when you are drunk

Chapter 351. 359. Seeing the world of mortals
The next day, in the early morning of Biyan Villa, it was already bright outside, but with the heavy curtain covering it, the bedroom seemed a bit dark.

Gu Damei didn't fall asleep until two o'clock last night, and now she is lying in the arms of the man, sleeping deeply and deeply.

Mu Linzhi turned sideways and tightened his arms, hugging the beauty even closer.

He lowered his eyes to look at her sleeping face, it was quiet and beautiful, just like the young children he had seen in Wangyan Temple many years ago, there was not much difference.

Mu Linzhi's deep eyes gradually darkened, and his downcast eyes gradually fell on the string of rosary beads on her thin wrist.

He never mentioned his past to anyone, it was as plain as paper, and it was the cemetery he wanted to bury.

However, the memory is like a slush claw, which cannot be forgotten no matter what.

He was born with cloudy eyes and was considered unknown by his parents. He was sent to Beicheng Wangyan since he was born, and no one cared about him.

Ever since he was able to hear the voice, he was ridiculed by countless people.

He was said to be the blind young master of the Ren family, an outcast whose parents had abandoned him.

In the winter when he was 12 years old, it snowed heavily.

Only then did his eyes recover, and he could not see strong light, nor could he look at pure white things for a long time.

The snow in Wangyan that year was three feet deep, and his eyes were still covered with a layer of white, so he couldn't see anything.

The place where he lives is generally not passed by, and it is remote and deserted.There is only one river around that needs to carry water every day, but it has frozen in winter, so there are not many people coming.

At that time, a series of light footsteps suddenly sounded, from far to near, stepping on the snow like crushing dead leaves.

After a while, unhurried, as if with novelty, the footsteps stopped abruptly in front of him.

He frowned slightly, and pursed his thin lips slightly, thinking that some master was coming, then raised his hand and tore off the white in front of his eyes.

The dazzling light passed through, and he was in a trance for a long time before seeing clearly——

The ground was covered with pure white snow like silver, and the person who came was a little girl in a red padded jacket, about seven or eight years old, standing in the snow.

She was wearing a reindeer hat on top of her head, her two antlers were up and down, her little face was flushed, and the tip of her upturned nose was also slightly red, probably because of the cold weather.

Her beautiful apricot eyes blinked curiously, and her eye feathers, which were as thin as a cicada's wings, swayed slightly, with some snowflakes on them.

She ran towards him like this, leaving footprints in the snow.

She looked up at the young man in a dark long gown holding a rosary, her clear eyes were full of novelty towards strangers.

"..." He froze on the spot in astonishment, remained silent, his dark and beautiful eyes gradually flickering.

She was the first person he saw when he opened his eyes away from the darkness.

From the past to the present.

His eyes only saw her.

Once I saw it, I couldn't tolerate anyone else.

At that time, the wind and snow that looked at the smoke, the whiteness of ten miles, the frozen river, and the child in red.

The mountains and rivers are all reflected in his eyes, which is really beautiful.

They didn't speak, just glanced at each other, in a hurry.

The cold wind blew through his hair and gown, he couldn't look at the snow for a long time, so he just closed his eyes, but the rosary in his hand was plucking very fast.

"All appearances are illusory. All are illusory."

He closed his eyes and twisted the rosary beads, silently recited these two sentences in his heart, trying to calm down.

However, she is like a blooming red, branded in people's hearts and engraved in their lives.

Holding the rosary in his hand, he stood still with his eyes closed, until a call from someone else woke him up——

"Qingqing, come back quickly, the temple is so big, what if you get lost again."

The little girl said briskly, and quickly turned her head and ran away on the snow, and there was another string of sparse footprints on the snow.

He opened his eyes again, only to see a red figure left in the snow, small and exquisite, staggered by the cold wind.

He stared blankly into the distance until the touch of red disappeared from his vision and could no longer be seen.

His past was a snow, no one passed by, only she stepped on it.

Still so thorough.

Maybe for her, it was just a casual glance.But for him, it was an unforgettable glimpse.

The heart that had been dusty for a long time stirred up a stormy sea, and it was out of control.

"All appearances are illusory. All are illusory."

He has been chanting these two sentences in his heart, suddenly feeling a little empty, he doesn't understand why he has to say them, and what is the use of saying them.

The masters have taught him fists and feet, and taught him principles.There are astronomy and geography on the top, and belief and history on the bottom.

But never taught him how to resist the seven emotions and six desires.

What is understood, what is not understood.

After meeting, we all understand.

When you see the world of mortals, you will fall into the world of mortals.Knowing lovesickness will harm lovesickness.

(End of this chapter)