My girlfriend is from the future!

Chapter 215 Rashomon of Life ([-])

What year is this eve.

This sentence really awakened the dreamer. Regarding the year, this topic is as if He Tianran has forgotten the memories related to his family in the future. If no one deliberately mentioned it, or there was no strong explicit guidance, he would not be able to notice it at all. a little.

It's funny to say that I traveled to 12 years later, but I don't know which year it was, and I never cared about it.

Wen Liang traveled through time last year, and that prank should have happened last year, but what year was last year?
The new game trailers and announced movies only indicate that they will be released or released on a certain day in a few years. The post-zero and zero generation has become the collective name of their generation. Zero, in this world, in this society, everyone seems to have agreed on it, and no one will bother with specific numbers.

After the Year of the Ox is the Year of the Tiger, after the Year of the Tiger is the Year of the Rabbit, 12 years cycle, even the details of the year are gone on the ID card.

Everything was as normal as it always was, as it should be.

When the concept of time becomes blurred, can the so-called "time travel" really be called "time travel"?

If the scale of time can be forgotten and ignored, then is the "real" world we are in now really "reality"?

He Tianran didn't know, because he was born in such a world, year after year.

But at this moment, he really felt a sense of disobedience from the bottom of his heart, thinking that this was wrong and illogical.

Perhaps, I really answered the verse: All appearances are illusory, and all conditioned phenomena are like dreams and bubbles, like dew or electricity, and should be viewed in this way.

Perhaps, the original Wen Liang told her the answer long ago, what happened in reality is just like what she said, time travel is false, rebirth is false, it is false that someone will love you, and it is false to learn to love others by yourself , in fact, He Tianran died a long time ago, and everything he encounters now is nothing but a bubble of life at the dying moment, an extravagant hope and obsession that cannot be expected.

All kinds of delusional thoughts in He Ranran's mind are like a mess of hemp growing continuously, they are woven into a net, enveloping his sanity, making He Tianran doubt everything that can be doubted...

What is the grotesque space that exists by blurring time?
hell?
However, the paper texture brought by the fingertips brushing the pages, the clearly interlaced folds on the back of the hands and the blood vessels that are gradually turning green due to excitement, the temperature brought by the autumn wind sweeping past the ears, the rustling of the withered yellow leaves in the mountains, Are the five senses and six consciousnesses brought about by the eyes, ears, mouth, nose, tongue, body, and mind, what I have seen and heard over the years, all false?
He Tianran smiled.

He grinned, gasped, and laughed silently.

What reality and illusion, what hell and heaven.

These are really unimportant to him. After two time travels, most of the memories of his life have appeared in his mind. He no longer cares where he is now. He is not a Buddha who has seen through life and death. An ordinary person tormented by emotions and desires, and entangled with cause and effect...

"That mage...where is he?"

He Tianran kept his only sense of reason and asked deep questions.

The little monk chanted the Buddha's name and said, "Master said, he is waiting for you at the place where he first met you."

He Tianran looked towards the solemn Ksitigarbha Hall, "Is he in the hall?"

The little monk shook his head and repeated: "He said that he will wait for you at the place where he first met you."

The man withdrew his gaze, already thinking about it.

He turned around and was about to leave, but the little monk behind him stopped him again: "He benefactor, if you don't enter the hall, then Master has another sentence, let me bring it to you..."

"what?"

"Women are greedy for love, men are greedy for life."

"..."

He Tianran suddenly stopped in his tracks. After experiencing the turbulent waves in his heart, his eyes were ashen, and his face gradually became calm. Instead of asking about the meaning of these eight words, he calmly said:
"Little master, please ask me, what is the name of that sorcerer?"

The little monk clasped his hands together and said respectfully:
"My teacher took refuge in the Three Jewels. Although the layman's name has long been abandoned, he still takes the word 'natural' as his dharma name."

While the little monk was saying these words, a figure brushed past the two of them with a gust of wind. He Tianran looked at them impressively, only the back of the man remained in his eyes, and he dared not move even a little bit!

The man was not walking fast, and every step was a little heavy. He walked up the steps step by step, paused before the Buddhist hall, and finally lifted his foot, crossed the threshold of the main hall, and placed himself on the ground. Below, in the center of the Buddha Hall, and then suddenly looking back...

It was a calm face that was exactly the same as He Tianran's at the moment.

The two He Tianran, one in front of the Buddha and the other outside the hall, suddenly there was no sound between the heaven and the earth, they just looked at each other from a distance, as if they could read from each other's eyes that they had something to say. Silent shouts and prayers—

"Come in."

"go out."

This was another choice that belonged to He Ranran.

In other words, this is another kind of ending that his life should have.

However, He Tianran, who was standing outside the hall, was silent for a long time, and suddenly turned around, choosing to go in the opposite direction from the direction he came from in the hall, and gradually drifted away.

……

……

Where you meet for the first time, the focus is not on the location, but on the first time.

However, this first time, in different world lines, the corresponding time is different. He Tianran has seen that mage once in the past and in the future, but he can't find him at this moment.

"The name of the law is natural... That mage... Could it be me in another timeline?"

The two times he traveled through time and space were all thanks to the prayer beads given by the sorcerer, and now he used the mouth of the young monk to remind himself of this dreamlike time mirage, although He Tianran asked himself, But I have already seen some clues in my heart.

Since the Buddhist beads have been thrown into the lead-washing pool by Cao Aiqing, there is... only one way to travel through again.

He Tianran stood in the long pavilion outside the mountain, looking at the abyss, the mountain wind howling under his feet, they wrapped the vicissitudes of the vegetation in the mountain, turned into endless sorrow, blowing the boy's clothes, caressing the boy's eyebrows and eyes , raised the man's hair.

The past and the present, the present and the future, two time travels, a good life and a bad life, a life memory of nearly 50 years, 72 times of painting the ground as a prison, inner pain and contradictions and repeated trade-offs, changes in beliefs and changes in human nature , and so on seem to be mixed together in one place, and only in this way can the current He Tianran be concretized.

In fact, as early as after the fusion of the two memories, after embracing Wen Liang that night, He Tianran had already realized something...

Since returning from military training, he has spoken less and less, and he has become more and more unfamiliar with himself. Under the appearance of a young man, there is a heart that is gradually aging. He is like a rickety old horse. Wen Liang's infatuation and paranoia, Ai Qing's lingering and temptation, were crazily compressed into two whips in this extremely short period of time, whipping his spirit on the verge of collapse all the time, urging him to rush to the next crossroads mouth.

But these are not their faults, this is what I should do and bear.

Only now, this old horse who doesn't know his way doesn't want to go anymore.

Because he seemed to sense that there was no light ahead.

When the daily life becomes impermanent, and the concrete is just an illusion, then no matter what he chooses, it is wrong.

He Tianran's guilt towards Cao Aiqing is much heavier than anyone imagined. Now he can't wholeheartedly respond to Wen Liang's love for him. As a result, the two of them have worked hard to be together, and have What's the point?

Such a self is not worthy of any of them to love.

He was very aware of this from beginning to end.

"...If you jump from here, will everything return to the original point?"

Standing on the edge of the cliff, He Tianran looked down at the abyss under his feet. The height of the wall, the jagged rocks under the cliff, and the unbelievably real sense of suspension from the soles of his feet made his legs tremble unconsciously. Played a pendulum.

Women are greedy for love, men are greedy for life.

Of course He Tianran was afraid of death, and he was so afraid of death.

At this moment, all kinds of flashes and excuses came to his mind, one after another...

What if the world is real?

What if, instead of starting all over again, one jumps off from here, it ends there?
The fear of death gradually occupied the high ground of his heart. He Tianran took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Just as he was about to make a decision, besides his own rapid heartbeat, he heard another kind of sound...

Drip, drip, drip...

This is the sound of a clock turning.

He opened his eyes, and slowly took out something from his coat pocket...

It was the pocket watch that Cao Aiqing gave him.

He Tianran has been carrying this thing with him since the two of them established their relationship.

He opened the cover of the watch and watched the seconds on the pocket watch dragging the minute and hour hands forward stubbornly. They overlapped and separated again and again...

He Tianran's eyes seemed to have thought of something, so in the passing of a minute and a second, some of his spirits recovered.

"You have already stepped on the threshold, and you are only one step away from liberation. Now you will enter the pure land, and retreat to the mundane world. Why are you still hesitating and refusing to give up?"

Suddenly, a foreign voice seemed to come from all directions. He Tianran hurriedly closed the watch cover in his hand, and the precipitous scenery in front of him suddenly began to distort and change. In this breath, he returned to the front of the Dizang Hall again, and returned When he was overwhelmed, he found that he had already stepped on the threshold of the Buddhist hall with one foot!
It turned out that no matter whether he entered the palace or went to the pavilion, even though the directions were different, the purpose was the same.

He wanted to be freed.

He Ranran put the pocket watch back into his pocket, and gave a bitter smile: "Jumping off the cliff to pieces, and entering the temple to become a Buddha, in fact, there is no difference, they are all just avoiding problems."

In the hall, the old monk sitting upright smiled kindly and said, "Are you still afraid of death? Maybe you can enter the hall, and I can give you another chance to bring everything back to the original point."

He Tianran nodded, shook his head again, and finally waved his hand.

The old monk said with a knife: "If you just stand at the door, your relationship with the Buddha will be over."

He Tianran calmly resolved: "I am full of anger now, I want to seek relief, but I can't be relieved, I can't go in and out, it's just right."

"Don't plan to go back again? If you don't get involved in this karma in the first place, you and them will be much more at ease."

He Tianran pondered for a moment when he heard the words: "Actually, that's what I thought at the last moment, but I changed my mind again, whether it is to sink into reincarnation, or to enter this labyrinth called life, whether it is through death , or extravagantly begging for Weili's mercy, what I'm looking for has always been the exit, not the entrance. If you send me back, is it an act of putting the cart before the horse?

Ai Qing said that her youth has no flaws, so she can’t use correction fluid. She is braver than me, so I have to correct my own ideas. What is the score of life?In the final analysis, it is better to go through it all in one go, after swaying freely and freely, draw a full stop at the end calmly. "

The old monk smiled, looked at the young man at the door, and uttered a word:

"good."

"I was outside the hall just now and saw another self walking into the hall. What is that?"

"Previous karma."

He Tianran asked with a smile again: "Then what would happen if I really jumped off the cliff just now?"

"You have jumped down three times and entered the palace twelve times."

He Ranran was slightly stunned, and said softly: "Then I think, these fifteen times, none of the endings I want..."

The old monk sat there and the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, shook his head and said: "There is no right or wrong in all choices. They are nothing more than gaining wisdom, gaining wisdom, begging for luck, burning incense, and sitting in meditation."

He Tianran was silent for a long while, "Can you tell me what happened in the future?"

"Which part do you want to hear?"

"...I want to hear from you."

"Amitabha……"

The old monk clasped his hands together and looked directly at He Tianran. The next second, the boy's body twitched violently. The severe pain made him scream, his knees softened, and he fell to his knees. In his mind, Countless strange pictures appeared one after another——

In that future, Wang Ma will die of a heart disease inherited from her family, and with her death, it means that the only bridge between her and her family will collapse, and at her funeral, she and He Panshan will have a big fight , After that, the relationship with his relatives was completely broken, and he lived a muddle-headed life until he was 31 years old.

During this period, I was still scheming about Wen Liang, using her to feel guilty about me, making her care about me, sympathize with me, and draw closer to each other bit by bit; for Ai Qing, I knew that we were not meant to be together, but I was still wishful thinking to the point of morbidity. At this point, from a victim of violence to a bully, secretly fanning the flames, controlling her life, thinking that everything she does is for her good.

The difference is that without the bright young man appearing out of nowhere, everything becomes even darker.

There is no novel called "Picking All the Cold Branches and Not Reluctant to Habitat", only one script "I have thoughts in a long way", but due to lack of funds, it has not been able to start.

As for the ending of the script, I changed the draft three times, and I have been unable to write it for a long time, because when Wen Liang was attacked by the whole network, I stood up as a victim and said that there was no evidence of bullying experience in her student days. It’s nothing but fiction, and now I wrote a script myself, but I have to tell everyone that it’s based on my own experience. This is really full of black humor...

If the script could be filmed, it should have been the best revenge for Wen Liang's prank, but he hesitated.

Although he repeatedly denied it in his heart, the fact is that he has indeed fallen in love with Wen Liang again during these years.

How to modify the content of the story while retaining the structure of the script has become the primary task. I am still running between major film and television companies and investors. , also happened at this time...

Due to the leak of the early version of the script, the film was confirmed to be released soon. The most ridiculous thing is that they forcibly twisted the roles of the two heroines in the story into one!
Seeing that my hard work has been taken over by doves, and even the title of the play has not been changed, I am in a hurry, and I am about to initiate a plagiarism lawsuit, but at this time, the sad news of Cao Aiqing's death follows...

(End of this chapter)