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Text Chapter 1887 A world waiting for death

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    In the wilderness, it is difficult to live inhabited by people. The mountains here are remote and the land is barren, making it unsuitable for ordinary people to farm and live.  Here you can see thorns everywhere and thorn vines crawling on the ground. Because the land here is very barren, the branches and tips of the old trees and vines are all burnt yellow.  In such remote countryside, when the scorching sun hangs in the sky, both trees and vines are sick and wilted. Even if birds and animals occasionally appear, they are hiding in the shade with their heads hanging down and panting.  .  In such a wilderness, everything is boring and lifeless. Although there are green branches and wild vines, there is a lack of real life. It seems that all life here will just lie down and wait for death.  It gives people a feeling of being sick and wilting. When all life grows here, it will feel lifeless. Everything in the world is just that. There is nothing in the world worth living and nothing worth pursuing.  of.  When the sun is shining brightly, when you look at the green trees and wild vines wilting with disease, when you see the scorched yellow on the treetops, when the heat is rising at noon, you will have a feeling that you are here.  If you are alive here, you might as well bury yourself here and forget about dying here. Stop living!  It is such a boring wilderness suburb. There is a flat land halfway up the mountain. This flat land is surrounded by thorny wild vines and thatch with sharp leaves.  There is a house built in such a flat land. The house is made of old wood as a frame and then covered with mud. This is a very primitive house. Even the house is made of old bark.  From this house, you can see how poor the owner of this family is. It is obvious at a glance that the owner of this family is living in a barren life.  The wooden door of the house is ajar. When a feeble breeze sometimes blows by, the wooden door will make a weak "squeaking" sound.  There is a road in front of the house. Let¡¯s call it a road for now, because such a road is covered with thorns. There are no traces of the road. Only people have walked here. So we can barely call it a road.  .  It can be seen from such a road that no one has ever been here. Except for cccc, the owner of the m.  .  On this road where it was almost impossible to find the road, a young man climbed up today. This young man pushed through the weeds and thorns, climbed all the way from the foot of the mountain to halfway up the mountain, and climbed to the front of the house.  The young man who climbed up from the mountain was Li Qiye. When he saw this house, he couldn't help but smile.  There is an open space next to the house. In this open space, there are some vegetables. In addition to the vegetables, there are also ridges of sweet potatoes.  At this time, there was an old man working on the vegetable field in this ridge. In fact, this old man was not very old. Based on the age of a mortal, he was about fifty years old.  Although he is fifty years old in terms of age, he looks a bit shabby and looks old and vicissitudes of life.  This old man is wearing gray clothes, and the clothes are gray and white. It can be seen that the old man has washed these clothes again and again.  Although the clothes are washed frequently, over time they become worn and dirty.  Even though the clothes are washed frequently, they are not very clean, and the old man is working in the fields, so there are dirt stains on them.  There are not many wrinkles on this old man¡¯s face, but his complexion is sallow and the skin on his hands is dark. It can be seen that the old man not only has poor food and housing, but also has been working for many years and is obviously malnourished.  The old man¡¯s hair is gray and sparse. Although he combs it neatly every day, he inadvertently makes it a little messy during work.  When the old man opens his mouth sometimes, he will find that there are not many teeth left in his mouth, and a few sparse teeth are still growing there. Even if there are only a few teeth left, they are still black and yellow.  And the old teeth have already developed cavities.  It is such an old man who lives in such a wilderness suburb. He works at sunrise and rests at sunset. On weekdays, he can only rely on the crops grown in the land to satisfy his hunger. He barely lets himself starve to death and spends a day here.  Just another day.  Think about it, this is an old man living alone in the wilderness, with no children, no relatives or friends to visit him, and no neighbors.  Working with the loess and the scorching sun behind you during the day, and sleeping in the darkness of the wooden couch at night, what a barren life it is, what a lonely life it is.  At this time, the old man was waving an old hoe with both hands, hoeing the sweet potatoes growing in the soil.  He is also old, and every time he hoe the soil, it seems very difficult, while a young man can do it with just one or two hoes.To dig out the sweet potatoes from the soil, he had to swing the hoe at least ten times to get them out.  After hoeing out the muddy sweet potatoes, he squatted down to knock out the dirt one by one and put it into the bamboo basket that had a hole in it.  Every time he picked up a sweet potato from his hoe, the old man gasped from exhaustion.  Watching the old man hoeing the ground, Li Qiye couldn't help but smile. He walked over without saying anything, bent down, picked up the hoeed potatoes, knocked off the soil, and put them into the bamboo shoots.  In this way, the old man was hoeing the soil with difficulty, while Li Qiye was picking up the sweet potatoes. Every time the old man swung the hoe three or five times, he would put it down to take a breath and rest for a while, while Li Qiye was leisurely and leisurely, picking up the sweet potatoes.  Knock the dirt off the sweet potatoes very rhythmically.  The two people worked together seamlessly, but never said a word to each other from beginning to end, as if this was a matter of course, and everything was normal.  After spending most of the day, the old man finally hoeed out six or seven sweet potatoes from the soil. At this time, the old man picked up the bamboo shoots, picked up the hoe, and returned to his house.  Without the invitation of the old man, Li Qiye also walked into the house. He saw that the house was a little dim. Even when he walked in in broad daylight, his eyesight was dark, and it took a lot of effort to get used to it.  There are not many things in the house, and there may not even be anything superfluous. There is a wooden bed on the left side of the house. Although the quilt on the bed has been washed, it is also blackened.  On the right is an earthen stove, and an old iron pot is almost rusty.  There is a wooden table near the window. The wooden table can only seat two or three people. All meals and tea are on this wooden table.  At this time, Li Qiye was sitting in front of this extremely simple wooden table, looking at the fields outside, looking at the diseased trees and wild vines, he couldn't help but support his chin with his palms, and fell asleep, as if he was about to fall asleep.  .  The old man had already made a fire to cook the sweet potatoes, and the flames were dancing on the stove. This may be the only thing that is still active in this world.  When you see the flames dancing, at least you know you are still alive.  The old man sat in front of the stove, adding some thatch to the stove from time to time. He was like a dead tree, lifeless, as if his only purpose in living in this world was to wait for death.  In the midst of this idle chatter, finally after a long time, a burst of sweet potato fragrance floated in, which finally brought a bit of vitality to the world. At least when your stomach is growling with hunger, you smell like this.  When you smell the fragrance, you will suddenly feel powerful all over your body.  At this time, Li Qiye, who had fallen asleep, also opened his eyes and sat up straight.  At this time, the old man had already put the cooked sweet potatoes into the dustpan and brought it to the table.  When the sweet potato was served, before the old man could sit down, Li Qiye took it without any ceremony, peeled it three or five times, and ate it slowly.  The old man also took one, peeled it off, and chewed it slowly. It seemed that he had bad teeth and ate very slowly.  "There is someone who wants to stay away from the hustle and bustle, but no matter how lonely he is, at least there is him in this world, and there is an old man selling buns, or an old woman selling salt." After Li Qiye ate a sweet potato, he said:  "Actually, this is not loneliness. This is just wanting to be far away from the world." "When your world doesn't even have the old man selling buns, or the old woman selling salt, then this world doesn't exist either.  I am the only one left," Li Qiye said.  The old man was just eating sweet potatoes, as if he was not good at expressing himself and was taciturn.  "What is loneliness? It is loneliness here." Li Qiye couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Whether it is an immortal emperor or a great emperor, escaping to the place of exploration, he is still famous in the ten worlds, he is still above the nine heavens, he is still the emperor's power  Infinite. This is just hiding from God's punishment. Today, we are eating sweet potatoes, which is called retreat." The old man still didn't say anything, just eating sweet potatoes, because he hadn't spoken for a long time.  He couldn't even remember the last time he spoke.  The old man didn't say anything, and Li Qiye didn't mind. He peeled another sweet potato and ate it slowly. After a while, he raised his head, glanced at the old man, and said, "When will you die?"  Without saying anything, he chewed slowly. He valued this hard-won food very much and ate it very cleanly and with great care.  "I don't know either." After a long time, the old man spoke. He gently sucked his fingers and said, "I'm also waiting for the day I die." "That's right." Li Qiye smiled and shook his head.  Said: "The only purpose of your life is to wait for death! When I was in the Nine Realms, I treated the Yu family's son. You also had a wine shop, and you came to drink his liquor from time to time, which was worse than horse urine.  Wine. His waiting for death is really nothing. At least there are many things in this world.Let him see it.  " "It's too long for you to wait for death. You can't open your six senses, so you just wait for death.  Li Qiye said with a smile: "It's not that easy even if you want to die!"  "(To be continued.)
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