Holding a thin blanket and a glass of warm water, You Qi pushed open the small wooden door to the garden behind.
She crossed the cobblestone path and saw the person in the middle of the garden. She couldn't help holding her breath and eased her steps.
Jasmine flowers were planted in the back of the garden, which was planted when Youxu was still in good spirits. After three chemotherapy treatments, her hair had already fallen out, and her stomach had been cut by one-third, so she basically couldn't eat anything.
While the doctors were discussing the fourth surgical plan, You Xu gave up the treatment and returned to the small villa they bought.
Now lying in a wheelchair, she is already skinny, her wrists resting on the armrests are only covered with thin skin, and her face is slumbering in the sun, just like the jasmine buds beside her, white and quiet.
You Qi sighed softly, and after returning to the room to get a blanket, You Xu fell asleep again. During this time, she had been sleeping, and her consciousness became less and less.
In the early afternoon of spring, when the temperature was still a little low, You Qi covered You Xu with a blanket, then held the back handle of the wheelchair, trying to push You Xu back into the house.
After moving twice, You Xu woke up, his voice was a little vague: "Did you send it out?"
"I sent it," You Qi said. "I send it once a week. I won't forget it."
After a pause, she couldn't help but say: "What are you doing looking at those flowers one day, what if you fall asleep in the garden and catch a cold next time?"
You Xu smiled and didn't say anything. Knowing that her cousin was worried about him, she only felt warm in her heart.
"Also, don't get up secretly for me to write a postcard in the middle of the night," You Qi couldn't help nagging her, "You've written so much, how much more do you need to write, regardless of your physical condition."
You Xu smiled helplessly: "Okay, I know."
"I know, I know, you always say you know," You Qi pursed his lips, "Drink some warm water."
You Xu took the cup, drank it in small sips, and swallowed it slowly. It was a little difficult to drink.
The frequent headaches and abdominal pains made You Xu unbearable, and asked the system again: "When will I die?"
The system said: "You don't have to suffer when you complete the beheading mission, and you won't lose a second if you haven't completed the three-month countdown."
You Xu didn't speak anymore. She was born, old, sick, and died. She hadn't realized the second stage yet. She jumped directly to the third and fourth stages, and she could be considered to have lived her life to the fullest.
The time is as long as the slow-cooking of porridge on the stove, waiting for the last time to boil and turn off the flame.
You Xu was unconscious and in pain for longer and longer. In the last few days, she couldn't eat or drink, and lay on the bed, full of sickness.
You Qi finally went from secretly wiping tears to crying loudly: "Cousin...don't go..."
That day, You Xu seemed to be getting better. She could see the person in front of her clearly and hear the voice clearly. She smiled weakly: "Why are you crying like this... I still have breath."
You Qi wiped his tears and said, "Don't talk so much, keep your spirits up."
"Okay, okay," You Xu slowly closed his eyes, "it's late at night, don't wait anymore, go back to sleep."
You Xu added: "The wind is not very strong tonight. Open the window a little bit. I want to get some air."
She seldom asked, and it had been a long time since she had said so much. After thinking about it, You Qi opened the window and added a quilt to her before leaving.
You Xu closed his eyes, his mind was full of the appearance of a person.
In the afternoon, when the window opened and the warm sunlight shone in, Duan Min held a strand of her black hair, curled up and fell asleep.
She only added a spoonful of honey to the milk, he pursed his lips and looked unsatisfied.
She was idly leaning against the sofa, reading fairy tales, and he listened with his lips bent.
And the way he always looked at her quietly with those clear and bright eyes.
She knew that her time was coming. It turned out that when people come to the end of their lives, they will really look back on the important people and things in their hearts.
You Xu struggled to move, took out a postcard and a pen from under the pillow, she squeezed the pen with all her strength, and wrote messy words stroke by stroke.
The nib of the pen rustled on the paper, making a soft sound in this quiet night.
Duan Min, I love—
The "pat" pen rolled to the ground, and the postcard fell from the gap between the beds.
The mottled moonlight leaking in through the window quietly fell on her hand resting on the edge of the bed.
—
When You Xu returned to the blank space, he didn't regain his senses for a long time, and sat stunned.
Until the voice of the system sounded: "Congratulations to the host for completing the task, the task rating level is B, and the reward is 3000 points."
What
Did she finish the mission
When did she finish the task
So Duan Min... is dead? !
You Xu's brain was buzzing, and he said incredulously, "Duan Min is dead? Impossible!"
The system said: "You can spend 100 points to watch the task replay and perform the task review."
You Xu still didn't believe it: "Watch the mission replay."
A screen was quickly displayed in front of her, and the playback started at double speed.
Duan Min cooks in the kitchen by himself. He only tastes one sip of the food he makes, frowns, and then throws it away. He has to do it more than a dozen times before he is satisfied.
He stared at the dishes on the table, walked away, and suddenly muttered: "I will cook all the dishes in your recipe..."
Duan Min seldom slept, or dared not sleep, especially during the afternoon nap, he would even fidget and go to the bookcase to find the books she had talked about and read, and his mind would calm down a little.
The pages were turned, and something fell out.
Duan Min picked it up and saw that it was a Jasmine bookmark. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he flipped through the book from beginning to end, and found two bookmarks.
Then, he walked over to the bookcase again, flipped through all the books, and looked for treasures. Every time he found a bookmark, he carefully put it in his pocket.
Because they grow more and more jasmine flowers, sometimes Youxu will pick some to make tea, or make bookmarks and put them in books.
That night, Duan Min put the bookmark next to his pillow, the faint scent of jasmine blossomed in his breath, and the evening breeze brought the light fragrance of the windowsill into the whole room.
Familiar taste, as if she never left.
Duan Min closed his eyes, but did not fall asleep again, silently sketching her appearance in his mind.
Later, he opened up the two houses. His original house was completely dark. The orange post-it notes that You Xu once wrote to him, he posted the shape of the sun on the wall, was the only color in the house, and her room was always It's beige and warm.
The difference between Jing and Wei is clear, like hell and heaven on one side, and he shrinks in "hell" most of the time.
Duan Min would go out every day, go to the mall, go to the supermarket, and go to all kinds of crowded places. He took a lot of drugs to force himself to adapt to the breath of the living. When he returned home, he suffered from the disease overnight. He endured it alone. will continue to go out.
After constant stress response and forced physical and psychological adaptation, he can go farther and farther and use less and less drugs.
In the end, apart from subconsciously avoiding oncoming people, he was basically able to go out like a normal person.
"Yu Xu, I can go out like a normal person, and I will be able to accompany you all over the world soon."
"When are you coming back?"
A person's life is too difficult, and it seems that there is no end to the endless sea of suffering. The only thing that gives him some comfort is the postcard sent by You Xu. She sends a postcard every week with two or three sentences on it.
"Duan Min, the temperature has dropped so much here, and a lot of hail has fallen, making the windows crackle."
"Duan Min, today's sunshine is very good, the water of Ruoming Lake is sparkling, like tens of thousands of glass balls shattered on the ground."
"Duan Min, I saw that the peach blossoms on Weishan Mountain were all blooming, and they were very beautiful, but I didn't see the peach blossom demon recorded here. I think there might be too many people and she hid."
…
Whenever he couldn't hold it any longer, he would take the postcard and read it over and over again, thinking that she lived so well in the distance, thinking that she would laugh so happily without him, and he had the ability to struggle to survive again. power.
As long as a lifetime is, there is always a return period.
They will meet again.
Duan Min returned a postcard to You Xu, but every time he raised a question or topic, she did not respond. The address of the postcard was always changing. He thought that she was traveling all over the world, and there might not be a fixed place to receive his postcard. .
After a while, Duan Min took off all the jasmine flowers on the windowsill, made them into bookmarks, and carried some of them in a small glass jar with him.
He bought a plane ticket and went abroad.
The place where I arrived first had already set the sun, and there was no hail.
A few days later, Duan Min sat on the stone chair by the Ruoming Lake, looking at the sparkling lake water, his eyes darkened, and he silently squeezed the small glass jar in his hand.
The peach blossoms on the mountain are late, and the mountain is still full of red. Many people take pictures and play, and couples hug each other under the trees. All the excitement has become a distant background.
He walks all over the world alone, watching the scenery she has seen, eating the food she mentioned, like an ascetic monk practicing silently, but without any regrets.
Until one day, his cell phone rang. At that moment, he felt like a lifetime away, and even suspected that he had heard it wrong. Since You Xu went abroad, her cell phone has never been turned on.
Is she coming back
Duan Min didn't dare to delay, he took out his mobile phone, his hands trembled so much that the phone almost fell, his chest heaved violently, he gasped for breath, and the moment the call was connected, he even stopped breathing.
Both sides were quiet for a moment.
Duan Min's knuckles turning white while holding the phone, he whispered cautiously, "You Xu?"
"Cousin-in-law," You Qi said, "it's me."
Duan Min immediately asked, "What about her?"
You Qi paused and said, "I'll give you the address, you can come and have a look if you want."
"it is good."
Duan Min, who received the address, continued to be ecstatic, wishing he could rush over immediately, but he was passing through a window and saw that he was in a state of embarrassment and stopped.
His beard is unshaven, his hair that hasn't been cut for a long time has reached his neck, his face has not been washed, and the nails on his hands have not been cut. How long has it been since he changed his clothes
How could he go to see her in such a bad situation.
Duan Min immediately bought all the washing and grooming things, checked into a hotel to take care of himself, and made sure to clean up. He flew to the city overnight.
By the time he found the place, it was already afternoon. Duan Min checked the house number and address again, his palms sweating for the first time.
This is a small villa decorated in European style, with a blue top and white walls, two floors high, many plants beside the door, and a half-person-high iron fence in front.
The moment he pressed the doorbell, Duan Min's heart skipped a beat.
The bell melodiously entered the room, and after more than ten seconds, there was a clear sound of turning the lock, and the door opened with a "click".
You Qi came out with a tired face: "Cousin-in-law, you are here."
Duan Min looked back: "What about her?"
"She..." You Qi seemed to be at a loss for words, and her unspoken words contained emotions, "Come in with me first."
Duan Min suppressed the unease that surged up, curled his fingers tightly, and walked in with her silently.
"You sit first," You Qi handed him a glass of warm water, "I'll go get something."
Duan Min glanced at the living room, it was still light beige tones, wooden furniture, floral arrangements, large and bright floor-to-ceiling windows, the style she liked, but she didn't see her.
Restraining the anxiety in his heart, when Duan Min was almost unable to sit still after waiting for a while, You Qi came over with a large cardboard box, "She wrote these for you, let me send you one every week."
Duan Min took a look and saw that it was full of postcards, thousands of them, enough for him to continue to receive postcards from her in the next hundred years.
The above content has already been written in advance, what does she mean...
"And this one, I found it under the bed." You Qi also handed over the postcard in her hand. If she hadn't sorted things out and found this postcard under the bed, she might not have called Duan Min. , go with the arrangement of the cousin.
But she thought that her cousin wanted to see him.
Duan Min's fingertips trembled, and he took the postcard, which read "Duan Min, I'm happy—" The fourth character was not finished, and he drew a long stroke. The handwriting was quite messy, not the kind of deliberate mess. , but seems to have lost the strength.
There are still traces of ink smudges on the brush, like tears.
"Where is she?" Duan Min said with difficulty.
You Qi lowered his eyes and sighed deeply: "Come with me."
Walking back to the cobblestone path, the oncoming wind brought the familiar fragrance of jasmine flowers to him, and soon the courtyard was filled with jasmine flowers, and the stone monument erected in the center was very conspicuous.
"My cousin has cancer. She planted this flower field here in the last period of time. She didn't want the corpse to slowly decay, so she finally turned it into ashes and sprinkled it here." She never thought that when her cousin came here, He planted a grave for himself.
The people next to her were extremely silent, and You Qi turned her head: "Cousin-in-law?" The next moment, her eyes darkened.
Duan Min manipulated her and said coldly, "You go out first."
The afternoon sun was a bit dazzling, Duan Min quietly looked at the tombstone in front of him.
Thinking of her pear vortex smile, so sweet, she said that life is so long, and there is always a return date.
fake.
all fake.
The blood all over his body had already solidified, and he could not feel the warmth of the sunlight. He reached out and rubbed the cold stone tablet, his eyes were painful, and his voice was extremely difficult: "You Xu, you lied to me."
Gently blowing by the warm breeze, the delicate petals of jasmine swayed.
From the projection side, You Xu saw that against the background of the blue sky, there seemed to be only a lonely shadow standing in a white flower field in the world.
He kept his eyelids down, making it hard to see his expression.
The wind stopped slowly, and he said, "You Xu, I can't wait for you."
"I will look for you."
Duan Min took out the scalpel that You Xu had pressed against his neck, and put it in the same position as before.
"Don't!!!" You Xu shouted hard, but unfortunately they were not in the same time and space, so he couldn't hear them.
The next moment, the blood of Meihong fell on the white petals, and the smell of blood and the fragrance of jasmine fused on this piece of soil.
The blood on his neck kept gushing out, feeling the loss of life force, Duan Min fell down beside the stone monument, smelled the familiar fragrance, and closed his eyes quietly.
I can finally fall asleep, he thought.
The projection screen in front of him disappeared, and You Xu's vision was blurred for a long time. Unconsciously, tears filled his eyes, and he didn't notice that his body was trembling all the time.
"Warning warning, the host's emotional realization value reaches 60... 70... 75... ... breaks through 80," the system said, "Start emotion reset initialization."
The memories in You Xu's mind were stripped to pieces, and many things seemed to be separated by a layer of frosted glass, so they couldn't be seen clearly.
After an unknown amount of time, You Xu stopped her tears, calmed down, and after returning her senses to the cage, the system began to say, "Please prepare the host to teleport to the next world."
You Xu fell into the white aperture and disappeared into the blank space and time.
Waking up in a room full of happy eyes, the red hijab covered her sight, and she lowered her eyes to see the wedding dress on her body and the gold bracelet on her hand.
You Xu lifted the red hijab, without even reading the world line, stood up and walked to the table, smashed the porcelain jug on the table, picked the sharpest tip, and stabbed it into the neck.
The candles flickered, the big red candle shed tears, the red clothes were stained with blood, and blood flowers fell on the ground.
…
You Xu opened her eyes again, returned to the blank space and time, and subconsciously touched her neck, she always felt a faint pain, the fragments pierced in is real pain, and when the life body completely passed, she lost the pain and came back.
This real pain makes many hosts dare not attack themselves even if they don't want to do the task, so the system's dull voice rarely says angrily: "You!"
It is also the first time to encounter host resistance: "Don't you want to go back to your original world?"
You Xu snorted indifferently.
Because she found that they had nothing to do with her except for the desire to return to the original world as a reward, which was actually a threat.
"Warning," the system added, "the host's emotional realization value has reached 79!"
You Xu continued to be indifferent: "Oh."
I said before seven or eight that the emotional realization value will be reset uncleanly due to the host's own resistance. Besides, they only have the right to reset once, so the feelings can still increase.
System: "... ...teleport."
You Xu was teleported to a new world again. When she woke up, she saw that she was wearing coarse clothes, with a lot of calluses on her big hands, and was squatting by the river with a mallet to do the laundry.
You Xu sneered, threw the mallet, kicked open the wooden basin in front of him, and jumped directly into the lake, the earthy lake water poured into her nose and mouth, her stomach swelled, and she kept sinking.
When I woke up again, I was surprised to find that I didn't return to the blank space. You Xu looked at the room, the wooden doors and windows with carved hollows, the bed linen and gauze. Miss.
Is this the world of rebirth
You Xu pulled out the golden hairpin on his head and plunged it into his neck without hesitation.
Blood gushed out, and You Xu gritted his teeth to endure the pain.
When she woke up again, she still didn't go back. At a glance, she saw the dark sky, the shadows of the trees in the dark night, and the cold wind blew, bringing a stench of carrion.
You Xu glanced at his small body and was sure that he had been reborn again, and was thrown into the dead in the wild mountains.
This time, she still didn't read the world line, climbed out of the crowd with hands and feet, and left here.
In this ordinary world, there is an ordinary person who sometimes eats and sleeps in the open air, and sometimes watches flowers and birds. She walks in sparsely populated places, waits for the sunrise to watch the sunset, picks wild fruits and birds' eggs, and entertains herself. Mountain peach blossoms and startled, think of a person.
When the energy of the system was exhausted, You Xu returned to the blank space and time again.
The system was so angry: "What do you want to do? Do you know how much energy you need every time you travel through it? Do you know how difficult it is to find a condition that matches your identity?"
The system said irritably: "I also want to rush performance!"
The so-called timing of negotiation is when the other party is not calm, and she is still sensible, and she has already made it clear that she is not good enough. You Xu seized the opportunity and said: "According to my observation, the essence of your mission is to ask the target not to persecute. The world, if I don't have to kill them, and I can guarantee that they will not be blackened, the world will be stable, is that okay?"
The system fell into a long silence. It was the first time that the host made these requests. Before the task was set, the host kept his head down and did it.
To tell the truth, after countless evaluations and long-term experiments, it is still the best way to eradicate hidden dangers.
You Xu sat cross-legged and said with a smile: "Anyway, you are already bound to me. You can do it if you don't want to. Don't you just want performance? I'll take you to the opposite direction."
system:"... ... "
One person and one machine were quiet for a long time, and the system gritted its teeth and said, "I will report to the host."
You Xu waited left and right, and after waiting for a long time, the system sounded again: "According to your requirements, it is also possible, but in order to ensure the stability of the world, the blackening value of the target task must be reduced to 0, and the trust value in you must be reduced to 0. 100 is the job done."
"If the blackening value of the mission target exceeds 80, we will forcefully intervene in the host's body and control the host's body to carry out the beheading mission. This involves the issue of the host's personal rights, so we need to sign a contract."
A glass plate appeared in front of You Xu, and she pressed her handprint happily.
"Okay," the system retracted the glass plate and said angrily, "Start the mission of the next world."
"No." Yushu said.
The system is irritable again: "Where can't it be?"
You Xu: "I want to reset the first world, according to the new treaty content."
In the first world, as a novice task, you can choose a time period to reset. Many fast wearers do the task for the first time, and their scores and points are not high.
"Go, go, go."
Yu Xu: "Wait a minute."
System: "What's the matter!"
"I don't want you," You Xu said, "I want that stickman." The stickman in his mind disappeared at some point and turned into an invisible electronic sound.
The system was in a hurry: "I am the professional beheading system, seven or eight is the trainee system, only responsible for signing contracts and explaining some matters."
You Xu figured it out, it turned out that this electronic sound took over from the beheading mission stage, and its performance would be linked to her after that, which she was not very happy about: "I want it, and I don't need to behead. mission."
Although Qi Ba plays Tai Chi in her mind, eats melons on vacation, and does not do her job properly... But it is still a good system.
"..." The system has the feeling that it will be thrown away when it is used up, but it can't stand this host, so it might as well go to another host, besides her terms have changed, it may affect It rushes in performance, it is the number one system on the host points rankings!
She has already let it lose two worlds, and the comprehensive score has dropped by an unknown amount. Without it, I will see how she will cry in the future.
As an extremely efficient electronic voice, he simply stopped talking, and directly silenced the sound. After a while, the stickman with poor workmanship appeared in the blank space, and it ran over: "Host, 嘤嘤嘤~"
You Xu's face was expressionless, and he held the monster with one hand: "Okay, send me back to the first world."
Qi Ba raised Tan Hei's head with great effort, and said emotionally, "Host, I miss you so much."
You Xu pressed it down again, obviously Xiao wanted her points, "Hurry up."
"Okay, host."
A long timeline appeared in front of You Xu.
"Please select the time point for the host," it said in a warm reminder, "only the red point can be selected."
At a glance, there is only one red dot, You Xu: "..." Is this still a choice
She took a closer look and saw that the point was just stuck at the node of the beheading mission.
The author has something to say: At first, when I conceived this story, I didn’t feel any sadistic feeling. When I wrote it word by word yesterday afternoon, I cried like a silly dog, and I almost cried with my friend.
That's when I knew I was dead, and when I looked at the comments again, I was dead (.
In fact, I didn't want to spoil it at first. I don't know whether the ending is good or bad, so I have a sense of expectation, but I saw that many people wanted to send me blades. When I thought about it, if I sold so many blades, I would make a fortune. Get rich [No.
Thanks again for the express delivery that will be out of service, and save me, who is about to become rich [this is not the point.
Thinking of everyone's mood and emotions looking forward to a good ending, I replied to the comments one by one, emphasizing that this small world is HE (I don't know if anyone has seen it), and I have a sense of guilt that broke some people's expectations.
I originally wanted to finish writing this small world today, but the speed was too slow and fluctuated between 600-800. It took only one day to write 6500 words. I will definitely finish it tomorrow and open the door to a new world.
Thank you for your support~
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