Chapter 312

This world is really boring.

Boring people will not consider any boring things. The little irritability in their hearts will fade.

Fang Yuan thinks that the reason why those eminent monks who have attained Taoism can say that color is empty and empty is color is because they are too boring and see through the colorful world on the surface.

Think about it carefully: no matter how beautiful a woman is, she will only be a skeleton in a hundred years; No matter how great the emperors and generals are, they can only have that cemetery after death; No matter how deep love and hatred are, they are just a way for people to ask for trouble.

The only real thing in this world is the earth itself: any species deposited on it, no matter how hard it tosses, will not arouse its interest. It just rotates in its own orbit.

Only when the thought is sublimated to a certain level can we find the so-called cause, love, hatred, and the evil in the dark areas such as Lop Nur. Frankly, that's the case.

Dinosaurs once ruled the earth. Aren't they extinct now?

No matter how developed human scientific and technological civilization is, there will be a day of old death sooner or later?

Since it's death sooner or later, there's really no need to toss about anything -- sitting on the river bank, watching the river flowing slowly eastward, basking in the most comfortable sun, and having a quiet heart that has never been before.

He felt that he had seen through the world of mortals, so he didn't have to shave off 3000 worry filaments to accompany the ancient Buddha. He just had to wander around the world at will. Is it important where he would eventually die?

It doesn't matter at all.

No matter who is missing in the world, the earth will still rotate.

"Look at your face emitting holy brilliance. Did you suddenly realize something?"

Tieliao's mellow bass came from the side.

The old fellow did not look at him, but still stared at the river: "old iron, are you interested in traveling around the world?"

"Are you going to put it all down? Stimulated by what, so depressed. "

Tieliao was silent for a moment before he said, "no wonder you suddenly came back and changed your mobile phone number."

"I just think this life is very boring and boring."

Fang Yuan said, holding the back of his head with both hands, tilted into the grass, looked at the gray sky and began to be distracted again.

After lighting a cigarette, tieliao asked, "are you really willing?"

"At least now I can give up."

Fang Yuan said faintly, "in fact, if you think about it carefully, life is really that way."

"Why are you so pessimistic?"

Tieliao scolded and said, "well, anyway, you feel very boring. Let's go to Lop Nur and see the dark world. What's the ghost there?"

"Really?"

Fang Yuan tilted his head and looked at him.

"You can go now."

Tieliao doesn't seem to be joking.

"OK, then go, now!"

Fang Yuan immediately jumped up and walked towards the riverside road.

"Chen Wanyue, I've been back."

Tieliao suddenly came up with such a sentence.

"When?"

Stop and turn around.

Tieliao didn't even look at him. He said slowly, "you can't let go."

Fang Yuan was stunned.

Just now, he also felt that he could waste his good life in boring wandering, no matter anyone including Xia Xiaoyun.

But tieliao only said Chen Wanyue, who was far less important than Xia Xiaoyun, and he instinctively cared.

"You can't let go. You feel bored because you're stimulated by something."

Tieliao stood up and patted his ass: "well, since you have come back, I don't need to stay in the king of Tang anymore. Coincidentally, there are several cases in Lingnan. I need to check them. "

"Related to what came out of Lop Nur?"

Fang Yuan immediately guessed the correct answer.

"That thing seems to like eating people's hearts and hearts. Up to three days ago, nine people had died in the wilderness, and their hearts had been forcibly removed. As for whether that thing is made well or not, we are not sure. "

Tieliao said that he had walked to the embankment road and turned to look at Fang Yuan: "Oh, by the way, one more thing, about the long island snowflake, her teacher already knew that you hurt her -- in fact, she committed suicide after being escorted back to China. But I don't know who spread the news that you caught her. "

"It doesn't matter. Whoever you love."

Fang Yuan won't take this matter to heart.

He's bored with something more serious than this, isn't he?

"Can I go to that dark world? You has the final say."

Tieliao suddenly threw down this sentence and turned and walked away with great strides.

Fang Yuan sat down again and stared at the river in a daze.

When he looked at the river again, he found that the water was not calm at all. Even if he met a grass stem hanging on the river, it would ripple in a circle.

When the sun slowly sets, Fang Yuan feels that he has penetrated another level of life: the reason why people have different ideas about the world is related to their state of mind.

Well, brother yuan must admit that after he came back from Beijing, he felt so boring and boring, which was stimulated by some people - it should be the water shadow, that kind of attitude without self-respect.

Once, he wanted to take that woman seriously.

Also, people who are too stimulated will feel hungry after two meals.

The eminent monk of the enlightenment can say that emptiness is color and color is emptiness, but he still seems to eat. He thinks that big fish and meat are better than cabbage and tofu.

Fortunately, not far from the entrance of fangyuanjia Hutong, there is a roast duck shop. He only needs to take out a copper smelling bill to exchange for a greasy duck.

After eating and drinking enough, he lay on the Kang. After being bored for a while, Fang Yuan fell asleep.

Anyone who thinks the whole world is boring often likes to stay at home.

The same is true of Fang Yuan.

Tonight is the seventh day after he came back from Beijing.

Just after walking out of the station, he dialed Xia Xiaoyun's mobile phone.

The mobile phone can dial, but no one answers.

Immediately, he took out the phone card, broke it off and threw it in the sewer. He spent 50 yuan and bought a black card (the one without ID card) from the roadside stall.

He is either complaining that Xia Xiaoyun doesn't answer his phone, or he feels bored and boring.

After a week's boring life, Fang Yuan found himself in love with this peaceful life, especially when he sat by the river watching the water flowing slowly. If he didn't suddenly think that tieliao was still king of the Tang Dynasty, he had to say that I believe no one would disturb his peace.

The moon is bright tonight. The deeper the night is, the colder it is.

After Fang Yuan fell asleep, he had a dream he hadn't had for a long time: a man wearing black clothes and a black hood on his head (he can't see the man's face, but he can be sure that he is a man), with a black bag on his back, walking in a big ear like an ant.

Now Fangyuan already knows that the terrain of Lop Nur is like a big ear.

So the man in the dream is actually walking in Lop Nur.

Who is he?

Why walk alone in the sea of death?

Well, even if this problem doesn't matter, why does it always break into his dream and interfere with his clear dream?

As if he knew what Fang Yuan was thinking, the man who had always trudged with his head down suddenly raised his head and looked at the dark sky - Fang Yuan, floating in the sky and looking down.

Naturally, they looked at each other.

"Dad!"

Like an electric shock, Fang Yuan, who was sleeping, suddenly screamed, turned over and sat up from the Kang.

The man in black who always appears in his dream is his father Fang Tianming!

At least, Fang Yuan has called his father for more than ten years. He can think of the scenes when he held him in his arms as a child -- he won't forget his father's eyes until he dies.

My father, he went to Lop Nur!

When the cold sweat drips on the forehead, the lazy thinking these days suddenly becomes very active.

What bullshit, disillusionment with the world of mortals, boredom and other negative emotions are swept away in an instant.

I didn't regret wasting a week like this.

"I have to go there, now!"

I don't know how long I sat foolishly. Fang Yuan turned on the lamp, lifted the blanket covered on his body, raised his legs and was about to go down to clean up. When he immediately set out for Lop Nur, his action stopped and slowly put down his legs.

Someone's coming.

Standing in the yard, like a leaf, it fell there gently.

More like a ghost, silently looking at the lit window.

You can't see outside, but you can feel it.

"Now that you're here, come in."

Fang Yuan picked up the cigarette box and lit a cigarette.

After a while, the door of the living room was gently pushed open and made a squeak.

Fang Yuan suddenly thought of donkey and felt a deep guilt: donkey was entrusted by him to take care of Lin er. No matter how much he wanted to return to him, he never appeared before he spoke.

Why didn't Fang Yuan think of a donkey when he was bored?

The dog he regarded as his brother?

If the donkey were there, he would shout loudly and escape into the bedroom with his tail between his legs.

That guy is always as timid as a mouse in front of the square.

But Fang Yuan knows that it is pretending to be a dog who dares to eat human flesh. Will it be timid?

With a squeak, the bedroom door also opened, and a woman wearing black tight leather clothes and black gauze appeared in the sight of the surrounding area.

If it weren't for the woman's figure, which was shorter than the water shadow, Fang Yuan almost suspected that the woman couldn't bear to run to him lonely.

But this is also an acquaintance.

Just from her eyes, Fang Yuan recognized who she was, smiled, raised his hand and patted the edge of the Kang: "come, sit here. Well, in other words, you look more charming in a tight leather dress than in a white gauze dance dress. "

"Thank you."

The woman swayed and walked to the Kang. After sitting down, she raised her hand and took off the black veil on her face, revealing a delicate and charming face.

"Should I call you Chen Wanyue, or Yanyin envoy?"

Fang Yuan picked up the cigarette box and handed it over.

In the middle of the night, there was a visitor. He really didn't want to make tea, so he had to make do with cigarettes. Anyway, it meant that.

To his surprise, Chen Wanyue hesitated and took out a cigarette.

Fang Yuan had to pass the lighter again.

After a slap, Chen Wanyue skillfully ejected a smoke ring.

"So you used to smoke."

Fang Yuan threw the lighter on the cabinet.

"Women who stay alone in empty rooms every night, many nights, basically smoke."

Chen Wanyue took another breath, stared at the smoke curling up, and began to answer Fang Yuan's first question: "I'm Chen Wanyue. Well, it's always Chen Wanyue. "

Looking at her, Fang Yuan smiled: "will you keep the empty room alone?"

"Don't you believe it?"

Chen Wanyue looked back, spring water flowing in her eyes.