Li Luo slept on the same pillow as this strange and familiar woman, but he abided by the etiquette and just slept on a stone bed. The woman was fast asleep, breathing evenly and lightly. Li Luo turned his head slightly to look at her, always feeling something like this in his heart.
There was a shadow, there was something there, but I couldn't remember it. After thinking about it again and again, I still had no clue, so I had to fall asleep. In his sleep, he
He was woken up by the sound of rain, which was very heavy. When he woke up, the woman next to him also woke up. Her eyes were sleepy. Luo Shang half understood and yawned and said something to him. This time he answered, but it was still difficult to understand the meaning.
, he saw that he had put on his clothes, put on his poncho and went out. The woman in the room shouted before closing the door. Li Luo did not look back and quickly rushed into the rain.
The pouring rain seemed familiar. A voice asked him to go to the stone quarry. He went, and there were already many people there. He squeezed through the crowd and reached the edge of the stone platform, facing the Ling River. The rain slanted and the water swelled. The river was surging, and then there was a flash of lightning.
It cut through the sky and illuminated both sides of the river. Countless large ships more than ten feet high, hung with black sails, slowly sailed towards the ferry as if black clouds were pressing down on the city.
The boat was getting closer and closer, and Li Luo became more and more frightened and anxious. He wanted to shout loudly, but the moment he turned back, there was no one on the stone platform at the ferry, and he was the only one on the huge stone platform.
Standing alone until the light above my head comes from nowhere
He was completely blocked by a group of black shadows. Li Luo looked up and saw that the ship, which was more than ten feet high, was right behind him. The pressure coming towards him made him breathless, his waist bent, and his knees bent.
It was not until he knelt on the ground that he spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm with bloody foam.
The scene after that became fragmented. There were carved stone statues, which indeed looked like a Confucian scholar and an enchantress. There were also several unfamiliar scenes, a room with pens and paper, and people, more than one.
, as if they were arguing, someone was writing furiously to record what
Well, he turned a blind eye to him as an outsider. There were fireworks, strange black graffiti, and strange symbols whose meanings were difficult to distinguish. Several of them looked familiar, and Li Luo, who was also his, seemed to have seen them somewhere. He
I also saw a mirror with a kitten squatting in front of it.
In the mirror, the cat's whole body was on fire, and its feet were also on fire. Its body had been burned to pieces by the fire, and the internal organs and bones in its abdomen could be seen. However, the cat in the mirror and the cat outside the mirror were still laughing happily.
Shouting, one after another. There is only one left.
The man with the eyes was holding a wooden plate in his hand, covered with a white cloth and walked up to him. Then he opened the white cloth and saw that there was clearly an eyeball on the wooden plate. He didn't know if it was the one he didn't have. Li Luo
He groaned and took a few steps back, only to see the man smiling, with his mouth open and no tongue.
The remaining scenes flashed so fast that even though Li Luo had a photographic memory, he was dizzy and couldn't remember much. It was just that the woman who slept with him had appeared many times and he still didn't remember much, but
One of them was deeply etched in his heart.
That is a look back.
Some people say that looking back is the most beautiful picture in the world, especially the looking back of a beautiful woman. Smiling or not is secondary. There are thousands of intentions hidden in the movement of the eyes, whether it is joy or sadness, hatred or love. Looking back at the beginning of the green water
Get up, hold your palms together and the white lotus has not yet bloomed, it is indescribably wonderful.
I look back, secretly looking back with deep affection, my eyes are green and can speak, what they say is: I like you.
Even if it is not enough, the country has been conquered and the city has been conquered. Looking back for a moment, thousands of people are heartbroken.
When the wonderful person with Hui Zhilan's heart turns around several times in the wonderful dance, her sleeves are like water, and she is full of spring waves, she suddenly looks back at the end, and that shocking glimpse is enough to make thousands of people lose their minds.
Sometimes, looking back is also a kind of waiting.
Leaning alone on the railing without saying a word, I look back. The sound of drums and horns evokes sadness.
Sometimes, there is a piece of unspeakable thoughts and stories hidden in looking back, and I hesitate to speak. Over time, it becomes a cup of bitter wine that only I can taste.
Although I look back and want to speak, my mother is beside me. These thoughts are unspeakable.
Sometimes, there is a lifetime of heartache hidden in those looking back.
Fighting for a lifetime of heartbreak will eliminate him from looking back several times.
Sometimes, a look back represents the unsaid words. Meeting and getting to know each other is not just about love. If you miss something, you will really miss it.
I am reciting peony poems leisurely, my eyebrows are raised in melancholy for a long time. I look back far away in hope, and it is too late to straighten my slender shirt into a bun.
Sometimes, I look back just because I miss you too much.
I looked at Zhaoyang and couldn't believe it. Looking back, I covered my head in red scarf and cried.
How many charlatans, wearing bright clothes and angry horses, are dressed in a free and easy manner, softening the curve of that person's eyebrows, but they don't know if a glance back can warm their sweetheart's dream of being a charlatan and his eternal hegemony?
Looking back into the depths, one is the mountains, the other is the flowing water, the long wind is the song, the quiet strings are clear, the water is flowing, the mountains are beautiful and affectionate, in looking back, you can see the most beautiful scenery, the hottest feelings, and maybe the coldest heart. .
Yanran looked back for a moment, smiling brightly, so why not be charming.
In the same look back, you may be able to see the best version of yourself.
They were combing their hair inside the curtain and laughing together, looking back at the flowers with a charming look.
Huajian looked back and combed her hair with a smile. The woman didn't say anything, but Li Luo suddenly remembered that someone had told her that she was the most beautiful story in his life. She was willing to win the heart of a person and comfort her for the rest of his life.
Could that person be him?
The intention is nothing else, and looking back is my hometown.
The time is quiet and good, and I talk to you; the years are flowing slowly, and I am with you; the prosperity has faded, and I am old with you.
Looking back, I suddenly lost myself, and returned to the next room shyly.
At the end of the bustling place, stop and go and find a quiet valley with a few thatched houses or stone houses, a bluestone path, three geese, two chickens, and a dog, and someone to accompany you, and you can feel at ease.
Li Luo didn't know why he could see so many emotions from one look back, including joy, anger, sorrow, lingering attachment, and so on. He looked through all the remembered pictures, but he couldn't find the owner who looked back. where.
Opening his eyes, a feeling of unwillingness still lingered in his heart. Li Luo was startled, and then let out a light sigh. The person who felt this unwillingness was not him, but him in another dream.
There was still the sound of rain in my ears, and there was a delicate fragrance on the tip of my nose. I didn't need to turn my head. I just had to open my eyes and see that pretty face that was both happy and angry. Her face was as red as a cloud. When Li Luoxing turned around, the owner of that face hurriedly turned around. He turned around and didn't know what he was doing. He made a rustling sound. Li Luo rubbed his eyes and woke up. He was less tired, but it didn't relieve his fatigue. Instead, he felt a little sore, which was extremely rare since he became an artist. There was a lingering fragrance on his hands, He didn't pay attention and asked softly: "How long have I been asleep?"
"Probably less than an hour." Gu Lianglei still didn't look back and asked in a voice as gentle as a mosquito's moan, "Are you dreaming?"