"I feel like I've killed my friend, and I think that person has killed me for so many years.

In the past few years, I always think back to the time when I was still studying, especially when I was in elementary school......"

Wu Xiaojuan said lightly.

When she was in elementary school, her parents divorced, she lived with her father, and he soon married another, not to say that he was abused, but he was not taken seriously.

At that time, Li Yuqing lived in the elementary school, and when Li Yuqing heard it, she felt that she was a poor little cabbage that was not welcomed.

She also brought a very beautiful box of food, milk, candy, and snacks every once in a while.

Li Yuqing's temper is a little bad, and she can't see it when she is good.

She herself has a temper, sometimes the two argue and don't talk to each other, and then she plays with other people, Li Yuqing starts crying and starts handing her notes.

At that time, I thought this friend was really making a big fuss.

But I don't deny it, it's a good feeling to see how important my position is in my friends' hearts, and to feel that I am cared for and watched!

She didn't study in her second year of high school, so she worked in Jiang City, which was the last contact, and she went to Li Yuqing's house that afternoon.

The two sat and talked for a moment, and then she complied with each other's request.

In major pharmacies, prescription drugs cannot be bought, but there are always some small pharmacies that have more money, and after grinding there for a long time, a bottle of medicine is still bought.

She brought it to her when she came home on the weekend, and it was like that.

I will never forget how happy the girl was when she took the bottle of medicine and smiled, as if she had a jar of sweet candy.

reminded her of her previous elementary school experience, the girl's smile was so bright, and her eyes were extremely satisfied.

But who knows what it will be like that soon.

"I often wonder if I blame her, if she was taking sleeping pills, and she blamed me that night.

I complained that I had complied with her request, bought her sleeping pills, and gave her ......"

Wu Xiaojuan suddenly said softly.

Sun Ziyun looked at it, and saw that her eyes were a little dazed, "I have checked, it seems that taking a lot of sleeping pills will be very painful before dying."

I can't speak if I want to ask for help, I can't speak...

Could it be that at the moment when she was about to suffocate, she regretted it, but she couldn't scream.

Her parents were next door, and for a moment she wasn't struggling, so she wouldn't hate...... I? ”

Wu Xiaojuan's voice gradually became difficult, her eyes quickly reddened, and her eyes flashed.

"I think she and I will be friends for life, we don't have much contact with her on weekdays, but we always have to talk to her and sit with her for a while throughout the year.

After many years, the relationship will not be too deep, but I always regard her as a friend.

I resented that she treated me as a friend as well, probably expecting that if I gave her sleeping pills, she would die......

She knew I would be sad and psychologically tormented, but she still let me buy it.

I'm the same, she died like that, and I'm afraid that when she dies, it won't be painful! ”

Friends!

Sun Ziyun bit the tip of her tongue hard, and the sharp pain made her swallow other uncomfortable feelings.

tremblingly, he took out a tissue and handed it to Wu Xiaojuan.

She lowered her teary eyes and wiped them from her face.

Immediately, the two glanced at each other, and they could see the composure that the other party had forced.

"Anyway, now I don't know anything, and I don't want to think about anything else, I'll come back for the Qingming Festival in the future."

Wu Xiaojuan clenched the half-wet tissue tightly and said in a dumb voice.

Sun Ziyun asked, "Then have you ever blamed her parents?" ”

Wu Xiaojuan raised her eyes to look at her and shook her head.

She felt that she might be innocent, but for the two old people, her daughter only had two friends, and she only had these two opportunities.

If it weren't for her, things wouldn't be like this.

"My uncle and aunt kicked me out in the first few years, and now they let me in and ignore me."

Wu Xiaojuan lowered her head and smiled self-deprecatingly, and said no more.

"Not long ago, I went to her house twice during the winter vacation, and you said that if I had seen something at that time and persuaded her, would there have been no such things?"

Sun Ziyun said in an ethereal voice.

Wu Xiaojuan didn't think much about it, shook her head and said, "How can you see this."

Uncle and aunt care about her a lot, and she doesn't see everything she cares about, so who knows?

It's too late to know. ”

Sun Ziyun lowered his head, pinched his fingertips in his palms, and clenched his teeth.

But she knows, she knows very well.

At this moment, she clearly knew that she was inferior to Wu Xiaojuan.

Wu Xiaojuan will care about whether it will be painful when she swallows sleeping pills to commit suicide?

I could sense that she had resentment, but not much resentment.

Sun Ziyun has no doubt that if it was Wu Xiaojuan who was reborn, she would definitely prevent Li Yuqing from committing suicide!

And she had the opportunity, but she was indifferent.

She suffered like that in her previous life, and her friends suffered the same in this life.

Sun Ziyun suddenly didn't want to face Wu Xiaojuan like this anymore, and Wu Xiaojuan didn't want to say more.

The relationship between the two is no longer as close as before, but they don't think much about it.

The world is big, each has its own life, and if one wants to avoid it, there will be no intersection anymore.

No matter what the world is, time never stops or slows down.

At the age of rebirth in the previous life, unlike the previous life, Sun Ziyun in this life is already married and will soon have children.

When I came back for the Chinese New Year this year, there was a large cemetery on one-third of the road leading from Twenty-nine Town to Fushan Village.

It's very shady above, and now that Sun Ziyun is seven months pregnant, it's not good to go up more, after all, there is still a long section of quite steep mountain road.

So she was carried by her husband and stood on the side of the road, looking up.

She paused for a moment, and her husband looked at her silent expression, but still did not urge.

After being silent for a long time, Sun Ziyun said dryly: "Uncle and aunt are very good......

It's very deserted, the home is very deserted, and now more and more people are outside, even if it's the New Year, it's deserted, not to mention that there are only two old people at home.

Auntie doesn't like to square dance anymore, but will watch others dance from the sidelines.

The busiest time around is the large concrete floor in front of your house, moving out the stereo, and a few women dancing there in the square.

… But perhaps after the hustle and bustle, the two old men returned upstairs and felt even more cold to the bone.

"Let's go back."

Sun Ziyun said to her husband.

The two turned around and walked forward slowly, and Sun Ziyun looked up at the long blue sky.

Her clothes were thick and warm, and there was not much cold, even if the wind blew, she had a scarf on her face and a thick hat on her head.

The cold air that sprints on the body anytime and anywhere seems to be faint.

Sun Ziyun touched his bulging belly.

Yuqing, even if I felt that half of the cause of your death was on me in my previous life, I firmly believed that you were sorry for me.

And this life......

At first I was resentful that suicide was your own choice, and no one was forcing you, so I wasn't wrong.

But I regret hearing about your death again.

So this time I'm sorry for you?

In the past and present lives, it seems that they are all regretting, even if they have a chance to start over.

But now I don't want to ask another question, I can't ask anyone else, and I don't want to ask myself again.

Sometimes, you don't have to live too clearly.

Time can't be grasped and touched, only after a long time, the traces of time can be seen in the people who live in this world.

A long, long time ago, there were two more tombstones in the cemetery, one on the left and one on the right to protect the tombstone that existed earlier and earlier, and the family was reunited.

Sun Ziyun gave birth to a son and a daughter, and now she has gray hair, and the children have given birth to grandchildren, granddaughters, grandchildren, and granddaughters.

On weekdays, he teases his grandson, and his life is dull and happy.

Her parents have also passed away, and they don't come back much during the New Year, that is, they must come back every Qingming Festival in their lives.

Sometimes her children and grandchildren can't come back with her because of something, but she still insists.

Sometimes her children and grandchildren persuaded her not to move around like this when she was old, but she only smiled faintly and insisted on coming.

Even most of the time, he only stood by the tombstone for a moment and did not say a word.

They had no choice but to spare time, and they knew that the old man was visiting a friend from her girlhood, who had died in the flowering season.

No matter how much they do, they won't know, and those who know never explain much.

The indifference of the rebirth, like the rebirth, which only she knew about in this life, would soon be cremated after her death and buried in the tomb.