Let's not talk about how Li Shengnan and his wife took care of Song Ci at night, soaked her with warm water and wiped her body to cool down, and had to carefully hold the quilt to isolate the cold air, for fear that she would catch a cold again.

That hard work and carefulness are difficult to describe.

Let's just talk about the current Song porcelain.

She was still lying comfortably, immersed in a bizarre dream.

First, she leaped into the crater and soaked in the bubbling lava, the dark red thick magma did not hurt her in the slightest, like sweet syrup, and enthusiastically surrounded her, wanting to give her all the sweetness.

Dreams are always illogical, but later Song Ci was in the steaming sweet chocolate river, and every pore of the skin sent the same message, extremely silky, boundless and gentle.

She wanders through it, transforming herself into the sweetest and most delicate chocolate candy, one moment a round ball, one moment a romantic heart, and the other an elegant streamline.

After that, she seemed to be the best master carver in history, carving a lifelike milk-white rabbit, a tan immortal rose, and a beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman slowly has facial features, like her when she grows up, and like Li Shengnan, and when you look closely, she looks like a mother in the depths of her memory.

The playful Song Ci looked at the woman in a daze for a long time, and tears suddenly fell.

The woman made of chocolate also wept, and her facial features blurred.

She was in a hurry and tried to repair it, but she couldn't grab the speed of destruction.

Mom was soft in her arms, and the chocolate sauce flowed all over her hands, like the blood that her mother had shed all over her palms before she died......

Song Ci opened her mouth to shout, but her throat and nose were blocked by the sweet chocolate sauce, making her breath difficult, as if every pore was blocked, and the heat gradually spread, trapping her layer by layer, wanting to melt her flesh and blood.

Song Ci seemed to hear a familiar voice coming from a distant time and space:

Stay alive.

It was my mother who told her uncomfortably before she died, even at the end of her life, to teach her to live.

She was obedient.

She'll live well.

Before Song Ci was destroyed, he silently repeated in his heart and lived.

Time seems to stop, immortal, immortal, nothing, and selfless.

Song Ci thought quietly, is she alive?

Forget it.

The soul after a thousand years is immortal and alive.

Now the flesh is healthy and alive.

She just has some thoughts and regrets, but she still tries to get out of the knot in her heart, drive a heart full of holes, and embrace the warmth of another world.

But who will remember the original Song porcelain, as well as her parents, relatives, and flesh and blood compatriots?

One year today, her mother worked hard to usher her into the world, her father turned the dictionary overnight, and gave her this ancient and noble name, and the whole family celebrated the birth of a new life, piling up gifts in the beautifully decorated nursery with gifts.

She also came to that world with the blessings and expectations of many people.

For more than 20 years, she was also held in the palm of her hand by all her family, accompanied by mentors and friends, and grew up happily and richly.

She is an outstanding child in the eyes of her family, she is an excellent student in the heart of the teacher, she is a potential employee in the company, and she has a bright and brilliant life like the rising sun.

However, her life came to an abrupt end on that 26-year-old night.

The end has come and the world has collapsed.

She struggled for so long, and in the end, she was still a mantis arm, unable to protect everything she loved by herself.

Even parents can't hang on to themselves.