The Starry Sky, The Starry Sea: Chapter 10 How to Beat Time

Chapter10 How to beat time

You are downstairs, leaning on the railing to face the wind. I was upstairs, looking at the moon by the window. Heartbroken in two places, but it is a kind of lovesickness.

When Wu Julan and I came down from the mountain, we saw a ladder erected outside the courtyard wall from a distance, and the courtyard door was half-hidden.

I'm angry, these thieves are too rampant! In broad daylight, bright and clear... I picked up a strong tree stick from the side of the road, rushed into the yard, and beat anyone I saw.

"Ouch—" Jiang Yisheng turned his head while hiding.

I was stupid, and immediately threw the stick away, "I... thought it was another thief. Why did you find my house?"

Jiang Yisheng said angrily: "Why did I break into your house? Tell me, why are you not at home? I called your cell phone and turned it off, and no one opened the door when I knocked. Of course I want to look inside! Are you with me?" I said, would you sleep at home? Why didn’t you tell me when you went out? I don’t know if I’m worried?”

I said sorry: "My mobile phone fell into the sea, I can't receive your call, and I can't call you."

"Then why didn't you tell me when you went out? Didn't your phone fall into the sea when you went out?"

I said with a guilty conscience: "I'm sorry, I went to find Wu Julan, and I didn't tell you because I was afraid that you would stop me."

"Can I not stop you? You are a black light, where can you find someone? I have never objected to you looking for Wu Julan, but you must first ensure your own safety. Let me tell you, even if Wu Julan is here, He has to stop you too!"

I asked for help and turned back to look at Wu Julan, but Wu Julan leaned against the courtyard door and said coolly: "Good scolding!"

Jiang Yisheng saw Wu Julan just now, he was taken aback for a moment, and said pleasantly: "Brother Wu, you are back?"

Wu Julan smiled and said gently: "I'm back."

Jiang Yisheng saw my coat wrapped around his feet, and asked with concern: "Did you hurt your feet?"

"No, I lost a shoe." Wu Julan said, sitting on the stone steps outside the kitchen, and untied the coat on her feet.

Jiang Yisheng felt relieved, and said to me in surprise: "I didn't expect that you really found Brother Ang."

Without waiting for me to be proud, Wu Julan said: "I will come back without her."

With my mouth pursed, I took a pair of slippers from under the eaves of the living room, put them in front of Wu Julan's feet, turned and went into the kitchen.

Jiang Yisheng said to Wu Julan: "It's good that you come back safely. Those four gangsters..."

"After I jumped into the sea, they should have escaped."

Jiang Yisheng asked in shock, "Did you jump into the sea from Yingzui Cliff?"

"Yeah."

Jumping off Eagle's Mouth Cliff is safe? Jiang Yisheng looked at me in disbelief, and I shrugged, saying that we should get used to Wu Julan's strangeness.

Jiang Yisheng asked: "Do you want to call the police?"

Wu Julan said: "Forget it!"

Jiang Yisheng thought about it silently, and felt that he had to forget it. Wu Julan's identity was a bit troublesome, and those people did not cause any actual harm, so even if they called the police, it probably wouldn't be of much use.

Wu Julan saw me rummaging around in the kitchen, he said, "Go and change your wet clothes first."

I took the biscuit and said, "I'm hungry, I'll change my clothes after I have something to eat."

Wu Julan said to Jiang Yisheng: "I'll make breakfast, if you haven't eaten in the morning, let's have it together!"

I hurriedly said: "Don't bother, I can just find something to eat."

Wu Julan said lightly: "You can do whatever you want, but I can't."

I was chased out of the kitchen by Wu Julan and went to take a hot bath.

When I washed my whole body warm and came out in clean clothes, Wu Julan had already made three bowls of Yangchun noodles and boiled a bowl of **** soup.

I ate up a bowl of noodles.

Wu Julan asked: "Did you not eat well yesterday?"

Jiang Yisheng snorted coldly, and opened his mouth to speak.

Under the table, I stepped on Jiang Yisheng's foot, and Jiang Yisheng fell silent.

I picked up the **** soup and said with a smile: "It's your noodles that are so delicious."

Wu Julan said blankly: "If you don't step on Jiang Yisheng with your feet, this sentence will be more convincing."

I was so embarrassed that I immediately retracted my feet obediently.

Jiang Yisheng chuckled, "When we were young, the three of us thought that Datou and I were the worst, but we were obviously arrogant and bad, and Xiao Luo was a bad and bad one. Many of the bad things we did were She came up with an idea."

I plausibly said: "Those are not bad things, they are reasonable revenge and resistance." Who told me that I have rich experience in struggle? From stepfather to stepmother, at a young age, he learned to fight in curves and stab in the back.

Jiang Yisheng looked at me with a smile for a while, and said to Wu Julan: "When I was eleven years old, my father suddenly had a mental illness and became a madman. This became a watershed in my life. Before that, I was versatile, smart and excellent. Obedient and good student, the teacher likes it, and the classmates envy it; after that, when everyone mentions me, they become weird, the teacher's liking turns into pity, and the classmates no longer envy me, they often call me 'crazy', it seems that the smarter I am, the better I am. It means that the more abnormal my nerves are, the more likely I will become a lunatic..."

I interrupted Jiang Yisheng and said gently: "Why did you bring up these things all of a sudden?"

Jiang Yisheng smiled at me, and continued to say to Wu Julan: "Since I was a child, I have been used to being praised and envied by others. I don't know how to deal with such a sudden life accident. I have become reticent and self-defeating. When I was scolded, I just endured it silently, thinking that I would really become a lunatic sooner or later, and it didn't matter. At that time, my mother was in great pain, and she had to take my father to seek medical treatment, so she didn't have the energy to pay attention to me ;Teachers and classmates all think that what happened like that happened, my change is natural, only one classmate who has never talked to me thinks that I should not be like this. She scolded all the classmates who called me 'crazy' and talked to herself She declared that I was her friend. I ignored her, but she stalked me until I was so entangled that I had to be her friend. She took me, a good student, to do a lot for me. Things that I dare not even think about, even incited me to jump three grades in a row, I felt that I was already crazy, and I completely gave up the entanglement about whether I would become a madman."

Jiang Yisheng asked Wu Julan with a smile: "You know who I'm talking about, right? It's the woman who is stalking you now!"

I said: "Hey! Don't talk to yourself and pretend that I don't exist, okay?"

Jiang Yisheng restrained his smile, and said seriously to Wu Julan: "For me, Xiao Luo is a friend and a relative; she is a support and a concern. I care about her safety very much. Speed ​​robbery, burglary, late-night encounter Attack, it has happened three times, if these things are related to you, please don't have a fourth time!"

I stepped on Jiang Yisheng's foot hard, signaling him to shut up quickly. Jiang Yisheng ignored me completely, and kept looking at Wu Julan with a serious expression.

Wu Julan said: "Now I can't guarantee that similar things won't happen for the fourth time, but I can guarantee that no matter what happens, I will be there and Xiaoluo will be safe."

Jiang Yisheng stared deeply at Wu Julan for a moment, laughed, and resumed his sloppy look, and stood up, saying: "You two, I'm going to work! I heard that the hospital will send a beautiful girl from abroad The doctor communicates, when you are free, help me prepare some amazing Valentine's set meals, I want to invite her to dinner."

I hurriedly said: "Genius doctor, remember to ask your friend to help continue to track down those two thieves."

"Know."

After watching Jiang Yisheng leave, I said to Wu Julan: "Don't take what Jiang Yisheng said just now to heart, we are only guessing that these three unlucky things should be related, not accidental."

Wu Julan said: "Your guess is absolutely correct."

I asked in surprise: "Why so sure?"

"Last time, you said that the person who robbed you of your money had a black mole on his hand?"

"Yes!" I stretched out my hand and gestured for the position of the mop.

Wu Julan said: "Of the four people who attacked us at Yingzui Cliff, one of them had a mole on his hand at the same position."

Unexpectedly, this small detail helped us confirm our guess. It seems that the three incidents were really done by the same group of people, and they must have other plans.

I asked cautiously: "Wu Julan, have you ever...had anyone who hated you very much?"

"Yes!" Wu Julan confessed with certainty.

My heart was wrenched, and just as I was about to ask, Wu Julan said, "However, they should all be dead."

I asked in shock: "Dead?"

"This time I go ashore, the first person I meet is you. The time I stay on land is limited, and the people I know are also limited. Except for Zhou Buwen, no one should hate me anymore." Wu Julan seemed Looking at me with a smile.

I don't want to discuss this matter with him, so I quickly continued to ask: "What happened before?"

"The last time I went ashore as a human being, I think it should be... 1838 in the Gregorian calendar. I wanted to stay for a few more years, but something happened in 1865, and I returned to the sea." Wu Julan said lightly: "I landed in Europe that time. After living in Europe for more than ten years, I went to the New World with the ship and settled in New York. Even if those who hate me have very persistent descendants, they should be far away on the other side of the earth. It is impossible to know that I am here."

I was in a mess in the wind, my whole body was petrified, I stared blankly at Wu Julan. He said 18, 18 how many years? Continental Europe? New World? Is he serious?

Wu Julan sighed silently, "Xiaoluo, I'm telling the truth, this is me. I'm not the right person, you should find someone who matches you well..."

My mind was confused and my temper became violent, "Shut up! I know what I should do!"

Wu Julan really closed his mouth, silently packed the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

I sat alone for quite a while, then walked to the door of the kitchen and said, "Wu Julan, you did it on purpose just now! You could have told me the same thing in a gentle way, but you deliberately frightened me! I tell you, all your tricks will not work, I will never be scared away by you!"

After I finished speaking, I immediately turned around and walked to the living room.

I haven't slept for two consecutive nights, and I have a splitting headache, but because what happened in the past two days is challenging my tolerance limit, every nerve in my brain seems to be stimulated, completely uncontrollable, one after another Noisy noise, so I do not have a trace of sleepiness.

I took out the high-strength liquor prepared for the guests, poured myself a full glass, raised my head and poured it down.

The strong alcohol rolled down from my throat to my stomach like a ball of fire, causing my internal organs to feel a burning sensation, and my spirit gradually relaxed.

I held on to the stairs, climbed up the stairs staggeringly, fell powerlessly on the bed, and closed my eyes drowsily without even covering the quilt.

When I was about to fall asleep, I felt Wu Julan hugged my head, let me lie on the pillow, and covered me with the quilt again.

I really want to open my eyes, look at him, even hug him, but the beauty, or hate, of being drunk is that you feel like you know everything, but the connections between neurons and your body If you are cut off, you cannot control your body.

Wu Julan gently caressed my hair and cheeks, I tried my best to turn my head and put my face in his cold palm, expressing my reluctance and attachment.

Wu Julan didn't take his hand away, and let me stick to it until I smiled and passed out completely.

At seven in the evening, I woke up.

Did you sleep all day? I will definitely not be able to sleep at night, do I have to pass US time?

United States, 1865, New York in the 19th century...how many years ago?

I stared at the roof, stared blankly for a while, and decided... let's go to dinner first!

After I washed up, I tied my ponytail and ran downstairs, "Wu Julan!"

"Wu, Ju, Lan!"

Jiang Yisheng's voice came from the living room, he imitated me and barked strangely.

I said depressedly: "Why are you here again?"

"I am willing!" Jiang Yisheng held a glass of red wine in his hand, with his legs resting on the coffee table, and he was lying on the sofa in a straight shape.

I said to Wu Julan: "I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat? Don't make it for me specially, I will eat whatever you have left."

Wu Julan turned around and went to the kitchen.

Jiang Yisheng handed me a new mobile phone, "I went to buy it at noon, and it's still your old number, as is Brother Ang's. Just give me the money for a mobile phone, and yours is considered a birthday present."

I took it with a smile, "Thank you! Where is Wu Julan's cell phone? Have you shown it to him?"

"I've seen it." Jiang Yisheng pointed to the round table at the corner of the sofa, on which there was a mobile phone, "The speed at which the two of you lost your mobile phone is really domineering!"

I ignored his ridicule, picked up Wu Julan's mobile phone and compared mine, the model is the same, but the color is different. I said with satisfaction: "Couple machine, I am so relieved!"

Jiang Yisheng disdains, "Is it hard to guess if you think so carefully?"

I didn't say a word, I was busy saving my cell phone number in Wu Julan's cell phone, and adjusted the ringtone of his cell phone to be exactly the same as before. My choice has nothing to do with aesthetics or preferences. There is only one criterion. The ringtone is loud enough and long enough to ensure that when I call Wu Julan, he will definitely hear it.

Jiang Yisheng waited for me to finish my work, and handed me a folder, "I just asked Brother Ang to read it, and he doesn't know them at all, and he can't think of any relevant information."

I looked through the personal information of the two thieves, as well as the information of the lawyer and guarantor who helped them get bail pending trial.

Looking carefully line by line, I didn't see any doubts. An ordinary thief, an ordinary crime, the guarantor is the sister of one of them, and she hired the lawyer.

I sighed and closed the folder, "These two people must know something, but if they don't tell, we have nothing to do."

"Don't worry, this is just the beginning of the investigation, there will always be clues, there is nothing perfect in the world." Jiang Yisheng said.

"I'm not in a hurry, those people should be in a hurry. If my guess is correct, they must have a plan, and the fourth unlucky thing will definitely happen." I patted the folder, "Since I can't find out for now What, just sit back and wait!"

Although I said don't bother me, Wu Julan turned on the fire and made me a bowl of crystal shrimp fried rice.

When he walked into the living room with the meal, I happened to say to Jiang Yisheng: "The bad guys didn't come after Wu Julan, they should come after me."

"Why do you speculate like that?" Jiang Yisheng asked.

I glanced at Wu Julan and said, "Anyway, I have every reason to believe that those bad guys are not targeting Wu Julan. Since he is ruled out, it can only be me."

"Say your good reason and listen."

"I don't want to tell you."

Jiang Yisheng looked at me like he was insane, "Miss Shen, you should be very clear, whether those people came for you or Wu Julan, there are two completely different ways to deal with them. So Important judgment, you won’t tell me? Maybe there are clues in your judgment!”

I said arrogantly: "Anyway, I have a reason, do you believe me or not?"

Jiang Yisheng was speaking to me, but his eyes were on Wu Julan, "This is not a question of whether you believe me or not, but a basic analysis and logic. Compared with Wu Julan, of course Wu Julan is more likely to know A troublemaker."

I smiled wryly and said: "But the person who caused trouble this time is really me. Although I can't even figure it out myself, I will tell you the reason for my judgment when I want to say it."

Jiang Yisheng said: "Okay, I won't ask you why, just assume that everything is directed at you." He raised his head, drank the red wine, put down his glass and said to Wu Julan: "I'm going to check it out. Before everything else, don’t leave Xiaoluo alone.” He stood up and waved to us, “I’m home.”

I picked up the fried rice and ate silently, while Wu Julan sat on the other side of the sofa, quietly flipping through a book.

I sneaked a few glances and found that it was Gibran's "The Prophet". I couldn't help but feel happy because Gibran is one of my favorite writers. In fact, it’s not a big deal, but knowing that Wu Julan likes to read my favorite books, it’s like discovering a little bit of my bond with him in this unpredictable world, even if it’s just a little bit, it’s still gratifying.

When I was full, I put down the bowl and said to Wu Julan with a smile, "You didn't call me during the day, which made me sleep all day, and I must have insomnia at night."

Unfortunately, Wu Julan didn't feel guilty at all. While reading the book, he casually suggested: "You can pour yourself another big glass of white wine."

I was so choked up that I couldn't say a word and stared at him. Unmoved, Wu Julan calmly flipped through the book and let me stare.

I stared and stared, and unknowingly turned into a careful look. I saw the feet carefully from the head, and there was nothing unusual at all.

If Wu Julan didn't force me to face this fact all the time, I'm afraid I would soon forget what I saw last night! Because I don't know what to do psychologically, even secretly glad that he only turns into... a fish once a month.

I know that it's not that Wu Julan doesn't like me, it's just that besides liking me, he still has a lot of realities to consider. Any reality that I guessed or didn't guess at all may stop him.

Wu Julan said: "After the next full moon night, if you haven't changed your mind, I..." At that time, he didn't finish his sentence, and I took it for granted as "I will accept you". Now, I understand that he didn't mean that at all. He didn't continue to speak, not because he was hesitant to say something, but because he really felt that there should be no more words.

This post is what I forced to come! But, since it's coming shamelessly, I don't intend to let go!

The beginning of any relationship between a man and a woman will be doubtful and uncertain, because we are too early to believe that "true love is invincible" and "from now on, the prince and princess live happily together". It is normal to have doubts and uncertainties. That is a more responsible attitude towards oneself. That’s why we have to fall in love and communicate. Compromise, a little tolerance, this is the love of adults.

I have only lived for twenty-six years, and I am already full of pessimism and disbelief in this world. Wu Julan is older than me, and his experience is more complicated than mine. I allow him to have a little more doubt and uncertainty. As long as he still likes me, then everything can be resolved, we can get to know each other slowly, get along with each other slowly, and let time overcome all doubts and uncertainties.

I sat next to Wu Julan and called out "Wu Julan" softly, indicating that I had something to say.

Wu Julan closed the book, put it on the coffee table, and looked at me calmly.

I tentatively held Wu Julan's hand. He didn't reject, but he didn't respond either. He looked at me calmly, and you could even say that he looked at me indifferently, as if to show nakedly—to him, my Touching, not to mention ripples in the heart, even troubles and troubles are not worthy of causing him.

If it was another girl, I'm afraid she would have covered her face in shame and backed away, but I... Anyway, it's not the first time I've lost my face and skin!

I gently scratched his palm with my index finger and middle finger, but he didn't respond, so I kept scratching, scratching, scratching, scratching... Wu Julan held my hand back and stopped me Endless teasing.

I was secretly happy in my heart, but I said solemnly on my face: "It's been a long night, I don't want to sleep, let's chat!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Talk casually, such as your affairs, if you are interested in my affairs, I will know everything and talk endlessly."

Wu Julan never expected that I would stop running away so soon and decided to face everything. He stared at me for a moment before asking calmly, "What do you want to know?"

I try to say as nonchalantly as possible: "Your age."

Wu Julan said: "I have been living at the bottom of the sea. The so-called mountain has no sun and moon. The way you calculate time is meaningless to me."

I was silent for a while, and asked: "You said that the last time you landed was in Europe in 1838. How many times have you been on land?"

"This time now, once in 1838, and the first time, a total of three times."

The experience is fairly simple! I breathed a sigh of relief and asked curiously: "When did you first land on land?"

"The eighth year of Kaiyuan."

I didn't ask "where" again, because this method of dating the year, and the word "Kaiyuan", as long as the Chinese have read a little history books, they all know it. Although I had made various psychological preparations in advance, I was still shocked.

I was dazed for a while, jumped up suddenly, ran to the study, pulled out the "Dictionary of Appreciation of Tang Poetry", turned to Wang Wei's poem, and quickly read line by line: Qingqingshan Shangsong,

See you again today.

I don't see you,

Reminiscence,

This heart should be known to you.

For you, the color is tall and leisurely,

The pavilions come out of the clouds.

Finally, finally... I understand! Wu Julan's light sigh that day was not a feeling of "everything from the ages, all in silence", but a real sigh from the time of the ages.

Looking like I was crazy, I threw down the book in a hurry, sat down at the computer desk in a hurry, and searched Wang Wei: 701-761 AD, a famous poet and painter in the Tang Dynasty.

I was just trying to find out how many years the eighth year of Kaiyuan was, but Wu Julan walked up behind me and said, "Eighth year of Kaiyuan, 720 AD."

The year Wu Julan entered Chang'an was in the heyday of the Tang Dynasty. "Chang'an Avenue is narrow and slanted, with green cattle, white horses and seven fragrant chariots. The jade chariot crosses the main house, and the golden whips flow towards the Hou family."

In that year, Wang Wei was nineteen years old, and it was the time of poetry and wine when "meeting and drinking for the king, tied to the side of the horse, tall building and weeping willows".

I heard my own voice was like smoke, it didn't seem to come from my own mouth, "Do you know Wang Wei?"

"Yeah."

No wonder I thought his tone of voice sounded weird at the time.

My brain was blank for a while, and I subconsciously searched for Li Bai: A.D. 701-762, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, with the word Taibai and the name Qinglianjushi.

It turned out that Li Bai was only nineteen years old that year, and he was the young Fei Yang who was "a man who is far away from the nobles, and who is willing to fall behind others".

Wu Julan was like this at that time too, right? In the prime of life, poetry and wine are songs, "I am drunk and want to sleep, and I will go, and the Ming Dynasty intends to bring the piano."

I murmured: "Do you know Li Bai?"

"How many times have you drank wine, how many times have you compared swords."

"Where is Du Fu?"

"Because I don't look old, I can't live in one place for a long time, so I have to wander around. In the second year of Shangyuan, I once saw Zimei by the Huanhua River in the middle of Shu."

Wu Julan's expression and tone were very flat, but I didn't dare to ask again. From the prosperity of Kaiyuan to the chaos of Anshi, from the prosperity of singing and dancing to the pain of the world, after reading it for thousands of years, I feel thrilling, sad and regretful, let alone those who are in the middle.

"Since you can't live in one place for a long time, why don't you go back to the sea?"

Wu Julan smiled faintly, "I was too young at that time, and it was the first time I lived on land, so I was so absorbed in my mind that I couldn't do anything about it, but I couldn't let go of anything."

"When did you leave?"

"In the sixth year of Dali, AD 771, I took a boat from the Zhoushan Islands and went east to Japan to visit my old man. When I arrived in Japan, he died of illness. I lived in Tangzhaoti Temple for half a year and returned to the sea. "

From 720 A.D. to 771 A.D., fifty-two years of ups and downs, joys and sorrows, watching countless familiar friends grow old and die. ", all turned into white bones. For Wu Julan, who has a long lifespan and has never been old, it should be equivalent to a few lifetimes. No wonder he sees nothing in the ups and downs, and is indifferent and indifferent.

Suddenly, I understood why it took him thousands of years to land on land again, and it was still a continent without memory. The laughter and sorrow engraved in the memory were too heavy!

I walked up to Wu Julan and hugged him tenderly.

Wu Julan's body trembled imperceptibly, "Aren't you afraid?" His voice was as cold as his body temperature, as if carrying the vicissitudes and heaviness of a thousand years.

I put my head in his arms, and hugged him tightly with my arms, hoping that my warmth could melt a little bit of his coldness, "It is time that scares me, not you."

"But what you can see and touch is me, not time. You are still young now, and you don't think it matters, but what about ten or twenty years later? I am still the same now, what will you become? "Wu Julan stood motionless, her voice was so calm that there was no ups and downs, but her words were as sharp as ice picks, as if they were going to stab hard into my heart.

At this moment, I really hated Wu Julan's rationality and coldness. He refused to let me get confused or escape, and always laid everything out in front of me.

I obviously felt his feelings for me, but he mercilessly tried to push me away again and again, forcing me to give up my feelings and give up on him!

I was silent for a long time and said: "I will grow old and ugly."

"I can't live in one place for a long time, you have to follow me, no friends, no home, and then my existence will be your worst nightmare. Old and ugly, you will hate me, Fear me, try your best to escape from me." Wu Julan smiled and pushed me away while saying cruel words.

I grabbed his hand subconsciously, not wanting him to leave, but at this moment, my hand was colder than his.

"Shen Luo, don't waste your short life on me, go find a man who really suits you!" Wu Julan pulled my hand away indifferently and relentlessly, "Wait until we find out who is targeting you, confirm After you have nothing to do with me, I will leave, so you can treat it as a dream that you met me!"

I was so dizzy that I walked out of the study like sleepwalking and went back to my bedroom.

The room was pitch black, and my heart felt suffocated and stuffy. With a few "swish swishes", I drew all the curtains and opened all the windows. The cool evening wind rushed in all at once, causing the papers on the table to fly and the curtains to flutter.

I curled up on the rattan chair in front of the window, looking at the full moon in the sky for a long time.

The moon from thousands of years ago should look similar to the moon tonight!

However, people can't do it. Life, old age, sickness and death, none of them can escape. A woman's youth is even more limited. Ten years later, I will be thirty-six years old. If I take good care of myself, I can still say that I am a young lady and still have a charming charm, but what about twenty years later? What does a forty-six-year-old woman look like? What does a fifty-year-old woman look like?

At that time, what was it like standing with Wu Julan, who had a long lifespan and was not old?

The most beautiful vow of love in China is "hold your hand and grow old with you". If you can't even grow old together, is the hand you hold still the lover's hand?

I smiled sadly and helplessly.

I thought I mustered up all my courage, faced this relationship with confidence, and made up my mind that no matter how many doubts and uncertainties there are between me and him, we can slowly understand and communicate slowly, so that Time to beat all doubts and uncertainties.

However, it never occurred to me that the biggest problem between us is "time".

What should I use to beat time?

Even Wu Julan, who has a millennium of wisdom and is almost omnipotent, doesn't know what to do about this problem, so he deliberately said sharply like "you are old and ugly" to hurt me and force me give up.

Intellectually, I agree with Wu Julan's decision. Since the future is a narrower and narrower dead end, destined to hurt everyone, we should indeed choose to give up.

However, emotionally, I only know that I like him, and he also likes me. I am willing to accept his inhuman identity, and he does not reject me as an ordinary human woman, why can't we be together?

The darker the night, the cooler the wind, but I seem to have turned into a stone sculpture, sitting in front of the window, blowing the cool wind.

Suddenly, I sneezed violently a few times, and I was so embarrassed that I had to stand up to smoke a facial tissue.

After wiping my nose, I picked up the phone on the table and took a look. It was four o'clock in the morning in ten minutes.

I sat by the window for six or seven hours unknowingly. No wonder my nose was so cold that my nose was runny, but I don’t know which nerve of mine failed, but I didn’t feel cold at all.

I leaned on the window sill and looked out the window: under the moonlight, the dragon spit pearl flowers are bright and clean, moving with the wind;

I thought of Wu Julan sitting lazily among the flowers, quietly watching the falling flowers, and couldn't help but put his hand on his heart, and sighed silently.

I'm not Wu Julan, I don't have his rationality, let alone his indifference to others and himself. Maybe no matter how long I think about it, I still can't figure out whether I should give up rationally or stick to it.

However, falling in love is a matter between two people, no matter what I think, Wu Julan seems to have made a decision...Suddenly, my heart moved.

Wu Julan forced me to give up, did he give up?

After saying so many cruel words, knowing that it will hurt me, am I the only one who can't sleep at night?

In an instant, I made a desperate decision, leaving the undecidable things to fate to decide-if I called Wu Julan at this time, and he responded, then fate told me not to give up! If he doesn't respond, then fate tells me that I should... give up!

I leaned my head to the window, put my hand to my mouth, and wanted to call him. However, I was so nervous that my hands and feet were weak, my heart was beating wildly, and my throat was so dry that I didn't make a sound.

Am I really going to put my fate and my future on a single call?

What if, what if...he was already asleep and couldn't hear me at all, or he heard it, but he didn't want to respond to me?

I took a few deep breaths before calming down a little.

In the midst of fear, I mustered up all my courage, and facing the misty night outside the window, I called softly: "Wu, Wu... Wu Julan." Because I was too nervous, my voice sounded sandy and rough. Dumb and trembling.

Originally, I thought that I would have to go through a painful wait before I could get an answer, but I didn't expect it at all. As soon as my voice fell, I heard Wu Julan's voice from the downstairs window, "What's the matter with you?" ? Where is it uncomfortable?"

I froze in astonishment.

A moment later, while covering my mouth and smiling excitedly and joyfully, I slipped limply and fell to my knees on the ground.

I lay on the floor, shrunk into a ball, covered my face with my hands, tears streaming down my face silently.

You are downstairs, leaning on the railing to face the wind.

I am upstairs, looking at the moon by the window.

Two broken hearts, but it is a kind of lovesickness.

You let me give up?

No! I don't give up!

I was ecstatically covering my face and weeping, when Wu Julan flew in from the window without a sound.

When he saw me kneeling on the floor, he rushed over and hugged me, "What's wrong with you?"

I held him, shaking my head and just crying.

He doesn't understand, I'm not uncomfortable, but I'm too happy, too joyful, I'm worried about him, I'm worried about him.

He touched my forehead and said angrily: "You have a fever! Now I know it's uncomfortable, why don't you know how to think about it when the cold wind blows?"

Look at me silent and crying all the time. He took my hand, felt my pulse, and asked softly, "Where is the pain?"

I shook my head, choked up and said, "No, I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere."

He was puzzled, "Why are you crying if you don't feel bad?"

I cried and laughed and said: "Because you heard my cry, because you can't sleep..."

Wu Julan seems to understand what I'm talking about, his expression tightened, his brows became frosty again, he withdrew the hand that was holding my pulse, and said coldly: "I have a bad cold."

He picked me up, put me on the bed, covered me with the quilt, and turned around to leave.

I immediately grabbed his hand and looked at him with red eyes and teary eyes.

His cold expression loosened a bit, and he said helplessly, "I'll go get the antipyretics."

I let go, and he closed all the windows and drew all the curtains before going downstairs to get the medicine.

After a while, he came up with antipyretics, poured me a glass of warm water, and asked me to take the medicines first.

He handed the electronic thermometer to my mouth, motioning for me to **** it.

A few seconds later, he took out the thermometer, glanced at the number displayed, frowned, and said to me: "The medicine you just took will make you drowsy, so sleep well."

I don't know if it's because of the effect of the medicine or because of the fever, my whole body starts to feel weak, and I don't even have the strength to open my eyes. I gradually closed my eyes and fell asleep.

However, I have been sleeping restlessly, and it has been painful from head to toe, from the inside out. For a while, it was like being roasted on the stove, and the whole body was smoking; for a while, it was like falling into an ice cellar, and the whole body was shivering with cold.

Dizzy, I feel that someone has been taking good care of me. My brain is in a daze, I don't have the strength to think at all, I can't figure out who he is, but I am happy for no reason, it seems that as long as he is by my side, even if I have been so painful that I am sometimes roasted and sometimes frozen, I am willing.

When I opened my eyes, the room was dimly lit, so I couldn't tell how long I had slept.

Wu Julan sat on the wicker chair next to the bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep. As soon as I struggled to move, he opened his eyes.

My throat felt dry and sore, as if it had been smoked. I opened my mouth, but didn't say a word.

Wu Julan immediately understood what I meant, and brought a glass of warm water to my mouth.

I gulped down half a cup, and the feeling of thirst subsided, but I still felt a burning pain in my throat. Combined with the symptoms of top-heavy and body weakness, it seems that my cold is really serious this time.

I said hoarsely: "How could it be so serious?"

Wu Julan ridiculed: "After soaking in sea water all night and blowing cold wind all night, do you think you are made of iron? You are lucky that you didn't get pneumonia."

He opened the curtains, and I realized that the sun was shining brightly outside, it should have been noon.

Wu Julan asked: "Are you hungry? I made porridge."

"No, yes." I was dizzy, very uncomfortable, and had no appetite.

Wu Julan walked to the table, opened the earthen pot, filled a small bowl of thin porridge, "Drink a little."

I didn't want to disobey him, so I pulled myself together and sat up.

While drinking the porridge slowly, I secretly watched Wu Julan. He hasn't had a good rest for several days, but his face is the same as usual, and there is no trace of fatigue.

After I finished my porridge, I said to Wu Julan, "Go and rest, don't worry about me. I have been in good health since I was a child, and I rarely get sick. Even if I do, I will recover soon."

Wu Julan stared at me quietly for a moment, ignored me, turned around and picked up a bowl, handed it to me, "Take medicine."

It turned out to be a bowl of black Chinese medicine. I felt bitter when I smelled it. I was about to say "It's just a cold, just take some western medicine." Prescription?

I tentatively asked: "The medicine you prescribed?"

Wu Julan responded with a faint "Yes".

I don't like to take traditional Chinese medicine anymore, and I dare not dislike this bowl of medicine. I held the bowl, took a sip, and immediately frowned, it was too bitter and unpalatable! But looking at Wu Julan, I didn't dare to say a word, I held my breath and drank it in one gulp. When I put down the bowl, I only felt bitter and astringent in my mouth, and immediately looked for water anxiously.

Wu Julan stood by the bed, holding a glass of water, looked at me coldly, but refused to hand me the water.

I looked at him pitifully, "Water!"

He said coldly: "I know the feeling of being sick is not good, so I will make a memory in the future. Will you open the window and blow the cold wind next time?"

I suspected that the bowl of traditional Chinese medicine was so bitter that he was deliberately punishing me, but he didn't dare to say anything, and shook his head obediently, expressing that he would never do it again.

He finally handed me the water glass, and I quickly drank a few mouthfuls of water, swallowing the bitter taste in my mouth.

Wu Julan said: "The medicine has a hypnotic effect. If you feel sleepy, you can continue to sleep."

I lay down for a while, feeling that my eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and I fell asleep again in a daze.

However, this time, I didn't feel hot and cold for a while, and I slept very soundly. Eat and take medicine when you wake up, and go back to sleep after eating.

The next evening, when I woke up again, except that my body was still a little limp and my throat was a little uncomfortable, I was almost healed. I have always been like this since I was a child. My body is better than Datou and the miracle doctor. I rarely get sick, and even if I get sick, I get better quickly.

I squinted my eyes and looked at Wu Julan quietly. He was sitting on the wicker chair next to the bed, probably feeling a little bored, holding a notebook and a few pencils, scribbling on it.

I propped up my hands, sat up, picked up the water glass on the bedside table, and looked at Wu Julan while drinking.

He glanced at me to see that I could take care of myself, lowered his head, and continued to daub.

I put down the water glass and asked with a smile, "Are you drawing? What are you painting?"

Wu Julan handed me the notebook in his hand without saying a word. I took it with a smile, and flipped through the pages, the smile gradually disappearing from my face.

Wu Julan drew three sketches, all of which are me and him, but me and him of different ages.

The first one is me and Wu Julan now. I was lying on the hospital bed, and he stood by and took care of me. He looked like a man taking care of a young lover, with a warm and sweet look.

The second one is Wu Julan and me more than ten years later. I lay haggard and painful on the hospital bed, and he stood by and took care of me, looking like a son taking care of his mother.

The third picture is me and Wu Julan decades later. I was lying dying on the hospital bed with goose skin and white hair, and he stood by and took care of me, looking like a grandson taking care of his grandmother.

It is just a sketch in black and white, but Wu Julan's painting skills are very superb, each drawing is detailed and lifelike, making people feel like looking at a real photo.

After I saw the last picture, I raised my head pale and stared at Wu Julan.

His rationality always makes him cold after being gentle. If every time he was kind to me, he accidentally gave me a reason to persist in his feelings for him, he would definitely do something to hurt me immediately, and give me more reasons to give up this feeling.

Although I clearly know that he did this not because he was ruthless to me, but my heart still feels like being pierced by a sharp knife, and the blood is dripping with pain.

I stretched out my hand with a heavy heart, wanting to hand the notebook back to Wu Julan.

He glanced lightly, did not answer, and looked at me expressionlessly, "These three pictures are all for you, and I gave them to you."

I bit my lip tightly, and the hand holding the notebook was trembling slightly.

He turned a blind eye, stood up, and said coldly: "Dinner is ready, you can come down and eat after changing your clothes."

When he left, my hand that had been outstretched in the air suddenly dropped, and the notebook fell to the ground with a "snap".

I hugged my knees and curled up on the bed, shaking uncontrollably. The three vivid pictures are more lethal than any words. He forced me to see the cruelty of the future and reminded me that this is the reality I must face. Change.

I was staring at the notebook on the floor, wanting to close my eyes and stop looking at it, but the reality is that no matter how I escape, it will happen sooner or later.

Gritting my teeth, I bent down suddenly and picked up the notebook from the ground.

Wu Julan, if this is the future you want me to see clearly, I will see it carefully!

Restraining my fear and resistance, I opened the notebook and slowly read the three pictures from beginning to end.

If you still don't see it clearly, then read it again!

If you still dare not look directly at yourself in the picture, then look at it again!

Still scared, watch it again!

…

I masochistically looked at three pictures over and over again.

Back and forth, over and over again, I seem to be really brought into the long river of time by these three pictures, young, middle-aged, old... time is not waiting for me, time is ruthless, I am getting old, he is loud still.

I closed my eyes and thought about each picture silently.

After a long time, I got out of bed suddenly, went to the desk, picked up a pen, and wrote a paragraph in the blank space of each picture.

Putting down the pen, I walked briskly into the bathroom and decided to take a hot shower.

After washing all the sweat stains, it seems that all the germs have been washed away, and I feel that my whole body is lightened, and I feel refreshed.

I dried my hair, braided it into a braid, arranged it carefully, put on my favorite dress, and put on a necklace I made myself. The necklace is the black pearl that Wu Julan gave me.

Because my face still looks sick, I put on BB cream, loose powder, and some blush to make myself look better.

I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt pretty good about myself, I picked up my notebook and went downstairs.

The night is dark outside the window, and the lights are bright inside the window.

Wu Julan sat at the dinner table, waiting for me quietly.

When he went downstairs, it was still light, and he had to wait for more than two hours, until it was dark and the food was cold, but he was not impatient.

I stopped, stood in the yard, and looked at him through the window.

He raised his eyes and looked at me. I believe he must have imagined my various reactions, but he never thought that my full blood resurrection ability is so strong. , appeared brightly and brightly.

He was obviously taken aback, so I smiled at him.

I walked into the kitchen, sat down on the seat next to him, and put the notebook squarely on the table.

I calmly said: "I have carefully read the three pictures you sent me. As a reward, I will give you three sentences."

I pushed the notebook in front of him, he hesitated, and opened it.

Three pictures, three sentences.

Every sentence is written squarely in the blank space of each picture.

The first picture: The so-called Yiren is on the side of the water. Backtracking from it, the road is long and obstructive. Backtracking from it, Wan is in the middle of the water.

The second picture: The so-called Yiren is in the Mee of the water. Follow it back and forth, the road blocks and joins. Backtracking from it, Wan is in the water.

The third picture: The so-called Yiren is in the water. Go back from the road, resistance and right. From the back of the tour, Wan is in the water.

Wu Julan flipped through them one by one, frowned, and looked at me suspiciously, not understanding what my words had to do with his pictures.

I leaned closer to him, lowered my head, and flipped through the three pictures without hesitation, and said: "The three pictures are all when I am in poor health, weak and weak, and most need someone to take care of me. The first one, when I was young and bright, you were there."

I turned to the second picture, "When I am middle-aged and my face is withered, you are there."

I turned to the third picture, "When I am old and goosebumps, you are still there."

I looked up at Wu Julan, and said softly: "You know what? There are four words that can exactly describe the meaning expressed in these three pictures—never leave and never give up!"

Wu Julan was completely stunned by my divine performance, and looked at me blankly for a moment, and just about to refute, I immediately said: "I know, that's not what you originally meant! But you wrote 'Little Bible' 'The Gibran said, 'If you want to understand him, don't listen to what he said, but listen to what he didn't say.' What you draw subconsciously is your truest heart, no matter what I say So, when I needed you, you never thought of abandoning me."

For the first time, Wu Julan, who has always been sharp in response and sharp in speech, was speechless by me.

I tapped the notebook lightly and said: "Never leave, never give up, is the best love oath I can think of, thank you! My love oath to you is three sentences, borrowed from ancient poems!"

I smiled and said: "You must know more about the things of the ancients than I do! In the middle of the water. No matter whether it is upstream or downstream, he is always out of reach, elusive but unattainable."

I made a face at Wu Julan, "But, it doesn't matter! He has promised to never leave me, and he will wait for me until I overcome all the difficulties and dangers he set for me and come to him. "

Wu Julan had a startled expression and sharp eyes, staring at me like a monster.

I didn't give an inch, and kept staring at him.

I am not the kind of woman who "abandon self-esteem and desperate for love", nor the kind of woman who "even if you don't love me, I will love you silently for the rest of my life". If I really love the wrong person, even if I have to endure the pain of cutting my heart out, I will definitely be able to do it if you are ruthless and I will quit!

However, if you never leave, I can only live and die with you!

After a long time, Wu Julan supported his forehead, sighed weakly, and murmured: "I really don't know whether you are a monster or I am a monster."

I thought about it carefully, and said seriously: "Probably all of them! Haven't you heard a sentence on the Internet? The best products appear in pairs!"

Wu Julan laughed angrily at me, "Shen Luo, no matter what I say, do you have the cheek to misinterpret it into what you want?"

I said cheekily: "It's not a misunderstanding, but I'm a virtuous and intelligent person, and I've seen through what you don't want to say, or dare not say!"

I pointed to the chicken-skinned, white-haired, old and weak me in the third picture, and asked confidently: "When you drew these pictures, did you ever have the slightest thought of abandoning me? Not at all! In the future you imagined, even if I have become old and ugly, slow to move, clumsy to react, and you are still taking care of me and accompanying me!"

Wu Julan stared at the picture with lowered eyes, without saying a word, a deep sadness gradually filled his eyes.

I also stared at the picture, no longer from my eyes, seeing him who is always not old, but from his eyes, seeing me who is aging and lying on the sick bed.

Sadness filled my heart, and I asked in a low voice, "Is it hard to draw these pictures?"

Wu Julan looked up at me with surprise.

I said: "When you force me to face the future, I have to face it myself. It must be hard to watch me grow old, and even watch me die with your own eyes, but you can't do anything?"

When holding my son's hand but not being able to grow old with him, of course I have to face the cruelty of time and bear the pain brought by time, why not him? Both of our pains, no matter which one is more serious, must have been heart-wrenching. However, in terms of time, he has to take longer. The dead are long gone, and the living still sing elegy!

Wu Julan's expression changed suddenly, it was obvious that my words hit his sore spot.

I gently took his hand.

Wu Julan remained silent and looked out of the window, but his eyes were out of focus, and his eyes fell into the pitch-black void.

After a long time, he withdrew his gaze, stared at me, and said: "Loving someone should be to hope that he will live happily. You know very well that your time is limited. After a short company, you will leave me and give me Leaving long-term pain, why insist on starting? Your love is knowing that the end result will be pain, but you still start selfishly?"

His voice was calm and clear, without a trace of fireworks, just like snowflakes falling silently and long in the cold sky, but freezing the whole world.

I anxiously wanted to say something to deny his questioning, but my heart was blank, and I couldn't think of anything to say.

For a long time, I have always considered Wu Julan's inhuman identity from my own point of view. He is different from human beings in his long life span and ageless appearance, and asked myself whether I have enough courage to accept everything about him.

However, I have neglected to consider his feelings from his point of view.

To him, I am also a non-my race, a heterogeneous species. Compared with his tyrannical life, I still have terrible weaknesses-short lifespan and fragile body. When I think about accepting what he has to take, he has to think about accepting what I have to take.

I always take it for granted that to accept him, I need extraordinary courage, even self-sacrifice, but in fact, he needs extraordinary courage and self-sacrifice to accept me.

Wu Julan's expression returned to his calm and calm look, and he said gently: "Eat, take care of your body first!"