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    Preface

    Seven night brocade is the name of a flower, almost no one knows the existence of this flower.

    And I saw it in a world in my dream. To be precise, it was the Seven Night Brocade that called me to that world.  Qiye brocade, also known as nightmare, is also called the flower of evil.  Its flowers have spirits, its flowers are nameless, and its roots are immortal.  The roots of Qiyejin are as fine as dust, spread all over the world, without leaves, she blooms once every 10,000 years, and only seven blooms, each of which has a different color, and her flowering period is only seven nights.

    Once the Seven Night Brocade opens, there will be a catastrophe in the world.  During the seven-night period of its flowers, everything is overturned.

    01 Funeral shower wine white rose

    I will see with my own eyes that this world is going to perish, no grass will grow, and people will die.  I didn't feel sad or excited, it just seemed to be part of my DNA.  Regarding my thoughts, Gen has always watched quietly without making any comments.  His eyes are in the very high sky. They are cold eyes that can see through life and death. For him, there is no secret in this world, and these are the stories he told us when I was asleep.

    We mean me and six other sisters.  When we were still asleep, we looked at each other for nine thousand and nine hundred years, and then spent the remaining one hundred years wandering around Gen, looking for our own exits.  Although we are separated, we can clearly perceive everyone's feelings and influence each other.

    When I woke up and experienced this world for the first time, I felt inexplicably familiar and sad. Just the moment I opened my eyes, I felt everything in this world, and I could know the identity of the person thousands of miles away from me.  The name, I can know that the plane in the cloud is about to crash, and no one in it will survive.  I imagined that I might bloom into a white rose, and I suddenly felt excited, so I named myself Baimei.

    I imagined myself as a woman in white, and I really became a woman in white.

    I was walking in a bush of white roses, and all those beautiful flowers fell from the rose branches. When I saw these scenes, I was inexplicably sad, and then wept with my head in my arms.  Just when I was hoping for someone to accompany me, Gen brought someone to me.

    "Why are you crying, are you still not home so late?"

    I hate people because they have shit in their guts.  I was a little annoyed, why did I care about my feelings so much, but I didn't dare to look into his eyes, for fear that he would see through me like he sees through the world.  Root told me that I snatched the names of those flowers, so those flowers had to die, otherwise I would get sick.

    The man from the world is very strange. I suddenly discovered that there is no shit in his stomach.  He smokes and holds a drink in his hand.

    "Why don't you follow Lin Daiyu's example and bury these flowers, and I'll pour some wine to honor them."

    I don't want it, I ask the wind to blow away all the scattered flowers.

    He watched the petals blowing away with the wind, and drank by himself.

    "White roses are also pretty."

    02 Sky Eye

    I was originally that black flower, and I don¡¯t know what was bewitching me. When I was sleeping, I felt that I was going to be the eye of the root, and see all the world from the high sky.

    Gen must have done something, the moment I woke up I couldn't open my eyes, and I realized that I had no eyes.  Unexpectedly, all my insights must come from the soul.  However, it is meaningless. This kind of broken perception is false to me. All I want is to look at everything from above.  I became a flood, roaring in this world, ready to drown everything, after all, everything will perish after seven nights, it is not impossible for me to add fuel to the flames.

    Gen told me one night that my eyes had actually become part of his eyes.

    Deep down in my heart, I wanted to kill Gen. Gen knew everything, but he was not angry about it. On the contrary, he let me let it go.

    03 Flowers bloom to see the Buddha

    In my drowsy sleep for thousands of years, I fell in love with a word: flowers bloom to see Buddha.  I don't know what kind of word it is, and I don't know what a Buddha is. Some people say that everything is a Buddha, some say that one thought is a Buddha, and some say that there is no Buddha.  I often wonder whether the Buddha is more powerful than the roots.

    I will be my flower, and I will do my best to bloom. I only have seven nights of flowering, so I desperately absorb the energy around me, and bloom wholeheartedly, just to say hello to the Buddha after seeing him.

    I am the color of bright red. In human terms, I represent enthusiasm.  I opened up with enthusiasm and people seemed to hate me, they whispered under my feet and scratched me like ants.  During the day I fall into a deep sleep, only at night can I grow, but ?Here I wake up to find people have drawn my blood and skinned me.

    I hate them, so every night I opened up angrily, squeezing out the mountains they leaned on, and the buildings where they slept. When they died, they still had the blood drawn from me.  How can this not make my heart hurt, I opened my mouth and devoured all of them in the night.

    What is the Buddha like?  I have long forgotten to recall my own memories in the process of growing up wildly.  I prefer to believe that Buddha is everything. I kill Buddhas to be Buddhas, kill demons to be Buddhas, eat people to be Buddhas, live to be Buddhas, and die to be Buddhas?

    I have already opened up to touch the sky, however, where is the Buddha?

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    It has been ten thousand years since I woke up last time, and I knew it when I was sleeping, she was gone, she was gone.

    But I still turned into a human being, walking on this bustling street.  The road ten thousand years ago was not what it is today, and the building ten thousand years ago was not what it is today, but why am I still like this ten thousand years later?

    Root once told me that there should be no humanity, it is a very terrible thing.

    I became a secular person, and I was also infected with human nature. I was excited and worried.

    On the last night when I couldn't find her, I also turned gray.  Root said that I will be discarded and become a real mortal, experiencing life and death.

    With the heart of the way, until death without regret!

    05 Empty

    They are all smart fools, I just want to be an existence that continues to sleep, regardless of the cause and effect of gains and losses.

    06 The sky is full of stars

    Ten thousand words are omitted here.

    07 life and death

    ?I thought I would never comment on life and death, after all, I have become insensitive to it.

    But I remembered that there was a person who took me home and watered me.  You know, the flowers I bloom are transparent, and no one has ever seen me, and I thought they never did.

    During the 10,000 years of sleeping, I thought of that person countless times.  It turned out that that person was also transparent, and that person could see me, and this was the only one among all my beings.

    Now I want to follow in that person's footsteps, this is the only death in my ten thousand years of sleep.

    The root of postscript

    I have been in this world for too long, I am tired of watching the ants-like emptiness with my eyes open, you say let me close?  I don't just want to close my eyes, I don't even want them if I can.

    Postscript: White Rose

    That man was crying, I don't know why, when the first ray of sunlight shines in the morning, I become a white rose, quietly blooming.

    On the seventh night, I cried.  Happily, he was given a beautiful dead end.

    ¡ª¡ªApril 18, 2017 in Chongqing (remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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