I Became an Anonymous Boss

Knife town wind and snow, natural sanctification.

To be revered as a saint does not mean that one has reached the realm of a saint through cultivation, but rather a detachment of the realm of thought.

The young man stayed in the mountain temple for a night, met the rumored martyr, chatted with him all night, and then walked back with his bags on his back.

Without him, only autistic.

It's not correct to say that you are autistic, it's just that your mentality is out of balance, and after being taught a lesson, you feel useless.

The sophistry and eloquence of modern people can be said to be eloquent, the reason does not make sense, and they only care about exporting emotions.

He used to be very good at this kind of concept swapping, and felt that his eloquence could be said to be eloquent, but after thinking about it, he found that many arguments were not tenable at all, and they were all wishful thinking in the air, bubbles that would burst when poked.

Lie Sheng gave a four-character evaluation, completely sinking the last trace of luck of the youth.

He also has no intention of continuing to go deep into the snowy region, to admire the peerless beauty of the snowy country.

With its tail clamped, like a broken sword, it embarked on a dazed way back.

The collapse of a person's mentality does not happen overnight.

Losing the sword bone, sword intent, and sword way, he is not much better than ordinary people. Looking at the world from the perspective of ordinary people again, he has another completely different experience, feeling its profound cruelty, and feeling Arriving at the arrogance of going his own way in the past.

Think of the blood and fire on the battlefield.

Think of the street vendors yelling hard.

Think of the dying struggles of the demonic heretics.

In fact, everyone is the same, they are all struggling to live and live like a human being.

Whether the young man is enlightened or depressed, he can't say for himself.

But he also felt regretful that he had to turn back after failing to complete this journey.

The road ahead is coming to an end, passing through this pass is the dividing line between Yangchun Baixue.

Once you pass through this pass and continue to move forward, where should you go?

He thought sadly, maybe after this trip is over, there is no need to come back.

Perhaps it is more suitable for me to stay in the real world and be an ordinary person.

Youth moves on.

Walking through the landscape where the snow is gradually melting, and walking through the ancient pass.

Silently plan to leave, maybe once I leave this time, I won't come back.

As he thought about it, he unconsciously saw a familiar figure in his eyes.

The golden sunlight pierced through the clouds, cleared all the darkness, and cast the light on the ground, wisps of gold outlined her silhouette and back, like a layer of golden morning light.

She stood in the sun, her eyes were as bright and clear as ice and snow melting.

The young man stopped in his footsteps, a little stunned.

He couldn't help asking: "Why are you here?"

She replied naturally: "Wait for you."

"...?" The young man was full of doubts: "I said, did I come back at this time?"

"No, but I feel that way," she said. "I think you should be back soon."

"It's a good feeling... If you miss even one day, you will have to wait in vain." The young man saw her stay here, and his mood was like the melting ice and snow, seeing the sun after a long absence.

"No." She said so confidently: "I will definitely wait for your son."

"Ha..." The young man smiled, and didn't know what to say. He felt that there should be a lot to say, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know what to say. After all, he hadn't seen each other for more than half a year, and he was already a little rusty. words.

He has already reflected on himself, and he no longer has the mentality of a time traveler when he was aloof. His sense of superiority and arrogance have been thrown into the shredder and turned into scum.

Looking at Yan Qixia now, you will feel that she is very dazzling, she is different from the past, she has changed a lot, she is more beautiful and more confident.

But he himself is decadent, his eyes are almost the same as rotten fish eyes, he stays up all night playing games and staying at home for a year or two, but he can't get out of his eyes, tired, slumped, and no longer has the energy of the past Excited.

Seeing him like this, Yan Qixia smiled instead.

She smiled happily.

Not ridicule, but a kind of emotion.

It's almost like a replica of the situation back then, except that they exchanged identities.

It was she who was trapped in the cage back then, and he was outside the cage; now she is standing in the sun, while he is in the snow.

Yan Qixia turned sideways, pointed at the carriage beside her, and asked, "Sit for a while?"

The young man looked at the carriage: "It looks very expensive."

"It's really expensive, it's worth a thousand gold." Yan Qixia lazily stretched her waist, and said a few words to convey the change of time: "In the past six months, I have done a lot of business, and I am very tired from running around. .”

"Hmm." The young man didn't have any stories to share. Most of the scenery he saw in the past six months were things that he didn't like to mention. In the past, he was the one who should talk endlessly, but now he is also the one who is silent.

"Would you like something to eat?" Yan Qixia asked, "Young master must be hungry after walking for so long."

"Basic food, clothing, housing and transportation are not difficult for me." The young man rolled his eyes: "Do you really think of me as a beggar? Sorry, I eat and live very well."

"Yeah, I can see it." Yan Qixia nodded: "The clothes are so clean, I feel very sorry for not being able to see the ragged young master."

"You're such a bad joke, Comrade Yan Qixia." The young man complained, "You came here specially to see my jokes?"

"Do you mind, sir?"

"Of course, I don't want to lose face, do I?"

"But I was seen by the young master when I was at my worst." Yan Qixia raised her almost flawless face: "I never cared about it."

"That's different..." The young man looked away, shook his head and said, "That's your own credit, you didn't even think about giving up while lying in the dungeon."

"Then, do you want to give up, Young Master?" Yan Qixia asked softly, "You're not leaving the rivers and lakes anymore?"

"..." The young man didn't answer, but the tiredness in his eyes had revealed his inner voice.

"Where is your son going next?" Yan Qixia continued to ask: "Are you considering becoming a son-in-law? There must be many people who are willing."

"No matter how depraved I am, I will never do this." The young man shook his head: "Of course I will stay in my hometown, study hard and improve every day, go back to take a postgraduate entrance examination or become a laborer after graduation, and then..."

"Blind date, marry a wife, have children, live an ordinary life?"

"Or buy a lot of game consoles, raise a cat and a dog, and become a widowed old man from now on." The young man smiled and said, "That's not bad, either."

"Since that's the case..." Yan Qixia asked with a soft smile: "My lord, do you want to go with me?"

"Follow you?" The young man froze.

"Well, go back to Jinling with me." She raised her fingers and began to count all kinds of benefits, and gave a number of high-quality terms: "If you come with me, you will be guaranteed three meals a day, you will have food and lodging, and someone will take care of you. If you want to keep cats and dogs, you can; if you want to work, I have a lot of work to arrange; if you want to idle around, you can give the son a lot of pocket money every day, and you can use it as you like."

"Wait, you treat me like a bad boy?" The young man couldn't laugh or cry: "Are you trying to keep me?"

"As long as you are willing." She said with an intoxicating smile, "I will support you."

She stood in the sun, her smile was warmer than the spring sun.

She stretched out her palm to him, just like he stretched out his hand to the girl in the cage back then.

...It was the son who led me out of the abyss, and you brought me out of the dungeon, and gave me a chance to start my life again.

... Now, it's my turn.

Everything in the world, every drink and peck, is a cycle of cause and effect.

The young man's heart was touched. When he was in his trough, he needed such a person.

The almost slumped eyes regained a little vitality, he covered his eyes, and let out a deep laugh.

"Okay..." He smiled and said, "I'll go with you."

The youth held that hand.

He felt that he should have already held that hand, and that short distance was within reach.

This scene was so painfully etched in his mind that it was impossible for him to forget it.

But when he really stretched out his hand, only coldness climbed to his fingertips.

What the youth grasped was neither warm hands nor warm smiles.

He knelt in the snow, hugging the person who would never come back,

Snow, snow again.

The snow was all over the sky, the pure white silence swallowed up all sounds, and memories turned into screams.

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On the hasty side, there is only room for a farewell.

Even the sound is too soft and shallow to be heard at all.

Bai Taki tore through the wind and snow, and the moment she stepped into this courtyard, Yan Qixia had already closed her eyes.

She fell into the arms of the stranger, but she no longer had any anger.

No more crying, no more laughing, no more breathing, no more living.

she died.

The fatal wound is in the heart.

The woman knelt and sat in a pool of crimson blood. The blood made Bai Xue look like falling rose petals. The red petals were so bright, as if absorbing her lost life and blooming.

Shirataki touched Yan Qixia's face with trembling fingers, it was icy cold, bitingly cold.

"Hey, don't sleep, don't pretend to be asleep."

"You know I'm stingy, don't make such jokes, I'll be angry."

"Qixia, wake up quickly, you will catch a cold if you fall asleep here, go back to sleep, okay? It's fine if you don't want to talk, just blink your eyes, I'll be worried."

Gently pushing Yan Qixia's body, but there was no reaction at all.

She seemed to be asleep, or maybe she was, but she would never wake up again.

However, Bai Taki was stubbornly unwilling to accept the facts, holding his cold palm tightly, still stubbornly instilling true energy.