The woman sitting cross-legged in the room said this, even if she talked about the past, her expression would not change at all.
It was as if that was not a story that happened to me, but that I was just a bystander recording someone's life, and was not involved from beginning to end.
"He wants me to love him."
She couldn't understand what love was, so she couldn't love him as he wished.
She asked Du Ziheng what love was at that time, just like she asked this boy she didn't know now.
"What is love?" she asked.
Feng Wuli found that he couldn't answer.
"It turns out you don't know what love is either."
This person didn't know what love was, and Du Ziheng didn't know what love was, and she didn't know what love was either. She was watching Du Ziheng crying in front of her, and she wanted to pull him up, but she just passed through his body.
Du Ziheng couldn't see her anymore and couldn't touch her.
From that day on, Du Ziheng could no longer see or hear monsters.
When he raised his head again, there was only one stone statue left in the room.
"Ah Heng said that he made a dress for me with his own hands and wanted to bring it to me. He said that it would look good on me, so he went out."
"He rarely came back after that, and I forgot how long it had been since I last saw him." When she said this, she was still just telling a fact without any emotion.
The woman stood up and took off her clothes as she walked. Feng Wuli quickly avoided looking at her.
The red dress in her hand was taken over, and the woman changed her clothes here. She was as pure as white paper, without the embarrassment of human self-deception.
When she put on that dress, she was indeed beautiful. The red sun of sunset was at the end of the city, and the slanting golden light painted her face.
The setting sun passed through her body and fell on the stone statue behind her.
"This dress is also part of you. He couldn't see it at the time."
Mr. Du waited outside the door for an hour, and Chi Fu next to him kept staring at him. He was not natural. Seeing that the sun was about to set, he ordered a takeaway for the little girl.
Now Chifu was squatting next to the stone beast, staring at him as he ate.
There was a movement in the house, and Mr. Du quickly looked around and saw the young man coming out holding a stone statue.
The stone statue was wrapped in a red cloth.
He was just about to go up to him and say something, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a woman in red appearing next to the young man.
Feng Wuli thought he was Du Ziheng in the story.
But Duo Xi asked, "Where's Ah Heng? Where's Du Ziheng?"
Mr. Du just said: "Second uncle passed away last month."
Mr. Du has been a person with strong inspiration since he was a child. Just as he could see the flash of Youhuang just now, at sunset and dusk when the yin and yang alternate, he also saw the joy that ordinary people cannot see.
When Taoxi heard that the little guy who had grown up in her eyes was no longer alive, she didn't know what to think.
She asked what Du Ziheng was doing before he died.
Mr. Du said that his second uncle has been living in this courtyard for the past few years, and his family property has been taken care of by his nephews.
But Du Ziheng rarely entered the backyard again because he could no longer see Duoxi.
When he went out to the front yard that day, the wind happened to blow, and the red coat was blown away by the wind.
Just as he and Duoxin never got closer, in the end he couldn't even put a red cloth on the stone statue.
….
Du Ziheng started looking for the dress here.
Every day when I go out and wander around this street, even if that piece of clothing is hanging on a branch, I pass him by day by day, year by year.
When others asked him what he was looking for, he shook his head and said nothing, his black hair finding his white head.
One person is in the front yard and the other is in the backyard, listening to the chirping of cicadas in summer and watching the falling snow in winter.
He thought that if he found the dress, he would be able to see Duoxi again, but instead he lingered here for many years and missed the dress countless times.
Until the end, he never saw that woman again, as if she had been with him for the past few decades.
It was as if that woman had never existed in people's imagination. The last time Du Ziheng entered the backyard, he still saw a stone statue of compassion.
He fell ill.
After his second uncle passed away, Mr. Du thought of what Du Ziheng was looking for before he passed away, so he printed flyers and had them delivered nearby.
Duoxi heard the words, but there was no sadness or joy. She was a stone and a monster, unable to understand human emotions.
After hearing the rest of that person's life, she just moved her lips calmly: "That's it."
"By the way, the second uncle also has a letter. The second uncle left a letter..."
Mr. Du ran into the house. He remembered that the letter was inside, and when he came out again, he had an envelope in his hand.
It was handed over to the woman.
Daxi opened it and took out the letter inside.
"My wife, I'm so happy to welcome you——"
She read the letter quietly, most of which she knew was about that person's life.
It turns out that human life is so short, and it can be explained completely on such a small piece of paper.
But her name was never absent from his life.
Duoxi looked at her line by line, and it turned out that he was the one who taught her how to read.
She read slowly and no one urged her.
Then he read it calmly, put it away calmly, and turned his head to look at the house calmly.
Feng Wuli asked her: "What are your plans next?"
Mr. Du was also listening, wondering what this person, who might be considered his... second aunt, was going to do next.
[In view of the general environment,
"Where is he buried?" she asked.
"In my hometown, in the mountains behind my hometown." Mr. Du replied.
He said couples should stay together forever.
Duoxi decided to go back and stay with him, even though it had nothing to do with love.
These were not Feng Wuli's responsibility. It was really a family matter, but Mr. Du still asked him for help.
The main person wanted to send Buddha to the west, so he followed him.
Fortunately, Du Ziheng was a native of Junsha, and his hometown was not far away. The sun just set in an hour's drive. Fortunately, Feng Wuli followed him, because Mr. Du could no longer see Duoxi.
Feng Wuli carried the stone statue all the way up the mountain, Mr. Du led the way, and Chi Fu also followed.
"It's just ahead."
Feng Wuli had good eyesight. When he saw the small grave, he looked at the tombstone with great joy and said nothing.
Feng Wuli placed the stone statue next to the tombstone. Chifu's eyes were changing up and down, left and right, and he frowned from time to time, which aroused Mr. Du's confusion.
"There are quite a few monsters here."
Mr. Du: "..."
Daxi looked at his stone statue leaning against the solitary grave and walked slowly closer.
She really didn't understand what love was, and she didn't know why Du Ziheng wanted her to love him.
After that day, she began to think, but she was just a stone. After decades of thinking, she still couldn't understand what Du Ziheng meant by asking her to love him.
She knew that she was not a smart monster, she had always been stupid, and Ah Heng had become smarter than her in just a few years. But when she asked Ah Heng what love was, Ah Heng couldn't even answer.
But the letter said that he loved himself.
It took even Ah Heng so long to understand what love is, so she probably had to think even longer to be white.
Duoxi thought boredly, sitting on the tombstone.
She felt that when she figured out what love was, she could agree to his wish.
"Ah Heng, look, the platycodon flowers are blooming again."
The three people there went down the mountain. Mr. Du looked back and saw a stone statue quietly nestling next to the tombstone under the moonlight under the platycodon flowers all over the mountain.
The mountains are full of pine nuts
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