How long is the corridor of time
People often say I hate you and say it through gnashing of teeth. But I always deliberately forget that the premise of hate probably needs love as a foreshadowing.
Lin Luoran felt like she was eighteen years old, the year she just entered college. She is like a protagonist of a novel reborn with memories, watching her roommates chirping and discussing excitedly, while she herself, because of her honesty and cowardice, can only sit by the bed and listen.
Oh, so it was about the welcome party, tonight. A lively and outgoing girl in the dormitory successfully became the host of the welcome party in just a few weeks after entering the school.
At this moment, the girl surrounded by stars and moons is this tall, ponytailed, sunny and lively "host" who is destined to be the protagonist of life.
"Lin Luoran, you really don't want to participate in the program in the class?" The girl was pretty, seeing Lin Luoran being left out in the cold, she took the initiative to care about her movements.
Everyone also cast their eyes on her, dressed plainly and old-fashioned, it's a pity for that face, this is what many people would feel when they saw Lin Luoran at the age of eighteen. For girls with the face of Miss Ming, like the "host", even if they express concern, there is always a slight hostility in their tone.
"I really don't know anything..." Not used to the gazes of the crowd, Lin Luoran was a little embarrassed, and she wanted to explain that she really didn't have such talents as singing and dancing, but the "host" said twice, The subject was quickly changed. Lin Luoran plucked up the courage to type out the manuscript, but who cares
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"For you."
"Um?!"
Being suspected of confessing, she was in a mess, but the girl in the dormitory hugged her and laughed.
"Promise him!"
"That's right, student Li is so nice!"
There was a lot of booing, looking at the bouquet in front of me, which was not too big, but the roses were all carefully selected. Although there was no extravagance, but young and sincere Li Anping, Lin Luoran became the protagonist of life for the first time. . She couldn't tell whether she was happy or surprised, and she didn't know whether she should accept the bouquet of flowers.
This is the backstage of the welcome party. Lin Luoran is the logistics of carrying water and delivering clothes. The hostess is touching up her makeup. Looking at the excitement here, she almost broke her eyebrow pencil under her hands.
"Li Anping from the engineering management department?" The hostess laughed, deliberately showing a puzzled look: "What's the matter with you sending flowers to Lin Luoran~"
Li Anping scratched his head and smiled shyly:
"I don't know either, I just want to send her off."
What kind of explanation is this
Everyone else laughed kindly, but Lin Luoran will always remember the moonlight tonight.
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More scenarios, like a repeated nightmare.
Lin Luoran could still remember her identity as a bystander at the beginning, but she gradually got lost.
In this endless dream, she is "Lin Luoran", and "Lin Luoran" is her.
Under the black lotus, Li Anping's body was shriveling and aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he was still holding his breath, and there was a smile on his hideous face due to the loss of water, which made people creepy.
In such a situation, even Rong Donglin, an ordinary person, guessed that if Li Anping died, Lin Luoran would suffer too!
But, how can I help Senior Sister Lin
Rong Donglin was obviously not the only one thinking about this question. In the space, Yinyu flicked his tail and tilted his head to Huofeng: "Why don't you help her?"
Huofeng sniffed the spirit wine greedily, shook her head and ignored the whitebait.
It wasn't until the silver fish lost its temper that it said helplessly, "The seal won't die. If she can't pass this test, how will she take over the space in the future?"
The whitebait has nothing to say, it came later than the fire phoenix, and it has limited understanding of the space that provides them with a place to settle down. From its point of view, Lin Luoran is the only human race who can freely enter and exit the space. Isn't it the master of the space
Huofeng didn't explain too much, and changed the subject: "Besides, such a small calamity can't survive, she will advance to the next level, which level does not need to match the state of mind... The fairy road is misty, this is just the beginning."
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If this is just the beginning, when will it end
The dream finally progressed to the scene where she found Li Anping cheating on her legs. She thought she didn't care that much, but after going through it again, Lin Luoran couldn't remember how she survived it.
The relationship of seven or eight years can't be worth a wave of the rich lady's hand.
For a moment, Lin Luoran didn't know what was the meaning of living. A voice whispered in her ear: "Die, die, it's all over once you die."
died? Is it all right
After all, it was a different state of mind. The experience after practicing practice opened another window full of sunshine for Lin Luoran, and also made her character more tenacious. How could you think of death? It's so abnormal.
She had a little doubt, but the dream changed drastically in an instant, and it started playing in a loop again.
Joy can increase, and sorrow can naturally accumulate.
When people repeatedly experience the initial joy, the last sorrow will be magnified to the point of despair.
This is the real power of love - every thread is fastened, tightened little by little, making people walk towards death unconsciously!
Outside of the dream, Li Anping had only his last breath left. Lin Luoran's expression fluctuated from joy to sorrow, sometimes smiling like a flower, sometimes full of tears... At least from now on, Lin Luoran has no chance of winning.
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Rewind time to a day ago.
No matter how ups and downs there are in the Dongting Dragon Palace, all living beings in the real world always have to live.
The mysterious world of self-cultivation has been torn off a corner of the veil, but ordinary citizens are not so clear about the difference between Buddhism and Taoism.
The Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum in Jinling City has been closed for the past three days, causing many people to beat their chests and stamp their feet on how much tourism income they lost. Those who are well-informed know that there is a "sports event" organized by the Central Committee of the Imperial Capital and actively cooperated by the Jinling Municipal Party Committee. It is said that it is to save the innocent victims of the massacre many years ago. This title is enough to make the citizens feel grateful and have no complaints.
Although I don't know when our atheist party also believed in Buddhism, but in that disaster, no family had any relatives or relatives. For the purpose of publicity, a "fa conference" was held for them in a low-key and quiet manner. Some old people with only surviving memories of the year even cried loudly—the civilians who were massacred may have their husbands and mothers.
The Dharma Assembly will be dominated by Xiantong Temple in Wutai Mountain, and there will be temples in Putuo and Jiuhua. Puji is a high-ranking Buddhist monk in Xiantong Temple, so everyone pushed him to be the person who presides over the Dharma assembly. In the rest room, there are always some high-ranking officials or wealthy people who have received news to pay their respects, and when they leave, they will definitely ask for some objects tainted with Buddha nature. If Zhixiu's little novice hadn't seen the opportunity, Master Puji might have even given up his cassock.
The entry of Buddhist cultivators into the world is such a big deal. The Emei Buddhist Sect was not raised by stepmothers. Without being notified, they had to pinch their noses and beg to join. The four major Buddhist mountains can't justify the absence of Emei alone.
Because of Emei's joining, Qingchengguan, who has a good family friendship, quickly got the news. Daoist Huizhu, who has matured into a mature man, was extremely keenly aware that the timing of this "fa conference" was too ingenious. He hasn't suspected Lin Luoran yet, but he knows that there will be troubles during the trip to the Dragon Palace in Dongting.
Huizhu hadn't left Qingcheng for many years, so he couldn't sit still anymore, got up and rushed to Dongting.
The entrance to the Dragon Palace is slim, and it is no longer accessible to Huizhu. What's more, that tattered Taoist was talking nonsense to the colorful clay sculpture in Xiangfei Temple, and Huizhu had no choice but to respect it.
The person in front of him was an authentic senior cultivator, a monk in the alchemy stage, Huizhu finally believed that the rumor was true.
A young man was accompanying him, and was carefully brushing the dust off the incense table in the Concubine Xiang Temple. His movements were careful and cautious. I don't know if it was because of his temperament, or because Taoist Jiedan valued this place very much.
"You want to go to the Dragon Palace, right?" The Taoist burned a stick of incense and asked the young man to give it to the "fairy" for him. The dirty Taoist robe was actually not ashamed of himself in front of the lifelike colorful clay sculpture.
Hui Zhu has been the number one person in the practice world for many years, so he is naturally very arrogant in his heart. However, his strength lies there, and he has no choice but to perform the junior ceremony: "Don't dare to lie to the senior, but go to the Dongting Dragon Palace to find the evil disciples of the junior sect." .”
The madman laughed, a corn kernel gleamed on his teeth:
"Whether you are going to look for evildoers or do something else, only you know in your own heart... But the Dragon Palace is closed, and the old Taoist priests will not be able to enter until the successor palace master is born. Why don't you stay here with the old Taoist priests?" good?"
A monk in the alchemy stage asks you to accompany him, especially the alchemy monk who seems to be mentally unstable, do you want to stay or not
Huizhu seems to have no choice.
The night view of Dongting Lake was blurred, and the young man was a little distracted after burning incense. Thinking about it, he hadn't seen him for more than three years, and he couldn't remember that person's face.
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After three years, our Xiao Liu finally got the role again, asking for book reviews, asking for red tickets, and all kinds of requests.
Second, I don’t know if it can be updated before twelve o’clock, but I’m sure about double