She could barely believe it.

After all kinds of hardships and hardships, what finally saved the child from the side of death was such a few packets of powdered and white powder.

When it was almost to his throat, Mr. Gao's mouth approached the end of the groove, and the air flow in his cheeks followed the paper groove, carefully blowing the powder into the base of his throat.

Under the dim light, Mr. Gao's face was flushed, and beads of fog oozed from the corners of his forehead.

Her heart hung high in her throat, and her five fingers were numb because of the excessive force on her husband's hand.

A few minutes longer than waiting, more heart-wrenching than fear, more cruel than years.

She kept her eyes open, holding back the pain, staring unblinkingly at every inch of the child's cheek, lest she miss any fleeting thread of life.

Half a minute. The barren grass bloomed all over the hills, and the forests were dyed with dry frost.

One minute. The riverbed was full of tears, and the earth was full of cracks.

Two minutes. The sea withered into mulberry fields, and the black rock eroded into powder.

……

Her heart "poof-poof-" was at the junction of her mulberry eyes and her chest, and in the cramped hut, the air stopped flowing, and a layer of fine, cool mist oozed from the ends of her withered hair.

On the yellowed old wall, a rusty old wall clock, a long pendulum, "click...... "Click...... "The ground is reciprocating.

"Whew-" sound.

The child, who had been silent for a week, suddenly let out a vomiting sound.

A white, sticky mixture of solid-liquid flowed out of his mouth.

"Quick, pat him on the back! Just let him spit out the dirt! ”

Mr. Gao's voice was like a dull thunderbolt, waking her up from her grief and fright.

The husband and her, one picked up the child, the other patted him on the back. A pus-like gelatinous white matter poured out of her scalp, burying sharp needles in her scalp.

When the turbidity in the mouth and mulberry root was about to be cleared, it spit out a filamentous, net-like white sticky.

Inside the hut, it was suddenly filled with a fishy and pungent smell, and the turbidity that eroded the eyes opened a large area of miserable white on the ground.

The long vomiting gave birth to a warm dawn in her mind, however, it also made her heart ache and was about to break.

Fortunately, after vomiting, a faint cháo red suddenly flashed on the child's pale cheeks.

In the dim light, her and her husband's eyes turned red little by little, and cháo wet little by little, until they fell into a vague and warm illusion in front of them.

"Master, can you try again, I really can't lose his ......"

She grabbed the corner of the witch's coat and pleaded, a deep tearing sound coming from her hoarse throat.

"It's not that I won't help you, it's that I can't help you."

The old man's voice was full of helplessness. She began to do things for him in the afternoon, and in the evening, the danger not only did not turn around, but became worse.

His pulse was faint and unrecognizable, his eyes were still closed under his messy eyelashes, his pale cheeks were almost transparent, and the lines around his cheeks were clear enough to show the shape of his bones.

The body lì overdrawn witch, I don't know how to comfort the young mother.

In the dark, there was an illusion that lingered in the depths of her mind.

In the darkness, two white and demonic flowers were born together. Whether it is under the bright sunshine, in the bright moonlight, or in the storm, we will play and rest together, wither and fall together......

She vaguely remembered that a long time ago, the elder master of her secret art had told her that there is a kind of flower in the world called twins, born with the same pedicle, the smell is thick and fragrant, and the fragrance is full of temptation. This flower is always in legends, but there are few such people in the world.

However, she could not speculate on such strange things, nor could she appeal to women who were in a trance.

Aware of her powerlessness, she finally turned around and disappeared into the darkness of the doorway.

Her pupils itched, and bursts of swelling poured out from the depths of her bloodshot eye sockets.

The lovely child of the former rì lively wave fell into her arms with a bleak voice at this time.

Her withered cheeks pressed against the child's chest, expecting to hear a vigorous heartbeat from there.

Deep in the hollow pupils, the out-of-focus eyes fall firmly in a dark corner in front of them.

I don't know how long it took, whether time stopped walking, or if the memory faded at that time.

The child in her arms suddenly spasmed, and her heart immediately rose to the base of her tongue, hanging high there, unable to fall or leave.

The child struggled anxiously in his arms, rubbing against her dull skin and untidy corners, making a "rustle-sha-" sound.

He opened his pale mouth with all his might, and let out a flurry of retching, as if trying to vomit out something.

She slapped him the back, thinking he had accidentally swallowed something.

Sweat rolled down the ends of his hair and forehead, and smashed on the child's pale and transparent cheeks.

There was a long struggle, but nothing was spit out, and her arms were sore because of the frequent ups and downs.

In the midst of her loss and hopelessness, she suddenly glanced at the child's cheek, and a light mist of crimson shrouded in a faint shroud.

A crimson with life was faintly rising on his pale cheeks.

She pressed her ears to her chest, and the heart "tom...... Tom ......" and jumped non-stop, touching the pulse on his arm, the sleeping mountains and rivers, in an instant turned over the river and the sea rushed up, and the strong and powerful pulse seemed to break through the barrier of the skin.

She wept with joy. All things in heaven and earth, light yīn in the universe, rotate and rotate rapidly.

And she, dúlì in that treacherous and colorful magnificent scenery zhōngyāng, turned into a happy center.

At that moment, the happiness that came in a flood silently destroyed the haggard and miserable of Duorìlai.

She saw Lan Tianyu break through the barrier, and smiled faintly at her, just like the smile on his face when he leaned against the old wall at the entrance of the alley and took the luggage from her on that morning many years ago.

"Tianyu, is it really you? Is it really you......"

Tears burst out in a hurry, moistening her cheeks and dripping the child's collar.

The world spun over her great happiness, and she was the king of the kingdom that was dying in an instant. That magnificent country, that country that subverted time and escaped from the desolation, had really appeared because of her happiness.

On the night when the prince wakes up, the stars glow with a mesmerizing light.

Humming a distant childhood tune, the child slept peacefully in the gentle swaying back and forth. Raise your hazy eyes and look out the window at the sky.

On the night when the clouds dispersed, the bright moonlight plated all the heavens and the earth, and the mountains and rivers sank and were lost in the silver sè.

In the depths of the dark world, in a corner where no one has arrived, two white and flawless flowers rest together under the starry sky.