With almost no hesitation, Xiaolan rushed forward and hugged the woman's legs.
When the woman broke away from the control of the rope and fell weakly to the ground from mid-air, Xiaolan thought about what if this was a bad person and whether he should save her...
But generally bad people will not commit suicide.
Xiaolan sat on the ground in confusion, looking at the woman lying half on the ground. The woman didn't seem to know what was happening, rubbing her throat and looking around.
"Are you..." Xiaolan tried to ask the woman's identity.
"Mother!"
A crisp call sounded after him, Xiaolan turned around, and two girls ran over, their little faces covered with tears.
"Mom, what are you doing!...Don't you want us anymore?..."
"Dad has left. Mom, please don't leave us..."
The little girls shook their noses and tears and stumbled towards their mother. Xiaolan was just about to get up, but saw the girl pass directly through her body and jump on her mother.
Seeing the two little girls, the woman's tears welled up like spring water. Her confused expression disappeared, leaving only a mother's tender yet painfully sad eyes.
The three of them hugged each other tightly and cried.
Xiaolan also felt sad, but she also felt that she was superfluous.
It seemed that the three of them couldn't see themselves.
These two little girls are the two little girls in the painting in the previous room, the flower bushes and branches of childhood.
Xiaolan remembers that the two sisters Hua Cong and Hua Zhi grew up dependent on each other.
Could the scene Hua Cong let him see be the moment when their mother left?
"Mom, don't go, don't be separated from us, okay?"
The pigtail stared at her mother with tears in her eyes, holding her mother's hand tightly as if she was afraid of losing something. The woman lowered her head, and her daughter's frightened expression was heartbreaking. The woman stretched out her hand and took her daughters into her arms. inside.
"Mom won't leave...Mom promises you, she won't leave..."
Xiaolan looked at the scene in front of her and thought of the flowers that had been silent for a long time.
Didn't you agree not to leave...
The small flower bushes and branches slowly supported the mother, one to the left and the other to the right. The small body supported the mother and moved forward.
When they walked to the edge of the screen, they seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind. The three of them disappeared out of thin air. The small house was quiet, as if nothing had happened.
Like a hallucination, or a dream.
The sound of rain also stopped, leaving only the sound of Xiaolan's breathing, heartbeat and friction. The rope loop on the beam was still shaking slightly, as if to remind her that she had not yet come out of her dream.
This is also a flower patch, part of the past.
"She's still gone, right?" Xiaolan asked hoarsely.
She herself didn't know why she was hoarse.
"You are here, but not in reality," Hua Cong's calm voice sounded softly, "There is no still, no next time, in reality, she just left."
gone……
Two little girls under ten years old were left behind. The little girls finally grew up, but...
"Although you are stupid, you did the right thing this time," Hua Cong continued. "I won't give you a hint. Let's see if you can find the next location by yourself..."
As he spoke, his voice gradually became lower and finally disappeared.
"Flowers?"
No one answered.
Didn’t he say he was spying on us all the time? Does the master of the original world also need a rest?
Xiaolan muttered as she walked to the door of the room and looked out. The rain had almost stopped. Without the reminder of the flowers, she could only walk around, not knowing how big the boundary of the flowers was and where the boundary was.
Xiaolan was walking in an unfamiliar narrow alley. Raindrops slid down the eaves and hit the unprepared Xiaolan. Xiaolan had nowhere to hide, so she had to walk quickly.
Wooden square windows crossed from both sides, and most of the rooms were empty. Xiaolan left without much hesitation. Her intuition told her that this was not the place she was looking for.
The alley finally reached the end. Xiaolan covered her head and turned along the wall, but her eyes were attracted by the house on the left.
In this dim environment, there was a faint light coming from the small door. It was not like a lamp or candlelight. The light was like a hand stretching out from the hut, hooking Xiaolan and walking towards it.
