If I would have met you, it would have been many years. How do I greet you,
With tears, with silence.
——Byron "Spring Dies"
Linglong thought that her whole life would be like this, with the sun rising and setting and resting, surrounded by the fragrance of herbs. When she got older, she would take in a lot of disciples and grandchildren, and let them spend their days in retirement. She wasn't dissatisfied at all, she just lost a part of her past.
But someone asked her to remember that she thought it was troublesome, afraid of pain, and sad.
He worked step by step, using the wisdom of planning the world to break her heart,
He scratched the surface and said, "Look, it's not difficult to remember."
He said, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. No matter how painful it is, I will be with you."
…
But when I think about the past,
Will I lose my exquisite heart with seven orifices?
Will I miss you, Lu Ming?
…
Many years later, Jiang Chenjing passed out drunk in the largest wine shop in Jincheng.
He murmured: "Childhood sweethearts and so on, they are the most annoying!"