sbdcsierra Chapter 253 Extraordinary Memories
Chapter 253 Extraordinary Memories
Upon hearing this, Chao Bufan didn't even glance at him. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it leisurely, and his inhale and exhale appeared extremely natural. After a moment, he said indifferently, "Are you done talking?"
Azure Dragon's eyes twitched violently, and he roared, "Die!"
"boom!"
Qinglong pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew from the muzzle. However, just as Qinglong pulled the trigger, a pale yellow defensive shield suddenly appeared in front of Chao Bufan. The bullet hit the shield and abruptly stopped, unable to penetrate any further.
When Qinglong and the others saw this, they were all shocked. The bullets actually... actually stopped! Immediately, the expressions on their faces changed drastically.
Chao Bufan smiled faintly, then frowned and flicked his finger. Instantly, four pale yellow true qi, shaped like scythes, flew out from between his fingers and flashed past the necks of Qinglong and the other three.
Suddenly, Qinglong and the others opened their eyes wide, their expressions mirroring those of William after his death.
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At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, in the pure land of HX, less than two kilometers from the boundary marker, Chao Bufan stands quietly at the junction of grassland and forest, looking up at the vast forest.
The moonlight is enchanting, and the sky is filled with countless stars. The mountains are clustered together, and the scenery is delightful.
Despite the alluring moonlight, his brows were furrowed, and a faint sorrow crept into his heart.
The fields were quiet, the night was falling, and in the distance, the dim yellow chrysanthemum lanterns shone alone with a lonely glow under the quiet and bright night sky.
Gazing at the distant, hazy Milky Way, I sigh at the long and winding road of life, counting the days of fate as they come and go.
When will this dense sorrow and deep thoughts finally end?
Time flows like water. Alone in a corner, I quietly listen to its silent passage, quietly recalling a glimpse of a past moment, a desolate state of mind, as if lost in the azure sky; abandoned in the wilderness, it would be fine, unrelated to anyone. But it is tangled in my heart, and youth fades away.
How are you all doing, my love? Do you still remember me?
The hustle and bustle fades away, like fleeting clouds; youth is like a celadon painting, ink and brushstrokes flowing freely, yet it all comes to a somber end.
Reaching out, I try to scoop up a fragment of fleeting time from between my fingers, attempting to hold onto the beautiful years I could never grasp in my life. Those tender, verdant years may be gracefully forgotten, or perhaps remembered in loneliness. A desolate mix of pain and sweetness, tasted and appreciated alone in this chaotic world.
Looking back, the scenery along the way, the stories of ups and downs, even with a thousand kinds of reluctance and ten thousand kinds of longing, will eventually be submerged in the vast smoke of the world. Although time has foreshadowed the past and painted a face of vicissitudes on a smile, the emotion of that moment is enough to warm all the desolation in my heart.
But time flies, and life is short. Who can remember whom? Who can hold hands and spend the rest of their lives together in peace?
Like dust in the purple path, youth fades in the blink of an eye. The long river of time flows slowly by, and aspirations remain, silently recalling the past.
If one indulges in countless thoughts and desires with a small inkstone, slowly exhausting one's pen and paper in elegant words and beautiful phrases, can one exchange time for another journey through the years?
Amidst the smoke and dust of life, on this bustling and ever-changing land, lies an ocean of emotions that cannot be crossed. In this journey of life, how many can truly reach the end of the river and sit and watch the clouds rise?
Plants do not make promises to the seasons; they flourish and wither as they please. Wild geese do not swear oaths to the sky; they thrive as soon as they flap their wings.
But you cannot break free from the shackles of the mortal world, nor can you see through the colors under the sky on the other side of the river; the people and events of that year have turned into the smoke of gunpowder in the wind, and the flames of the story have scattered into the dust of the mortal world.
In the stillness of the long night, if it weren't for my thoughts, why would I need to fish for sorrow and pain? If it weren't for my thoughts, writing a single word for you would be superfluous.
You cruelly wounded me, you cruelly left me, yet I can't forget that tender moment of abandonment!
It turns out that first love is truly unforgettable and hard to forget!
I long to choose a secluded cottage in the woods after all the worldly affairs have passed, to quietly guard myself in the deepest part of the mortal world, with a scroll of incense and the four elements in harmony.
In moments of solitude, I idly fish for moonlit lakes; in moments of clarity, I write about fate and destiny. Let the past gatherings and partings, the fleeting encounters, all become mere illusions, like clouds and smoke in a painting.
Let all the heavy memories, like quicksand, gradually dissipate with the wind in the long river of time.
Looking back, the melancholy is like the still night and clear sky. Is it that time is too cruel, leaving you unable to find any trace of the dreams of yesteryear? Is it that time is too indulgent, preventing you from grasping the scenery of yesterday? Is it that in this vast sea of dust, without a boat or vessel, you cannot swim to the joyful shore?
I often linger in those distant and sorrowful places, guarding my gradually breaking heart and a period of youth that can never be recovered.
Yesterday the flowers bloomed and faded, tomorrow the tides rise and fall, everything... vanishes with the wind!
The aroma is wonderful; it's a familiar scent.
He sighed softly and said, "Lily, don't you think this moonlight is quite melancholic?"
Before he knew it, Lily was standing quietly beside him. She smiled and said, "If there is no sadness in the heart, then what is there to be sad about?"
"Huh?" Chao Bufan was stunned, thinking to himself, "Yes, if there is no sadness in the heart, how can there be sadness?"
"Young master, has something come to mind?"
Chao Bufan gave a wry smile, pulled the beauty into his arms, and said softly, "Yes! I inadvertently recalled some sad memories of the past, which is why I am filled with emotion."
Lily nestled in his arms, pursed her lips, and said, "Young master, may I ask you something?"
Chao Bufan smiled slightly and said, "Want to hear it?"
Lily nodded and said, "Yes, I want to hear it."
Chao Bufan tightened his grip on Baihe's arms, let out a long breath, and then said slowly, "I met her at a flower festival that day..."
Fragments of memory:
"Senior Brother, I heard there's a flower festival tonight, it's going to be lively! I want to go and see."
"No, Junior Brother, Master instructed me to keep a close eye on you and not let you go out, so..."
"Oh, Senior Brother, I'm just going to take a look, it'll only be for a little while, I won't cause any trouble."
"That won't do either. If Master finds out, I'll get scolded again. No, no, no, I won't let you go out no matter what. Junior brother, hurry up and cultivate! Master will be back tomorrow. If he sees you still like this and your cultivation hasn't improved at all, he'll criticize me again."
Standing in front of the boy were three men. The tall one was his eldest brother, Chu Xiong, who possessed superhuman strength and could split boulders with a single palm. The fat one was his second brother, Wang Er, who, despite his weight, was the most agile of the four, his lightness skill reaching an almost supernatural level. As for the short one, he was less than 1.2 meters tall and nicknamed "Shorty," a typical case of dwarfism, but he was the most intelligent of the four brothers. Moreover, his unique skill, "Earth Escape Technique," was unmatched by the other three. And the youngest junior brother was, of course, Tian Yue.