My mother had forgotten how she carried him down the mountain that day, and the straight and steep ladder led all the way to the bottom of the mountain, and there were a few times when I fainted and fell down halfway.

At this time, whenever my mother was full of sorrow and told him that rì, her eyes were wet tears.

The blow to the mother was undoubtedly the explosion of an atom. However, the strong mother still gritted her teeth, hugged him, and walked down the ten thousand steps. I can't imagine how miserable it would be if she was vulnerable and fell halfway down the ladder on such a steep and steep ladder.

Every time my mother remembers that day, her whole body shudders.

She was at the foot of the mountain, and she looked at him sleeping peacefully in her arms, crying. The temple at the top of the hill is solemn and solemn in the glow of the fall. Thinking of Lao Ni's helpless shaking of her head at the end, her heart pierced her heart like a thousand arrows.

However, the matter of rì, to his ears and thoughts, was nothing more than an ordinary thing.

He couldn't understand the tears that were pouring from his mother's eyes, sad, sighing, or grateful.

It was a fading face, and when he saw the tears spreading horizontally, his heart would be filled with bone-chilling sadness, and he would feel guilty about her after all.

After that rì descended the mountain, a qiē that accompanied his childhood seemed to accurately confirm Lao Ni's prophecy.

His name was not originally Kang Yan. After coming down the mountain, his mother hoped that he would be able to grow up like a rock without fear of fire and water, so she changed her name.

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Diphtheria at the age of two almost killed him.

It was a time of panic.

In my mother's memory, the pale fear was like a dagger, and the long-lasting thorn remained in my heart. After the long and rich veil of time, every time I remember it, the wound that has not seen the sky will be torn open again, and the colic is so suffocating that it is suffocating.

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"What if...... If the fever doesn't go away tonight, you'll ...... Get ready...... Let's talk about it. ”

The doctor lifted the black sè's spectacle socket and said with a slurrel. He didn't know how to comfort the dejected couple, who were still two years old. No matter who else it is, it can't withstand such a huge blow.

The doctor sighed helplessly.

"You two should take care of yourself, too."

With that, he turned his head and walked towards the swaying yīn shadow at the end of the hallway.

This is something he is powerless to turn back from. A line of tears crept through his eyes. He had witnessed countless deaths, but this time made him so sentimental. That beautiful baby, with an angelic face, was about to die at the beginning of life. He struggled not to let himself think about it anymore, and as a doctor, he couldn't think about it anymore.

"Dr. Liu, really...... Is there no other way? ”

He had just taken a few steps. Then I heard the voice of the young mother, and although I tried my best to restrain the fear in my heart, I could not stop the trembling voice.

He took off his glasses and rubbed his red eyes.

"I'm sorry, we've done our best."

He bowed deeply, and a trace of uneasy guilt slipped through his heart towards the couple who were enveloped by the sorrow of the ancient great.

The young mother's sideburns, for some time, were quietly dyed with a layer of white. Weeks of crying and worrying made her originally beautiful face haggard and devastated.

Her husband stood beside her, his empty eyes without the slightest luster. Her nails dug deep into his palms.

She had no tears to shed, and her big eyes, which were originally watery, were now red and swollen into a thin line. Deep in the parched riverbed, beneath the fractured wounds, the black sè swelled like magma of pain. She could no longer stand still and collapsed into her husband's chest, gasping sharply.

He turned. In the silent corridor, the sound of footsteps fading away sounded......

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"And what happened?"

When he was a child, whenever his mother talked about the events of that day, he always surrounded his knees with curiosity, holding his round face, and wanted to find out with a hazy face. But when he was young, when he heard his mother mention that day again, he would sit in the chair opposite him, and say nothing, as if his mind was not there. Seeing his absent-minded appearance, his mother couldn't help but sigh.

"What happened?"

As a child, he was always unsettled, anxious to know the final answer. Her mother would take her into her arms and hold her tightly to her chest.

"Now, he's in my arms!"

With a smile on her face, her mother rubbed his soft hair, little by little, to his forehead, the tip of his nose, his lips, and his chin.

"Mom, you're lying, that's not what I want to know!"

Obviously, he was rather unhappy with this answer. He broke free from his mother's embrace and stood not far away, pouting angrily.

The mother's smile became even brighter, like a chūnrì mountain field, exuding a charming complexion.

In fact, even if you know the ending, what can you do?

Time is irreversible, and so many years have passed unconsciously.

What a great sorrow, what a heartache, what an unbearable pain, what a frightened struggle...... In the blink of an eye, it rumbled over.

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"Yinglian, forget it, we can have another one."

The husband looked at his haggard and confused wife in distress, and then looked at the child on the hospital bed with dull eyes and high fever, and the hot tears could not stop falling.

The wife did not move for a long time, buried in her husband's chest without moving.

A white light tore through the dim veil of the corridor, and thunder gradually exploded over the hospital.

The wife's haggard cheeks were shattered by the lightning, and the husband shook his wife's shoulders vigorously.

"Yinglian! Yinglian! ”

A deep and powerful voice exploded in the corridor, his voice was slightly hoarse, a man who should have been calm, faintly revealed helplessness in such a cold blow.

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The wife is awakened by her husband from the dark nightmare in which the blind eyes make it impossible to locate herself. She felt a pair of eyes, staring coldly at her in the dark. Shivering all over, she suddenly turned her head.

However, there is nothing behind her.

Fine cold sweat oozed from the corners of her forehead, slowly rolling down to her eyebrows, and her fingers touched it, sticky, cold and clear.

He felt a pair of hands reach out from nowhere, reaching out from within her chest, clutching her throat. The air was getting thinner and thinner, and she was haggard and powerless to resist.

Please, please, pinch harder, and then I will fall asleep in this darkness and fall into the bliss of eternal life.

Her heart withered little by little, and she whispered in her heart, a faint smile of relief in the corner of her eye.

"Mom! Mom! ”

Just as she was about to close her eyes, the child's cry suddenly pierced the eardrum.

Struggling to stand up, dizzy and heavy feet without the slightest weight. She reached out and scratched at the darkness of the air.

"Child, where are you? Child, my child, where are you? ”

Her voice was hoarse, and her torn vocal cords were stained with blood and tears. She tried her best to make the sound louder, but the dry throat was like a weight of thousands of pounds, where countless hemp ropes were blocked, and the sound waves that had just come out and the energy disappeared in the impact of air molecules not far away.

Those invisible hands disappeared without a trace.

She loosened her throat, inhaled a few breaths of cold air, and staggered forward.

The unthinkable happened, the naked eye simply could not adapt to such a brief and drastic change in light.

In the gap of a ten-thousandth of a second, the originally dark dark room was suddenly filled with white light. It is said that it is a dark room, because in the darkness, you always think that there will be an end to a qiē, which is the instinctive skepticism and optimism in the depths of the human heart.

However, when she took her arm away from her eyes a little bit, and got used to the white sè little by little, despair rushed from the soles of her feet to the Tianmen acupoint at the top of her skull like electricity.

It is the endless white sè, the white sè sky, and the white sè earth. There is no white sè, there is no end to the earth and sky, you can't see the border between the sky and the earth, and the parallel white sè extends endlessly into the distance.

In such a nightmare, the eyes are not blind, but there is something more terrifying than blindness, and that is loss of focus.

Have you ever thought that you can see a qiē, but you can't see the end, it's better than a green-headed fly scurrying around, at least it still has a place to hit, but you can't, without the slightest worry about the goal.

Despair turned into a thin snake that burrowed into her skull, devouring her thin thoughts inch by inch.

She sat slumped on the ground, her empty eyes looking into the depths of the firmament. Fear had long since lost its meaning to her, and deeper despair passed through the meridians of her body, wave after wave to her brain......

Thoughts are numbing inch by inch, and only a plant-like shell remains.