So infinite.
This night of upside-down carnival, this night of indulgence is the last compensation I can give you.
Let's pass the night and get drunk in the world of mortals, and then look back at the vicissitudes of life.
The huge golden door of the soul-receiving underground palace slowly opened in front of her.
There is no guard at this place. It is said that no one has come to this place since the ancestor's chaos hundreds of years ago.
The hall masters of the past dynasties are all "flying up" in the legend, so although this is the underground palace where the master of the Evergreen Temple rests in name, it is actually not even counted as the Clothes Tomb.
Meng Fuyao gently walked down the stone steps carved with lotus flowers, and heard his own footsteps echoing hollowly in the deep tunnel.
The corridor is gloomy and long, with blue and white porcelain lanterns shining brightly. The ground is paved with huge huge stones. A huge lotus flower is carved on the stone surface every three steps. The beasts looked at each other in silence.
Everything, deja vu.
At the beginning of that year when she met her eldest grandson Wuji, the dream suddenly reappeared, Meng Fuyao walked towards the main tomb without hesitation, and then she stopped in her tracks.
It is so tall, wide and huge, beyond the majesty and magic that the human brain can imagine.
The totem of the auspicious beast on the white stone pillar is about to rise, and dozens of luminous pearls are shining on the golden dome. When you look up to the highest side, you can see the golden dome of the sun, moon and stars, as if another layer of nine heavens has been created.
Only one golden coffin was missing.
Meng Fuyao stroked the golden book in her hand, the lines on it had already been engraved in her heart, she went straight to the top of the tomb, the top of the nine golden steps.
There is a lotus platform there, made of bronze, the only old and dull thing in the entire magnificent underground palace hall, there are some black spots on the side of the platform, which seem to be bloodstains.
In the center of the lotus is a small sapphire three-legged tripod, which seems to be familiar. There is a shallow slot in the tripod. Meng Fuyao dripped blood on the golden page, and inserted the golden page into the slot according to the method he learned from consulting the temple. .
"Fuyao."
The voice behind her came suddenly, making her tremble all over in shock, she froze there, her shoulders were so stiff that she couldn't turn her head back.
After a long while, she turned around slowly, forcing out a smile. She knew that the smile was really ugly, but at this moment she really didn't know what kind of expression to put on.
Changsun Wuji leaned against the palace door and looked at her quietly, without anger, surprise, or any obvious expression, but the clouds and mist in his eyes were endlessly turbulent.
He seemed to want to wrap her around her with his eyes, instead of his embrace, to engrave, engrave and engrave the figure of this woman who is always destined to have shortcomings in his life, and then firmly knead it in his own life.
Under those gazes, Meng Fuyao looked away, and tightly clenched the golden page in his hand.
Changsun Wuji suddenly walked over gently.
He walked up to Meng Fuyao's side and took the golden page from her hand. Meng Fuyao felt his hand loosen in a daze, and at the same time his heart sank, he also seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, thinking in a daze—he won't let me go...then I just don't go.
How can you bear to insist on leaving in front of him? How can you bear to turn your back in his gaze
It's good to be so strong to help yourself choose.
But suddenly he heard him whisper: "The golden page is not used in this way."
Meng Fuyao was startled, he saw that he bit his finger, dripping blood on the gold leaf, the blood dripped on it, the golden leaf suddenly turned jade white, glowing with a hazy halo, slowly floating in the palm of Changsun Wuji.
"Relying on the part of the patriarch's divine power attached to the golden page, you can pass through the gap between heaven and earth, but when you fall through, it is more likely that you will just fall into eternal darkness, unable to break free and unable to leave, and will forever float among the cold stars from now on." He pointed out A sharp golden light gradually appeared, like a pool of golden magma burning the jade page on the palm, the halo became bigger and brighter, after the halo, Meng Fuyao could no longer see his expression clearly, "Only the divine power from the current hall master, Only then will it be possible to accurately find the opportunity in another time and space and send you to the place you want to go."
Meng Fuyao opened his mouth, wanted to say something but felt that his heart was blocked instantly, those words and tears stuck in his throat, unable to swallow or spit out, his heart ached.
He knows... he knows everything...
"I can't send your body back." Changsun Wuji's fingertips were boiling with golden light, his expression was as calm as water, and he turned his head and smiled at her, "Fuyao, leave your body to me."
Meng Fuyao bit her lip and stared at him intently, at this moment she didn't want to cry any more, how could she see him clearly when the tears blurred her vision? How can she deeply remember the love of her life
Under the refinement of golden light, the jade-white light turned into a scroll of jade-colored silk, floating and floating in the huge palace room, slowly rolling towards Meng Fuyao.
When the light was about to hit the body, she suddenly rushed forward.
She rushed into the arms of her eldest grandson Wuji, raised her arms to hug him tightly, raised her face, and kissed his lips deeply.
Changsun Wuji's face, which had been as calm as before, finally moved like water waves in her hot and cold embrace. He sighed, and lowered his face, allowing her to find his warmth more deeply.
In the splendid but cold hall, the cold light shone faintly on the men and women who were kissing with tears in their eyes. They were tightly entangled with their lips and teeth, and chose to kiss themselves until they were suffocated. She hugged his waist and he hugged her shoulders. They both knew each other's curves. It is the only fit in my life, but when it comes, in order to fulfill it, I still let go.
In the previous life we used to love and torture each other, in this life we choose to love and tolerate.
There was a swirling wind in the hall, and the golden light and the jade light alternated and rolled down, like a magnificent and ups and downs drama in life, and the eternal curtain is about to fall.
The most lingering kiss in my life, before parting forever.
The jade light is like a giant brocade, rolling slowly.
Meng Fuyao turned into a seaweed in the deep water, drifting dizzily in his ocean, countless lightning flashes in her mind, the world is chaotic between her lips and tongue, in that bright white aurora, she has no consciousness or feeling, only knows that she loves The man in front of her, and she will lose him in a blink of an eye.
In that blurred world, she suddenly felt her body go cold, her consciousness lightened, someone patted the top of her head, and someone whispered softly beside her ear, "Go."
Her eyes went dark, and she stretched out her hand to grab him in a panic, but when she stretched out her hand, it suddenly disappeared, and she could no longer see him. She tried to turn her head, but she was caught in the huge tide like a small fish and tossed away. For a moment, she only had time to shout: "Wait for me, I must come back!"
The jade light rolls up, then closes in an instant, there is no phantom of Meng Fuyao in the underground palace, another soulless Meng Fuyao lies underground.
The eldest grandson Wuji stood quietly in front of the lotus platform and did not stop. The golden light in front of him spread across the entire hall, and gradually rolled out, extending in the entire hall. In the golden light, there was a small jade-colored dot that flew away and leaped away. His eyes Staring at the small point firmly, he kept moving his fingers along the track. Every time he persisted for a moment, his face turned paler, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead, rolling down to the ground with a rustling sound. Instantly wet the ground.
This is the most critical part of the entire "Space Separation Dafa". It is easy to send someone away, but it is difficult to send them to a safe and accurate location. Except for the patriarch and him, there is no one in the temple who has ever used the Dafa, and no one is willing to sacrifice his life for the fulfillment of a promise.
The light gradually faded, and the jade-colored dot finally fell into the place he arranged for her to go under his unwavering control.
Changsun Wuji was already on the verge of falling, and he stretched out his hand to support the lotus platform. He looked down at the ground, where there were the tears that Meng Fuyao shed at the last moment. Changsun Wuji stared at the fading water for a long time, showing a bleak smile.
Before he could finish his smile, he suddenly shook, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the lotus platform.
The blood splattered like a lotus flower, one mouthful after another, as if to spray all the blood in the body at this moment.
The eldest grandson Wuji pressed half of his body on the lotus platform, pressed his heart, closed his eyes and panted in his bright red color, he couldn't tell where the pain was more, or he didn't know the pain anymore. From the moment he sent her away with his own hands, he had already , not himself.
After a long, long time, he struggled to get up, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, walked slowly outside the temple gate, and said to the temple disciples who had been waiting there all the time: "From now on, this seat is going to retreat, and no one should disturb you. "
The disciple bowed respectfully. It is a common practice for the master of the temple to retreat, and everyone is used to it.
Changsun Wuji turned around, returned to the underground palace, closed the doors of the palace, walked up to the ninth floor platform, and stretched out his hand to press on a pillar.
The ground cracked, and amidst the crackling sound, the huge golden coffin slowly rose up.
Changsun Wuji bent down and picked up Meng Fuyao who was on the ground, put her on his lap, gently stroked her face, with a slight smile in his eyes.
He raised his head with a distant look, and the smile on his lips was as light as a spring flower.
Suddenly, the black cabinet door opened, and the clear eyes of a five-year-old boy shyly reflected his shadow.
In a trance, the wind in Xuanyuan Mountain was light and the clouds were calm, and the girl who rose from the cliff looked at him with amazed eyes.
In a trance, the warm wind of Haoyang Mountain was intoxicating, and they hugged each other for the first time in the hot spring.
In a trance, the city of Yao is full of flowers, and the weird and beautiful woman in the palace skirt sends him a liveliness that he has never experienced in his life, and then sends him to dance all over the world.
In the dungeon of Wuji Huazhou in a trance, she hugged herself tightly in the blood all over the floor, and said: Cry out, cry out...
In a trance, on a rainy night in Xuanji's Lijiazhuang, she crazily crashed into his arms, crying to pieces in pain.
In a trance, she bowed her head to the Jiuyi Hall, and said resolutely and calmly: Please let Changsun Wuji go.
…
There is so much beauty in this life.
Unknowingly, it has become so full.
He smiled softly and held her tighter in his arms.
I knew it would be so.
He stayed in Qiongcang and didn't return to Wuji, just waiting for this moment, he knew Fuyao too well, realized that he knew herself better than her.
Fuyao was able to endure until now, never asked him to, tried to give up again when there was hope, and gave himself to him in the end, he already felt that it was a surprise.
She gave up for him, so naturally he can too.
Everyone is begging for the best of both worlds, but only he knows that it requires too much luck that is almost miraculous.
He got up slowly, fed a jade bead into her mouth, and swallowed one himself, then hugged her, and slowly stepped into the huge golden coffin.
soaring.
If you turn around, I will be in hell.
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When Meng Fuyao woke up, it was pitch black all around.
She thought that she really fell into the black hole of the universe and drifted forever from now on, and her heart was filled with despair.
But the darkness suddenly flickered, and the gray light and shadow gradually appeared, and there were voices of people talking in a hurry.
"Oh, it's all right."
"Okay, okay, not dead..."
"Scared me! I saw her fall down suddenly."
"Miss, miss!"
She slowly opened her eyes wide, feeling a little unaccustomed to this modern address, shouldn't she be called "girl"
There were many faces in front of her, men and women, old and young, all chattering about her body, she collected herself and saw their clothes clearly.
Sure enough... back to modern times.
At this moment, infinite sadness surged in her heart, and the bitterness rubbed in her heart, which almost made her cry.
Seeing that she was not dead, the onlookers gradually dispersed. She struggled to get up, and when she turned her head, she saw the sign "XX City No. 1 Hospital" not far behind her.
Mother!
Meng Fuyao immediately ran over.
She stopped in front of the hospital porch, looked at the strange woman inside, and felt a little worried, how could she see her mother in this state? Does mom still recognize herself? If she doesn't recognize it, how can she explain it? Resurrect the dead? Do you want to scare her again before she dies
She thought about it and found no good way, so she had to walk step by step and found the familiar ward.
Her fingers stopped in front of the door, and she didn't dare to push it away for a long time. This step was too difficult, and she was so timid.
There was a sudden heavy breathing in the room.
She panicked, opened the door and rushed in, the light was a little dim, she didn't see her mother, but saw two red-eyed people sitting by the bed looking back at her in amazement.
It's Xiao Li and Fatty from the research institute.
Those two people looked at the strange woman who rushed in with surprised eyes, but Meng Fuyao didn't look at them at all, she rushed to the bed, almost the moment she touched the edge of the bed, tears flowed down her cheeks.
Mother…
A call can't come out, it's stuck in the throat.
The person on the hospital bed is covered with tubes all over his body, connected to various instruments, those weak electric waves are moving forward unhurriedly, and in the soft beeping, it indicates that the patient's time is running out. In the mask and the tube, the face of the mother is pieced together. She is so thin that she has become unrecognizable, as thin as a piece of paper, trapped in the quilt, making people feel that the quilt is heavier than a person. I can't breathe.
She slowly stretched out her hand and held her mother's hand. It was old and skinny, and the joints were clearly covered with age spots. As soon as her fingers touched the skin, tears flowed down her face.
But that hand moved suddenly, and the sound on the instrument suddenly became a little quicker.
At the same time, the fat man jumped up with rare agility and shouted: "Quick! Quick! Call the doctor!"
Doctors and nurses rushed over and pushed the dazed Meng Fuyao aside, checking, rescuing, and bustling back and forth. Those quick footsteps continued into changing lights and shadows in Meng Fuyao's bewildered vision. Feeling dizzy, I felt like I had lost my breath.
don't... don't...
It seemed only in an instant, and it seemed that after a long life, she finally saw the doctor take off the mask. She was half surprised and half happy and said, "Miracle! The patient is safe!"
Meng Fuyao let out a long breath, staggered back, and leaned against the wall.
After a while, two lines of tears flowed down her face slowly.
"Auntie, how about trying this porridge?" Meng Fuyao stepped into the ward briskly, dressed in sunshine, with a bright and bright smile.
"Miss Zhou, I will trouble you to come to see me every time." Mother Meng stood up on the hospital bed, smiling at her weakly but joyfully.
"It should be. Fuyao and I are friendly." Meng Fuyao took the pillow and propped it up for his mother, opened the thermos bucket and filled a bowl of chicken porridge, and first tested the temperature with a spoon.
In the end, she didn't confess her identity to her mother. The doctor said that although the patient had miraculously improved, her mood still couldn't fluctuate. She thought it over and over again, and decided to tell her the truth when her mother really wanted to go. There is hope, and it cannot be stifled by her.
So she made up a story about a woman from a remote province. This woman was once rescued by Meng Fuyao who was out archaeological. She came to take care of Meng's mother.
This story is very bloody and unreasonable, but it is still reluctant to deceive the patient. Give my mother hope that maybe she can live longer.
She was feeding the porridge meticulously, and the afternoon sun reflected from the window, reflecting half of her face bright and gentle, and her eyes were gentle. Mama Meng leaned on the pillow and looked at her with a smile while eating the porridge. Her eyes were joyful and happy, but mixed with With some strange meaning, every time Meng Fuyao came into contact with such eyes, his heart trembled for no reason.
Sometimes she wondered in a daze, did her mother recognize her
Then it was overturned immediately—how could it be possible, no one would have thought of what happened to me, how could my mother, who was seriously ill, guess it, and if she recognized it, how could she not say it
The two fed a few mouthfuls of porridge in a harmonious atmosphere. In fact, Meng’s mother still eats liquid most of the time, and the oxygen bag has never been removed. After all, she is a dying patient. The so-called miracle does not live too much day.
Meng Fuyao knew in her heart that she only hoped that she could accompany her mother through the final journey, and hand over her mother to the next life at the end of the darkness.
Meng's mother was in low spirits, Meng Fuyao carefully helped her to sleep, and took advantage of this spare time to go out to buy something.
She didn't expect to bring any money when she came back, but the woman had some valuables on her body, and she sold a considerable amount of income, which was enough for her future needs. She didn't want to go to the research institute, and it was impossible for her to go. She was no longer Meng Fuyao. , if you don't want to be a lunatic, it's better to start over.
Or, she doesn't want to start all over again, she remembers her promise, and she will go back when her mother's work here is over.
How to go back, she doesn't know, but even if it takes her whole life, she will not give up.
With a wry smile, Meng Fuyao felt that he was already a lunatic, and he tried his best to get back, and then tried his best to go back, living with such virtues, he really despised himself.
But what does it matter, where there is no concern, the figures and shadows in this world have nothing to do with me.
The afternoon wind was warm and warm, like a hand gently brushing her cheek.
She stopped suddenly and stood there in a daze, raising her face slightly.
Promise...
Pedestrians on the road came and went, and when they passed a certain place, they turned their faces to take a second look. There, in the center of the busy street, amidst the noise of the crowd, a young woman raised her head as if no one else was there, facing the sun.
burst into tears.
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When he came back from shopping, Meng Fuyao suddenly saw a small dilapidated facade with a crooked plaque hanging on it, which read: "The Museum of the Past and the Future."
The facade is very narrow, as wide as an aisle, sandwiched among a bunch of gorgeously decorated clothing stores and restaurants, it is easy to be overlooked.
But Meng Fuyao's heart moved.
The past and the future... Isn't she just a person who is in a dilemma in the past and the future
These days, whenever she has time, she goes to various temples, looking for the legendary eminent monks, and looking for a way to travel again, but she still finds nothing. Now seeing this sentence, it suddenly touched the lingering entanglement in her heart.
She walked in. The store was narrow and dimly lit. There was a table and some paper-wrapped medicines piled up, which looked like the facade of a scammer selling counterfeit medicines.
She regretted a little and wanted to leave, but someone in the darkness said "Huh", and then a hoarse voice said: "In broad daylight, there are also wandering spirits?"
Meng Fuyao's eyes widened immediately, and he rushed over to pick up the person behind the table, but that person was extremely nimble, he slammed the table upright to block her.
Meng Fuyao was startled for a moment, then remembered that this body had no martial arts, sighed, and said to the table: "I have something to ask sir..."
"Aren't you going back?" A skinny face poked out from behind the table, the eyebrows and beard were messed up and the facial features could not be seen clearly, but the eyes were amazingly bright. Nahan looked Meng Fuyao up and down, and quickly retracted, "Still staying here What are you doing here?"
Meng Fuyao was ecstatic in an instant, and threw herself on the table, "Can I go back? Can I go back?"
"Yes." The man stretched out his fingers across the table and squeezed her bones, "It's useless to have a treasure mountain in vain. Who is so caring to find such a pair for you? Body? One in a million..."
"How to go back?" Meng Fuyao didn't have time to listen to his wordy words, so he immediately asked.
"Death." The man answered lightly, "For this psychic body that can travel through the Yin and Yang world, many things will be much easier. If you leave this body, it will automatically send you back."
Meng Fuyao was so happy that she was dizzy, fell down from the table, gathered herself together, took out all the money on her body and put it on the ground, said: "Thank you, you are my benefactor, I probably have no chance to repay you. Money shows your heart."
She walked out happily and quickly, thinking that she would commit suicide immediately after seeing her mother away, ah, she can finally go back!
The man didn't speak, seeing that she was about to go out, he said: "Hurry up, if you don't die, someone will die."
Meng Fuyao suddenly turned around.
"Do you think the psychic body is so useful?" The man rolled his eyes in the dark, his eyeballs flickering and frightening, "Someone uses supernatural powers to maintain you, tsk tsk... it's not easy, twenty-one to three... He snapped his fingers and counted quickly, "The maximum limit, um... the number of forty-nine, he can only last for seven days at most. In other words, you are here for seven to forty-nine days. It's exhausted."
Standing at the door, Meng Fuyao felt cold in the sunshine all over her body. She hadn't calculated the time for a while, but she was thinking over and over again in her heart, but she couldn't come up with the answer, or the answer had already come out, but she was afraid to face her intuition and escape.
"Don't blame me for not reminding you," the man poked his head again and added, "You seem to only have three days."
Meng Fu swayed, and mechanically said for a while: "Thank you." Turning around and going out, the man behind the desk climbed out, stared at her back, shook his head and sighed: "It's difficult, it's too late..."
three days left.
three days left.
This number was like a huge thunderbolt, which made her mind buzz.
Mom seems to be getting better, but in fact, time is running out. She has been waiting to see her off for the last time. Mom has no other relatives in this world. She has worked so hard to come back, just to do what all daughters should do .
She has no reason, nor can she leave her inexplicably at this time.
However, she didn't know that all the time she was here was condensed drop by drop with his painstaking efforts. Every time she stayed, he was one step closer to the abyss of death.
It turned out that in the end, it wasn't her who was going to take risks, it wasn't her who was facing life and death difficulties, and it wasn't her who was waiting for the end with a desolate mood that night with endless lingering tears of despair.
It's all just him.
And she... what is she going to do? What is she going to do
In that life, she ran back because her mother was about to die. In this life, she knew that he was about to die, and she obviously had a way, but she was powerless.
There are so many heart-burning embarrassments in this world!
From now on, every step she took, every movement she made, even raising her hand and looking back, was counting down his life.
Her heart was pulled and tortured, and there was hell on both sides.
Three days... no one knows, it's too late.
Unless... Mom is going to die today...
Meng Fuyao shivered in shock, wishing she could raise her hand and slap herself - how could she think like this? How can she think like this
Wiping away the tears on her face in a daze, she hurried back to the hospital, the moment she opened the door, she subconsciously went to see the electrocardiogram monitor.
There are smooth peaks and valleys there, not straightened.
At that glance, she was completely subconscious, but after reading it, she felt like a thunderbolt—what was she doing? what is she looking at
What is she hoping for? What is she thinking!
Standing there, Meng Fuyao felt that her whole body was icy cold for an instant, she was trembling like a wobble, and she could hardly stand upright.
Suddenly feeling something was wrong, she lowered her head and met her mother's eyes.
Mother Meng looked at her quietly, her eyes thoughtful.
Meng Fuyao quickly pulled out a smile, raised her hand and said: "I bought fermented bean curd for you..." When she raised her hand, she found that fermented bean curd had been thrown somewhere for her in a daze.
She hurriedly covered up her cough, and smiled mischievously: "I left it outside... I'll go get it." Without waiting for her mother to answer, she walked out of the ward quickly.
Before she walked out, she took a look at her mother's complexion, and felt that her mother's complexion was very good. The thought flashed through her mind that she was not happy, and then she was so ashamed that she wanted to commit suicide because of her lack of joy.
She... was not happy!
Just after walking a few steps, Meng Fuyao saw a clock hanging in the corridor outside the ward, and Meng Fuyao saw the time as soon as he raised his eyes.
Seeing the moment of time, she immediately began to calculate, if mom now...
As soon as a thought came to her, she trembled again... What am I thinking? What am I counting
Not daring to look at the clock again, she ran crazily across the corridor, all the way straight to the toilet, turned on the faucet of the washbasin with a splash, and a jet of white water rushed out, dousing her head and face.
She faced the water column without avoiding it, letting the ferocious water wash over her face and her filth, how could she...how could she!
She vaguely heard the pendulum ticking, looked up, and saw that there was a clock above the toilet, the second hand was ticking, the minute hand was moving hurriedly, and the hour hand was under her eyes, flying forward at an astonishing speed.
time! time! time!
Every minute and every second is torture, every minute and every second is cut into pieces by Fenxin's sharp blade, smashed to the ground, and blood drips when stepping forward.
She hates the speed of time so much, hates the helplessness of life so much, why does fate have so many embarrassments to embarrass her, and never wants to give her any hope of redemption.
She jumped to her feet and smashed the damn clock hanging above the door with one blow.
stop! stop!
give me some time! give me some time!
Quick footsteps suddenly passed outside the bathroom door, and a large group of doctors and nurses rushed over pushing the car. Looking at the direction, it turned out to be towards the mother's ward!
She was overjoyed in an instant, jumped up, chased after the group of people and rushed over, but the group of people passed the door of the mother's ward without stopping, and directly rushed into the next ward.
She stood at the door of her mother's ward in a daze, her hands and feet were cold.
To make matters worse, the door of the ward was open, and my mother was still lying awake on the bed, looking at her at the door.
At that moment just now, did mother see her eagerness? At that moment just now, did she actually show disappointment in her eyes? Then fall into the eyes of mother
Her heart was icy cold, and her heart was throbbing with pain, clenched, twisted, squeezed, crushed... The world turned into dust and shattered in her congested heart.
She could no longer hold on to her mother's gaze, turned around and rushed down the stairs like crazy.
There was a corner at the small door on the side of the elevator, which was a safe passage that few people walked through. She slammed into the door and rolled down with weak steps.
The hard concrete stairs stuck behind her, and she was covered in cuts and bruises in an instant, but only this kind of pain could overcome the huge collapse in her heart. She stood up crookedly, her legs went limp and rolled on the corner of the stairs, and then she was gone again. strength.
She pressed her forehead against the corner of the wall, struggling desperately, as if she wanted to use that physical pain to resist the endless pain in her heart, blood stains stained the snow-white wall, and she rubbed it hard next time, blood and tears And the sweat is rolling, and the walls are full of lime and pink blood.
How could she want her mother to die...
How could she burst into great joy at that moment just now...
How could she be so despicable and selfish, even wanting to trade the death of her relatives for her own happiness...
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How could she be here safely, wasting his life
How can she know that time is passing, but can't do anything
How could she enjoy his life's hard work and leave him forever and alone in the underground palace where the sun is never seen
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She can't do this, and she can't do that!
Heaven!
Why can't she be born more selfish and shameless
In that way, she can not blame herself endlessly for the eager expectation revealed in her subconscious!
That way she could choose not to come back at all.
Then she can choose to forget him and start over in this world.
…
That way she could even choose to... turn off the oxygen valve!
Meng Fuyao cried bitterly in the dark and unmanned safe passage, and kept pulling her hair, bloody hair and broken nails fell all over the floor, the force with which she hit the wall seemed to smash her soul into pieces.
She did break too.
Broken in the tossing and tossing fate, broken in the heart-piercing torment, broken in the infinite pain of knowing that you can do it but not being able to do it, even thinking about it is a sin.
In the end, she lost all her strength, and fell on the dust, with her eyes wide open, watching the floating dust flakes rise slowly, and then slowly land, burying her.
She did bury herself, too.
The right to be dead.
She didn't want to suffer so much waiting for her mother to die, and she couldn't run towards her own happiness. She left her dying mother and let her die alone. She had no relatives around her when she was buried.
She couldn't tighten the valve of the oxygen bag by herself.
She had no choice but to die with her eldest grandson Wuji.
After all, fate is unwilling to fulfill her. She knows that all she can do is to use this life to accompany him. She can't live to be a ghost, even if she falls into darkness forever, she wants a peace of mind.
After sending her mother away, she committed suicide. The soul is an uncontrolled substance in the universe, and being a ghost might be able to be with him.
She felt that she had figured it out, thought it through, and finally figured out the truth of putting death to death.
So she got up, wiped off the ash on her clothes, washed off the blood on her face and hands, put down her sleeves to cover the wounds on her hands, tidied herself up to normal, and went back to the ward.
She asked her mother calmly, "Why aren't you sleeping yet? Go to bed early."
Mother Meng didn't speak. She has been in that position since just now, lying there halfway.
Meng Fuyao was exhausted physically and mentally, forced a smile, and sat down on one side of the small bed where she slept at night, leaned against the pillow, and couldn't move anymore.
In a vague way, Meng's mother handed over a glass of water, she took it, drank it in one gulp, and then felt that her head was heavy and her eyelids were heavy, and her consciousness quickly fell into a blur.
In that hazy illusion, I suddenly heard a soft and low call: Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao trembled all over, for a moment she thought she was hallucinating Changsun Wuji's call, but it didn't seem like it, she wanted to open her eyes to see who it was, but her body was as heavy as a block of iron, and she couldn't open her eyes no matter what.
She fell into a forced sleep, breathing slightly short of breath.
The night was getting darker, the ward was dark, and the light from a distance poured in, making the room semi-dark. When she saw Meng's mother on the hospital bed, she suddenly leaned over slightly.
Leaning against Meng Fuyao's bedside, she pulled out the infusion needle, struggled to reach out, and gently stroked her hair.
The eyes she looked at her were gentle and understanding, painful and tolerant. If Meng Fuyao could open his eyes, he would find that these eyes were exactly the same as that person.
The two people who love her the most in this world have the same eyes.
The light was dim, and a yellow beam hit the sleeping woman's face. Mother Meng calmly stroked her hair and caressed her lost and recovered little daughter.
With thin fingers, she gently smoothed her frowning brows that were still struggling in her sleep, and with a satisfied and serene smile, she caressed the face under her fingers.
This face is not Fuyao's face, but she knows that her soul is.
There is no reason, no explanation. The most difficult thing to explain in the world is blood relationship and heart-to-heart connection. They are such affectionate mother and daughter. They have depended on each other for many years. They are teachers, sisters, friends, and mothers. With the deepest emotion that is difficult for the world to reach, their concern and understanding of each other go deep into the soul, so Fuyao can't abandon her no matter what, so she recognized Fuyao at the first sight.
Apart from her daughter, who else in this world has such bright and compelling eyes
"It's a pity that I can't let you open your eyes and look at your eyes again..." Meng's mother said in a low voice, "Fuyao, Mom misses you so much, but Mom also can't recognize you."
After recognizing her, she can't do the next thing, she can't make Fuyao live in guilt forever.
"Are you in trouble?" She touched her bruised hand distressedly, "Am I in trouble for you? Fuyao... You are such a kind and kind child."
"Go where you want to go, do what you want to do..." She smiled and closed her soft palms, "I saw your happiness, I saw a person who loves you with all his heart, for a mother For me, what could be happier than this?"
Death is just an eternal sleep, and only when she knows she is happy can she lie down on her bed with peace of mind.
"Go..." She bent down and kissed her forehead lightly.
"Mom will always love you."
The dim light illuminates a corner, and the mother's pale lips in the light are printed on the daughter's smooth forehead.
Aging and youth bloom at the same time, true love is never afraid of parting.
Meng Fuyao's eyes could not be opened all the time, but a tear slowly dripped from the corner of his eye, and under the pale yellow light, it flowed and reflected pearl-like light.
Meng's mother caught the tear, looked at it in a daze, then tucked Meng Fuyao's quilt tightly, and lay back slowly.
There were crackling sounds in the darkness, and she slowly straightened herself up on the bed.
Then