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  We set out on the small flat road, slowly and leisurely on our way.

  At noon, we arrived in front of a shop that sold tea and dry food. We tied up our horses and sat down, ordering several bowls of water and dry food. I said: When can we arrive at Chang'an?

  Xǐlè says: Ask the boss.

  I called the boss over and asked: How far is our place from Shaolin Temple?

  The boss immediately encouraged us: Two guests are tired and can be seen coming from Chang'an, not far away, just ten miles to get there.

  I felt even more tired after hearing Jile's words.

  Before long, the boss came over and said: How come your horse hasn't been fed all the way from Chang'an? It's almost starving to death.

  Xile said: Don't blame me, I don't know either.

  I said: Forget it, anyway it's all like this, let's set off early then, have you eaten enough?

  Xi Le nodded. We set off again, and Boss shouted from behind: Wrong wrong, Shaolin is that way.

  Jile and I can only pretend to be old and deaf, walking straight forward.

  The road to Chang'an is truly long, and I can only look forward to the arrival of another evening. There's a feeling that must be headed in one direction, but it's unknown why it's this place rather than that place - it's really indescribable. Why are someone's hands these hands and not those hands? Although they bring the same feeling, it's unclear whether they're the same or not - it's truly mysterious.

  I and Xǐlè don't need to recount anything from the beginning, no matter what kind of things there are, the ending will always be the same until today, unless the world is really that simple, one of us will suddenly die. I actually privately assumed this ending many times, because Xǐlè has been in Shaolin for a long time, but her culinary skills have improved day by day, and her self-defense techniques are almost no different from when she was eight years old, so the first to die is definitely her. Then I thought about what I should do if Xǐlè died. I think I should dig a hole and bury her, then decide that I want to die with her. But I still have unfinished business, such as my master or Fangzhang being killed by someone, and I want to avenge them, and the person who killed Xǐlè is the same person, so new and old hatreds are combined. I said to Xǐlè's grave, Xǐlè, wait for me to kill them all, then I will bury myself. Then, fortunately, I successfully killed them all; unfortunately, I couldn't find where I buried Xǐlè on that sorrowful rainy night.

  Thinking of this, I couldn't think anymore, because that would be a long-lasting separation, and I would be immersed in sadness for a long time, like grass that can't pull itself out. At the same time, the joys of real life are always jumping around in front of me. I will gaze at joy, thinking, how could I bury such a girl in a place where even I couldn't find her?