After Yue Min drank the porridge fed by Bowen, she fell asleep, during which she dreamed that Yue Pingsheng stood in the distance and said to her, "My life is strange, at first your uncle pressed me and couldn't turn over, I believed that after his death, I could see the sun, but I didn't know that the sun and the moon came and went, and it was not as good as a wave." Now, I can only silence the downfall of Xiayi, strange sky? Grievances? Or do you believe that others have ascribed my infamy? ”

Where can Yue Min, who is haunted by dreams, still hear his self-blame, she just wants to hug him and feel the warmth of the past, she runs forward with tears on her face and spreads her arms. Unexpectedly, every time she took a step forward, Yue Pingsheng in her eyes took three steps back, farther away, she stopped sadly and shouted, "Dad, will you go back with me?" I don't want to see you outcast, you know? ”

She saw Yue Pingsheng who was hidden in the mist shaking his head desperately, and heard his distorted voice saying, "Minmin, obedient, Dad knows what to do, Dad can't make up for the mistakes he made, but he can't add mistakes to mistakes, Dad wants to give you the best life, never thought it would be today's injury, you don't blame Dad, Dad is already satisfied." ”

How could she blame him? It was he who raised her, and without him, how far away would this world be? He felt guilty of what she owed her, and she didn't give him real company. Yue Min couldn't help but take a step forward, his voice was as high-pitched as when he sang to his father when he was a child, but the sadness in that tone could not be covered by raising the syllables, "Dad, come back, I can feel at ease with you." ”

"Dad will come back, but not at this time, Minmin, you remember, when Dad is done with the unfinished business, everything will be over."

Yue Min watched Yue Pingsheng disappear into the clouds, her helpless and hesitant heart was broken, she shouted over and over again, and all that responded to her was a buzzing echo, and it was herself who swirled in the entire unknown space. Yue Min suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a heartbeat in his chest like a drum, which was a heart-palpitating dream.

Thinking about it day and night, it seems to be the best explanation for this, but Yue Pingsheng in the dream is a reckless illusion on the one hand, but it is real on the other hand, so she can't doubt it. Yue Min raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, struggled to sit up, and carefully recalled the details of that dream, she never believed in heaven or earth, only believed in man-made. But why is it just an illusion, but it made her shake her previous cognition, human life seems to be a simple embryo on the surface, but if you use the dialectic of materialism, heaven and earth are in harmony, and all things are self-generated. and God is the form, and the form is God; The theory that the form exists is the existence of the gods, and the form of gratitude is the theory of the destruction of the gods. Does this dream fit the truth out of this seemingly absurd but substantial?

The personnel in the world, all kinds of things, can not be concealed in a word, but after argumentation, induction and summary, it is just birth, old age, sickness and death, in which the past shuttle is just a small or large episode, and these episodes are the final destination of life, how is it not the will of heaven to make people?

The door outside opened, and then the faint light of the wall lamp came in, and Yue Min realized that Bowen was not in the house just now.

The sound of squirming footsteps was getting closer, and Yue Min could hear that he was deliberately suppressing the movement, and he was worried that it would disturb her. Yue Min closed her eyes tightly, her face was facing the wall on the left side of her body, and her whole person was bent into the shape of an embryo in the womb, such a conservative posture made her slightly relaxed.

His hand covered his forehead for a moment, and when he moved away, his hand rested on her shoulder, and gently shook her soft voice, "Minmin, take the medicine, Minmin, you have a fever, Minmin-"

He chattered endlessly like a woman, Yue Min's covered eyes were already full of tears, he had just gone to find medicine for her, and the night was over, but he had not slept yet, how could she bear this affection? If he knew about her reservations about him, would he still be so single-minded? Yue Min didn't have the courage to think about it anymore, she clenched her lower lip, not allowing herself to cry.

The ripples in Yue Min's eyes forced her to go back, and she seemed to be half-open when she woke up, and whispered hazyly, "Why haven't you slept yet?" My thirsty throat is smoking, is there any water? ”

After a while, Yue Min felt that he was fake enough to make a film, it was more than enough to play a femme fatale-hearted woman, and it was easy to choke on a small jasper. Good and evil are indistinguishable most of the time on the surface, and even black and white are reversed, so because of the ignorance of conscience and being an evil person, on the contrary, will win more recognition, which is derived from the commonality of people who like to obey themselves, and the evil mind is also a deformed product that comes into being.

Bowen fed her the medicine, took her in his arms, and coaxed softly, "Don't worry, there is always a way to deal with things before they come, you and me, not worth one Zhuge Liang, but worth three stinkers." It's going to be fine. ”

yes, what's the use of worrying? The first thing everyone said when they met her was an intimate "rest assured". But how could she let it go? It was the dad she relied on, and no one could appreciate her real pain, including Bowen. She used to think that she understood the bitterness hidden in Bowen's heart, but now it seems that it is just her superficial pretense of giving to others, and how can those comforts from scratching her boots not be a greater harm that others can't avoid.

Bowen only thought that she was anxious, and printed a kiss on her forehead, saying, "Sleep, I will accompany you home tomorrow to see your aunt, you have been avoiding it for the past few days." It only worries her more. ”

What will it be like when you face it? Yue Min's mind was in a mess, his mother's face appeared in his mind for a while, and his father's face was superimposed for a while, and the two faces full of sorrow were like falling flowers that were drifting away in the water, just a helpless sigh.

The strength between Bowen's arms slackened slightly, he looked down at Yue Min, who was silent, and tried to put her down, but he heard Yue Min call him in a low voice, and paused for a moment before he said slowly, "If you were me, what would you do?" ”

How could Bowen not know what Yue Min said, her heart was already mottled with scars, without the dilution of time and the stranding of things, it was useless to say anything, he understood, didn't he struggle step by step like this at the beginning? People are floating in things, things can't stand the grinding, there will always be a day, it will be clear to see through, but there is no grinding in it, where can you see that indifference?

At this time, every minute and second is like walking knives, mountains and seas of fire, and I will look back after many years, at the beginning, but that's it. At that time, I saw that I was only suffering from my own shallowness, and I did not see the difficulties of others.