The summer in Funan is always humid and sultry, especially at the turn of summer and autumn, when it rains and can't get up for a long time, the fine and dense heat and humidity in the air will always make people feel extremely boring, just hoping that an autumn rain can completely drown the raging autumn tiger.

In the dusk, Ling Li pedaled the bicycle hard, wiped the sweat from her forehead, endured a slimy feeling, and finally arrived home.

Putting the bicycle in the small courtyard, Ling Li picked up the schoolbag placed in the front basket and entered the house. When passing by the small garden in the yard, she stopped to look at the cactus plant that had been in her yard for more than ten years, and her heart was full of anticipation.

Different from the epiphany planted in other people's pots and carefully cared for, her family planted in the courtyard, growing tall and wanton, her father took a thick wire to fold a large row of brackets, and put the soft flower stems on the shelf, for more than ten years to grow a climbing plant, vines and vines cover most of the yard.

When Ling Li raised her head and saw the snow-white and full buds wrapped in red silk hanging between the thick green leaves of the epiphany, she only felt that her fatigue was swept away, and her mood jumped.

She couldn't help but turn up the corners of her mouth, and yelled excitedly into the house: "Mom, the epiphany is going to bloom tonight." ”

The curtain in the inner room was lifted, revealing my mother's somewhat tired face, with a smile and some resentment in her eyes: "I also ran back on a hot day, and if I don't study hard, I know that I am greedy." ”

Ling Li stuck out her tongue, took her mother's hand flatteringly, and pulled her to count the number of buds.

Everyone knows the idiom "short-lived", and they all understand that this word has some derogatory connotations, and if it is used on anyone, it is definitely not a good thing. Over time, it seems that even epiphany has become an unlucky thing.

However, in Ling Li's eyes, the epiphany is very cute, not only not a flash, but a lot of present, from the summer of each year, to the National Day and around.

Epiphyllum always blooms at night, accompanied by the bright moonlight, first a trace of red sepals unfolds, and then the incomparably tender pure white petals slowly bloom, revealing the most strands of translucent stamens in the middle, and a touch of goose yellow at the top of the stamens.

As for the refreshing fragrance when the epiphany is in full bloom, it is neither sweet nor rich, but it is quiet and unique, which makes people smell unforgettable.

The flowering period was only three hours, and then, without hesitation, he hung down the defeated body, and the curtain call was full of thanks.

From childhood to adulthood, Ling Li is afraid that she has seen hundreds of epiphany blooming, but she never gets tired of seeing them. However, what she is most obsessed with is not the elegant and vulgar form of flowers, nor the incomparable quiet fragrance, but the bowl of sweet soup that her mother picks after the epiphany.

The easiest way for mom to deal with epiphany, boil a pot of water, tear the flowers into small pieces, first put in the light green and red flower stalks, boil for a few minutes and then put in the petals, and after the petals become transparent, put in the rock sugar and start the pot.

This seems to be a suspicion of burning the qin and boiling the crane, but only those who have eaten it know that the smooth and flexible petals of the epiphany, with a sweet taste, are entwined together, and it feels wonderful that a whole bowl of sweet soup can flow into the mouth with just a gentle suck along the edge of the bowl.

For the treasures that can be eaten in just one season every year, Ling Li really can't bear to miss it. So, in the season when her friends travel together, she always likes to stay at home without ambition, even if she has been promoted to the third year of high school and needs to participate in tutoring, she also seizes the opportunity to run home.

With joy in his eyes, Ling Li carefully counted which buds would probably bloom at night, and the gluttonous insects also climbed up his face, biting his lip lightly, his eyes were shining.

A sweet voice suddenly came from behind him: "Second sister, you're back." ”

Ling Li was a little stunned, and turned to face an elegant and beautiful face like an epiphany. The smile on his face faded.

Ling Ling turned a blind eye to her indifference, and continued to smile and said, "On such a hot day, if you want to drink sweet soup, you only need to make a phone call and send it to you, why do you have to ride more than ten kilometers back?" ”

Ling Li's voice was cold: "No need, you just take care of yourself, you don't need to worry about my affairs." ”

Mother sighed, with some helplessness in her eyes: "Second sister, she is your sister after all, it is rare to come back, you will ......"

Ling Li frowned, and before she could finish speaking, she turned around and walked to her room, lifted the bead curtain on the door and pushed the door open, and slammed the curtain hard to vent the depression in her heart.

The bead curtain shook with force, and the shells that fell on it made a crisp sound as they collided with each other.

Suddenly remembering that this string of curtains was given to her by her sister, Ling Li finally couldn't help but look back, seeing Ling Ling's pale and emaciated face in the sunset, she couldn't tell what it was like.

Twenty-two-year-old Ling Ling, with apricot eyes and peach cheeks, fair and lustrous skin, fine and black hair, tall and radiant, has been a school flower-level character since childhood.

It's just that she is obviously the object of everyone's pursuit and has countless choices, but she wants to go down that dead end, and she looks like she is half-dead in front of her, which is very unacceptable.

Ling Ling seemed to feel her gaze, and slowly turned her head sideways, her dark eyes contained water, and her voice came from afar: "I'm just in love with someone, is this wrong?" Don't you agree with that sentence, as long as love is true, what is there not to forgive? ”

Ling Li was a little stunned, as if she had returned to that year, when her sister took her, hiding in the quilt and playing a flashlight, watching the stories of rouge buckles, the bridge of life and death, and the green snake together.

Those poignant and pure love made the little Ling Li have the first throbbing and anticipation for the wonderful fate between men and women.

However, it was only a momentary softness, and she became rational again, and through the curtain that couldn't block her sight at all, her voice couldn't stop being hard and cold: "When you are a junior, you can be said to be justified, Ling Ling, do you still have a little shame?" You are so selfish, have you ever considered the face of your family? ”

Ling Ling bit her lip and didn't speak again, was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled miserably at Ling Li, and said slowly, "Where will you understand." ”

In just a few words, her voice became rough and hoarse, as if the sound of sandpaper grinding against a rough wall made people's teeth sore.

And her clear eyes also lost focus, and the tears in the corners of her eyes were clear and transparent, and gradually turned into a light red like an epiphany calyx, and then gradually deepened, and finally turned into a pool of blood that was deep red to black, dripping on her face.

Ling Li stared blankly at her becoming ghostly, and then turned her head to look at her mother on the side.

In just an instant, the mother, who had plump skin, quickly dried up, her eyes were empty, her exposed skin turned blue, and large dark purple-red scars floated on it.

Ling Li knew that it was a piece of corpse spots.

The strange scene in front of her made her body tremble, and her heart was filled with fear, and she turned around to escape.

However, just after taking a step, I only felt that my feet were empty, and then there was an overwhelming sense of falling, the light and shadow in front of me disappeared, and everything returned to darkness.

Ling Li opened her eyelids that seemed to weigh 10,000 catties, and she was stunned for a while.

It turned out that what I just did was just a dream.

But how could there be such a real dream? The fragrance of the summer earth, and the slightest hint of moisture in the air, seemed to linger in her nose, so familiar that she felt sad for a while.

And except for the horror movie-like scene at the end, everything else is exactly the same as when she last saw her mother and sister in September of that year.

That night the epiphany was in full bloom, and Ling Ling said goodbye the next day. When we meet again, we are already separated forever.

My sister is like an epiphany that quickly withers in a hurry, and her life is forever frozen in the early autumn of that year.

There was a burst of sourness in her heart, and the pictures that were silent in the depths of her memory came surgingly, and she was caught off guard and had no power to resist.

It's just that I still can't cry.

In the darkness, she blinked, sighed, and finally suppressed some of her frustrated and restless emotions.

She could feel that she was lying on the bed, the touch of her hand was a slightly stiff cotton cloth, and she was quiet around her, as if there was no one else.

Ling Li's head was still a little ignorant, and a low and warm voice suddenly came from her ears: "Are you awake?" Does your head still hurt? ”

She turned her head following the voice, and could only vaguely see a vague shadow in front of her.

Ling Li was in a trance for a while, and it took a while before she matched her voice with the person, and the person who spoke just now was Nan Zhiyi.

The sense of happiness for the rest of her life after the catastrophe rolled in, and she wanted to ask what happened next, but before her vocal cords began to vibrate, she felt that her throat was burning and painful, and she could only make a few slurred syllables.

Nan Zhiyi seemed to understand what she was thinking, and her voice was still soft and quiet: "I have called the police, the police have come once, and I have conveyed your words." ”

He spoke slowly, and his voice seemed to have magical power, driving away the chill around her and calming her mind.

He paused for a few seconds, then continued, "It's three o'clock in the morning, it's time to go to bed, you're too tired and injured, go to bed again." ”

Ling Li hummed softly, obediently closed her eyes, and let the sleepiness sweep in again.

When she woke up again, it was already bright outside the window.

The curtains were not drawn, and the sunlight cast from the window slanted on the ground, shrouding the floor tiles to the point of dazzling light.

The rare warm winter sun made her eyes a little stinging.

Ling Li opened his eyes slightly, and everywhere he could see was a white and faint blue. And the smell of the hospital lingering on the tip of her nose made her inexplicably feel at ease.

Some people dislike the smell of the hospital, but Ling Li has liked it since she was a child. may be because there is a doctor at home, the faint disinfectant water mixed with the cold smell of alcohol actually makes her have the illusion of a cold fragrance.

However, as she became conscious, the terrifying experience of being knocked down and choked by her neck in the dark, unable to breathe and unable to call for help, flooded into her mind, and her body couldn't help shaking.