Chapter 39 Race 5 tightrope walking (3)

She made Darjeeling hot tea and served it.Walk out on the terrace with him and drink tea while looking at the river in the night and lights. She said that in a blink of an eye we have grown old, but it is only a few years.unconsciously.It seems that before the age of thirty, a lifetime has already passed. Life is long, he said.It is far from over. She smiles, doesn't she.But I feel like I am going from middle age to old age. That is your precocity.inland river.What you feel is always earlier and more than those around you. But is there still so much anger and emptiness inside you? yes.I see that life is full of limitations and one has to live like dust...sometimes I get tired of living.Life is but a partitioned space in a glass box.Inhabit this restricted area.Birth, old age, sickness and death.

You can laugh at my mediocrity and self-sufficiency, he said.inland river.My life is nothing more than working, getting married, having kids... like everyone else.We do all kinds of things and have all kinds of lifestyles.Do you think there is any standard for the different forms of trees in a forest? If in essence, they are all just a tree that has experienced four seasons and comes back to life.But it will still be different.For example, this determines how they will come back to life through the four seasons.I just know that it is difficult for individuals to change situations.Power can change everything.

No.good life.Human ambition is an illusion.I am not interested in power over the world.I am a tightrope walker, and the path is different from others.They can walk on flat ground, but I like dangerous heights.Standing on the steel cable and looking into the distance, holding a balance pole in his hand, he advances and retreats, keeps his balance, and gropes forward on the suspended steel element.If you fall, you will die.Walking past is nothingness.Fate is destined to wander for a lifetime, always hovering on the edge of the world.But this is where my support lies. He didn't know when he fell asleep.When he opened his eyes, he saw the darkness in the room, and his coat and socks were still on.The woman beside him was still the same as when he was a teenager, lying on the bed with him, sleeping on their sides.Her thick hair was pillowed under his face, exuding a faint cub-like aura.Her body was still the thin and clean outline he remembered.

He turned his head to look at her in her sleep, breathing evenly.He felt like time stood still.Heart at a loss.Certain moments are repeated over and over again.The scene in front of me is always different. The moment she brings, it seems that all life has not yet unfolded.Standing at the beginning of time, they are two quiet pawns.And he should get up and go.She was no longer the thirteen-year-old girl who secretly stayed in his room late at night.He rolled in the boiling heat wave of the world of mortals, became a husband and a father, and he was no longer the lonely boy who felt lonely at that time.She is his mirror, allowing him to see himself and his relationship with the world.His compromise and patience have been too long.He was leaving the forest girl again.

She woke up under his gaze and said, are you leaving? It was two o'clock in the morning.He Nian will wait anxiously for me to go back.He knelt down and tied his leather shoes.Stand up and see her standing aside.She seemed uneasy, and said cautiously, can you give me a hug, Shansheng. yes.He never hugged her again.He's always been ashamed of her, just as he's always been ashamed of his wounds.But she is trying her best to transform and needs his approval.He approached her, watching her eyes glisten in the darkness.Would there be cool drops of tears hanging down there? Confused, he slowly stretched out his right hand, spreading his palm to catch them.She laughed softly, grabbed his hand, and said, I didn't cry.Every time you think I'm crying.In fact, my eyes are brighter.

He looks down, I feel tired, Neihe.I dreamed I was back on the island again and saw the dark shadows in the woods behind you, shaking and making noises in the wind.Like an old castle sleeping soundly.The noble horns of the sika deer flit across the fern grass, the fireflies shine on the thin moss, the scent of tigers and foxes is steaming, the fish sing in the river water, strangers wander in the dark... the whole There seemed to be only the two of us in the world.I am so afraid that I can only follow you in the dark.We lay in the bushes by the river and waited for dawn.Fireflies dance, and the night is long.

She said, do you remember what we saw when we woke up the next morning? Remember.He looked at her and said softly, now I know that we all have a lonely child in our hearts.The little child, who had stopped growing when he woke up that morning, was only aging consciously.It's just that your sobriety has been persisting.And my sobriety is giving up all the time.