The days are short, the nights are long, and the candles are in vain.

Sometimes, I wonder how I can distinguish the truth from what I have seen and heard, and what I have thought. In other words, what my eyes see is not at that time. I've often been trapped in my dreams, and now I'm listening to it for a while, but I don't think it's absurd. All these rights and wrongs only come from my heart.

The cup of tea in front of me has already cooled, just like my heart.

The candle flame is slightly cool, you and I are in a hurry, and time freezes at this moment, just to redeem the time I once passed in vain. But you are different, the tea in your hand is piping hot, it calls for the world, slowly proving its existence. We sat opposite each other, but it was as if half an inch had passed.

You clasped your fingers together and clutched my silver butterfly hairpin. The wind whipped its fragile body, and your fingers were scarred. You don't seem to notice the pain, you just look at it, then at me, at it, and so on, over and over again, like an idiot.

"After so many years, after all these years, I can still see this butterfly again.... It's been so many years..."

You're incoherent.

"Lord Zhu...."

"Miss Lin, you must be Miss Lin. If you have this butterfly, it must be Miss Lin. In the blink of an eye, you've grown so big. ”

You suddenly look up, surprised.

"Lord Zhu...."

I don't know how to respond.

Zhu Yin gently picked up a candle that was about to burn out, and knelt all the way to me. His plain wood brocade robe was constantly rubbed on the ground, and his body was inadvertently stripped of his cocoon, leaving only his torn body, trying to cross the distance between life and death. I was at a loss for what to do, so I could only keep the pretense of sitting upright, trying to find some stability.

He moved forward, and I quietly moved a step back. And so on and so forth. We were just a cup of tea away, unripe.

He stretched out his hand, wrapped up the broken hair between my sideburns, and carefully made a small ball of hairpins, and returned the hairpin to its original owner. The candle flame stretched his neck desperately, but he could only enjoy the slightest warmth, and I could only do nothing and watch quietly.

From this moment on, I don't deserve the light anymore.

I looked into his eyes, a faint thin light flickering in the night. It was only after a closer look that I realized that it was a tear that had not fallen from the corner of my eye, struggling under my eyes, unwilling to be fleeting, and saying a bitter thing about reunion after a long absence for my master.

All living beings are suffering, and you and I are not exempt from vulgarity.

"Master Zhu, have you seen this hairpin too?"

I stretched out my hand to it, as if in an instant, it became a thousand pounds, and my long hair was entangled, and in this life I don't know between grievances and grievances, as long as we can be together, I can break my bones and bones.

He looked at me, as loving as a father, and as sentimental as an old friend, and who could let go of memories and reality at this moment?

He gently stroked the top of my head, trembling to make sure I really existed.

"Miss Lin.... You, you don't even remember? Don't you even remember this butterfly? ”

His emotions suddenly became agitated, and with those restless hands, he clasped my shoulders tightly. I was pinched and my bones began to humble.

It was as if he had begun to hate me, and wanted to tear me apart to see what this beating heart remembered. The gap of time is not filled, it does not understand the world, it is like a dilapidated house, and when I climb the eaves, I find that there are no memories to support.

Lin Yian is innocent, Lin Yi is not innocent.

Even if it's just me.

We got closer, his slightly terrifying face full of different expressions, and his old features were forced to huddle together, tearing out vertical and horizontal wrinkles. They encroached on this vicissitudes of life in all directions, trying to pull him away from this world without leaving a trace, and he always had to pay it back in the past few years that he had stolen his life.

He looked at me anxiously, his eyes bulging out, and his eyes were covered with bloodshots, like thunder splitting outside the window.

"Forgot .... Forgot .... Yes, it's okay to forget, it's okay to forget..."

"It's too bitter, it's too bitter...."

He unloaded all his strength, slumped in the corner, his body seemed to be drained of his soul, and he could only wait dryly to be submerged in the world. He became vulnerable, and all his emotions evaporated in every corner of the city with that stubborn tear.

The storm pounded violently on the paper window behind him, how could a piece of papier-mâché resist it? Someone is going to take him away... Someone is going to wake him up... Someone is going to kill him .... But no one dared to save him anymore. He began to talk to himself, and he retreated further and further away from me.

The bitter word seeped into my heart like rain, and it froze in every drop of my blood, an incomprehensible chill.

I looked at him, as if in an instant, I had gone through the joys, sorrows and sorrows of a lifetime in the world. Perhaps in reality, everything people do is in vain. Emotions are like a kind of wrong words, stubbornly conveying to me all the privacy behind that sentence.

It's just that I don't understand, I really don't understand.

I got up, my heart was beating violently, I walked into him, I wanted to go to him. This is the instinct of this body, and it is a memory that I can't erase. We may be lovesick old people, or maybe we really just had a glimpse of the adventure, but now I am so eager, impatient, and involuntarily want to get close to him, it is precisely because of Lin Yi's heart that he has not died.

She's living in a different way, humbly.

I crouched beside him, letting the rain hit me through the cracks in the window. I'm not dead yet. You're not alone.

"Uncle Yin, this butterfly, do you remember?"

He smiled, and smiled for the first time in Jinzhou, where he couldn't see his five fingers.

He looked up and put his hands on my face, touching my forehead. There is no barrier between us, and the wind and rain will not invade. His hand wrapped around the back of my head, and I fell into his arms, making my heart beat again for this time. My hair went around his fingertips, and a glittering butterfly loomed into your dreams.

"Girl, this butterfly is your home."

At this moment, words have become the most useless thing.

The heavy rain continued to pour down, and Jinzhou could no longer return to its original calm. God didn't want to see this misperformed tragedy, so he had to cry so loudly in an attempt to cause an epiphany in the world.

But the world is stupid, or too smart, their self-righteous self-directed and self-acting, in the face of fate, is just a fearless struggle.

Life and death are fateful, and the decision is in heaven.

Sikang Mansion now has no more than half of the rich and real appearance that officials and nobles should have, the mansion that covers an area of half a city is no longer resounding all night long with the hustle and bustle of the song and swallow dance, the rich flowers in the garden are wilting, there is no carp turning in the Yao Pond, the glazed stone road is no longer competing with the moonlight, the beams of the golden silk nanmu are hung with dots of mildew, the fragile gold silk cloth and the beams and pillars are separated from each other, and only the half of the body that has been violated by the wind is dirty and alive. A spring rain has ruined half of the life of this house.

Floating life is like water in the clouds, and people don't know it day and night.

The Yuntai daffodils in front of the door of Si Kangruo's room have long turned into a mass of black waste paper, empty and dead, its original rhizome as elegant as a beauty can no longer look around proudly, and the petals are so delicate that they are flawless and have long been covered with bloodstains, just overnight, it has fallen into the same as thousands of ordinary flowers and plants in this world, becoming a dispensable foil.

In the past, it had to be watered by the essence of the beginning of the day, snuggled in a celadon flower vessel worth a thousand taels, and greeted the first smile of the owner; And now, it is half-alive, watching the celadon turn into pieces, cutting off the stamens of its proudest flowers, throwing down its delicate and being covered by the loess outside the house, trampled by thousands of people. Its reluctance is because it is no longer unique.

But it forgot, it's just flowers and plants, it's this life.

Just like its owner, there is no way to escape the life and death catastrophe that should be in life.

The pine tree is decayed for a thousand years, and Jinhua is proud of itself one day.

In the room, it was even more miserable. Everything that could reflect light was destroyed, and the shards of the mirror cut through the round, clear cheeks of the blue jade masonry, leaving behind a series of miserable white scars; The paper was cut open by the blade, and the raindrops were allowed to take the city gates; All kinds of precious vases and gold objects were thrown to the ground, and they had lost their beautiful robes, but at best they were piles of dirt that had been reborn from the fire. They were burned, and the ink that had been splashed added to the room.

Only an expensive empty shell remains, struggling to support the appearance.

Outside the curtain, there were all kinds of physicians.

They knelt on the ground, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, and everyone's expressions were the same solemn, the same face as earthy. Next to it was the prescription that had been torn into pieces, and it was also a silent human life.

The number of doctors was visibly decreasing, the ground began to permeate the blood that could not be concealed in all directions, and there were begs for mercy inside and outside the house, making it impossible to distinguish who was the patient for a moment.

"It hurts, it hurts, I don't want to die, I don't want to die."

"Who's going to save me, who's going to ..... Ahh

"I don't want to die...."

Du Siqi watched his baby son become like this, and his heart ached like an unformed splendid handkerchief that had already been twisted in his hand, and he could no longer recover his original glory and nobility. She could only sit in the lobby and listen to this heart-rending roar, where could this pampered heart that had been pampered for many years be able to withstand such a blow. When poor Si Kang Ruo was still in the medicine stone and there was no spirit, half of the doctors would be allocated here to treat this noble lady who was about to faint from time to time.

"My Ruo'er, my hard-working Ruo'er, what did I do wrong and suffer such grievances. He's a child who hasn't cried since birth. ”

"Mrs. Du, the young master has his own auspicious appearance, don't cry with you."

Du Siqi's aunt Wang Mama helped this good girl who grew up from the palm of her hand distressedly, brushed her slender back again and again, and pinched her shoulders to wipe her sweat, busy coming and going, already out of breath.

Mama Wang looked at the good man in front of her and cried silently, the tears had already fainted the delicate makeup on her cheeks, and half-covered her haggard skin that had not slept well for several nights; The pearl hairpin on her head shook with her body, and the fragile pearl chalcedony collided with each other, and she could only let out a pleasant but painful roar.

Du Siqi covered her aching chest, and said that mother and son were heart-to-heart, and she was no better when she saw her baby son become like this.

The wind in the lobby blew in cold, the rain came in like cannonballs, and the smell of blood spread on the lawn outside the house, which made people nauseous. The burned, blackened medicine jar had been smashed countless times, and the unrecognizable medicine residue and corpses were mixed together, and on top was a flower that was no longer showy.

God may know that the Scone Mansion, which was once a paradise on earth, is no longer curable, and the only way to meet it is to fall into the horrific purgatory of the mortal scriptures. It died, and the first half of the city's life collapsed completely.

Unless there really is a God, or a person who tries to be God.