"Then why do I remember this? Isn't this his memory?"
The old man laughed and said, "Someone just doesn't want you to know."
"Who?"
The old man said: "Many people."
A hazy mist rose in front of Lu Jingchuan's eyes, reminding him of the past days when he was seeking immortality, and he fell into a deep sleep in the mist.
After dormant for an extremely long period of time in its life, a gorgeous butterfly struggled to break free from its ugly cocoon. Its confused brain did not allow it to think about anything, and it just kept flying in one direction according to its instinct.
Close, close. It feels hungry.
That smell kept waving to him, calling to it. It didn't know whether it was the smell of life or death, and it found it extremely tempting.
The butterfly flies over the dry grass, over the endless river, and over the fresh flesh and blood being eaten. It just moves forward, it is just a life that lives instinctively.
However, deep in a quiet jungle, in the green shade, it saw a cold fire. It was a bright red fox with a very proud figure. It was swimming freely in the mountains, crossing ravines lightly, its soft hair swaying in the wind.
The butterfly flew past it, and its wings touched the tips of its feathers. Unfortunately, its wings had no touch, the butterfly thought with some pity.
Finally, it found the source of the smell somewhere deeper and darker.
It was an injured fox, and its wound was oozing a liquid the color of stagnant water, which reminded the butterfly of the thick liquid it felt when it was still in its cocoon.
From the fox's blood, he could smell the alluring scent he had smelled when it was born, the scent of food carried by the wind, the scent used to extend its life.
But for some reason, looking at the dark and messy fur of this fox, it remembered the fiery fox just now. The butterfly felt pain for the first time. It was not that it was in pain, but that it felt the pain from the outside world, the pain of others.
It instinctively fell on the dying fox, very hot, the last spark of life burning.
This is... Food? The butterfly greedily sniffed the smell in the air. At this moment, the pain of the outside world had long been forgotten by it. Only the joy that overwhelmed its mind made it uncontrollably excited, and there were many butterflies flying up and down like it gathered around it.
The ruthless water fell from the sky without any warning, and instantly knocked it to the ground, unable to rise again. In the broken sight, a red figure jumped lightly from a distance.
It's a fox, and it only takes one kick to crush it.
Will it do so? The butterfly looked at the shadows getting closer and closer, unaware of its own death.
The shadows were getting closer, and the butterfly lay quietly on the ground. The wind gently pushed its wings back and forth, as if it was playing with a small toy.
In such a vast world, such a small thing has no dignity, but the butterfly did not realize this and still looked at the fox's bright red hair.
Kill me, kill me gently. Butterfly thought.
However, the fox just rolled in front of it, rubbed the ground in front of it, and got a little mud on its smooth fur, but its eyes were still so bright.
Purpose: Witness the love of two people through the long river of history
