Wang Lin looked at the fire in a trance, and was interrupted by a sound of swallowing saliva. He turned around and saw the middle-aged man not far away, looking at the dry food in his hand, licking his lips constantly, with a pitiful look in his eyes.
Looking at the other person, Wang Lin smiled. At this moment, he seemed to be no stranger to the middle-aged man, but pity.
"Here you are." Wang Lin took out the dry food from the bamboo raft and handed it to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man straightened his eyes, swallowed severely and ran over quickly, grabbed the dry food and put it in his mouth before swallowing.
"It's delicious, delicious, this king hasn't eaten for a few days... Hey, this king? How could I say this king?" The middle-aged man froze for a while, shaking his head, instead of thinking about it, but stared at him. Looking at Wang Lin.
"What is your name? Why do you appear here, your family?" Wang Lin took out a few more dry food, handed it to the place, and asked softly.
The middle-aged man gave him an indescribable feeling. This feeling became stronger and stronger as he came into contact with the other party, as if he had been acquainted with the other party from nowhere, and vaguely felt guilty in his heart. The color.
The middle-aged man took the dry food and was about to put it to his mouth. After hearing Wang Lin's words, he stayed for a while, looked at the dry food in his hand, and cried again.
"I don't know what my name is... I was in the mountains when I woke up, I can't think about it... Jin Guang, I remember there were golden lights around when I woke up, and many people wanted to catch me, hum, but they Can't find me." As the middle-aged man cried, his voice was also blurred.
Wang Lin's eyes were softer, watching the opponent swallowing his little dry food a few more mouthfuls, shaking his head and laughing, took out the water bottle from the bamboo raft, and handed it to the opponent.
The middle-aged man took a few big mouthfuls, hiccups, watched Wang Lin's eyebrows and smiled, and passed the chicken thigh he was holding.
"Here you are, this chicken thigh is not tasty."
Wang Lin laughed. He took the chicken drumsticks, and instead of eating them, he wrapped them in a bamboo bookcase.
The rain outside the temple became even bigger, and the thunder and lightning staggered, blowing the temple door continuously and shaking, and sometimes slapped it on the wall next to it. At the same time as the creaking sound, there was also a popping sound echoing.
The whole world is pitch black, only the firelight in this temple faintly reveals, in this gloomy world, it emits a faint light.
Sitting by the fire, Wang Lin and the middle-aged man, their wet clothes gradually warmed.
"Maybe it’s good not to know who I am. Sometimes even if I know it, I still wonder if I am a dream of others... I always dream recently. The world in that dream is very real and it makes people think. Unclear." Wang Lin looked at the fire and said softly.
The middle-aged man drank, shaking his head and murmured.
"Who said that, you go try and don't know how painful you are, hum, let me say, whether it is a dream or not, as long as you are happy, as long as you feel happy, whether it is a dream or not, it is all good."
Wang Lin's eyes condensed, and the other party's words made him faintly moved.
"As long as I am happy, as long as I feel happy, it is good... My ideal is to be an official in the imperial examination, so that my parents can live a good life in the future, so that they don't look at the faces of their relatives..." Wang Lin was silent, after a long time, he clicked Nodded.
"What about you, what are your ideals?" Wang Lin raised his head, filled some dry branches into the fire, and asked.
The middle-aged man breathed out, as if he was a little sleepy, he lifted his spirits after hearing the words, his face was proud, and he opened his mouth in excitement.
"I, my ideals are so many, I want to have a lot of spiritual stones, I want to have a lot of silver, and a lot of delicious..." He said, swallowing.
"What is Lingshi?" Wang Lin was taken aback.
"Lingshi? Hey, did I mention Lingshi? What is Lingshi?" The middle-aged man was also startled, scratching his head and looking at Wang Lin.
Wang Lin was silent for a moment, smiled dumbly, and stopped asking this question, but started talking with the madman slowly in the temple on this rainy night.
There seemed to be endless words between the two. The lunatic was still sleepy, but as he spoke, he became more energetic. He didn't know why. Seeing Wang Lin Empress's heart was very warm, the other party gave He feels like a family member.
The wind outside was whistling, and sometimes blowing in while whimpering, violently swaying the fire, sending in a damp chill, but it no longer felt cold to the two of them.
Even the huge earth statue behind them, with the elusive smile at the corners of their mouths, slowly softened, enveloped the entire temple, and dispelled the cold here.
It was late at night, and not only did the rain not diminish, but instead it grew bigger, raging outside the temple. The fire in front of Wang Lin also weakened slowly because there were no dry branches to add in, as if it could be extinguished at any time.
"I told you a secret. I didn't tell anyone about this secret." The middle-aged man whispered mysteriously beside Wang Lin.
Wang Lin glanced at him and nodded with a smile, with interest in his eyes.
The middle-aged man proudly stretched out his right hand and placed it in front of Wang Lin.
"Look, look here, do you see anything?" The middle-aged man pointed to his right wrist, his expression even more triumphant.
It's just that his right wrist had nothing but dirty, Wang Lin looked at it for a long time, smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Huh? Didn't you see anything? Impossible, you wait, wait for me to wash." The middle-aged man quickly got up and ran to the stagnant water in the temple on the side, and washed his right arm. Back to Wang Lin, he lifted it up again, and said in a mysterious low voice: "You saw it this time."
Wang Lin looked weird and shook his head again. He really didn't see anything.
The middle-aged man became angry and roared loudly at Wang Lin.
"Look carefully, you can see with your big eyes, you... you... how could you not see it, you shamelessly, you clearly see it."
Wang Lin rubbed his forehead and put the middle-aged man's right hand in front of him. He looked carefully for a while, nodded with a wry smile, and said: "I saw it, I did."
"Hey, how about it, I'm great, hum, I want to find this person, I guess, he should know me." The middle-aged man sat aside satisfied, looking at his right arm, and slowly started to daze. .
"I want to find him, I have a faint feeling. He seemed to have promised to take care of me. He promised to take me to play, but he left... No one cares about me, and I'm the only one left... I want to find He must find him."
He muttered, his expression dimmed, and he shrank and stared at his right arm blankly, his voice slowly getting weaker and weaker, and finally fell asleep.
Wang Lin sighed lightly, got up and took out a thick shirt. He didn't dislike the dirty look of the other party, but put it on his body. The action of Xu Shi covering his clothes disturbed the middle-aged man. He raised his right hand and grabbed it, turned and bent, and fell asleep, with his right hand on the side facing Wang Lin.
Sitting by the fire, Wang Lin watched the gradually weakening and extinguishing fire, silent in the silent temple and the rushing rain outside.
His heart gradually ceased to be confused. Dreams are dreams and nothing can be changed. Even if this life is really just a dream, then in this dream, he must be happy and he must go on firmly.
"Just treat that dream as another life of my Wang Lin! That life may be wonderful, perhaps magnificent, but the loneliness and loneliness that the dream brings, the sadness, are heart palpitations and heartache..." Wang Lin seems to understand a little bit.
At this moment, the fire dimmed, the fire was completely extinguished, a wisp of blue smoke rose, and the darkness once again enveloped the temple. Wang Lin leaned on the pillar of the temple to the side, and was struck sleepily by the middle-aged man’s snoring, and was about to close. When he fell asleep, he suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at the middle-aged man.
On the opponent's right arm, when the temple was dark right now, there was a faint golden light faintly flickering. The golden light radiated from the man's arm, and there was a vague handprint there!
There seems to be an invisible hand that once grasped the lunatic's right arm and wrist, leaving this mark.
Looking at the handprint, a familiar and familiar feeling continued to rise in Wang Lin's heart. He was stunned for a long time, then looked down at his hand, but because the handprint was blurred and could not be identified from the fingerprint, Wang Lindai In the air, shook his head.
It rained all night, and it didn't stop slowly until dawn broke. After the rain, the fragrance of the earth filled the world and drifted into the temple.
One night, no dreams.
Wang Lin opened his eyes, stretched his body, and looked at the sky outside the temple. He stood up and moved his slightly stiff body. Looking back, he saw that the middle-aged man was still asleep and his right arm had recovered. In the original state, the golden handprints from last night can not be seen.
Hiding his doubts in his heart, Wang Lin cleaned up his outfit, changed into a clean cloth coat, and pushed the middle-aged man forward a few times, and when he saw the opponent opened his loose eyes, he smiled and clasped his fists.
"Meeting together overnight is also considered predestined. In the next Wanglin, I have to go to the county for scientific research. If I can do it in the future..." Wang Linzheng said, and stopped slowly. The lunatic looked down and looked very lonely.
After a moment of silence, Wang Lin only left the dry food for the day, and put the rest out in front of the opponent, whispering: "I'm leaving, you can definitely find that person, for sure."
For some reason, he felt reluctant in his heart. He glanced at the other person, sighed and turned and walked outside the temple, but before he stepped out of the temple door, he heard the cry of the other person behind him.
"Don't care about me, he's gone, you're gone, no one cares about me..."
After a pause, Wang Lin looked at the sky after the rain outside, turned around after a while, looked at the crying middle-aged man in the temple, and spoke softly.
"I... I am missing a book boy, although you are older, you should be fine..."
At this moment, Wang Lin didn’t know it. His words were a reincarnation. Back then, he saw a madman vaguely like a person. That person was in the realm where he was in the land of the fallen, the Vermillion Bird’s trial. I see another kind of self in life, and the book boy around him is like a housekeeper.
That person, holding the sweet-scented osmanthus wine from Sucheng, was constantly heartbroken for the money.