Chapter 14 Chapter 14 Fate

Well, no matter whether the illusion is real or not, this matter cannot be ignored. Luo Hua is a chubby and cute kid, and she doesn't want him to die like this. There are no adults in Luo Hua's family. The adults have all gone out to work, and Luo Hua is the only one at home.As seen in the vision, when Zijun rushed to the small river, Luo Hua, who lived by the river, was swaying out of his house, holding a toy wooden barrel, swaying towards the river go. "Luo Hua, what are you doing?" Zi Jun jumped out quickly. "Diao (carrying) water." Luo Hua said inarticulately.

"What are you carrying water for? Go to the river and be careful not to drown you." "Give Diao water to parents, they are very hard (hard)." Luo Hua said seriously. "Don't pick, let's play." Zijun took his hand, but he shook it away forcefully. "I want to make water." Luo Hua grimaced, walking towards the river with the determination to do great things. "Okay, okay, I'll pick it for you." Zi Jun had no choice but to snatch the wooden bucket from him, and picked out a dozen or so buckets in a row before filling the water tank in Luo Hua's house.Luo Hua jumped up and followed behind her, commanding loudly.

"It's all right now, can you play with me?" Zijun asked, beating her waist. She had never picked up so much water at one time, and she felt as if her body was not her own. "Okay." Luo Hua nodded with grace. The devil wants to play with you, a slug.While playing mud with Luo Hua, Zi Jun cursed in his heart.Luo Hua's mother is also too disgusting. She gave birth to 7 children at once, so she had to use such a big water tank, which made it difficult for her to lift her arms now. After playing for a whole afternoon, seeing red clouds flying in the sky, and Luo Hua's parents came back, Zijun heaved a sigh of relief, and led Luo Hua, who was building the castle, to the adults without saying a word: "Luo Hua wants to Go fetch water, I am afraid he will fall into the water, so I will help you to fill up the water tank."

"Ah? Thank you." The adults were very happy, and promised that they would never let Luo Hua stay at home alone again. Zijun walked slowly towards the house contentedly. Even if that illusion is real, it can't be realized now, right? The oncoming wind blew her smile away, and she caught a familiar and strong aroma from the wind, and a colorful shadow flitted among the trees. "Sister!" she yelled, and ran after her sister's shadow. My sister ran to the river. She still couldn't make any sound, waving her smooth arms in the gradually approaching night, trying to tell the people by the river something, but no one knew what she was going to say.

"Sister!" Zi Jun's blood rushed into her veins, making her eyes red. She felt extremely scared, and staggered out her hand to catch her sister who was flying in front of her eyes like a butterfly.She caught an arm that was slippery like a fish, and her sister broke free with a slight tug. She saw her sister's lips opening and closing from the side, and without a sound, her sister said: "Luo Hua is dying!" When the evening wind blew, Zijun's whole body was covered with a thin layer of goose bumps. "Stop talking, go back!" She desperately took her sister's hand.

She saw Luo Hua in front of her house, together with those adults, looking at Zifeng in surprise. "What are you going to say?" Luo Hua's uncle sneered, and people began to come and surround the two sisters of the Ye family. Zifeng shook his sister's arm desperately, asking her to speak out.But Zijun still pretended not to understand. Luo Hua won't die, it's just an illusion.She comforted herself like this. Gently, it seemed that a stone fell into the river. They heard a splash, and people looked back, only to see ripples on the surface of the river, but nothing else.

"Luo Hua is dying!" Zifeng suddenly cried out at this moment.This cry made everyone startled, and Zi Jun lowered his head in shame: Luo Hua is in the crowd, she must be scolded again for saying such things.She looked towards the direction where Luo Hua was standing - the place was empty, and the chubby kid from before was gone. Her heart suddenly sank. He searched all around, but still did not see Luo Hua. "Where's Luo Hua?" She asked hoarsely. Only then did people realize that the little boy had disappeared. The eyes of the Ye family sisters staring at the river made their hair stand on end. The river was so clear and calm that everyone seemed to have stopped breathing.Luo Hua's father walked slowly towards the river. Through the crystal clear water, he saw his son lying among the water plants.

At this moment, before all the sorrow and crying broke out, Zi Jun felt that she had become a round ball again. In the vast world inside her, she saw her sister being hit with a stick With his head down, the bright red blood was like a rosy cloud, dyeing the solemn and solemn environment brilliantly. She let out a sudden scream. People were awakened by her screams, and everything that should have happened happened, some were crying, some were stamping their feet and cursing, more people grabbed her sister with sticks and stones, her thick hair was divided into strands, Caught in the hands of several people, she was dragged down at once.Sticks and stones rained down on my sister. My sister didn't say a word, but just covered her head.

Zijun was pushed aside, her throat seemed to be blocked by something, she felt that she was still in the illusion, but a string of agate-like red splashed on the back of her hand, with a warm breath .She stared blankly for a long time before she recognized that it was blood, her sister's blood.This made her seem to be awakened suddenly, and she continued to cry: "Sister! Sister! Don't hit her! Don't hit her!" She used her thin arms to push against the thick human walls, skirts and bound feet. The leaves on the tree were all broken, and someone beat him with a stick on the waist, but he managed to squeeze in.

In the middle of the crowd, my sister fell to the ground, covered in blood, and one eye was swollen to a slit. She threw herself on her body recklessly, and the rain of sticks, fists and feet fell on her. "What did you see?" Until this time, my sister changed her usual indifference and asked sharply. Zi Jun didn't know how to answer, she didn't want to tell what she saw, she was afraid that it would become a reality. "Tell me what you see!" my sister ordered, "This is the only way to save me!" Hearing the last sentence, Zi Jun couldn't bear it anymore, and cried out in tears: "I saw them beat you to death!"

As soon as these words were said, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, my sister let out a sigh of relief, threw her head back, and passed out with a relaxed expression.The other people seemed to be shocked by Zi Jun's words, the sticks and fists became thinner and thinner, and finally they dispersed. "Your sister's heart is very poisonous, she has been cursing others, this time her curse has come true." Luo Hua's father dropped such a sentence. It's not like this.Zijun wants to tell him that illusion, he has gone far.She shook her sister's shoulders, and Zifeng fell into a deep sleep, motionless.She was so anxious that she was about to cry, and looked around - no one would help her, everyone hated her sister.Mom and Dad haven't come back yet, and my sister's injury is serious, and I really don't know how to deal with it. Fortunately, it was a dark night, and there was a red light at the foot of the mountain not far away.That is Aunt Stone's house.Everyone said that Aunt Shitou was a person with no feelings. Anyway, she was also my father's sister, so she couldn't just leave her alone, right?Seeing the only hope, Zijun dragged her sister up from the ground and carried her back, and moved step by step to Aunt Shitou's house. Aunt Shitou opened the door and saw the two sisters covered in blood. Their expressions remained unchanged, and they muttered: "I knew this was the case." She moved out of the way and let Zijun carry Zifeng inside.Zijun put Zifeng on her aunt's bed, and her aunt cleaned her wound, bandaged it, stood up and washed her hands: "She's fine, but she won't be able to speak in the future." "What?" Zijun felt his heart tighten. "Her throat was cut, and she won't be able to speak in the future." The aunt said coldly. Zijun felt that her sister was very pitiful, but she couldn't lie to herself. When she heard the news, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief - her sister would never say those annoying words again! "I knew there would be such a day." Aunt Shitou said, "I told her a long time ago." She leaned her head close to Zijun, squinted her eyes to look at her, and nodded: "That's true, all the girls in the Ye family are like this .” "What?" Zijun's heart skipped a beat. "You also saw it?" said the aunt, "You know about Luo Hua's death, but you didn't say it, right?" How could my aunt know?Zijun felt ashamed for some reason, looked down at his muddy feet, rubbed his left foot with his right foot, rubbed his right foot with his left foot, and rubbed out many black mud pellets. "All the girls in the Ye family are like this, and so am I." My aunt picked up a piece of sour radish skin, threw it into her mouth, chewed, and handed a piece to Zijun, who silently took it and stuffed it into her mouth, slowly wriggling her cheeks. "I didn't know there was such a thing when I was a child," my aunt said while chewing the sour radish skin, "but I always said it when I saw it. After I said it a few times, I found it didn't work, so I stopped. Hallucinations. Who knows, those visions I see, as long as I don't say it, it will become real, and if I say it, it won't happen. This is really bad luck, if I see something good , but if what you see is a disaster, don’t say sorry to your conscience, let’s just say it, just look at your sister and you will know. Then I found a way.” "What way?" Zijun didn't expect that there was such an insider story, no wonder Luo Hua would die, because he didn't say anything; while his sister died in the illusion, but survived in reality, it turned out that it was because he told the illusion She told me everything she saw in the book—no wonder my sister wanted to tell the truth about what she saw.Everyone blamed my sister wrongly, she was not a girl with a crow's mouth, and she was not cursing anyone, she said all the disasters, just to prevent disasters from happening. "You know it's annoying, always thinking about whether to say it or not, as if I'm going to be torn in two. Later, I found out that it was because I was too soft-hearted. If I wasn't so soft-hearted, then I could do something Don’t say anything, it’s not sad to watch others die,” said the aunt. "How could this be?" Zi Jun couldn't help but interjected. "If you are not so soft-hearted, you can say everything, but you are not afraid of being beaten and scolded by others, and you are not afraid of being hurt by the closest people." The aunt continued to speak as if she hadn't heard her words, "So I just I searched everywhere for things harder than my own heart. I found wood, steel, porcelain, everything you can think of, and stuffed them into my heart. Yes, this made my heart a lot harder, but not hard enough. I I still can’t help but be able to talk, and after I speak, I’m still forced to cry by others’ incomprehension—it’s silly, right? Then I discovered the stone, and I threw away my heart, leaving the stone as my heart. Now I'm not afraid of anything. Other people's life and death have nothing to do with me, I can say whatever I want, which is fine." She seemed to be talking about other people's affairs. "How can a stone make a heart?" Zi Jun couldn't believe that such a thing could exist in the world. Auntie tore off her clothes and asked Zijun to tap her chest—it was indeed as hard as a rock, and it didn't feel like human skin.Zijun finally understands why people call her Aunt Stone, because her heart is indeed made of stone. "Is the stone heart okay?" Zi Jun thought of something and asked quickly. "It doesn't matter if it's good or not. There is no pain and no happiness. It's like a stone." The aunt said, and she pointed to Zifeng. She refused to change her heart to a stone, saying that she would save her heart to save others. I said she would definitely suffer, but she said that if she imagined her heart as a stone, she would not suffer, so stupid. You want Don't want to change the heart of stone?" Zijun didn't react for a while, and looked at her aunt in a daze, not knowing what to say. "You think about it." Auntie threw another piece of sour radish into her mouth. Zijun looked at her sister, she was sleeping soundly, and there were tears on her sleeping face—although she pretended to be indifferent, her heart was not made of stone after all. Over the years, people in the village laughed at her and despised her. She, I wonder if she has ever cried behind someone's back?Perhaps it was because her heart was softer than anyone else that she had to pretend to be so strong.Now she can't speak, I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing for her?Perhaps for my sister, being able to prevent disasters is a great happiness in itself.I used to hear people in the village say that every villager has its own guardian god, who silently protects his village in secret.Then, the guardian god in my village should be my sister.Now that the protector can't speak, is he going to take over this task?She thought of the suffering her sister had suffered before, and couldn't help but shudder: how painful and lonely it is to be a secret protector, even as a bystander, she can no longer bear it, and now she wants to be the protector herself, she feels herself can't do it. She subconsciously glanced at Aunt Shitou. Heart of stone, maybe a good choice.No sadness, no happiness, no crying, no laughing—she shuddered again: Is this kind of life interesting?Isn't life made up of crying and laughing?If there is no emotion, what is the difference between it and the stone statue standing at the gate of the village? The moon moved higher and higher by the window, and several hours passed, but Zijun still had no idea what to do. Suddenly, a feeling like a flood flooded her, and she returned to her body. She saw that every inch of land in the village was upturned, and countless undead came out of the ground, biting everyone with their sharp teeth. ...She walked out of the illusion with a loud cry, and looked at Aunt Shitou with cold sweat. "Did you see it?" asked the aunt. She nodded. "This is the biggest disaster in the village, but it is also the most unbelievable disaster. Are you going to say it or not?" asked the aunt. To say or not to say? To say or not to say? Zijun's clothes were drenched with sweat. She had a splitting headache and said hoarsely to her aunt, "Can you please go and talk? Don't you have a heart of stone? It doesn't matter to you." "It's none of my business," said the aunt. Zijun has never hated the smell of sour radish peel so much. She thinks this smell means a rejection as hard as a stone, which cannot be changed.She wanted to yell—but what was the use of yelling?A heart of stone is not afraid of being scolded by others.My sister is still in a coma, even if she wakes up, she can't say anything. I can only rely on myself. So do you say it, or don't you say it? She clearly felt the tearing pain in her body—Aunt Shitou was right, she seemed to be split in two.She subconsciously looked at the stones on the table, and was quickly taken aback by the thought she had just had. Say? Do not say? Or a heart of stone? It's a tough choice.