no wonder that the country can rise so violently, and there is a shadow of the temple behind it."

"Wrong." Fan Xian said: "You are already a dead person, so tell you, Ye Xiaomei, that is, the little fairy you said in your mouth, not the immortal in the temple, she... like us They are just ordinary people."

Sean hasn't woken up from the previous shock, and he didn't believe what Fan said, but was immersed in the last question before death: "...Why...small fairy want to catch me to celebrate the country?"

As the head of the Northern Wei Dynasty, he was naturally aware of the relationship between Ye Family and the Qing State Supervision Institute.

Fan Xian said: "Guiguo must kill you in the same year." He paused again: "You must admit that you were still a very horrible person... and the reason why Ye Xiaomei sent Chen Pingping to catch you instead of Killing you, I want to come to the same year, after all, it seems that because you got to the temple, she came to this world."

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"Then you...what... cough...who is it?" In the dark. Sean’s eyes stared straight at Fan. Just like two sharp arrows.

The old comrade who is about to die still has such a sharp look. Fan’s heart can’t help but squint a little, and said with a soft smile: “I?”

After a moment of silence, he said:

"I am the son of Ye Xiaomei."

Ye Xiaomei's son... Fan Xian wants to be able to speak out loud to all people in this familiar but unfamiliar, intimate but incomprehensible world, but there is no such possibility at the moment. At this time, the night is getting heavier, and the darkness before dawn has arrived. In a cave with only two people, Fan Xian said it in such a light and faint manner.

I am the son of Ye Xiaomei.

Do not know why. This sentence is an export. Fan Xian felt a lot easier, and the heart that carried too much pressure broke away from the many branches and vines at this moment, at least temporarily relaxing, and the free taste in the night wind. Embracing.

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The sky is getting brighter.

There aren't too many memories, but Sean said it was extremely slow, after a day and a night. Fan Xian finally reached the most important goal of the Northbound trip. He looked at Sean and said softly: "Do you have anything to tell?"

Sean just looked at him with a weird look. After a long while, I began to breathe and said, "You are... her son?"

Fan nodded and smiled: "I don't have the habit of confusing my mom."

Sean coughed twice. It shocked the last few drops of blood in the heart, and said like crying: "No wonder you know so many things, no wonder you are so interested in the temple..." The old man before death will finally Something was clear, and he gasped and said: "It seems that this cave should not be able to trap you."

"I didn't get into the habit of dying." Fan Xian was ready for everything, close to Shawn.

Shaun suddenly stared at his eyes and said, "If you want to live well, don't go to the temple."

Fan was quiet and didn't answer him.

Shaun didn't look at him any more. He just turned his eyes to the yellow valley behind Fan Yi. The brow wrinkled and seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, the old man whispered and said: "I used to think that I was not afraid of death. People, just seeking freedom, now that death is close at hand, I know that everyone is afraid of death."

"There are no people in the world who are not afraid of death." I don't know why, Fan Xian looked at the dying Sean and slowly released his right hand and said softly: "But... Death may not be the end, maybe you will go. Another completely strange world."

This is his biggest secret, his greatest emotion.

Sean’s eyes fell in the distance, and the blushing eyes became softer: “You are really a little fairy... No, the son of Ye Xiaomei?” Waiting for Fan’s answer, Sean continued to say lightly: “But You are not like her at all."

Fan Xian said: "You have only seen her four years old, how can I be so sure?"

Sean smiled and said: "Because you are far less beautiful than a little fairy."

Fan has a sideways side and said: "There are really fewer women in the world than me."

"The eyes are different."

"How is it different?"

Sean glanced at him and said with a hint of indifference: "I understand now that on the snowy wasteland, the little fairy looks at the white earth, the eyes are still soft, mournful... I have never been Knowing how to describe it, I seem to feel the darkness at this time, only to understand that all the emotions in her eyes are just one thing."

"What?" Fan Xian’s heart jumped twice.

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"The attachment and love of life." Sean smiled and said: "Although there is always a clear smile in your eyes, it is not the same... Your mother should be a very affectionate person, and you are a very ruthless person in your bones. ”

Fan Xiao smiled and said: "I don't deny this."

"I have killed a lot of people in my life, so I don't expect to have a good end." Sean no longer continues this topic, but some skylights that look at the misty fog say: "You can die in this cave, like you. Say. It is not bad to have a good grave."

Fan Xian is half aside. The left hand rested on the shoulder of the old man and found that his muscles had gradually softened.

The sky in the outer wall is still bleak, but through the mist in the valley, it shows a kind of holy light. This light is softly reflected in the old face of Sean, so that this hand is dyed with countless blood. In the latter half of the life, but the lonely and miserable probes gave birth to a feeling of relief.

"Wuzhou should not have those two jujube trees?"

This is the last sentence that Sean asked in this world.

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Fan took the last needle from the old man's ear and confirmed his death after a while. Slightly biased, looking at Shawn's body. Suddenly whispered: "Zhuzhou does not have two jujube trees. But... after death, there may be a better world waiting for you."

Sean’s eyes have been softly closed, and the blushing colors in the eyes are no longer able to see this weird world.

Fan took a sigh of suffocation and placed Shawn’s body flat in the deepest part of the shallow hole. As for whether there was a mountain eagle for food, it seems that he did not consider it, so it seemed a little indifferent.

He walked out of the hole. Reaching out to the air outside the cliff, the white mist drifted with his fingers and reached for the ground. Just empty.

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Jin Yiwei should also search for the bodies and traces of the young and old in the valley and everywhere. This Yanshan cliff is as smooth as a mirror, no one will think of it. Some people will jump off the cliff but stand still, and no one can think of someone climbing up the smooth, wet mountain walls.

Fan’s body is as close to the mountain wall as a piece of paper, behind it is a thick morning mist, effectively covering his body shape, even if someone is on the opposite side of the mountain wall, can not find Someone is crawling up like a gecko.

When he was in Zhangzhou, from the age of 12 to 16 years old, he spent four years on his own in vitro control. This is an extremely stupid way of practicing, but Wu Zhu does not care about him. He also practiced his own exhilaration. Unexpectedly, in his later life, he helped him so much.

Like a gecko crawling, like a snake, he cautiously goes up and up, faceless, the effect of Mahuang Pill has long since faded, his infuriating is somewhat lacking, so he dare not care.

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Asakusa froze, one hand climbed the stone next to the cliff, and a portrait of a man in a black night dress climbed out of the valley like a ghost.

The hat covered Fan’s cheeks. He looked back and saw that the valley was quiet, just like nothing happened. After a while, his heart moved, his eyes focused on the morning fog, looking to the mountains over there, but nothing could be seen.

But he always felt that there seemed to be someone looking at himself, and the man’s gaze was like staring at himself.

Fan Xian slightly lowered his head, turned around, did not think, and did not think too much. Like a black arrow, he plunged into the dense fog and ran toward the direction of the capital.

In addition to the group office in Beijing, the Guns are long and the eyes are like a tiger. They look at the people in front of the hospital. The young master has not gone out one day and one night, and all the visits of officials from the Northern Qi Dynasty have been turned away. But today, in the early morning, there is a person from Jinyiwei to pass the will of the palace, saying that the young emperor is going to pass the palace. Leisurely.

Few people know that Fan Xian is not in the mission. The commander of Jin Yiwei made the heavy hope that Fan Fei was not in the group. However, after a long night, he did not find the body of Fan Xian, so the North Qi finally became suspicious, so he was eager to confirm where Fan Xian was.

Who knows that Nanqing people are so arrogant and unreasonable, excuses that Fan Zheng is drunk, and hard life has prevented North Qi officials from entering the mission. The conflict is about to break out, but at this time, there is a rustling sound from the street.

Not sweeping the street, it is the footsteps, everyone in the North is happy.

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