The weather in the past two days has gradually melted the snow, but the temperature has dropped again and again. Today's lowest temperature has reached minus 6 degrees Celsius. This bad weather makes people reluctant to stay outdoors for a second.

I finished the call with Xiaofei and drove through the city. I was thinking about my own thoughts without any purpose.

I suddenly realized that I hadn't remembered Mo Han for a long time. She seemed to have become a shadow in my memory, more like a legend.

I was surprised by my own changes. Have I no longer loved Mo Han, or have I never loved her before, but just admired her as a legend and chased her.

I was a little confused and couldn't understand myself in a daze.

......

When Mo Han left, he said that she was going to find another self. I have no way to know whether she had found another self at this time, but I wondered if she transformed because of the journey, would she still remember the ancient bridge that we have been entrusted together?

I drove to this ancient bridge that I hadn't been to for a long time. The night was still very shallow, and I had enough time to figure out something on this bridge.

I stood on the ancient bridge, beside the riverside, I actually saw the Taoist priest who had not seen for a long time. He was surrounded by several fortune tellers, and his colleagues were working overtime and did not leave. It seemed that more people who believed in fate recently were growing, and their business showed signs of recovery.

.........

I didn't go to the Taoist priest immediately, but just lit a cigarette and immersed in my own world.

Is Mo Han really just an illusory memory more than me?

Absolutely not. I clearly remember that night in Suzhou, she handed over her body to me, and I was still lost in the gentleness and crazy collision of that night. This was a reality that could never be destroyed... But this only reality could not reverse a large amount of illusion, and I became messy again in an instant.

I don't believe in my ears, but I believe in that legend... The thrilling legend made my nerves suddenly become fragile. I wiped out the cigarette butt and lit another one to save the chaotic thinking.

......

The people around the Taoist priest gradually dispersed, and he seemed to be preparing to close the stall. I walked towards him quickly because such an encounter was really rare for me, and I had to say something to him.

The Taoist priest discovered my arrival, stopped all movements, and looked at me in a state of static.

I finally asked, "Why are you going back to your old job?"

“Making a livelihood,”

The Taoist priest said nonsense, "Returning to old things is definitely to make a living, is it still for entertainment and entertainment."

I asked: "Is life difficult?"

"It's better not to mention it," the Taoist priest shook his head and sighed.

I took the bench from the aisle, sat down in front of him, took out the cigarette box from my pocket, and said to him, "Smoke a cigarette and chat for a while,"

I suddenly remembered that when I met the Taoist priest last time, he said that he would not smoke anymore. I was not going to force him, but he didn't expect him to pick up the cigarette from my hand, approached me, and said, "Give me a fire,"

I was surprised, but I took out a lighter to light it for him and lit one myself.

"When you encounter something difficult, you tell me that as long as it is something that can be solved with money, I will definitely help you," I said calmly. This is not a show of wealth or arrogance, because I strongly felt that the Taoist priest needed money, so I simply said it straight.

The Taoist priest took a deep breath of cigarette: "My wife is seriously ill and her life is worrying."

Without saying much, I took out the check from my briefcase and said to him, "Fill in the number yourself."

The Taoist priest did not take the check in my hand, and finally gave up on his advanced age and returned to modern people and asked, "Little monk, aren't you afraid that I will lie to you? The check is not given randomly,"

"Scam the gods, cheat the earth, don't cheat the life," I said and stuffed the check into his hand.

The Taoist priest was filled with sorrow, sighed deeply, and repeated my words: "Scam the heavens, cheat the earth, don't cheat the life,"

I had no words, but I sighed and then felt sad because of these six words... Heaven and earth are all fake, but only life is real.

......

The cold wind raged past us, blew up the bleakness and fireworks... In the bleakness and splendor, I seemed to see the cold back again, the warm lights shining, so I seemed to be wandering outside the world.

The Taoist priest put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me back from the illusory scene.

"I have to leave and go to the hospital,"

Although I really want to chat with the Taoist priest for a while, he really has to leave.

I said to him, "Call me if you have anything to do, this is my number," and I said, handing the note with my number to the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest took the note, folded it and put it in his pocket, looked at me for a while and said, "I'm afraid that the night will be long and the dreams will be too much... I'll be thrilling," he said.

I was once again brought into a psychedelic vortex by the Taoist priest's words... I couldn't extricate myself.

.........

The Taoist priest left after all, but his folding stool was left for me. Perhaps he was hinting that I should sit here for a while.

I wish I could let myself in the cold weather, if I could see through everything.

I tucked my clothes tightly, and I didn't dare to be so rude, because I knew I would never have the chance to see through everything. No matter whether it was the night was long or the dreams were too many, I could not see through it, otherwise I would not be like what I am today.

This night was really cold, very cold, but I sat by the river for a long time and kept thinking about what the Taoist priest left behind. I assumed a thousand possibilities, but none of them seemed to meet the sentence "I was afraid that the night would be long and there would be more dreams, and I would be thrilling."

I have been unable to understand it for a long time, but I would rather Taoist Master be making a fool of himself.

......

It was already late at night when I got home, and I was still immersed in the Taoist priest's words, and then I was worried. It seemed that every word of his words meant a turning point in my life. Although my subconscious mind always regarded it as a coincidence, I still longed for that time that what he criticized me for means a good fate of light.

......

After washing up, I lay on the bed. Pipi still wiped his face with a wet wipe before going to bed. His habit was given by Zuo Lan, because Zuo Lan has this habit. She had it many years ago when we lived together.

"Dad, help you wipe your face," Pipi planned to wipe my face with the wet wipes he had wiped.

I leaned over and asked Pipi to wipe it on my face with a wet wipe.

He seemed to think this was a very fun thing, and he giggled while rubbing it. Suddenly he asked me again: "Dad, when will you help me find a new mother?"

I was a little confused about Pipi's re-report. It was only a few days before he asked me this for the second time.

"Pipi, tell dad, do you want a mom very much?"

Pipi shook his head: "No, when I see Dad Han and Mom Ye so happy, I feel so pitiful."

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I don’t know when I can write it out the third update, so I don’t recommend waiting...

Sometimes I also reflect on the meaning of writing books. For the sake of money or reputation, I really rely on my first book to write it based on my interests and hobbies. I have never thought too much about it. This is my second book, but it is much more tiring than the first one. I have also thought about giving up.

When writing books, some readers scold them and don’t understand them. The website needs data and grades. Sometimes I really feel that it’s annoying. I have time to write books, and doing something else may not make money, right? So money is really not the most important thing. Of course, it’s better to make money. No one can’t get over it. I don’t need to pretend to be noble.

Persistence is because of dreams and readers. Just a reader who just joined the army asked me for a phone number, but I didn't want to give it to him much.

He said that he had no online banking when he was in the army, so he could not contribute to my book. He had to charge me for phone bills and support me.

This is really unnecessary, but I was very moved. Until now, I have not been able to convince him to recharge me... If you see it, don't recharge it, it's enough to like it.
Chapter completed!