Volume 2: A sudden change in the prison, a red-clothed man goes out to find a thief Chapter 233: People should always be a little harder on themselves
Li Si is a very nostalgic person, and this is the case most of the time, so he can never forget things that ordinary people can easily forget.
He would often remember these things inadvertently, and then think of them inadvertently at certain specific times.
This is a good thing, because if the past is wine, the longer it is brewed, the purer it will become, mellow enough to intoxicate, mellow enough to settle, and mellow enough to leave a lingering fragrance in the mouth.
But this is also a bad thing, because if at the end of the drinking, he is the only one left to drink the wine, then the more fragrant the wine is, the more harmful it is to the body. It can make people's livers and intestines broken, and it can also make people feel like their hearts are cut by a knife.
Those things that can't be returned and can't be retained are always like this, the more beautiful they are, the more people don't want to think about them. But they always stay there, just like people's cruelty to themselves, and they just refuse to forget.
In this way, Li Si was really a very cruel person to himself. Because he always remembered those things that were enough to dig out his heart and lungs again and again. Those things that he regretted and could not keep.
The feelings between people are sometimes like a series of non-parallel lines, extending infinitely, finally intersecting, and then continuing to stretch on their own.
If there is nothing wrong, these lines will eventually become a mess. But what if suddenly, all the other lines are broken, what if suddenly, only one line continues extend.
Will it be relaxing, or will it feel lost?
Li Si didn't know what he was thinking. He only knew that he really couldn't forget the things he had written down.
I can't forget the girl who cried and laughed while leaning on his shoulder. I can't forget the dinner in the 30-square-meter house. I can't forget the two of them sitting on the tattered sofa and fantasizing about the future. I can't forget the girl who told him that she wanted to spend her whole life with him. I can't forget her gray-haired appearance when she sat beside his bed.
So how afraid he was, afraid that he would be entangled with something he could never forget.
He was afraid that he would never forget the bowl of Meng Po soup. It was very bitter, much more bitter than the Chinese medicine he hated the most.
Yes, he didn't forget to drink Meng Po soup, he just drank it and it was useless... But he insisted that he forgot, because he thought that as long as he drank it one more time, as long as he drank it one more time, he would really forget it, forget everything that he shouldn't remember, and live a carefree life again.
But how could he know that there were no refills in the underworld...
The old monk said that he had a cold temper, but only Li Si knew that he was just afraid. He was afraid of being entangled again, and he was afraid that in the next life, he would still remember those things that he should have forgotten long ago.
He just wanted to live an easier life, without so many ties and pulls.
He just wanted to follow a thread from beginning to end, taste it briefly, and live a life of fun and frolic.
But now it seems that he still remembers. He still remembers the first scripture the old monk taught him to recite; he still remembers the first monk's robe the old monk made for him; he still remembers the Buddhist scriptures the old monk read to him during those miserable days; he still remembers the rabbits the old monk caught from the mountains because he was afraid he would be bored; he still remembers the rare snowy day when the old monk came down the mountain and brought back a red bean paste bun and a candy man.
Li Si is really a very cruel person to himself. It seems that as long as someone is nice to him, he will remember it and will never forget it.
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The incense and candles in the Buddhist temple seemed to be burning out soon, the wooden fish was knocking in the air, and the chanting had not stopped.
Li Si sat there with his head down, as if he was thinking a lot, or just sitting there silently, expressionless, with a calm face and not much sound.
He waited for a long time, until the old monk had almost finished reciting the sutra, before he suddenly asked.
"How long do you have left before you die?"
"About six months." The old monk paused in chanting and answered slowly.
"I understand." Li Si stood up from the hall, patted his clothes, and finally looked at the old monk and said.
"I will stay here for six months. If you become possessed, I will kill you."
I have to say that the old monk is really good at judging people. Li Si can always be very ruthless, especially to himself.
"Thank you." The old monk did not turn around, but said this with his back to Li Si.
"You're welcome." Li Si replied indifferently, turned around and walked out of the hall.
He was now going to write a letter to someone and ask him to send him a sword.
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When Dugu Bufu heard that Li Si needed a sword, he left Huanqing Mountain and went to Cangjian Valley as Li Si asked, and found Gong Buqi who had not left the mountain.
Gong Buqi read Li Si's letter, laughed and said it was a coincidence, and asked Dugu Bufu to wait in the valley for a month. He just had a sword to be forged, a sword that had been forged for so long that it was forgotten by the people in the martial arts world. Since Li Si wanted to use the sword now, he could just give it to him.
Dugu Bufu did not refuse and settled down in Cangjian Valley.
It was not until a month later that he went to Jinshan Temple with the sword given to him by Gong Buqi... When Dugu Bufu arrived at Jinshan Temple, it was already mid-May, and it was Shu Hu Nu who helped him open the temple door.
As soon as he entered the temple, he saw Li Si sitting at the edge of the yard.
At first glance, Dugu Bufu thought he was seeing things, because he had never seen Li Si look so cold and aloof.
In his memory, Li Si was always smiling, heartless, shameless and never angry. He was nonchalant about everything, yet he would make a joke about everything.
But the person in front of him had an aura that was almost colder than him. It was hard to imagine that the dead face could smile before.
Could a serious illness really change a person's temperament so drastically? Dugu Bufu couldn't figure it out.
However, he already knew that Li Si's illness had been cured. This was told to him by Xiao Muchu from Fengyu Tower. He should thank him for sending him back to Huanqing Mountain during the incident in Mingzhou City.
It's his fox-like appearance that always makes people feel that he has other intentions.
"What's wrong with Li Si?" Looking at Li Si sitting alone in the yard from afar, Dugu Bufu frowned and asked Shuhu Nu.
"This matter is difficult to explain, so don't ask too much." The tiger girl's face did not look very good.
After learning about the old monk's situation, she also stayed. After all, with Li Si's current appearance, she really didn't feel comfortable letting Li Si stay here alone.
"Really?" Since people said so, Dugu Bufu did not ask any more questions. Then, he looked around silently.
Then, his face turned slightly red, and he looked at the tiger girl and continued to ask.
"So, what about Sisi?"
"Huh?" Shu Hunu's expression was stunned, and it was obvious that she had no idea who Dugu Bufu was talking about.
However, there was another bigger reason why she was dazed, and that was that Dugu Bufu in front of her looked weird.
