Chapter 47 The sixth scene is full of flowers and full moon

1 He saw himself back there again in the dim subtlety.In the forest soaked by the perennial humidity, the mist spreads and transpires.In the depths covered by the branches and leaves, there is no light seeping out.The rain fell without making a sound.All the sounds were quickly and mercilessly swallowed by the breath of the forest the moment they were produced. The ancient firs and cypresses in the forest stand upright one by one.As if they were destined to die and become extinct in the same gesture.The trunks and branches are covered with impenetrable green fern-like moss.Seen from a distance, it is a layer of fluffy and thick green clothes.After looking closer, touch with your fingers, and you can distinguish clusters of small leaves with a fine structure.Each piece has a complete form, exuding breath and hunger.The dense branches and leaves are scattered and intertwined, forming a small universe isolated from the world.

He saw himself walking in torrential rain.The muddy ground and abruptly sized round pebbles under his feet were soaked by running water.The cold stream water was poured into the already soaked rubber shoes, and the toes were soaked and swelled and turned white.Mountain streams and springs, intensified by the rain, gurgle over the grass and rocks, taking away colorful fallen leaves and light purple, pink and white wildflower petals.Twists and turns, irresistible, rushed forward. After walking for more than seven hours, the muscles will feel numb.Like a hollowed out container.Power is like stored water, leaking out one by one.The outside is rain, and the inside is sweat.The loss of body temperature must be replaced by the heat brought by walking.When I stopped, I shivered from the cold.

Support your body with crutches and take a deep breath.Standing in the middle of the stream and rocks, I suddenly heard a voice from deep in the forest.Vague ups and downs.It was the sound of endless rain falling in the dense forest.It's the breath of a dense, shady nightmare.It is the wind that blows the leaves and rubs against each other to resonate.unrecognizable.The voice heard at this moment was low and approaching slowly.Wave after wave.One after another.Toss and turn.Fear seized in his chest like the last bullet in a gun barrel.ready.The aura of the sky and earth net is controlled, step by step.Standing there, unable to move.

Whether it is a trapped beast or a hunter, to break into the heart of the forest, one must make a feeble contest with its majesty.He came to a wood that perhaps never saw the sun and was soaked in rain for years.After climbing the high mountains, I felt the awe of the silence and darkness.Heavy package.It seems to be a world that has died in suffocation and will not get any chance.On the side of the forest, the sound of the rushing river surrounds the cliff.Through the forest, you can see the raging river. He seemed to smell her breath, getting closer.It is the powerful cloud and mist vapor transpired by the blue mountains and grand rivers.Also the light scent of a green feathery fern in a dream.He closed his eyes and saw her disfigured face in the dark.Every time after being separated from her, he couldn't remember what she looked like clearly.Regardless of the difference, whether it's one night, one month, one year or ten years... He can't keep the outline and imprint she left on his heart.

But at this moment.He saw her face that had stopped growing in time, like yellowed pink and white pear flower petals, blown off by the wind, floating in the whole valley, already dead, still carrying unfathomable memories.The cold rain flowed down his eyes and across his face.In this cold and isolated situation.The memory comes from a deep, cleaved knife wound borne somewhere in the spine.He clearly knew which joint the pain came from, and he could move up along it when he touched the bump with his fingers.He remembered it and carried it on his back.This is the pattern of his memory. He knew that at such a moment, she would definitely reappear.

2 He carried her out of the hospital.In the car she came out of a state of madness.Crying and howling consume too much physical strength, and the whole person is weak and weak.His eyes were red and swollen, his voice was hoarse, and he could not speak.He took her back to his new home.His mother was reading in the room with the door closed.They passed quietly through the living room and went directly to his room.She dared not greet his mother.She knew that his mother had always disliked her, so she always felt inferior in front of his mother, and chose to avoid her unconsciously. She sat down by the bed in his room.To put it mildly, I'm hungry.good life.Please don't turn on the lights.None of them had dinner.He got up and walked to the living room, and saw two bowls of mushroom chicken noodle soup on the table, with the lids turned upside down to keep warm, presumably he already knew that he and her had gone to the hospital, and made noodles for them to eat when they came back .After so many years, the mother has sympathized with this troubled girl and is no longer as mean as before.

He carried it into the room and gave her the noodles.In the dim shadows, she finished eating with a big gulp.She was indeed hungry.The ups and downs of life made her finally learn to protect herself, and food can resist inner pain.Her expression has calmed down. Sorry, Shansheng.She spoke calmly.I always give you a hard time.In fact, I have no love for him, nor any hatred.In the hospital, I just saw myself in the past, a youth trapped in humble and suffering, powerless, and sympathetic in my heart.He and I were just a pair of powerless men and women at that time.When you are young and in a relationship, it takes so long to try to muster up the courage to put yourself in the other person's shoes and understand him.Only in this way can the hatred be extinguished, and the rest of the time can be used to repair and build trust and belief in love bit by bit.Although all this is extremely difficult.