Legend has it that the red flower blooms in hell and the white flower blooms in heaven.

The same represents death, one is biased towards the rebirth of death, and the other is biased towards the hesitation and wandering and depravity of pain and remorse.

In the dead of night, there is a villa on the top of the deserted mountain, there are a few trees on the side, and a few crows fly from the sky and land on the branches of the trees to make "~ya~ya~"

The whole villa is pitch black outside, the Manzhu Sawa in the middle of the hall is everywhere, and the bright red petals of the Manzhu Sawa are like bleeding, the moonlight passes through the window, and a trace of moonlight shines on the sofa, a strange scene happened, a little girl in a bright red dress slowly stood up, gently picked a Manzhu Sawa with her white and tender little hands, and opened her mouth while walking.

"Flowers on the other side, flowers bloom on the other side, you can't see the leaves when the flowers bloom, you can't see the flowers when there are leaves, the flowers and leaves don't see each other, and the life is wrong. ”

There was a crystal coffin in the middle of the villa, and the Manzhu Sawa in the little girl's hand was gently placed on it, and the little girl lowered her head, and the little girl cried.

At this moment, the lights in the hall were on, a middle-aged man, dressed in husky pajamas, gold wire glasses, and a patriotic hairstyle, and those black eyes were so enchanting under the bright red light, the middle-aged man walked down from the second floor, looked at the crystal coffin in the middle of the hall and the little girl walked over again.

"Girl, it's time to go to bed, I have to go to school tomorrow. ”

The little girl raised her head.

"Dad, how did my mother die, can you tell me?"

The middle-aged man and the little girl hugged him in his arms, his face full of connivance and doting.

"Girl, it's because of Daddy, it's because Daddy is bad and killed your mother. ”

The woman lying in the crystal coffin, with bright red hair, bright red skirt, and a cold face, is the same as the flowers on the other side of the villa, weird and enchanting, which is amazing and natural.

"Dad, then why did you kill your mother?"

There was an indescribable weirdness on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth.

"Because in our time, love is like liquor, it is very uncomfortable to enter the belly, everyone is addicted to alcohol, and some women are the same, knowing that love is not possible, they still regard him as life!"