I created the Longevity Club

"What a pity."

Lu Li turned over on the bamboo strips. This simple mat was quite comfortable.

Zuiyan lazily looked at the broken tiles on the ground and spoke softly. It seems to be talking about a wine jar, but it seems not.

With eyes full of pity, he stretched out an arm and gently played with the tiles that had lost the smell of alcohol.

These broken tiles have lost the wine they contained, and have lost the last trace of charm of their contents. Only the body of the terracotta tiles seems to have completely lost its own value, and no one will regret it even if it falls to pieces on the ground.

Will I become such a tile?

.!8'," He picked up a broken tile with his fingers, turned it over, and turned it over. The slightly smooth areas on the outside reflected the moonlight, and in some places there were patterns made of burned paper.

Turn it upside down and stroke the rough inner surface with your fingertips. It can't be said to be very unfamiliar, but it just gives you a very special feeling, just like... a cat's tongue?

There is some moisture from the residual wine and some uneven friction, which is really similar to the touch of a cat's tongue.

Who do you remember? No.

Some nights, when you are bored but still can't sleep, you will always have random thoughts, but when you wake up the next morning, you will not remember anything.

It's like this subtle feeling, knowing that everything will eventually end but still insisting on doing it.

Inexplicably, I remembered a story I heard when I was on Earth. On the beach at low tide, a little boy was helping the stranded fish to be returned to the sea one by one. Along the entire coastline, there was a lonely Although he didn't notice the figure at all, the increasingly sparse crowd would never lie.

Holding the small fish in the small puddle in the palm of his hand, with a little bit of seawater in the puddle, his feet covered with dark yellow gravel moved quickly, as if he was afraid that the fish would die in this moment.

While the little boy was busy, a man was a little confused. He reached out and stopped the little boy who was "rescuing the fish" and asked. "Kid, what are you doing?" "Saving the fish."

The man laughed, his heart full of understanding for the child's innocence, and the intention of enjoying the show.

"A puddle, a coast, the entire world, as long as the tides rise and fall every day, there will be stranded fish every day."

The man seemed to be interested. As an adult, when he meets a child who is immersed in the innocent world of childhood, he always has the desire to say something. "so what?"

The little boy didn't know what this adult who blocked him inexplicably and said some incomprehensible words wanted to do.

But this has nothing to do with him. He is not a poor "fish" forgotten by the sea on land.

The waves wet the feet, and the golden sand turned into dark yellow, and the dark yellow disappeared, falling with the sea water. "You are just a child, how can you save me?"

The man adjusted the brim of his hat to make himself look a little more dignified, so that he could reason with the child later. This seems to give the child a feeling of "Why does this person have an angry father?", ah, but it will be difficult to handle if the status of the family is a bit delicate.

However, the child in front of him ignored him. Instead, he turned around and went to the next puddle. He bent over and bent his two palms towards each other, forming a small depression in which was swimming an ordinary-looking fish. The mountains of fish piled up in the cold storage at the port are no different. If I have to say... the only difference is that they are in the palm of a child and are about to return to the sea?

I don’t know, but what does this have to do with me? It’s just a fish, it doesn’t understand the truth, and it can’t enter human society and contribute to it.

However, the child seemed not to hear his words at all, and his busy figure showed no intention of stopping.

"I said, there are so many fish, you can't save them."

"What does this have to do with me?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then put on a gentle smile.

Children are children. Although they are innocent, they will miss this time very much when they grow up.

"Who cares about the life and death of these fish? Everything is so powerless under the laws of nature."

It seems a bit difficult to understand, of course, for children.

While I was still thinking about how to teach this almost "stubborn" child a lesson with a simple-sounding sentence, I got an unexpected answer.

"I care about this one, the next one, the next one..."

Some childish voices, following the busy figure, wandered back and forth in his ears, like an elusive elf that could not be guessed using common sense.

Aren’t all children like this?

"Every fish has their own mother and father, and there will always be someone worried about them."

Why am I still being...

The elf is hiding in his ears.

"Just like my parents will ask me why I come home so late every time, so will every fish."

The man was speechless again and didn't know what to say for a moment. Children are good in everything, but talking to themselves and being stubborn is the worst, so he said he didn't like children very much.

Obviously I wanted to speak some adult words to this child, but in the end, I was taught by a child.

A couple came from a distance, shouting someone's name, surrounding this rebellious elf. I looked at the countless "I care" beaches reluctantly, and followed the couple, talking and laughing, and gradually walked away until the end.

So, not everything needs a reasonable reason, how about an ant trying to shake a tree?

Whether it is modern times or this primitive era so close to "heaven", not everything must conform to the so-called "will of heaven", right?

Just like if you calculate in every possible way, you will still be trapped, and you can't get what you want, and what you get is not what you want.

There is originally a "circle" between heaven and earth, and you have drawn a circle for yourself.

Gentle as a gentleman on the surface, but vicious as a jackal in the heart.

No matter how much you think and how well you calculate. In the end, you can't get out of the circle you have drawn for yourself, not to mention that what you want is still outside the circle.

Circling around, it feels like a ghost wall.

Surrounded by water, sitting alone on a stone platform. Sunlight falls on the dust, and what you want is empty.

One seat, one pole, kicking and baiting, sitting for a long time, just to catch a fish.

Why did I go down to catch fish, I am so stupid.

The moonlight spread out, as if it suddenly became soft, scattered in my heart, and turned into silver fish.

Maybe I can't swim, or maybe the water is too deep.

Maybe I don't want to swim. "Ding bang."

Tiles fell to the ground, bamboo strips snored. .

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