For some reason, she suddenly felt a little worried. People often say that if you are not afraid of 10,000, you are afraid of what if.

What she fears is that if she can't be cured, she will never wake up. She could no longer see the face that haunted her. A voice that calms her body and mind, and is particularly attached. She can no longer smell the fragrance that she will never forget, and her soul flutters.

The blurred eyes turned out crystal tears by the slightly sour nose. That delicate and lovely appearance makes people infinitely pitiful. Like a rose with dew after the rain, looking affectionately at the godsend. She told herself that no matter how it ended, she must forever and deeply imprint his image in her mind. Even if she came to Nai He Bridge, even if she was forced to drink Meng Po soup, she dared to swear to Sanshengshi that she would never forget him in this life.

She didn't say anything, just smiled.

"I belong to you in this life, and you in this life. If there is an afterlife, I still belong to you. "Slowly close your eyes, sit quietly, and wait...

Qin Haiyang on the side was shocked and infected by the graceful and leisurely picture in front of him. The snort was slightly sour, and he was so moved that he burst into tears, and secretly wiped his tears on the side.

Secretly tell yourself that you should be happy. You can't cry in front of the two children, not because you're ashamed, but because you're afraid of distracting them.

A gentle wisp of "life force" slowly flowed from Zhang Siyu's neck into her whole body, up her neck, and gradually permeated her head. Like a warm and soft hand, gently pressing her head.

Light, heavy, pinching, squeezing, pressing, twisting, suctioning...

Let her originally anxious heart slowly calm down, and her whole body relaxed. Make her feel as if she is lying in a warm, loving ocean. It felt so real, as if I was back in my mother's womb.

The world became so quiet that you could hear your mother's heartbeat. It was the most beautiful music in the world, the most beautiful sound. Dissolved the warmest and most peaceful love, do not have to worry about any possible danger in the outside world, and do not have to worry about being cruelly abandoned. In your own, warm harbor, you can do whatever you want. Because, in this world, there is only love, only satisfaction, there is no hatred, and there is no dissatisfaction and regret.

In this warm and comfortable ocean, Siyu can swim freely like a cheerful fish. Like an excited bird, you can spread your wings and soar at will. You can say whatever you want, and you can sing whatever you want. Dance as much as you want.

Suddenly, the style of painting changed, and she saw what she looked like when she was a child.

He was barefoot, holding his grandfather's hand, happily stepping on the soft sand, sticking to his grandfather, playing and playing to his heart's content.

At that time, my grandfather was not as old as he is now, and his hands were still so big and powerful. The smile is still so warm.

She saw the magical "bubble" in the East China Sea again, the quiet and handsome young man in white, and his suffocatingly beautiful face. He couldn't help but bow his head and gently imprint his warm lips on his white and tender face. The kind of possession that belongs only to her personally brings her infinite satisfaction and happiness.

Suddenly, I saw a different scene.

I felt like I was instantly back in my childhood, a little toddler. When he was hoarse, he looked up to see a tall young man holding his hand and a beautiful young woman beside him. They were all looking at themselves with great joy, smiling, and discussing something with each other.

Suddenly, the scene switches to a very large, very beautiful manor house with colorful flowers and a charming fragrance. I'm blindfolded, playing a game of hide and seek with my longing parents.

"Baby, be good, slow down, slow down, come to Mommy. Come on..."

"Baby, come to Daddy, Daddy is here..."

"Ahh

Siyu opened her immature hands, her eyes were full of tears of happiness, and the blindfolded flower cloth couldn't stop the tears of excitement, blending into the warm breeze, accompanied by the wind, constantly floating out.

She excitedly rushed to her parents, opened the arms of "happiness", and embraced the longing buried deep in her heart. Shout out to the two dearest and beloved people what they hadn't experienced for a long time.

"Daddy..."

"Mommy..."

The broad, powerful arms took him into his warm arms.

The fragrant and soft red lips gently pressed against his pink forehead.

She could clearly feel the calm heartbeat in her arms, and she could also feel the pity in her red lips.

She smiled, laughed so happily, so happy.

He pulled away the mask that covered his eyes, eagerly raised his sweet and happy eyes, and looked at the face of deep longing.

"Treasure•••Be•••"

It was a long note, like the sound of a worn-out old-fashioned radio, and it was chilling. It is like a sharp and mournful cry from a desolate dry well on a dark and windy night.

made Zhang Siyu feel cold, like falling into an ice cellar.

Timidly following the voice, she was shocked by the face of the owner of the voice, which was not at all the kind and beautiful face she had imagined. Rather, it is a mass of highly "foaming" carrion with dirty hair. The hair seemed to be coated with a pasty, slimy substance, clumps of flesh.

The carrion was covered with bulging, blue-green pustules. Many of the pustules were bursting, bubbling out with a dizzying stench and gurgling out of black-green pus and blood.

Maybe the pustules have grown too much, and I can't see the traces of the facial features at all, and I don't know who used ink to draw the appearance of the facial features on the disgusting "face".

The painter does not seem to have any skill, his eyes are painted with two large black circles, and his nose is drawn on a pustule in the middle of the carrion, dotted with two black dots. The mouth is a big circle, crooked to the side, smiling hideously.

It looked as if it had just been painted, and the ink had not dried up, and had been washed away by the pus and blood that was constantly flowing out, carving out strips of black-green, like moldy marks. The two black circles that looked like eyes, now with tears in their eyes, glowing with a faint black light, stared straight at themselves.

It's not the warm crook of the arm that hugs you. Rather, it was cold, gloomy, wrapped around itself, spitting scarlet letters, with its bloody mouth full of fangs, emitting a disgusting, stinking like dead fish and shrimp, slimy, dirty, dark blue pythons.