...

She walked along the way, watching along the way, crying and laughing, and no matter how long the journey was, there would be an end.

On the stone platform, Jiang Lian kissed her for the last time and said, "Qianzi, I will love you forever."

I don’t know how far it will always be, but from ancient times to the present, there have always been people. I hope to live a life of endlessness, and carry endless affection.

Jiang Lian's life ends here, and the end is pitch black.

The luggage bag was too heavy, and Meng Qianzi's wrist was a little sore. She changed her hands and continued to walk forward.

If the heart is fearless, no matter in the world or in the great wilderness, there is nothing that can stop her.

***

The wind is getting strong.

This is a real wind.

Those shadowy images are gone, not necessarily very thorough, and they can no longer find their origin. The entrance and passage seem to have never existed.

In front of me, there was no boundary in front and back, and endless on the left and right. It was a bit like the Gobi Desert, with sand and gravel floating on the ground, but there were undulating mountain lines hidden in very far and far places.

What kind of world is this?

Meng Qianzi took two steps forward in a daze, almost in a flash of lightning, and she suddenly understood.

It is said that when a person dies, he will flash back his life like a lantern, and he will also say that his soul enters the great wilderness. Then, those who have gone back to their lives will take it for granted and go on the next journey, right?

The lifespan of mountains is so long. As the spiritual master of all things, a human journey should not have an end so quickly. There should be a next journey, and the next journey will go through ups and downs and see all the rivers and mountains.

But she couldn't go, she was born into the Great Wilderness and the time was not yet here.

Here, it should be...

It is a stop or a trapped place.

Throughout history, there may be only Peng Yi, Jiang Lian and her who have been born into the Great Wilderness.

Will there be someone else? She didn't know that there are too many puzzles in this world, and so many people wrote them, and stories of more than just a few people.

***

Meng Qianzi didn't know how long she had been away.

The road here is not smooth, with high or low levels.

There is always wind, occasionally strong, sometimes warm, Meng Qianzi sometimes feels dazed, feeling that this gust of wind is like a person, coming like the dust and going like the wind. Perhaps one day, a gust of breeze that passes around her is someone she knows who has left the world and passed through the Great Wilderness to say hello to her.

There is also fog, hazy, floating, sometimes dispersed, and sometimes accompanied by her, like a person's thoughts, unable to tell where he comes from or where he returns.

Then, she encountered a grave.

It was not big, but from a distance, it looked like a steamed bun. When I approached, I saw a box in front of the tomb.

A fake box carved from the stone with the pattern of phoenix phoenix phoenix is ​​quietly placed beside the tomb. This should be the mouth of Peng Yiyu's eyes mixed with pearls to hide the truth.

There is a stone beside the box and a few words carved from a knife on it.

Peng Yizhi’s Tomb.

Peng Yi is a fake name, and no one knows what he is called. This name is just a charlatan to tell the whole story.

Who would have buried Peng Yi? Only Jiang Lian has suffered a lot, but he still has a soft heart.

He would do that.

The luggage was too heavy, so Meng Qianzi put down her bag here, took a breath, and walked forward again.

She was not worried that anyone would take away the bag. In such a quiet and deserted place, it would be a relief to have a thief.

However, as you walk, you will no longer be deserted.

She saw the paintings, and the paintings on the ground were huge, with the accumulated pictures over time, and the earliest ones she saw were even eroded by the wind to only have shallow marks left.

All the things in the paintings were familiar to her.

There was the little white monkey in the Hangdan Peak Forest, staring at her eyes and applying a facial mask.

There is the stilt house of Lao Ga’s family. At the bottom of the building, there are also wu Nuo masks, wood shavings, and the coffin prepared by Lao Ga for himself.

There is a charlatan pushing glasses, and that posture seems to be about to be discussed in a long way in the next second.

There is a swaying and innocent look, as vivid as the past.

Of course, the most common ones are her: when she is proud, when she is happy, and when she is giggling.

...

These are all Jiang Lian’s memories.

She followed these paintings, and the traces gradually became deeper. The painting spread to a long slope and then down the slope.

Meng Qianzi stood on the slope and tears suddenly rolled down.

She saw Jiang Lian.

He was alone at the bottom of the slope, half-squatting, lowering his head, as if he was painting. The paintings here were all very new, with deep marks, as if they were flowers blooming on the ground, silently fighting against the endless loneliness of the vast wilderness.

Meng Qianzi took light steps and walked slowly.

She walked behind Jiang Lian, but he didn't notice it and was still carving it. He had many tools at hand, including wood, stone-milled, and knives.

Meng Qianzi went around Jiang Yi again and squatted down.

I understand, he is touching the divine eyes.

He was not embarrassed. He did his best to clean himself in such a place. He still cleaned himself up in a refreshing and clean manner. The painting was still her, which was the way she was leaning on a hiking pole when her legs were not well-behaved.

She vaguely remembered that she was not satisfied with him and he just came to help him, poked the ground with a hiking pole, and said to him: "Are you still sitting? Don't you know to come and help?"

Jiang Lian closed his eyes, smiled at the corners of his lips, and was tidied again and again on his hands, very focused and extremely careful.

Meng Qianzi remembers that Jiang Lian once said that sticking to the divine eyes emphasizes timeliness, otherwise, if you can remember the strong paintings, people will be very tired and even lose themselves.

Are these all drawn by the eyes of God?

This is his lifelong memory and half a lifetime of treasure. He needs memory to live. He lives in memory, not caring about fatigue or loss, but just wants to draw them all.

Jiang Lian stopped.

He put the pen, then stretched out his hand, groped slowly, and touched the other one.

Only then did Meng Qianzi notice that his tools were placed one by one in order. No one cooperated with him to touch his divine eyes. He changed his habits and put them back to their original position after using them, and then touched another one.

Meng Qianzi looked at his hands and probably wanted to touch the sharp-sharpened stone pen.

She took the lead and picked up the pen.

Jiang Lian felt nothing.

He was stunned for a moment, and a moment of confusion flashed across the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. His hands were about to stop and stopped in the air, feeling at a loss.

Meng Qianzi smiled and handed the pen to his hand.

The moment his finger hit the pen, Jiang Lian's body shook. He froze for a while, and his hand was along the pen and groped all the way. When he touched her hand, he paused for a moment, suddenly held it and held it tightly.

Meng Qianzi's eyes were blurred. Through this blur, she saw Jiang Lian's eyes turning rapidly under his nose.

He wanted to wake up.

He wanted to wake up quickly.

Meng Qianzi approached Jiang Lian, gently approached his forehead and whispered: "Jiang Lian, don't worry."

Jiang Lian, don’t worry.

We still have a long, long time left.

Life is so long.

Don't worry.
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