Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Twenty-Fourth Day from the Last: Ashamed to Be a Teacher

The main building of Zhong's Garden is a two-story building. The first floor is the living room and the servant's room. The second floor is the master bedroom and the guest room. There are six rooms in total, surrounded by a large semicircle, with stairs at the end. From the left, the first room is Wuyan’s boudoir, which is next to grandpa’s study, then grandpa and grandma’s master bedroom, then grandma’s own small room, then the room where father and mother lived when they returned to China, and the far right is the guest room. Rachel used to live there, but Lingzheng lives tonight.

Wuyan was a little excited, she and Ling Zheng lived in the same house.When she was sure that Lingzheng was fast asleep, she turned on a lamp, and began to look at the small building where she lived in since she was a child, and carefully remembered the furnishings of each room in her heart. , so that I can report to Erlang later.The master bedroom is large and comfortable, but my grandpa doesn’t live here all the time. Instead, he builds a bed in the study and sleeps there when he’s working late. Grandma’s small room is locked all the year round, and even the cleaning is done by grandpa himself. However, the room of Wuyan's parents, although it has been empty for many years, the nanny comes in and out from time to time, sweeping and tidying up.The whole house is tidy, cold, and magnificent, but it is not popular, just like a haunted house, or a tomb of the living dead.

Wuyan couldn't help but smiled wryly in her heart, she is a ghost, isn't this a haunted house?The old-fashioned wall clock in the living room suddenly rang for a while, Dang, Dang, Dang, twelve times.Wuyan thought, so this day has passed, and now she is 24 years old. She went downstairs quietly, halfway there, suddenly remembered something, turned off the lights, settled in the dark, and then walked down the stairs with ease, drifted all the way across the corridor, opened the gate of Zhong's garden, and stood at the door Waiting for the old ghost to come. The moonlight is good tonight, illuminating the luxuriant branches and leaves of the big banyan tree at the door, and the mist rises faintly around the crown of the tree.Wuyan's body was as light as a swallow, and she swayed slightly in the wind, but she tried her best to stay focused and stood firmly.

"Senior Erlang..." she called softly, "Where are you? I can't see you." "But I can see you." Erlang appeared in response, jumped down from the big banyan tree, and asked excitedly, "You finally went in? Did you see Xiaocui's room?" "Not yet..." Wuyan was a little guilty, "The door is locked, and Mrs. Chen and Ling are here, so I can't break the door and go in. That would be too suspicious." "Then send them away." "I will find a way, but please give me some time?" Wuyan asked, "I just came back, and I don't know how to 'be a man again'."

The old ghost ignored the shameless humor, immersed in his own world, and said excitedly and melancholy: "I went to the theater building of the Town God's Temple again, but now the whole Yu Garden has become a market, people come and go, There are shops everywhere, and there are also opera singers, but it is quite different from before. The singing is not correct, and the people who listen to it are only drinking and fisting, without any sincerity. There are also crab meat soup dumplings, I saw Look at it, smell it, you can see that the skin is so thick and the smell is not fragrant, it is a big deal. The cheongsams sold are not good, the tailoring is a mess, and no matter how good the figure is, the ladies will look different if they wear it. Miss Suzhou. Alas, everything is different, everything has changed..."

He was hovering over the Yu Garden, where "Jieyi Yuanyangzhong Jiaohong Ji" was being performed. Although Xiaodan, who had become a monk halfway, could not sing very well, but because the words and sentences fit his heart, Erlang also listened to it. Get some taste, gradually trance—— "Life and death today are just like the flowers never blooming again and the moon forever lacking. I can't be with you, I can't be with you for a while, and I just won a three-life talk. A voice, an inch of heart. In a word, there are countless sorrows. It is this kind of bitter parting and evil parting. If we want to meet again, we will come in dreams..."

Erlang floated back and forth in that singing voice, thinking about the past when he appeared on stage, thinking about the rewards and applause thrown on the stage, that was the heyday of his life, and how caring and happy the audience was at that time. His own face slowly floated up in the melody, his eyes were hanging, his hair was pulled back, he was wearing a black plain hat, and he was wearing black thin-soled boots. He was wearing a new black satin plain dress, with dense breasts and underarms. The ground is adorned with three rows of hero knots, which are ivory buckles given to Prince Yong's mansion during the concert. Black and white are distinct, making the face look like a full moon and eyes like stars.

Peking opera facial makeup is probably the strangest beauty in the world.Because those oil paints are actually quite rough and exaggerated, but the audience understands it, and automatically and consciously masters the skill of appreciating the exaggerated beauty, to see the beauty of the characters in a scrappy way and ignore all the irrationality. They applauded his figure endlessly, and their subordinates beat the time for him, counted the spinners for him, shook their heads, and were fascinated.As a result, his fists and feet became more and more powerful, every "shot" was thrown accurately, and every "appearance" was just at the right time. "Hands, eyes, body, steps, and methods" "Sing, read, do, hit, turn", a whistle stick, dance vigorously.

Drama is actually a song and dance show completed by actors and spectators. "Did you spend all that long night singing opera?" Wuyan asked curiously, interrupting Erlang's meditation. Erlang shook his head: "No, there are times when the show is off, or the show is stopped, and it's used for entertainment—going to the night market, watching the lanterns, supper, or going to the casino to get lucky." "So many shows?" He smiled blankly and became more curious, "Then what do you do during the day?" "Use it to sleep during the day."

Without a smile. Erlang lowered his head, feeling very regretful: "At that time, I only hated the good nights but the days were short. Now, I want to see the sunshine, but I can't." Actors and ghosts belong only to the night. The same goes for love.You have to be behind the light, behind people, and even leave your hometown.The love between Erlang and Xiaocui is in full bloom in Beijing. At night in Beijing, the two of them went to the dance hall to have fun all night. Xiaocui's dance steps are really beautiful, and his is not bad. The two of them are the scenery on the dance floor, a perfect match .

Erlang is fascinated leisurely, Shanghai has changed a lot, what about Beijing?Are those dancefloor lights still bright?Can the wine in the restaurant still be as good as before?At that time, he and Xiaocui were inseparable, playing and singing every night, all night long, sometimes going to the theater together, sometimes accompanying him to the theater, and sometimes Xiaocui would even go backstage and personally do it for him.At that time, women were not allowed to go backstage, but he didn't care about it, relying on himself as a pillar and acting arbitrarily, he insisted on bringing Xiaocui into the combing room, and let her get popular. She doesn't like to be stained with oil paint, but she likes to see it. The job of painting the face is done by others. She just sits on the side and waits with a smile. Put on the crown and feathers for him, straighten him, take a look, take a few steps back, and look again until you are satisfied, then push him lightly and say, "Go." It is still deeply engraved in his mind, and it will last forever. At that time, they lived in such a ostentatious way as they wanted, reckless, extravagant, having today but no tomorrow, but really happy. Erlang really wants to go to Beijing again to pay tribute to his honeymoon with Xiaocui.But according to Wuyan's itinerary, she can't go to Beijing until the day after tomorrow.That year, in her fourth year of university, she went to Beijing for an internship and even built a snowman.She had to go and take the snow child's soul away with her. "Where are you going tomorrow?" the old ghost asked Wuyan. "The school for the blind and mute where I teach. I have worked there for two years, and I have to go find my footprints." Wuyan answered, and then asked, "What about you?" "I don't know, maybe it's the Suzhou Creek." The old ghost sighed desolately, feeling infinitely lost. "In Shanghai, there are no other places to go except these few places." This is the second most important footprint in Wuyan's life. Her students, the only meaning of her life, she once taught them what is perseverance and self-confidence, but she used her own suicide to destroy this belief-fortunately they didn't know it, but just regarded it as an accidental car accident . It's summer vacation, and the whole campus is empty.When Wuyan returned to school, she could still see immature pictures and slogans of blind and dumb children on the blackboard at the back of the classroom: Teacher Zhong, we miss you! She was really a little shameless.Suicide is such a stupid act.How can she be worthy of these children who love her?She looked at the empty classroom, and seemed to hear her own voice on the podium—"Maybe, we are born outcasts of God, because he has given us less than others. But, because of this, we are more Love yourself twice as much. If we can't encourage ourselves and support ourselves, who will help us?" However, she gave up on herself, put herself under the wheel, and turned into a cloud of girls. "Wuyan, what are you thinking?" Ling Zheng looked at Wuyan pityingly, she was so pale and haggard, as if she had just gone through a long journey.He didn't think about anything else, he just thought that the fatigue from the long-distance flight hadn't healed, and thoughtfully comforted him, "Are you reluctant to come here? If you like teaching, why do you want to leave? Why don't you tell the principal, I think he will agree You are back in class." "I won't come back again." Wuyan choked with sobs, only feeling that something in her body hurt like a split, it was her heart, conscience, and love.She failed her students, couldn't afford their love and trust for her, and couldn't afford their longing.She will not come back again, and after collecting the footprints here, she has passed her 24 years old. Tomorrow, she will go back to the university, where she will retrieve the footprints of four years. Oh, her college days, her crush. "I regret that I didn't give them more. If people can know their mistakes in advance, can they avoid some detours?" Wuyan asked sadly, "Ling Zheng, do you know what death is like? Are you afraid of death? ?” "Who is not afraid?" Ling Zheng replied inexplicably, "Why do you think of asking this?" "Answer me, what do you think of death?" "To be honest, I haven't thought about it." Ling Zheng smiled and considered his words, "Death is the end, the end of life, everything returns to zero, nothing at all." "No. Death is not nothing. Death is not just an end, but also a new life. The end of life is death, and the end of death is life. This is the principle of endless life." "Are you talking about reincarnation?" Ling Zheng became a little interested, and couldn't help arguing with Wuyan, "I think that every life is an independent individual, and the theory of reincarnation does not exist. This person is this person, This life is this life, and the so-called reincarnation, reincarnation, and reincarnation are all self-deceiving claims, which are fabricated by novelists and moralists in order to give people in this life a hope of the next life." "However, if life and death cannot be reincarnated and there is no connection between them, then they lose their respective meanings at the same time. Without life, how can there be death; without death, what is life for? If there is no life and death in this world Death, these two opposite but related concepts, then even the whole world becomes empty." "But if life and death can be reincarnated, what kind of state should they be before reincarnation? Does a person become another life right after death, or do they have to practice again for three hundred years, just like a white snake giving birth?" "The connection between life and death is the soul." Wuyan stared at Ling Zheng and asked again, "Do you believe in souls?" "Soul?" Lingzheng was even more surprised. Why are death, soul, and Wuyan so keen on discussing these non-existent theories?He remembered the words Wuyan said when he fell under the wheel: I hate this useless body, if she can't get close to you... So, I am willing to continue to love you with my soul.This sentence entangled him for many days like a spell, and dazzled him like a riddle. To love each other with the soul, what exactly does it mean? "So, Wuyan, do you believe in the soul?" Ling Zhengfan asked, "What do you think the soul should look like?" "It's what your subjective consciousness expects to see, or what you believe in yourself." He replied bluntly, "If people only believe what they see, then they might as well see what they see." Believe in anything." This sentence is really like a tongue twister, you have to think about it to understand it.Ling Zheng thought about it seriously, and suddenly remembered something: "Do you still remember the girl who committed suicide by jumping off the rails when we met at the subway station yesterday? Then what is the meaning of her life? What is the meaning of her death?" What does it mean?" Her death means my rebirth.Wuyan said in her heart, but she was suffering from not being able to confess, if Ling Zheng knew that she was brought back to life with the help of that girl's yang energy, how terrified she would be.She can only use hints: "Some people live to die, so they choose to commit suicide; while others die but mean life, and they actively plan to be reborn." "Rebirth?" Ling Zheng laughed, "If a person can choose to be reborn arbitrarily, wouldn't he become an immortal? Life can continue endlessly. If this is the case, how can there be death? How can we talk about death?" significance?" "Lingzheng, the quality of life cannot be defined by the length of time. If a person lives in fear of death every day, then the meaning of life becomes death itself. He lives only to wait for death; and if a person Her emotions can override life, ignore death, surpass death, and that is the real enjoyment of life. It doesn’t matter whether her life is 25 days or only one week.” She was a bit off-topic.But Ling Zheng didn't want to discuss this topic anymore. The exploration of death made him feel dull and depressing. More than 25 years, what is there to worry about?Moreover, both life and death were too serious matters to be discussed lightly, and since he could not think about them, he preferred to keep silent about them.Sometimes, silence is also a kind of respect. Wuyan saw Ling Zheng's thoughts, she sighed helplessly, and gave up the topic: "Ling Zheng, can you take me to your house? I want to 'see with my own eyes' where you live." She put " With one's own eyes" is a heavy word.She only came back for 25 days and could only "see" 25 days. She didn't want to waste it. Not only did she go to the places she had been to pick up old footprints, but she also wanted to collect new memories from places she had longed for but never been to. . As if reading Wuyan's mind, Ling Zheng smiled brightly at her: "Not only where I live, but I will also take you to many places, so that you can see all the beautiful things in the world." This day is almost a well-arranged trip to Shanghai.They went shopping in department stores on Nanjing Road, listened to music in French City, looked at lanterns in the Oriental Pearl Tower, searched for treasures in Fuyou Road Junk Street, went to Lingzheng’s house, and went to Huaihai Road and Changde Road to find the former residences of Jiang Qing and Zhang Ailing. .They use their feet to connect history and present, stories and reality. They look back on the irrelevant past of Shanghai celebrities in those old houses and alleys, but they can't figure out the suspense happening around them. There was no trace of Rachel in Lingzheng's room.There is no coffee table in the living room, no makeup mirror in the bedroom, and even no curtains on the windows.There are only four words to describe the whole family: the house is barren. "How could this be?" Wuyan was stunned, "What about the furniture? Why are your books piled up on the floor? Don't you have a bookcase? There isn't even a table in the kitchen. Where do you eat? How long have you not started a fire?" There are instant noodle boxes and dirty clothes everywhere, is this how your life is? Where is the washing machine? Can I wash the dirty clothes for you?" "I don't believe that your eldest lady can do laundry." Ling Zheng teased.At this moment, he suddenly felt that maybe Rachel's departure had a meaning. She washed all traces of herself before leaving, because she predicted the arrival of Wuyan today.When Wuyan finally opened his eyes and stood in the house where Lingzheng and Rachel lived together, Wuyan couldn't see the existence of Rachel.All she saw was Ling Zheng, and everything she wanted to see.Isn't all of this a divine will? Lingzheng sighed a little, but his tone was very relaxed: "No matter what I say, I'm better than you, at least I can cook instant noodles by myself. What about you? Do you know whether to boil the noodles first or put them down first?" Wuyan thought about it, and couldn't help laughing: "I really don't know. I haven't even eaten instant noodles." She picked up a pack of instant noodles and looked at it over and over again, and then put it under her nose deeply. He sniffed, frowned and said, "It smells so strong of monosodium glutamate and preservatives, does anyone eat this?" Ling Zheng laughed loudly: "I guess, you probably don't know how to boil water either." He led Wuyan to the kitchen, and taught her how to turn on the natural gas valve, how to start a fire, how to boil water, and how to make tea.He had a feeling that he was faceless, as if he was reliving it again. The phone rang, and it was a company employee calling home to look for someone. Only then did Ling Zheng remember that he left home yesterday to go to work, but in the subway station he met Wuyan who had been missing for a long time. From one moment to the present, in these dozens of hours, he just rushed from east to west as if he was rushing to the market with Wuyan, and he forgot all about his work. When Wuyan brought Ling Zheng the first cup of tea she brewed by herself, she really wanted to cry, really wanted to cry.If possible, how much she wanted to brew tea and cook rice for Ling Zheng for a lifetime, even if it was just instant noodles. No, she can no longer be in Longwangshu. If she is always dissatisfied and unwilling, and always longs for more when she gets a little, then she will not be happy for a minute.The quality of life cannot be measured by length, the end of life is death, but the meaning of life is not in death, but in transcendence, in enjoyment, in appreciating wholeheartedly, being grateful, and thanking them for every minute and every second they are together. Grandma said that life is as weak as a spider's thread.But love makes it stronger, and Wuyan can't expect anything better than this moment, she has seen Ling Zheng, and with him, re-experience life, what could be better than this? Ling Zheng held the microphone in one hand and picked up the teacup in the other, and in the midst of his busy schedule, he did not forget to nod his thanks to Wuyan.Wuyan smiled unreservedly at him, went to the opposite side and sat down, drinking water one cup after another while resting his chin on his hand, watching Ling Zheng talking on the phone obsessively - how charming a man is when he is working . She heard him say: "I'm going to take leave for a week, don't call me if it's not very important... Maybe it will be longer, I will call back to the company... I will deal with that matter later , but the preparations have been done, just wait until the time is right...the data has been archived, and you can open the computer file yourself..." Then there was a lot of terminology.She couldn't understand, but she liked to listen to it very much. As long as it was said by him, it would be full of natural sounds, infinitely beautiful. She looked at him fascinated, his eyes were so dark, his lips were so tight, his chin was smooth, and there was a slight trace of beard. She looked at him as if she was watching a painting, as if watching a movie, every detail The carefully captured close-ups made her heart move. Finally, he put down the phone, turned around, and smiled at her: "You smile so strangely—what are you thinking?" "Your voice is different from usual." Wuyan shrugged, "It's like another Pei Ling is talking." "When you stand on the podium and talk to the students, is it the same as usual?" Wuyan thought about it and replied affirmatively, "It's the same." "Then I'm a hypocritical kind of person." Ling Zheng smiled, "No face, you know? When people are working, they need not only ability, but also a posture that can help others recognize you more correctly. capabilities, that’s packaging.” "Sound packaging?" "It's not just voice, there are many gestures, such as wearing a suit and tie is one of them." Wuyan smiled: "You look good in a suit." Ling Zheng also smiled: "Wuyan, what you see with your eyes is not necessarily the truth of the matter. So, don't feel too sorry for your invisibility before, it is possible that you have seen more than anyone else—— Where shall we go next?" Next, they went to see a real movie, which was the American blockbuster "Titanic".This is not the first time Wuyan has entered a movie theater, but it is the first time he has really "watched" a movie.In the past, it was all based on listening, and Rachel explained the key scenes to her in a low voice. She was thrilled to see it, and she walked out of the cinema for a long time, her mind still immersed in the plot of the film.It was already dark, and someone was melting paper money at the crossroads, crying sadly with tears and snot in his nose, Wuyan heard it in his ears, and felt that the voice was very familiar. Ling Zhengla was ashamed, and motioned her to take a few steps to leave there, but she, who had extraordinary hearing, had already remembered who this man was—it was the lover of the girl who committed suicide by lying on the subway tracks, another frustrated person who regretted her past .She couldn't help but walked over and said "Hi" to the man softly.The man raised his head, his expression mournful, and he was in a state of embarrassment. His sadness was definitely not feigned.Wuyan sighed, I knew today, why bother? "Don't just turn paper, girls like flowers." Wuyan said gently, "Give her roses, not carnations." "Who are you?" The man was surprised, "What do you know?" "I happened to pass by the subway station yesterday." Wuyan explained simply, "I saw you two arguing, and I saw her...jump off." "She's not dead." The man said in panic, "She said that she would never let me go if she was a ghost. From yesterday to now, I saw her as soon as I closed my eyes. The door in the room was clearly closed, but she would Open it, and she followed me home from the subway station. I woke up this morning and found that the porridge was cooking in the kitchen. I found that the sheets had been made, and the way she folded them was exactly the same as what she had done before. I knew it was her, she would never let me go, she would never let me go..." The man started to cry, his spirit was on the verge of collapse, he kept yelling "haunted", but he didn't know that the person standing in front of him talking to him was a ghost. Wuyan looked at the man with complicated emotions, she borrowed the girl's yang energy to be able to revive her soul, and in her body was the girl's endless spirit.She could clearly feel the deceased's entanglement of love and hatred for this man.In any case, the top priority now is to make the dead rest in peace and the living feel at ease. "If you can't forget her, start now, treat her better, comfort her well, and tell her to rest in peace." "But, she is already dead." The man said, and then denied himself, "No, no, she is not dead, she is still there, maybe she is watching us right now, I know she will not let go Mine, she is back, she is really back, and has been following me, no matter what I do, she will never forgive me." "She will." Wuyan comforted him, "In fact, ghosts are not terrible. Usually, the last consciousness of a person before death is the consciousness of ghosts. Many people die suddenly, and their consciousness is very strong when they die. I don't know that I am dead, but I still think of myself as a normal person. So if you want to let the ghosts go, you must help them untie their dying wishes, let their thoughts be comforted, and then rest in peace-you want Want to see, what is her strongest wish before she dies?" "It's marrying me." The man cried out. "She kept asking me to take her back to the countryside to register for marriage. I pushed it off today and the day after tomorrow. I didn't expect that she would really die..." "Then give her a wedding." "what?" "Marriage in the dark. Do you understand?" Wuyan patiently explained, "Write your and her birthdays on a piece of paper, hold a wedding like a living marriage, and then burn the paper, so that she can You can rest in peace, and I won’t come to you again.” "real?" "I promise you." Wuyan said, and then urged, "Don't forget to buy roses." She is so young, too young to be believed to have experience with death and the soul, but her attitude is so sincere and serious that one cannot help but believe her.Not only the man, but even Ling Zheng, who was silent from beginning to end, was a little awed. When they walked away, Lingzheng already had a bouquet of blooming roses in his hand, which he bought from a roadside flower girl just now. "It's not too late to be serious." Ling Zheng smiled, "Don't be angry with me, you won't know how to buy flowers until you are reminded." Wuyan put the bouquet in front of her nose and took a deep sniff. It turned out that it was a rose. She had smelled its fragrance before, but it was the first time she saw its appearance. It was really beautiful. "I was once stabbed by a rose." She said softly, "I always thought that so many people like such a sharp flower, it must be beautiful, so beautiful that people would rather be stabbed to have it. It. What does it look like? Now, I finally know." They came to the Bund, arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder like any couple, wandering along the green road.Ling Zheng asked Wuyan: "Why do you seem to be particularly proficient in the study of souls? I have been classmates with you for so many years, and I never knew that you like to study these things." "It's not me, it's just that my grandfather is more proficient." Wuyan evaded it casually. Ling Zheng was no longer suspicious, and said with relief: "I heard from Rachel that Professor Zhong is very knowledgeable, especially proficient in Zhouyi." After a while, he asked again, "You said that man will forget the one who fell on the rails for him?" Girl? A person can die for another person, is it because he loves the other person too deeply, or loves himself too little?" When a person dies to love another person, does he love the other person too deeply, or love himself too little?He was stunned for a moment, feeling very ashamed.If her life could be repeated, she would still meet Ling Zheng and fall in love with Ling Zheng; however, she would never crash into that car again.Suicide was the stupidest thing she had ever done in her previous life.What would Ling Zheng think if one day he knew that the bright-eyed and white-toothed girl who was with him at this moment was actually just a pink skull? Wuyan could only talk about him and talk about the movie he just watched: "Jack and Rose died after only knowing each other for three days, but Rose will remember him and live with him for the rest of his life, so even if Jack Even if he is dead, his life cannot be said to be short; and although Rose's life is continuing, her heart is already withered. At the moment when Jack sank into the sea, the most glorious stage of her life is over, and the later The days are just wasted, without real meaning." Ling Zhengxiao: "I know what you mean, it's nothing more than the phrase 'the quality of life cannot be defined by the length of time', but when people make vows, they always make promises for the rest of their lives. Think, speak, and expect, such as dry seas and rocks, such as the end of time, can you say that such an ideal is not beautiful? Is such an oath a self-deception?" He took Wuyan's hand and said sincerely: "But we don't say If it's that nasty, my ambition is not that great, and I don't expect it to last forever, as long as I can walk through this life with you, hold your hand, and grow old with you, that's enough." "You're really not greedy." Wuyan chuckled, but her heart was tingling. "Hold your child's hand and grow old with him", this is also her ideal, her wish, her dream and expectation.However, she only has 25 days, 25 days, or less. They drank coffee at Starbucks, ate ice cream at Haagen-Dazs, and tasted the signature mango shaved ice at Hui Lau Shan. They did not miss any kind of enjoyment.In the 25 years of the previous life, she almost only drank coffee and no water; in the 25 days of this life, she hopes to try more. Ling Zheng said, "I found that you can drink water very well, as if you are always very thirsty." Wuyan smiled and jokingly said: "Probably they are dripping eye drops for my eyes. It has been blind for more than 20 years, and suddenly it can see again. It's very hard work. Of course, I need to comfort it." How beautiful it is In the old days, fishing and fire on the river, people on the shore, music faintly pleasant to the ear, ice cream so delicious, Wuyan told himself not to be sad, a day in the world is equal to a year in hell, and a happy day can be worth a life without love.She looked at the twinkling stars in the sky, and hummed a song softly: "Fall in love with your back again and again, meet again and again in dreams, even if you turn around, you can't forget, you are the farthest star in the sky..." Ling Zheng was fascinated by the sound, and asked curiously, "What is that?" "a song." "I've never heard of it." Faceless smile.Of course he hadn't heard it, it was a song she made herself, for him. "Who's love has never shed tears, whose infatuation will not be sad, if you call out your name loudly, will the clouds in the sky be shocked..." She finally called out his name, and she finally got his rose, even though her life was only 25 days, but she was willing. She thought that when she came to the end of her life again, she would have no regrets.