Chapter 114 (1/2)
Yan Mengmeng felt so sad for the first time in her life. At the moment, I'm afraid only God is pitying her. It began to rain on the street.
”Tick ~ tick...”
The sound of rain has become Yan Mengmeng's favorite voice at the moment.
Are you really wrong?
As Yan Mengmeng went farther and farther, the faint lights on the road were flickering.
In this light, there was endless darkness ahead until she saw a figure.
Under the faint light, we can barely know that this is an old man.
Stooped back, staggering.
One step, two steps
The two met.
Yan Mengmeng looked at the old man, and he also smiled at Yan Mengmeng.
The old face gave Yan Mengmeng unspeakable warmth.
Yan Mengmeng smiled, but reluctantly.
The old man then said, ”go back. This is not the way you should go.”
Yan Mengmeng: ”I can't go back...”
”How can you go back if you don't want to go back?”
”Grandpa, how can I go back if I do something I shouldn't do?”
”Ha ha, there are many things you shouldn't do. You really shouldn't do what you do?”
”I...”
”Well, you should have gone this way by yourself, but you came too early. Do you think you are wrong?”
”They all said I was wrong. I should have done it wrong.”
”What about you, what do you think?”
”Me? I... don't know...”
”Ha ha, listen, did you hear the rain?”
”Yes.”
”How do you feel?”
”Very comfortable.”
”Do you feel the rain?”
”This...”
When the old man mentioned this, Yan Mengmeng found that she didn't feel the rain, but it was only for a moment that she felt that she had been wet by the rain.
The cold rain began to feel on her at this moment.
”Everything is from the heart, the direction of the heart and the reach of things; the rain has already been on you, but you don't feel it. It's all because of your heart...”
“……”
Yan Mengmeng thought about Grandpa's words carefully. She understood something.
When she came back to see her grandfather again, the man had disappeared and left Yan Mengmeng with a bent back and a faltering step. Step back.
Yan Mengmeng wanted to catch up, but she couldn't move.
Can only anxiously watch grandpa disappear in the rainy night.
A sentence came faintly: ”if you don't let your heart, how can your body be controlled by yourself...”
”If you don't control your mind, how can you control your body...”
Yan Mengmeng kept repeating these words in situ, closing her eyes and thinking. I don't know how long it took.
All I know is that the rain has stopped outside and all the sounds around have disappeared.
In Yan Mengmeng's consciousness, she constantly replays every scene before. Since she became a murderer, she is already an outsider at the moment.
Yes, he killed someone, but he should kill someone. The world doesn't understand. What's the difference?
Do you still need to explain to others that you have done what you think is right?
I need to explain that I'm alone.
What you want is Yan Mengmeng's right.
……
Now.
It has been fifteen days since Yan Mengmeng fainted last time.