"Now, it's time to tell me a more detailed situation, right? What others say can't convey your thoughts very well." Chongyi gently took Vers's hand and held it palm by hand.
"How should I put it, my relationship with Luo Fan... is as subtle as a hedgehog. On the one hand, we want to keep each other warm, but on the other hand, our thorns are pointed at each other. However, the warmth may be just one-way for me... He It does not need."
"People's hearts will eventually change. After all, he is no longer... the child I am familiar with." Vers was silent for a moment, and his voice gradually decreased, "If my existence is superfluous to him, then what else is there? What’s the meaning…”
"So, do you think what you did in the past was useless, but have you ever thought about giving up and going back? I can tell you clearly that it is not difficult to achieve. You are already a free person."
"The answer to this question is too complicated...it won't be a simple matter of thinking or not wanting." He buried his head, quietly took out his hand, turned and left, "I need time."
Sitting quietly in the bathtub, the water is now more than half deep. He raised his hand, placed it on the switch, and turned it to the right. More water spurted and poured down from the shower head, and he slowly lay on his back and let the water cover his chest, then his neck... and finally, the top of his head.
How I wish that I could sink to the bottom of the ocean and stop thinking.
Time passes bit by bit. One minute, three minutes, five minutes...
In a daze, I seemed to catch a glimpse of a vague shadow shaking through the water, and it seemed to be calling someone. His consciousness suddenly became clear, and he deeply felt the pain of suffocation. Finally, he suddenly struggled to get up, coughed violently and forced himself to vomit the water, and then gasped for breath, and the cyanosis on his face gradually eased.
"It's so ironic that you can drown like this..." He smiled to himself, pulled a towel around his body, and got out of the bath. Dry off the water and put on a bathrobe.
I glanced at the feathers floating all over the bathtub and felt like my head was getting bigger. Resigned to his fate, he picked up all the feathers and disposed of them, drained the water, and then went out.
"Do you have an answer?" Chongyi was repotting and changing the soil for the bonsai in front of him. She never looked back, but she knew he was at the door.
"Not yet," he replied as he approached. Looking at the slender, arched and drooping white flowers, he gently poked its oval leaves and asked, "Is this... white-flowered forsythia?"
"No, it's the Spring Festival."
"...Is there a difference?"
"Of course. Although they are both members of the family Foliaceae, they belong to different genera. One is the genus Fructus and the other is the genus Forsythia. Well, you see, this winter jasmine has three small compound leaves and green four-sided branchlets, while the forsythia has a single pair of leaves. Raw, light brown round branchlets; when they are in flowering stage, you will find that Jasminum japonica has 6 petals, while Forsythia japonica has only 4 petals. In addition, their medicinal effects are also different."
"...I'm quite ashamed." There is no doubt that the time spent with the Uncrowned King was wasted. "By the way, why don't you..."
"It's not me. It's Huang... to be precise, his first wife."
"First wife? Can't you tell, that big boss is still...wait, are you...?!"
After five years, how could the human body not change at all? If you pay careful attention, you will even find that the hair, nails, etc. have stopped growing, as if... time has stopped on her body.
In this case, the only possibility is... a dead thing.
"If you can choose freely, who would want to appear in this form? You should have heard of 'Borrowing the Body to Resurrect the Soul', I used this method... but it didn't go well."
"No wonder... my body temperature always feels a bit low when I touch you." He suddenly understood something, but more questions followed, "Since she once existed, what was the reason..."
"Do you really have no memory of what happened fifteen years ago?"
"Fifteen years ago... I was just a fragment of my soul at that time, so how could I remember anything." He tried hard and couldn't think of anything, "Okay, please don't bother me anymore... I only know Luo Fan is not really a member of the Luo family. Could it be that he can still be related to Chongyi, mother and son?"
"That's exactly what happened."
Hearing this, Vers' heart trembled. Unknowingly, I exerted force on my hand and broke a small spring branch. "sorry, I……"
"It's okay, it's just a dead branch." Chongyi walked towards the bookshelf and took out an incongruous book among the vast sea of medical books. It turned out to be a "Selected Poems, Songs and Songs". "Do you want to know about the old things that have been gathering dust for a long time?"
He took the heavy book from the other party and found that there was a dog-eared corner in the book. Turning this page, a song "Northern Pavilion" jumps out on the page: "The slanting rain is flying in the morning sky, and the sparse curtains are half rolled up by the wind in the wild pavilion. The lotus flowers are facing the late autumn light, and they are scattered in the red and green marsh."
He also noticed that the word "Xiao Kong" was clearly marked.
“Sometimes, it’s better to experience it than to hear it.”
After listening, he lowered his eyes and looked at the memoir that was then handed over to him. Before he could take a closer look, he saw a bright light suddenly appear, and the scene in front of him changed rapidly.
