The lady gave me the forget-you-care grass

Xiao Ming woke up suddenly. He was bleary-eyed, obviously he hadn't slept enough.

The feeling of loss was like a pair of strange eyes staring at him. Xiaoming tilted his head and looked hard at the foxtail grass in front of him. Its leaf tips were dark and its withered yellow tail swayed gently in the breeze.

"What happened?" Xiaoming couldn't remember what happened. The scenery in front of him just filled his field of vision. He seemed to hear a voice saying, "This is the entrance to dreams."

Is that why he had no strength at all, and his thoughts were struggling to penetrate like water imprisoned in his palm?

Suddenly, he thought of her. When he thought of her, the scene in front of him became even stranger and meaner, standing in front of him like the executioner of fate.

"Are you gone? Are you gone? My dearest person is you."

He covered his face, he wanted to shout, and wanted her to hear him sound. But even if he is confused, his inferiority complex is like another soul in him. Looking at him with a stern look, he realized that nothing would help unless he came back to her.

He stood up, looked around, and realized that he was on top of a mountain top, but this top of the mountain was a huge grassland.

Coming from the noisy city to this place rich in oxygen, he should have felt very comfortable. It’s just that the world without her is as thin as paper.

"He's coming?"

"He's coming."

"Where?"

"There."

"That idiot."

"That idiot."

...

There was a misty voice coming from around, Xiao Ming used The ears simply cannot locate this sound. But his heart became more and more panicked, as if he was about to say goodbye. He felt that his legs were light and the dust under his feet was falling.

"The seed of love." A voice came from the front of him.

"Could it be that the world is covering your eyes?" asked another voice.

"Not only are the eyes covered, but the heart is also blinded."

"You...are you ghosts?" Xiaoming asked.

"We...hahahaha...a monk in "The Story of the Stone"."

Xiaoming felt as if the world in front of him had been wiped clean by someone, a monk One appeared in front of him.

Both of them are immortal and as thin as a pine tree. If one of them hadn't shaved their hair, the two of them would have been identical.

""The Story of the Stone"? Also known as "A Dream of Red Mansions"? Did I get the answer right?"

"Is this idiot stupid because of reading? So what if you got the answer right? We will still I can’t give you full marks.” Monk and Tao laughed.

Xiaoming couldn't laugh, and he didn't want to answer the question at all, he just wanted to make sure it was correct.

"Two gods, what are you doing here?"

"Looking for you." Tao said.

"Why are you looking for me?"

"Take you out of here." Buddha said.

"Why? I don't want to leave here." Xiaoming actually aroused a strong struggle in his heart.

"The love is gone."

"The heart is broken."

"It is difficult to establish a career."

"Filial piety is not exhausted. "

"Friends are few."

"Drunk to death."

"Love is hard to keep. "It's heavy."

"Let me go."

Seng Hedao flew up, and before Xiaoming could react, he was grabbed by their shoulders. He felt the power of two huge seas entering his body. His body felt no pressure, but his mind seemed to have returned to peace.

"Were you the ones who took Jia Baoyu away at that time?"

"Exactly...why, you look like this, and your family is not as good as Grandma Liu from the outer ring of the capital. You still want to have Jia Baoyu?" Baoyu's treatment?" Tao said.

Xiaoming felt extremely miserable after hearing this. I thought it was really not as good as that.

"Look at such a crazy look, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to enter the immortal path." Buddha said with some disgust.

"Ugly in appearance and poor in family. He has no clever tongue and a dull heart.

There is an undying love in this world, isn't it a crime of God! "The Taoist sighed.

"Hehehe, Brother Taoist, you can't talk nonsense in this world. "

"I am only talking about my attachment to heaven, I am afraid it is more than you! " Dao knew that he was arrogant, so he complimented the sky above his head.

"How dare you, how dare you. "The Buddha smiled continuously.

"Take me to the Immortal Path? Did I come to this world to suffer? Am I going to become an immortal? Am I going to become an immortal? "Xiaoming cheered inwardly.

"Two great immortals, are you the immortal guides who will lead me to become immortals? "

"Are you enlightened? "There were tears in Tao's eyes.

"Don't worry, we had it once a hundred years ago, and several times a thousand years ago. "The Buddha waved his hand to indicate calmness.

"Yes, you must be obedient and enter the path of immortality as soon as possible. To be free from the suffering of human experience. "Dao held his hand and said earnestly.

Xiaoming saw the suffocating expectation in his eyes.

"So, can I fly? "

"Hehehe... flying is just a basic skill. If you enter the path of immortality, you can move stars and change buckets, breathe in the sun and moon, live as long as the sky, retrieve things from the sky, be a prophet, arrange fortune, tinker with the almanac, travel in the universe all day long, without working overtime, without much pressure , and you can also enjoy the incense of the world..." As Tao talked, the surroundings were filled with flowers.

"That's good, I can take her to fly together. "Xiao Ming said infatuatedly.

"Hehehe... I'm not wrong. "Buddha said.

The old Taoist was silent and put his hands on Xiaoming's shoulders again.

"Can I take her flying? "Xiao Ming asked.

"If you take someone else's wife to fly, I'm afraid you will be struck by thunder, hit by a car when you go out, or have your lonely grave dug up. "Dao replied angrily.

"Other people's wives? You can know the future, right? Tell me, whose wife will she be in the future? "Xiaoming began to struggle.

"Anyway, she's not your idiot's wife. " Dao replied.

"Alas... Could it be that this idiot knew that he was going to enter the immortal world, and the pride in his heart caused trouble, and he started to feel arrogant again. "The Buddha shook his head and sighed.

"This... taking this idiot to cultivate immortality is not what kind of cultivation it is. It is simply reincarnation. ”

“It’s all my fault that I chose the path of love cultivation at that time. "The Buddha touched his palm, as if he was going to beat Xiaoming to death with one palm next.

"Destroy lust, you Buddhists are so confident, haha. "Tao couldn't help but say something, which was able to regain some face for the Taoist sect.

"Brother Tao, doesn't his face hurt when he says this? "The Buddha looked sideways and asked.

"You have been discussing it for so long, why haven't you told me whose wife she will be? "

"Idiot, the answer is not important to you. Tell us what ideals you have, and we will help you realize them before we take you away. "Seng Hedao's face became solemn.

"Can any ideal be realized? "

"Don't go too far. You want to leave here. This is the premise, you know? "Tao reminded.

Xiaoming felt empty in his heart. The monk was right. When he knew that he would enter the immortal road, he felt elated. Because he had become more capable, he could go back and give it a try. But He knew that since they were here, they would definitely take him away.

"You need to be well..." Xiaoming felt hot and burst into tears.

“If you want to cry, just cry. "

Hearing the sound, Xiaoming was even more emotional. She once said similar words to him, "Just cry, I just cried too..."

He cried loudly.

"Do you remember this place? "The monk asked.

"Remember. "Xiaoming answered while crying.

"Do you remember the hope you made in your heart here? "The monk continued to ask.

"Remember. ”

“Do you remember that the wind was clear and clear, the sky was like a mirror, and the hairspring could be discerned? "The monk continued to ask.

"Remember. "

"Having been here, did you know that you would meet her on the way? ”

“Never thought about it. ”

“Look, what’s over there?” "Dao pointed to the horizon.

Xiaoming squinted and saw a green dragon swimming in the sky, with thunder and lightning wrapped around its body, and its tail stirring the world!

"Blue dragon!"

"Under the naked eye, there is a blue dragon. How about trying the fairy eye?"

The scenery in front of Xiaoming's eyes seemed to be wiped out again. , what appeared in front of him were five or six teenagers and a little yellow dog.

The teenagers lay on the grass and looked at the blue sky. The hope in their hearts turned into a blue dragon and soared upward.

The world blinked in their eyes. One finger can block the world in front of you; a long roar can make the future respond!

The sense of satisfaction and pride stretches around like the green grass under your feet.

The young man’s mind was racing rapidly!

That is the ideal of youth, that is really the ideal of youth!

Xiaoming’s tears had another ingredient.

"When you are poor and strong, you will not fall into the ambition of becoming a blue cloud; when you are old and strong, you would rather move your heart with a white head!" Taoist chants.

"Idiot, what do you need us to achieve?" the monk and the Tao asked in unison.

"Why did this journey begin, and why did love arise?" Xiaoming murmured.

……

Xiaoming held back her tears, feeling as cold as the autumn twilight.

"Two great immortals, if you have Forget-worn grass, please give me one."

"There is no shortage of rare things in the immortal family, and Forget-worn grass is there. "The monk and the Tao looked at each other and smiled.

The monk clapped his hands, and a shadow appeared at the junction of heaven and earth.

"Hehehe, idiot, this is the maid in charge of the magic medicine. You must not be emotional."

The monk and the Taoist knew that he was a lover, and they were afraid that he would just become a Taoist. Moved.

"No." Xiaoming replied foolishly.

The human figures gradually become faintly distinguishable.

He suddenly became panicked.

Is it her?

How could it be her?

"Waitress." The monk and the Taoist greeted the maid.

The waitress returned the favor with a faint smile.

Xiaoming stared blankly at the waitress, not expecting that it was her!

His eyes evaded and he was speechless.

"After taking the forget-worn grass, you can forget about your worries and be free from them. Recalling them will make you feel confused, and your anger will disappear. Have you thought about it?"

The waitress looked at him, Those eyes, like hers, seemed to be interrogating him, was he ready to forget?

"Thank you, waitress, he has already thought about it." Dao took the forget-me-not grass.

"I have no memory of you, and I am heartless even if I have no homeland. Even if I meet you on a stranger's road, you will not know each other even if I bump into each other." The maid walked away gracefully.

"We don't know each other when we meet each other, we don't know each other when we meet each other...it doesn't matter, it hurts you, it hurts me too..." Xiaoming muttered silently, and took the forget-worn grass from Tao's hand. .