C151 (1/2)
If you want it, you want it; if you want it, you want it; if you want it, you want it. Release? This was exactly the thought that flashed through Xuan Wuji's mind.
He looked at his mother's pampering eyes and finally understood. He smiled. ”Their wish is to return to the embrace of the sea.”
So he went back to the sink and returned them to their place.
”I'm going back to check on Wood, maybe she woke up …”
After the dazzling departure, she left behind a calm and tranquil figure. Under the cherry blossom tree, she had become a kind of scar … Pale tears …
His smile, in fact, was not happy; but even though it was not happy, he maintained a smile.
On the lady's face, a tear gently slid down and fell on the cherry blossom. As it fell, it slowly dripped down as it muttered to itself, ”Xuan, sometimes the wisdom that you excessively comprehend hurts your own heart because you know too much, so your thoughts are also complicated.”
Her other son, it was said, had locked himself in his room in China, and had locked the door for three days!
The Empire of William
Zorn, who had locked himself in a wooden room, sometimes came out, but only asked the same questions.
No one could answer, because the answer bell had to be connected to the person who answered it.
”Uncle Hong, do you think she will come back? ”I haven't taken her things yet, so I'll still return, right?”
Zuen faced Uncle Hong and said the same words he had been repeating for the past three days.
Under the dim yellow light of the candlestick, he had become withered and pale; his eyes had lost their former brilliance, and were a deep black; his thin red lips were slightly raised, pale and dehydrated, covered with dandruff; and his eyes were golden. Color hair, also droop, shed the former golden light, like the wild grass artemisia, a dry.
He didn't want to light a lamp. He hated the light. He was trapped in the darkness, licking his wounds alone. Even though blood was flowing, he had to hide …
Uncle Hong shook his head as he looked at him. It was scorching hot, but he was speechless!
Zou En couldn't get an answer, so he pulled on Xiao Fu and asked, ”Xiao Fu, she will come back, right? She'd left before, but she'd come back, hadn't she? Right? She will definitely come back? ”
Little Fu turned his face to the side, tears streaming down his face and down his neck.
”Sister Fu, you definitely won't lie to me. Tell me, she will come back! I'll wait until she comes back... ”Come back …”
Zuo En threw down Little Fu and asked her about it. However, it was as if he was asking himself all the questions.
He turned the table over again. It had been three days since he had last eaten, the mess of wolf meat on the floor, no water, no rice, and he had not returned to England, he had only been afraid that she would return, and he was not there; so he waited! Wait for her to come back! Noon. Night. Dark clouds billowed outside the window. Thunder rumbled. The crackling of the rain made people's hearts sob.
When Zorn walked out of the wooden room, the pink decorations were as clean as ever: cartoon, crystal trinkets, pink bedding, Ree. Yarn with silk, gauze with ribbon. little silk cloth, little daisy on a glass vase... Everything was like the princess' room. He had always been protecting her in his palm, he could destroy anything, but he did not dare to touch this place. It was because he had always believed that she would return, so he kept it as it was.
The intermittent singing broke through the curtain of rain, snaking like a snake, the meaning of the lyrics was a kind of hoarse, broken heartbreak:
Zorn sat on the edge of the bed, remembering all the times she'd come back, how she'd come back with a thick pile of bedding, how she'd come back to the room, how her face would turn into a Q version of him, silent in the dark, her hands on her hips, swearing loudly and arrogantly: ”Hey, I say you're okay, don't be so scary, okay? Do you know that you can scare people to death by acting like this? Why don't you say anything? Do you think you're a piece of wood? Do you think you're a statue? Do you think you're some kind of invisible person? ”Those who don't know, will be scared to the point of having a heart attack. Those who have had a heart attack will be scared to death by you. Those who don't have a heart attack will also …
But halfway through, she suddenly fell silent again.
She would come every day to change the gold in the bottle. Colored daisies, she would also say that these flowers are all blooming towards the sun, so you have to keep smiling towards the sun …
Her eyes were bright and clear, like stars that were falling, like daisies that were shining with boundless brilliance, as brilliant as ten thousand stars.
Tears slowly dripped from his eyes …
Engraved a cold ray of light...
Blinded...
Crystal.
Tears...
The singing outside the window was still drifting about, like a lonely ghost without a home … In this cold night, there was a kind of heart-tearing and lung-splitting torment that was devouring, tearing and biting inch by inch.
Will she come back?
She had sworn to him loudly that even if you were a demon, I would still be with you...
Had she forgotten? Everything that had happened was still lingering in his mind. He couldn't let it go!
You said that you would be with me, that you would be reincarnated forever …
”Look, how beautiful is this flower blooming …” If you see daisies later, you can see me!
As a result, Zou En staggered along with the others to the rainy back garden. He looked at the daisies all over the garden, but they were all beaten down by the heavy rain of arrows, dying up the garden and withering the sea of flowers …
Because she was gone? So the flower also lost its life?
Or do flowers have a heart, understanding sadness? Understand heartache?
Zou En, rushing into the heavy rain and showering cleanly, doing this can calm you down, can kill you, you don't have to force yourself to face reality for three days, she didn't … None... He didn't come back, it's true, he didn't come back …
The distant song, once again intermittent moan. Sing … His heart was broken, yet he still continued to lament. Sobbing and crying …
The world is too warm. Obscure
Only you and I are clear and absolute
There is no way out
love so much that it breaks the limit. limit
The End of the World