When Yue Pingsheng's body was discovered, it was already five days after the incident. During these five days, Yue Min stayed by her mother's side. The mother is recognized as a blessed person, not to mention the well-behaved daughter, Yue Pingsheng's care alone has made the people around her full of envy. Under the protection of Yue Pingsheng for nearly a lifetime, his mother-in-law has never gone through anything, and now at first glance, he knows the news of Yue Pingsheng's death and superimposed on whether he died unexpectedly, from the initial shock to the later tears, which is only embarrassing.

Life and death overnight, only the weather is cool and autumnal.

Yue Min's heart was sad about that strange dream, if it was a heart disease that had been accumulated day and night, how could it be such a coincidence? The time of Yue Pingsheng's death was exactly the moment when she dreamed of it disappearing? If it was Yue Pingsheng's out-of-body soul and her last reluctant thoughts, then there really were those strange supernatural beings in this world?

Yue Min put her mother to sleep, and curled up in a ball of cats on the tatami mat in front of the window. If there is no wind of thoughts, it will pass by without stopping. In the small tatami drawer, there were hand-painted tools neatly packed by Yue Pingsheng, and a hair leaked through the gap in the drawer, sweeping Yue Min's feet for a while. Yue Min opened the drawer boredly, and there was only a booklet lying in it, not like a bunch of juggling on weekdays.

Yue Min picked up the booklet in his hand, and it was half-new with some ink fragrance. She opened it to see, every page is recorded, the first page is the date of the family trip, it was the eve of last year's National Day, that day, Yue Min remembered clearly, the wind and the sun were beautiful, they played for a day, Yue Pingsheng also said that he would wait for the next year I don't know if there will be someone to come together, at that time, he had a normal heart, and he would never estimate that there would be no quietness in the past year at all. The second page is the day when they went to pay tribute to their grandfather, that day, Yue Pingsheng knelt in front of the tomb for a long time, as if he was praying, but what he was praying for, no one knew - the following successive days were all commemorative days - Yue Min turned to the last page, she swept her eyes, her eyes froze, she fixed her eyes and looked, it was the name of Bowen, she didn't have time to understand the handwriting behind it, she only felt that there was a tall building in her chest collapsing. Yue Pingsheng has always been cautious, and he has the habit of taking notes, which he takes as a warning or a big day. It's obviously unusual for a blog post to appear in a log.

Yue Min closed her eyes for a moment, she hardened her heart and looked at it, word by word, word by word, she read it seriously. Her lips were biting white, her hands were trembling, Bowen, Bowen - he had always been in contact with his father, and she, a confidant, didn't even know a dime. Since she was deliberately excluded, it was because their relationship was ill-intentioned.

The daylight gradually faded, the window was secretly depressed, Yue Min didn't know how long she had been sitting, and her motionless posture had been maintained like this, and when she woke up, she just sighed faintly and whispered, "How is it not fate? Not fate, how can everything be twisted together? Everyone can't get out of it? It's the fate of the previous life." ”

She looked at the increasingly dark sky, and suddenly remembered Yue Pingsheng's corpse with scars all over her body, and for some reason, she thought of Bowen without the slightest disobedience. With that dream as an introduction, Yue Min has always been unable to settle down these days, and at this moment, there are thoughts like smoke in her head, and the wind is like ups and downs, as if she intends to lead her forward, but it is a mischief that does not give her transparency, only makes her have a desperate desire and anxiety, she wants to give herself a negative reason, but there is no way to give it, what she is sure of is that Yue Pingsheng wrote the blog post into the log, it is by no means arbitrary, some will only be a turning point in some personnel, Yue Pingsheng is too cautious, he will pay so much attention to details. What Yue Min couldn't be sure of was what kind of secret was inherited by these few words?

The ringtone of the mobile phone is a little lonely in this twilight season, Yue Min picked it up, it was a blog post. Her heart suddenly seemed to stop.

"Minmin. The people over there were as gentle as usual, and called her in a low voice, making her feel a little delusional, thinking that he was talking to her beside her, "Minmin, is Auntie better?"

Then, she heard him say that he was going to come over in a moment after buying groceries. The dishes he makes are really praised, even if his mother-in-law is always picky, she is full of praise for his craftsmanship. But now, even if it is a delicious dish, who can eat it? There was a few seconds of silence over there, separated by invisible time and space, Yue Min seemed to be able to see his hand on the table waiting, his every move, even if he was not in front of him now, she was still clear one by one, some people have some things, once they are used in their hearts, they are implanted in bone marrow and cannot be removed, it is a spiritual blend. Yue Min just wanted to refuse, but he was obviously sighing, and it was unbearable to transmit to her heart, "Minmin, I miss you, do you know?"

"Blog post. Her voice was slightly choked, although she didn't cry, the tears that should have been shed have been shed, the sad heart is still hurting, the heartbreak is not easy to heal, and sometimes she may not be able to get rid of death.

"Minmin, I'll go over, I want to accompany you. He felt her grief still there, and his thoughts seemed to have wings, and he was rushing towards this side without hesitation.

She couldn't support it anymore, her tears were blurred, she gently cut off the conversation, only put her head on her knees, sobbing silently, tears fell on the couch, and drip silently moistened into the mat, no trace was visible.

How should she be good? Others only see her independence, but who can see her fragility? These things cannot but be carried, but can she afford to bear them? In the past, she believed that life was not full of flowers, but it was also peaceful and peaceful, and now her situation is not God's self-righteous punishment for her?

That year, she was promoted to junior high school, and achieved the first place in the city's arrogant results, with a sun-like splendor on her face; that month, she returned to China after completing her studies, spreading like a star; that day, she saw him in her dream for the first time, and her heart was as soft as the moonlight pouring out at that moment.

These people, these things, sometimes close as if they are in front of them, sometimes they are out of reach, as if they are in the sky, making people feel less than half warm. Right and wrong, are engraved in life, with mottled imprints, how can it be cleared? Human life and human memory are not computers, can be combined at will, can be reformat any time, people are emotional animals, this is a long time ago, I don't know which teacher once said it responsibly, she still remembers that this topic appeared many times in the big and small exams, about this topic is originally a reminder to people at the moment, people have feelings, can not bear the passing years.