It has been said that in life, there are constantly people leaving or entering. - So what is seen, what is not seen; What is remembered, forgotten. In life, there are constantly gains and losses. And he that which was not seen, saw it; Forgotten, remembered. However, what is not seen is the same as not existing? Remember, is it never going to go away?

For me, it seems that what I have forgotten can begin to be remembered slowly.

"I really had a hard life, I had to endure all kinds of external pressures, and I had to face my inner troubles. In the midst of struggling, if someone looks at you with understanding, you will feel a kind of warmth of life, and perhaps just a brief glimpse is enough to make me feel excited. Sayo, that's why I like you. I love you more than I love my life. ”

The 'girl' sat on a snow-white ox cart, she was wearing a snow-white dress, her long flowing hair hung softly, and she was caressed by the wind from time to time. The sacrificial procession formed by the villagers was very long, but it all stopped at this moment. The whole team stopped. Because on the way through which the team must pass, there was a small figure that stretched out his hands and stopped in front.

That was when I was five years old. My face was expressionless, my teeth clenched. No matter how much the villagers in front of him persuaded him, he was unwilling to move a step, like a rock. The elder became anxious and wanted to ask a few middle-aged men to carry me away.

So the 'girl' child silently stepped out of the car. She walked up to me, ignoring any surprised looks.

"I'd like to have a few words with Saya." She said coldly to the elders. As a sacrifice, the last wish of the holy 'woman' at the time of sacrifice is very sacred. So the elder and the surrounding villagers retreated. Watching us both from afar.

"You're lying." I glared at her.

Li Xiao smiled quietly: "How can anyone have it." I've long said I'm going to serve the great gods. ”

"You didn't tell me it was today."

"Wouldn't it be better not to see each other when we broke up? At least there is the slightest hope that the other party will see it one day. Xiaoyou's voice lowered: "Xiao Ye, I didn't know what I was doing right and what was wrong now. And when I finally understood, I found out. In fact, right or wrong doesn't matter at all. All I can do now is do everything I can and wait to die. ”

"I don't understand what you're saying." I still glared at her, "But I know you lied to me. You said you wanted to marry me, but you quietly ran away from the marriage! ”

"People don't. You see, our wedding ring, I still wear it. She pulled a red thread out of her underwear, and a piece of music stone was firmly tied to the end of the thread.

"Xiao Ye, do you know that because the Eight Sound Stone can make a beautiful sound, the ancients would also call it the Sansheng Stone. They felt that the sound coming from the stone was a memory left by their lovers in the previous life. I really hope that the memories of me and Sayo will remain in this stone, so that you won't forget me. Tears flowed from Xiaoyu's bright eyes.

Little I don't know what else to say, just look at her. Sometimes I really feel that she is far more mature than a five-year-old. The environment allowed this 'girl' child, who had suffered misfortune since childhood, to learn a lot and lose a lot.

"I didn't hate anyone because the people in the village were very nice to me. I don't want them to suffer any longer. She turned around and looked at the surging flood in the distance, the rushing waters of the Yangma River flooding countless fields and houses, and the roaring water was constantly carrying dead bodies in the 'waves'. It's just that I don't know if those people died to fight the flood, or if they died suddenly because they were caught off guard.

"I don't have my father's memory, but I read a phrase in the letter he left me. Regret is an emotion that drains the mind. Regret is a greater loss than a loss, a mistake greater than a mistake. So definitely don't regret it. But now, I feel like I'm starting to regret it. ”

She took my hand, which was soft but cold. Her whole body seemed to tremble slightly: "Ever since I met Xiao Ye, I began to regret it. I have heard a saying, among thousands of people, meet the people you meet; In the endless wilderness of time, in the tens of thousands of years, there is no earlier or later step, and it just happened to catch up. Maybe my life is really bad, and when I first feel like I'm about to grab happiness, it's all over. ”

I grabbed her hand hard: "Are you really leaving?" What should I do? Where will I go to you in the future? ”

She was silent for a long time before she said slowly in a hoarse tone: "I don't know where the palace of the great god is. But the music stone will tell you where I am, what I am doing, whether I am living well or not. Did the great god abuse me? Xiao Yu smiled and smiled very sourly: "So don't worry, one day, we will meet again." ”

"Which day?"

"When you return to the village again, I swear, I will appear in front of you! If I die by accident, Xiao Ye, I will stay on the Nai He Bridge and wait for you for ninety-five years! ”

The sunset that day was very bleak, and the scenery was like a little poem by an unknown poet that I had heard before. All happiness is in sorrow, all happiness is in pain, all joy is exalted. The silent dancer, with the most colorful rhetoric, was nirvana in melancholy, the dust flew, and then, the dust settled......

The 'girl' got back into the ox cart, and the sacrificial procession moved again. But since that day, I haven't seen her again.

The sun rises in the East China Sea and sets in the West Mountain, and it is sad for a day, and happy for a day. I used to think that happiness should be accompanied by sadness, and there should be sunny days after the rain. But after my rainy day, it was still raining. Sorrow is followed by sorrow. Without Shinoyu as a companion, every day is hard.

The water of the Yangma River showed no signs of retreating after Xiao Yu went to serve the great god, but became even bigger. More and more places are being washed away by the floods, and people are dying like weeds, and no one cares whose lives are gone, only that they are worried about whether it will be their turn next.

There is an endless stream of anti-flood organizations from all over the country, but they have no effect in the face of such a huge natural disaster. On the contrary, more people died in vain. In those extraordinary days, I often sat on the bank of the Yangma River, watching the river flow, swallowing life with teeth and claws. I don't care about any of this, I just want to see where the palace of the Golden Doll God is, and whether I can enter it. Can you take another look at Shinoyu. Such persistent feelings, I still think about it, perhaps, in the young heart, the sadness is not anything else, but the first love that is in the embryonic stage, but has been broken. The flood did not recede for a long time, and the people of Yangma Village began to prepare something again. Until one day, my father called me to his house and asked me to play a game with the villagers. Marriage game.