Lynn's dreams.

The day dawned, perhaps, it would be more appropriate to say that it was dawn.

The sun has not yet shown its face, nor has it cast an orange skyline.

But all around, it was no longer dark.

It's as if a new day has arrived, and everything is starting to move again.

Linlin was at a loss.

It's not that anxious and overwhelmed, it's that I don't know what else I have to do.

Why are you still alive?

No one thinks seriously about this eternal problem, most of them think about it casually, and then take into account the so-called work money, so they throw away this idiot problem as a matter of course.

Linlin didn't think much about this problem, nor did she think about other questions, she just sat there stupidly.

Holding Grandma's head and sitting there.

The hole in the tree was still there, and a small piece of bamboo was still there, but the blood had dried up, and it no longer flowed there after it had solidified.

Linlin hugged her grandmother's head and sat there all night.

I didn't think about revenge, I didn't think about the future, and I didn't think about burying my grandma.

Just sit there, holding Grandma's head, sitting there.

There was nothing to think about, and Linlin's brain seemed to be broken.

There is no emotional collision, such as the anger of revenge, such as the anxiety of what to do in the future, such as the grief of Grandma's death, none of these.

Linlin sat there as if she didn't belong to this world at all, as if she wasn't herself at all.

The sky grew brighter, the trees became clearer, and the dew slowly fell. The sound of the birds seemed to wake up the whole woods, and the ants began to crawl up and down on the dirt, pausing with each other to touch their antennae, and then continuing to crawl.

Lin Lin looked at these things, just looking, without any thoughts at all.

Why do you want to continue to live, why don't you just die?

Linlin found that she couldn't find any reason to hinder her death, why couldn't she die.

Grandma's head is still warm, because Linlin has been holding it.

And the part of the head that didn't touch Linlin's body had become stiff and completely lost its suppleness.

Linlin felt a little hungry, a little thirsty, and then what?

I just answered "oh" in my head, and there was no more follow-up.

What's the big deal?

"Hey, you're here. ”

Linlin looked up and saw a boy standing in front of her.

Who is this man?

What is he saying?

Why are you talking to me?

Linlin's thinking was in a state of extreme sluggishness, and even the three questions themselves took a long time to react.

Oh, it's Knife Boy.

Linlin didn't care, nor did she consider that the father of this knife boy was the one who killed his grandmother yesterday, nor did she think that the knife boy lied yesterday to save himself.

None of these thoughts were there, Lin Lin just glanced up at the knife boy and looked away.

"You...... Are you alright?"

Linlin didn't answer, and she didn't know how to answer.

OK?

Not good?

Linlin found that she hadn't thought about it at all, and she didn't know if she was okay.

It's as if once you open your mouth, you have to explain a lot of things. I can't explain it, and I don't want to explain anything.

Normal communication, simple interaction, but Linlin found that she didn't know what to do at all.

The most important thing is that Linlin doesn't need to care about "I don't know what to do" at all.

It's not the kind of person who knows "I don't know what to do", but desperately wants to know "what I should do", and then tries or works hard to break through this obstacle.

That's not true.

Linlin didn't care about Daozai, nor did she think about deliberately not answering Daozai, but she didn't know why she cared.

There is no such consideration, and the whole mind is not in a state of operation at all.

"Well, I'll take a look and see if there's anything I need help with. ”

The voice entered Linlin's ears, and Linlin heard it and understood Daozi's words.

However, there was no then.

It's like a gust of wind blowing through the leaves, and the leaves have a sound and a sound, and I can see it.

But, not then.

"We pay attention to the earth, maybe, you will think so?"

What is he talking about?

Linlin still didn't react, watching Daozi approach her, watching Daozi stretch out his hand in front of him.

What is this for?

Lin Lin looked at the hand in front of her and looked at it like this.

No thought flashed through my mind, just looked at it like this.

It seems that there is no word "hand" in Linlin's mind, nor "this hand belongs to the knife", or "how someone needs to react when they reach out to themselves".

These seem to be so-called normal, but more like conditioning reflexes like training dogs. Those politeness, those principles, those states that can react immediately without thinking are just brainwashing.

Linlin didn't have these things in her head, or rather, the thing that was running them, and they were already down.

Hey, he helped me up.

He led me down the mountain.

Linlin was like a puppet, there was no resistance, and there was no emotion, so she followed the knife boy back.

When I came to the small temple, the sun had already come out.

The red sun didn't seem to be emitting temperature, and it was still cold all around.

Huh, this is Grandma's body.

Lin Lin looked at the huge fox body and fell next to the small temple.

Knowing that this is Grandma's body, I also just know it, and there are no subsequent emotional fluctuations.

Linlin walked over and leaned on the position of her grandmother's belly, as she had done so countless times.

It's just that grandma's belly is so soft this time.

Linlin didn't care, she just hugged her grandmother's head and leaned on her belly.

I don't know what to think, and I didn't think about anything.

"Why don't I dig a pit first, what do you think?"

Digging a pit?

What are these things?

Linlin looked at Daozi and looked at it like this, without any fluctuations in her eyes, and she didn't even have doubts.

"If you don't speak, I'll take you as you agree. I know you're having a hard time, and I know it all happened so suddenly. I don't know what to say, but the dead are great, and the earth is safe. Anyway, let's bury your mother first......

Well, I also know that my actions are abrupt, and if my father hadn't done it, he wouldn't need my help at all. I'm really sorry, I don't know what to say, I don't even know how to deal with you. But I was always thinking about you, always wanting to come and see you, and I didn't sleep much all night.

I used the excuse of coming out to buy groceries, and then I sneaked over. It is said that this kind of burial requires the selection of feng shui. I won't, but if you don't speak, I'll assume that you don't object. I'll dig here, and we'll bury your mother together. Either way, you want her to go all the way, right......"

Linlin didn't react at all, as if she didn't know what Dao Boy was talking about.

Grandma died, and then what?

I know, so what?

The sun gradually rises and turns from red to gold.

The shadows on the ground also gradually shortened, and the temperature around them also increased.

The knife boy was sweating profusely, and he kept digging holes.

As a result of one morning, the pit could barely hold a fox's head.

And the body of the fox is at least seven times the size of the head.

Knife Boy seemed a little desperate, sitting there with his butt and wiping his sweat.

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