All living beings in hell

Chapter 15 - Lan Fusheng

I like to maintain a certain inertia when doing things.For example, when an event starts, push it along its flow, neither rush nor slow, neither slow nor delay, and when the inertia slowly disappears in the wear and tear of time, the event will end naturally .

It sounds easy, but staying awake while following the inertia is an extremely exhausting energy and physical effort.

Take the sentient beings in hell as an example, each has its own language, rhythm, aura, and different purposes.It is necessary to allow events to happen without intervening too much.It is necessary to open your heart, and you can record any kind of story without prejudice; but at the same time, you must not get lost, be bewitched, or forget who you are.

I was sitting in the teahouse under the camphor tree, thinking about how to balance it?My head hurts but I still can't come up with an answer. This thinking process is more difficult than receiving guests.So I simply let go of my thoughts, maybe the answer will eventually emerge in the uncertainty of the event.

I thought so, opened my arms, and jumped into hell.

The lotus lantern at the entrance of the office was lit up, and the office welcomed NO.11 guests.

"Master Writer, hello, excuse me." A woman's voice came from the door, and the voice was stable.

"Please come in." I waved the sapphire pen, and the door opened.

A humanoid woman walked in.The woman's body was covered with a layer of tulle like a white mist. Under the veil, she was wearing nothing. It was a naked human body.The woman walked on tiptoe, the floor seemed to be thin ice, every step she took was cautious.The tulle on the woman's body is so thin that it almost looks like she has no clothes on.But her face was covered with layers of white gauze, which were so thickly stacked that even the contours of the facial features could not be seen clearly.The woman sat down in front of my wooden table.

"Excuse me, what should I call you?" I spread my pen and ink and picked up the sapphire pen.

"My name is Lan, and my name is Fusheng."

I wrote the three characters "Lan Fusheng" on the rice paper: "Lan Fusheng, may I ask what you want from me today?"

"I want to ask my lord to help me find someone," she said.

"It's beyond the scope of my job, I just write, I don't look for people."

"You know this person."

"I'll say it again. Finding someone is beyond the scope of my work. Whether I know him or not, in this underworld, the only official who writes can only write. If you are really in a hurry to find someone, go find Black and White Impermanence."

Lan Fusheng lowered his head and thought for a while, then took off the veil on his face in circles.First, the contours of the facial features were slowly revealed, and as the gauze on the face became thinner, it became more and more clear.Until she took off the last layer of tulle, it was a face I was so familiar with that I couldn't be more familiar with it. I was surprised and lost my voice for a while.

——This face belongs to a good friend of mine when I was a teenager. She is a considerate elder sister who is six years older than me.She died of cancer in her early twenties, and it still seems to be a scar in my heart. Layers of skin tissue on the scar have wrapped up and formed a thick callus.However, this face, at this moment, at this moment, is actually in front of me.I felt like a stick in my throat, the old wound was gouged open by a sharp knife, I took a deep breath.

"Writer, we haven't seen each other for a long time." Even the voice was exactly the same as in memory.

I didn't speak, just stared at the face.

"After so many years, do you miss me?"

I closed my eyes and stabilized my mind. When I opened them again, it was still the familiar face: "Lan Fusheng, why did you change into this appearance?"

"Don't you like the writer? I am her. I did this to surprise you."

"You are not her."

"How do you know I'm not? I know our little secret."

"For example?" As soon as I asked this sentence, I regretted it. Do I really think that the person in front of me is that friend?

"You once told me a story, before the end of my life, you told me the story of the dog. You said why do people live so long? Because people have to live so long to learn something It's love. But dogs learn it in just a dozen years."

"So you came today to tell me the story of the dog again? It's already written."

"Tsk, the writing master is really unreasonable. We haven't seen each other for so long, why are you so rigid now?"

"Lan Fusheng, she won't talk like that."

"what?"

I closed my eyes, and one of the memories came up. The eldest sister looked at my photo and asked, "Are you unhappy? Why are you so serious at such a young age?" At that time, I didn't know how to answer, so I reluctantly responded with a Standard smile: "No, I'm quite happy."

I opened my eyes and looked at Lan Fusheng steadfastly: "If you were really her, you would know that I have always been like this since I was a child. I have never changed."

Lan Fusheng cut lightly, and wrapped the tulle over his face again: "It's really boring, Mr. Writer, as everyone said, you look like a mortal without heart. But your mind did shake just now, right? ? According to the legend, no matter what happens, the writer who will not shake his spiritual consciousness, at least for me, was confused for a little bit."

Where did this legend come from? Have you misunderstood the writer... The thought flashed through me, and I continued: "So the purpose of your coming today is to challenge my spiritual sense? It seems that your purpose has been achieved Alright, you can go." I got up and prepared to see off the guests.

"Wait, Master Writer, I haven't finished yet."

"You have broken the rules and peeped into my private affairs. I should expel the guest."

"The rules are dead, but you are alive. You said this." Lan Fusheng's tulle swept across his sides, and with the back of his hands supporting his face, he leaned lazily on the wooden chair.

"As you said, I am a mortal with no heart. The rules are the rules. You either go out by yourself, or I invite you out. You can choose one of the two. I will give you three seconds to decide."

Lan Fusheng still leaned on the back of the chair steadfastly, and I started to count down: "3, 2..."

"Okay okay, I'm going. It's not fun."

Lan Fusheng stood up, casually wrapped the tulle around his body, and tiptoed towards the door.I sat behind the wooden table and didn't get up.

"Nice to meet you, my lord," she said before leaving.

"I'm generally happy, goodbye." I waved the sapphire pen, and the door of the office closed.

I closed my eyes and waited for a while, trying to suppress this emotion, but my heart was churning uncontrollably in my chest.My body felt as if I had just fought a big battle, and I was so exhausted that I wanted to fall directly on the table.

The scars of my childhood memories were touched, and my whole body trembled, from my heart to my spine. My ten fingers clasped tightly on the wooden table to stabilize my body.I can feel that my consciousness is slowly collapsing from the edge, and the coldness of hell hits me from all directions.

This hell...after all, it is still unfriendly to mortals.

You have to go back to the human world, you have to go back to the human world, you have to go back to the human world.

With the remaining strength, I dragged myself and crawled towards the world.

(End of this chapter)