: Painting the Earth as a Prison·The Way of Heaven (Part 1)

pain.
It hurts.
The internal organs are on fire.
The boy curled up on the green mat, soaking his white shirt with cold sweat.
In the long-lit hall, the waitress filed in with red lights. The headed woman in red dress with gold crown, veil covered her face. The fascinating pair of phoenix eyes were picked up, and he glanced at the guest seat next to him.
Eyes circulate.
All beings are upside down.
who is she?
The boy's lips were bitten white.
"This little thing is a unique blue silk bracelet from my magic door, which means that three thousand blue silks can be used for the king. From then on, the yellow spring is blue, and it is only one person's heart."
"It's strange, your body is cold, why are your ears so red?"
"Whether you hit me or scold me, my life is yours."
Who?
Who is talking?
"Does it hurt?"
"No...no pain..."
"It doesn't hurt, it's fine."
"Then I won't go back with you."
She walked decisively and never looked back in the deep snow.
The pain of broken bones is deep.
The blood snaked its way.
The picture of dreams is another turn.
"The concubine said, congratulations to Master Tiandao, Master Hexi Tiandao, you will soon be able to wean off children and grandchildren!"
……Do not.
"You are the way of heaven, the luck of all beings, and the supreme of heaven and earth. For the sake of justice and equality of all beings, you should not have emotions or desires. Even if it is a temporary fetter, you can only stay in the world."
no.
He desperately wanted to refute, but he could only look at her with a smile and tears in vain.
"In order to avoid future troubles, you broke my devil bones on the spot... seventy-two, no more, no less."
"Fate thinks I'm an eyesore, what else can I do as an ant? I can't resist, it's just death!"
"How can I!"
"Go away! Don't touch me!"
One sentence is more desperate.
The boy grabbed his chest and muttered, "Lin Lang, darling, don't..."
until--
"died."
"Dead! I say dead! A-niang was killed by you! You give me back A-niang! You give me back!"
"Daddy, you give me back A-niang to the child, the child will be obedient, child, the child knocked your head..."
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my father is powerless.
"Snapped!"
The child knocked off his father's palm, his eyes full of hatred.
"I, Tianma Langya, swear at this moment--"
"The way of heaven is not fair, and it will be replaced until death...Fang Xiu!"
"Do not!!!"
A figure fell under the bed.
The dream is broken.
He woke up.
"Squeaky--"
The door of the room was pushed open, and the 28th girl held the copper basin, and said with a smile, "Adi, your sleeping is not honest again, come and wash your face."
"...Adi?"
Yu Wuxue raised her eyes, tears remaining on her pale little face.
Senior brother and sister would not call her like this.
This is where.
Who is this person?
"Oh, why are you crying like a little cat? But you were caught by nightmare? Your hands are so cold." The girl took his wrist and sighed to her mouth.
Yu Wuxue pulled away suddenly.
The girl pursed her lips and said jokingly, "Okay, my Cui Xiaolangjun said, only your daughter-in-law can touch you-Cui Xiaolangjun, it's time for dinner. If you don't eat more and grow more meat, you will be even in the future. I don’t have the strength to lift the sword, how can I use the sword to punish the evil? Little Cat, wash your face, the water is going to be cold!"
...Cui Xiaolangjun?
A familiar title.
Why can't he remember.
Yu Wuxue leaned into the copper basin with both hands and held up a touch of warm water.
An unfamiliar, childish, and somewhat fierce face was reflected on the water, but the light in his eyes was clear and cold.
It looked like a Tan Xin Buddha lived in a demon king.
Cui Xiaolangjun.
Cui Xiaolangjun.
Cui Xiaolangjun.
"What happened to Geer Jing today?" At the dinner table, the mother was a little worried, and probed the child's forehead, "Could it be that the cold last night, I got sick?"
His lips are thin and faint.
Sister Cui's sister is gentle and demure. When she is married, there are also daughters who are naughty. "Mother, our little Rhodiola may want to be a playmate. You, just leave him alone. This little devil in this world will be a mess of chickens all day long. For the dog, he deserves it."
The father coughed, "Hongjing, you are ten years old, don't bully the little girl anymore, Mr. Yu is frail, there is only one girl under his knee, and he spoils like eyeballs—"
The boy fell off the tableware and ran out like crazy.
The family is not surprised.
"Why did you run away again? Brother Jing, come back soon!"
"Forget it, he will eat when he is hungry."
The aroma of red bean rice and the whispering in the small courtyard.
The boy rushed out of the courtyard.
Someone hit the corner.
The little girl was crying, got up from the ground, and then ran.
He lost his heart and grabbed the opponent's wrist.
"Oh, it hurts, you let go!"
Squeamish and reckless, it is when the apricots are immature.
"...Linlang." He was silent for a moment, "You are Yu Linlang."
It was he who burned the incarnation of Tianwai and returned to the Linlang he had seen in the past. When he found her, her seventy-two demon bones were shattered, and she lost the will to survive. He erased her half-life memories of grievances and took her to a place called Liuli Town, where she could recover and live in seclusion.
Just, why did he become the Xiaolangjun of the Cui family?
Cui Xiaolangjun, Cui Hongjing, the little devil who shunned his neighbors.
At the end of last year, his little girl even had a fight with someone, and the corner of her mouth was broken, which made him feel distressed.
later……
Later the couple got married.
It was his marriage.
He combed his hair.
It was also given by him to marry.
He changed from her man to her father.
can--
He is the Supreme Being of Heaven. What qualifications does ordinary destiny have to play with him again and again?
The knuckles tightened slowly.
His eyes grew hostile.
"It hurts, it hurts, you let go, little bastard!"
The little girl shook angrily.
Yu Wuxue slowly raised her head.
From now on, he is Cui Hongjing, Cui Family Xiaolangjun.
"Hey, you hit someone and didn't say a word. It's too much." His tone changed from jerky to natural. "It just so happens that you kicked me in the face last time, making me full. After recuperating for half a month, this account is not too late today."
Xiao Qingmei was afraid of him, but her lips were still so arrogant, "You are a man, and you don't rely on your face to eat. Is it interesting to hold on like this?"
"Interesting, this young master finds it very interesting."
The little girl choked.
She kicked the pebbles on the street, and said depressed, "Daddy bullied me, and you bullied me, you are all bad guys."
Cui Xiaolangjun shook her hand.
The little girl was stunned, trying to break free, but was held tighter.
"You, what are you doing!"
The boy looked straight ahead, "Want to go to the world? I can take you away."
"... Jianghu? Elopement? What is this?"
The boy turned his head.
Obviously it is a small and delicate body, not the size of an adult male's waist, and the tone is sure and convincing.
"We can go to a lively place with lanterns and peach cakes. Just me and you, no one else."
The little girl hesitated for a moment.
"Then my dad..."
"When you get bored with the rivers and lakes, we will come back to see him. The Cui family will take care of him." His small hair on the temples flew in the wind, "Why, you don't want to? Or continue to be bullied?"
Xiao Qingmei thought hard, and finally exhaled.
"Well, I'll go with you."
Hold the two small hands together.
The eaves bells are swaying, the carriages and horses are sparkling, the sun is blowing away the mist, and the streets and markets are full of laughter and curse. Destiny held his little girl, walked past wine shops, tea houses, pawnshops, gold and silver squares, holding qin platforms, and passed vendors, tourists, wealthy merchants, officials, monks, and children. The spring breeze left the shore, fascinated by the eyes and ears of passers-by .
go.
Hurry up.
"You went too fast, me, my feet are numb."
Yu Wuxue pursed her lips to look at her, the little girl lowered her head timidly, "It's true, I haven't been far away."
"...Squeaky."
"People are not squeamish."
The little girl stared at the passing candied haws.
After a while, she had an extra string in her hand.
"The surname is Cui, Cui Hongjing--" The little girl licked two bites of sugar residue, "Well, for the sake of your kindness to me, I don't care about what happened before."
The boy stretched out his finger and hooked her lip-stick hair back to his ear.
"I can treat you better."
She stared wide.
"Can it be better? Could it be that you invite me to eat cloud cake and candied haws every day?"
The boy's eyebrows became a little squiggly.
"Yes." He was a little coaxing, "You only like me, I will treat you to eat every day."
The little girl seemed to understand.
"Hook."
"Retract!"
An anxious call came not far away.
"...Lin Lang! Don't scare Daddy!"
"Brother, brother, where are you?"
The family came out to find someone.
Cui Hongjing watched coldly at the man holding his little girl in his arms and rubbing her hair, like a treasure lost and recovered.
Cowardly, incompetent and soft-hearted.
Therefore, "he" can only watch her marry someone else.
This time, he would never let go.
"Wow--"
The sycamore leaves rustled.
The white-clothed boy is holding a long sword, like a river raging, thunderous, and full of brilliance.
The girl next door stepped on the low ladder, watching the battle with great interest.
almost.
She is old enough to marry.
Yu Wuxue hairpin gave a begonia flower with a sword.
"Give it to me?"
Little Lady Yu raised her eyebrows in excitement.
"Lin Lang, marry me."
She twisted her fingers and smiled crookedly.
"Okay."
On the big day, the bridegroom officer took the red silk and led the bride across the threshold and brazier.
"Congratulations, a match made in heaven, you have an early son!"
"Come, come and have a drink!"
Cui Hongjing was draped in red silk, with a handsome face, surrounded by guests. He heard "himself" say, "My uncle is not good at drinking, I will drink for him."
Ah.
He looked at the lines on his palm, so light that he couldn't see the fate of life.
But so what?
He won after all.
Cui Hongjing smoothed the messy clothes and stepped into the happy room.
He poured two glasses of wine and approached the bride.
The hijab slipped off his shoulders.
Tonight, she was dressed up with red makeup and she was once dressed up by the most blessed Shiquan old man in town. As a father, he knew how to paint eyebrows and how to paint lips after watching the whole process.
"Cui Hongjing"
"His husband."
She was shy and timid, "husband."
He handed the wine glass to her eyes, "After drinking this cup of Hexi Jiu, you and I will be united forever and live forever without separation."
The two drank with arms folded.
"Bang Dang--"
The golden bottle fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Dark red blood spilled from the lips of the groom.
And the bride smiled, "I waited so long, and finally waited until you fell into the trap, Yu Wuxue, do you think you have changed your appearance, I can't recognize you? You broke me seventy Two demon bones from the sky have destroyed my foundation and ruined my Taoism. Today, I want you to die without a place to be buried."
Cui Hongjing leaned against the red curtain, his face was like gold paper, and his air was like gossamer.
He laughed lowly.
The laughter was bleak and cold.
"Fake, after all, it cannot be done for real."
"You're not her, you're not... Damn, everything is damned!"
He was full of grievances, and the long sword of Tianque should be sworn out.
The wedding banquet became a purgatory on earth, and blood splashed on his eyes.
Cui Hongjing was expressionless, he stretched out his fingers and gently wiped them away, cutting a gloomy blood stain.
It's cold.
He held a sword and stood in the middle of the courtyard for a long time.
I do not know how long it has been.
The moonlight remained the same forever, photographing the body into a corpse.
Until one day, someone broke in.
"No snow—"
Familiar voice.
He raised Ningshuang's eyelashes.
The man was wearing a red dress and a fan with blood around his waist.
"A illusion, how did you make it like this?" She ran up, cupped his face in both hands, and took a breath. "Your eyebrows have a red line... Are you insane?!"
Enchanted?
It's really a joke that sentient beings are destined to be enchanted.
"Devil Sahua."
"……what?"
Lin Lang raised her neck, her eyes were confused.
The enchanted destiny hugged her waist, and the Buddha, who looked like a pure boneless statue, opened his eyes.
"The moonlight is very good tonight, I want to see clearly..."
He rubbed the cinnabar mole behind her ear with the tip of his tongue.
"How it blooms on you when you are in friendship with me."
Have you tried the feeling of sinking with the devil?
Let your husband help you.