But someone told her.

If you come to the world, you want to see the sun and you want to live well.

Someone in the trash can also ask her if the porridge is warm and she will turn off the lights.

But later he died, and everyone said that she killed him, and the monster would kill everyone close to her, including all kindness.

Since then, no one has woken up and the tea has been cold, and no one has shared her books for half her life.

Looking back, there has always been a bleak thing, and no one in the world is waiting in the dim lights.

"Isn't it just to live for the sake of living itself?" Ran Bai asked calmly, without any emotion in his tone, and there was something unknown hidden in his trance.

So...so that's it.

Such a simple answer.

Tears seemed to flash in Legg's eyes. For the first time in so many years, I looked at Ranbai in front of her eyebrows and eyes, and looked at the sea in her eyes. He suddenly realized that it was not until today that he really saw what his daughter looked like. After a long time, he asked softly: "Have you ever thought of anyone in the years? Have you ever felt guilty for a moment? You - don't regret it later? Just a little bit, regretting it once."

Every word is light, slightly more serious.

She said: "I never regret it in my life."

She only used seven words to answer her life, all this, this ridiculous.

She believes in every choice she chooses and respects her countless decisions.

She walked a long way, walked for a long time, met many people, and after some things, she was weak and kind and had hopes, and she also stepped on the bones to control the world. She had loved and hurt, hated and resented, but in the end she was just a word.

When she is awake, she has to continue walking forward. On the road she chose, there is no way out, and there is no need to retreat. She has no room for a walk, no matter whether he is life or death, what is the result?

Reason is full of conceit and arrogance. If you say she is sober or sick, she should be like this.

She never looks back when doing things.

She is right.

Legge listened to these seven words and smashed heavily into his ears, causing his chest to become numb and tremble, as if something was cut open. He thought of this life in a daze, and he might have remembered the long time ago.

——The child who lived alone in the attic when he was young.

That year, she might have been five, six, or seven or eight years old. Like all the children in the world, she loves crazy and makes trouble, and is naughty and lively.

At that time, Leg passed by the fruit trees outside the attic. It was autumn. The leaves were golden. From a distance, they looked like a golden sea. The dead leaves fell with the wind and returned to the soil. The path was covered with fallen leaves. The intertwined gaps of the trees cut the blue sky into pieces of blue debris.

In the clear golden yellow, he saw a red neck of his clothes and a blood-red eye pupil hidden behind the branches and leaves. His pupils were as beautiful as rubies, staring at him without blinking.

Legge couldn't recognize who she was, frowned and was about to ask whose child she was, but saw the child on the tree slowly blushing and whispered: "Dad."

Such eyes made Leg remember for a long time. Later, he deliberately forgot it, no longer remembered it, and did not think about what emotions it had in his eyes. Over time, it was covered in the autumn of that year.

Until today, Legge somehow suddenly saw this scene from many years ago. The child had been hiding behind the branches and leaves. He only saw those eyes. The round and clean eyes in his memories gradually coincided with the people in front of him. Thinking about the closeness, admiration, and timid joy in his eyes, she had no more. She grew up and changed. From then on, those eyes were not shocked by the wind and rain, and all honors and disgraces were collected.

Leg stared at a corner of the room for a long time, looked at Ranbai again, looking at the red dress and bloody bathing in the red. He suddenly cried and laughed, unable to stop his voice, and looked like he was crazy.

"Look, look at this in the end... besides over the overwhelming power, full of sins and scheming, what else do you have?"

"Actually, you are all poor people like me... poor people."

In the end, the sound became lower and lower, and no trace was captured.

Ranbai's face was expressionless, half of his face was sunk in the shadows, and he looked a little like a ghost, and he paused word by word: "I can't be pitiful."

She suddenly laughed lowly, lazily stood up, her eyes half-covered, as if she was a little sleepy, and she walked out with her back to Leg: "It's so regretful, it seems that there is nothing to say."

It's funny to say that this is the most talked about in the years.

The first and last time.

Leg fell to the ground and fell there, not thinking about it at all. The cold temperature penetrated into the skin and gradually invaded the bone marrow. He felt exhausted. He was really too tired, so tired that he didn't want to get up again. He wanted to do this.

He slowly turned his eyes and looked at Ranbai's back, so lonely and straight. He suddenly remembered that she was so young when she was young, but now she is still so thin when she grows up that he always feels that the red dress is empty on her body. When he thinks that he is so weak and thin, how could he bear the whole life?

Why did it become such an unending situation now? Even Leg himself didn't know that his lips trembled faintly, and a slight sound from the depths of his throat was extremely hoarse and indescribable: "Can you..."

"What?" Ranbai stopped, but did not turn around.

Leg slowly stopped the sound, like a blade blocking its throat, unable to swallow or spit it out, and it kept the thorns without going up and down, day and night, for a long time, until it was too late.

He stared at the back with a gaze, reluctant to move away, like an evil ghost in the abyss who remembered the executioner who had lost everything, or like a drunkard who was at the end of the road, looking at the last drop of wine left.

There are so many joys, angers, sorrows, resentment, hatred, and hatred. There is too much to explain. A fire called the past is burning, and it is finally extinguished, silent, and ended, without warmth, unwillingness and struggle, nostalgia and attachment, all turned into ashes.

Leg suddenly roared with all his might, and made the last blood oath, crying and decisively, cutting gold and cutting jade, the piano has fallen, and the blade has been destroyed—

"She and you! I and you! I will never meet again!"

Ranbai had already walked to the door. When he heard this, he pushed open the door. The moonlight shone in from the outside. It was clearly extinguished, but she had not stopped for a moment, and only said: "I am never the same as you."

She left.

The door closes.

Return to silence.

It seems that I have never been there, nothing happened.

The only words that came to an abrupt end were buried together with the flesh and blood before they could be heard.

A drop of hot tears fell on the cold ground without warning. He didn't even know why he cried.

Leg was already crazy, but he became quiet strangely, as if he had returned to the past, the blood king standing under the ginkgo tree, looking up at the child on the tree in the golden yellow ground.

Three thousand lives are coming, and the dream is awakened.

The moonlight cannot come in, the light and shadow cannot shine, it will grow dark and decay for a long time.
Chapter completed!