Life is also joyful, and death is not painful

- Mikawa

The wind, as for the window, never approached; The rain beats on the ground but no longer crosses the millimeter. The curtains flickered, and the silent empty room was only a shadow hidden in the corner.

Yu Xiaochuan curled up in a ball, where the light could not be seen. This was too big a blow to him - Feng Xue was gone.

All that was left was a diffuse, fleeting but endless sea of clouds, mixed with the aroma of tar and nicotine; Now Ogawa can't leave tobacco, he has become accustomed to and even began to enjoy the feeling of a slight tobacco aroma in the bitterness, tar and nicotine attached to his throat, only in this way can Ogawa's heart calm a little, but after a few seconds the sadness and melancholy returned, one after another, second after second.

Lao Qin put Feng Xue's body into the drawer of the morgue, the cold on all sides, and the blue-blue light flowed up and down by the cold mist; Pale face, black purple lips, droplets of water slowly sliding down the tip of the nose; The eyes were slightly closed, as if they were still about to open slowly.

From meeting to acquaintance, from love to separation; A short time, only romance; Even the freshness of feelings has not passed. Feng Xue has brought too much to Xiaochuan, not only feelings, but also growth, responsibility and faith. But since ancient times, "good things are difficult to achieve, good stories are difficult to achieve", coupled with Xiaochuan's unknown, mysterious and crisis-ridden life experience; Self-blame fills the heart, "It was his own bad luck that caused Feng Xue's departure" This is Xiao Chuan's only explanation for the reason for Feng Xue's departure.

Just a few days ago, Feng Xue was lying quietly in Lao Qin's Qin Pavilion, and the second elder of southern Anhui also said that there was still a rescue, but in just a few days, heaven and man were separated forever.

On the day he got the news of Feng Xue's death, Xiao Chuan was stunned at first, and then hurriedly summoned a taxi to rush to Qin Ge, so anxious that he was shirtless, wearing only a pair of slippers, and unkempt.

When he came to the Qin Pavilion, the door was locked, and Lao Qin stood outside the Qin Pavilion, accompanied by the two elders of southern Anhui.

Xiao Chuan glanced at Lao Qin, didn't say anything, and rushed to Qin Ge; At this time, Lao Qin hugged Xiao Chuan: "Xiao Chuan, brother is sorry for you, but now Feng Xue's body still has a lot of things to do, and it must not be disturbed by anyone or anything." ”

Xiao Chuan couldn't listen at all, and struggled, trying to break free from Lao Qin's control; At this time, I saw the old lady in southern Anhui pour the cigarette ash into her hand, and the old man in southern Anhui dripped a drop of blood into it and stirred it evenly.

A red light flashed, and Xiao Chuan felt his body stiffen, and his spine seemed to be lifted by something, and he couldn't move like an iron nail.

"Nope! No way! "Heart-rending cries, saliva spurting from the corners of the mouth, tears mixed with blood spilled from the rupture of blood vessels; Xiao Chuan's whole body emitted a strong blue-white light, and the mark on his back was about to be broken by this intense white light; Ogawa's ability finally burst out at this moment, but this power was like a clogged toilet, which poured down in one breath after being dredged, and then dissipated and turned calm.

His head sank slightly, and Xiao Chuan fell to the ground in response.

The second elder of southern Anhui stepped forward to erase the mark that Xiao Chuan had been punched into behind him, followed by a series of presses, similar to the technique of acupoints, but it could be seen that each blow was on the bone, and the fingertips of each blow were half a finger deep in the body, and the fingers changed to form various handprints;

Looking at Xiaochuan again, I can indeed feel the pain of each point, with the knock between the two elders in southern Anhui, the pain is transmitted from the bones to the advanced center, the head is raised, falling, and there are beads of sweat falling from the forehead.

The next day

The dim room, the candlelight flickering slightly in the wind, the looming figure, quietly, silently wept.

Although Yu Xiaochuan was already awake, he still couldn't move, and the two lines of tears stopped on his cheekbones and flowed to his ears. It was the love of his life, the only ray of light in his gloomy life; The snow is full of March, and the leaves are full of dry springs.

The door rattled, and the second elder of southern Anhui came slowly: "Don't be sad and cry for the old man, and the broken willow is shady again." ”

Xiao Chuan closed his eyes, firstly, he was angry at the second elder of southern Anhui for failing to save Feng Xue, and secondly, he was unwilling to listen to outsiders who would say goodbye to life and death.

"She still has a glimmer of hope." The second elder of southern Anhui looked at Xiao Chuan, although there was only the faint light of a candle, the tears on Xiao Chuan's cheeks were faintly visible.

The second elder grabbed Xiao Chuan's hands and feet, lifted him upward, and punched the inner thigh and inner hand, and instantly gave Xiao Chuan's abdomen another elbow blow; I saw that Xiao Chuan's teeth were clenched together, his mouth was twisted into a ball, and the green tendons on his forehead were surging.

"Try to sit up!" The old lady turned her back and placed her pipe on the wax.

Slowly green smoke came out of the pipe, and Xiao Chuan sat up with difficulty: "Can you give me a puff?" Ogawa looked at the pipe in the old lady's hand.

"My cigarette is not something that ordinary people can smoke, the so-called one mouthful loses one's soul, two mouthfuls lose one's life, and three mouthfuls of corpses do not exist." The old lady squinted and looked at Xiao Chuan: "Are you sure you want to try?" “

It is true that the old lady's cigarette is made of essential oil extracted from scorpion tail poison, and the tobacco leaves are soaked for a month and then dried, and this scorpion poison cigarette is very popular in Afghanistan, Pakistan and other Middle East and Southeast Asian countries. And this old lady in southern Anhui, actually refined the scorpion venom, and then soaked the tobacco leaves in it for a month, it is conceivable that its toxicity must be ten times and a hundred times that of ordinary scorpion smoke, if ordinary people let the scorpion sting to the light redness, numbness, vomiting, dizziness is more likely to endanger life, the old lady sucks this high concentration of scorpion venom all year round, the age is 100, but still walking like flying, the face is red.

Xiao Chuan hesitated for a moment, and said categorically: "Come on, what else do I have to be afraid of!" He snatched his pipe and took a puff.

Suddenly, upside down, the sky and the earth were dark, and a fierce and pungent sour smell mixed with the smell of some liquefied gas poured into the brain from the nasal cavity and mouth, followed by a burning sensation that started from the lungs and penetrated the stomach and intestines.

"Tom!" Xiao Chuan planted himself directly from the bed to the bottom of the bed, covering his face with his hands and twisting.

"Good doll! I took a big sip before I fell into a fight, not bad, yes, I had the courage of my grandmother to disobey the sky and the earth, and I have the courage of my grandmother! Plastic! The old lady laughed as she spoke, and the few remaining teeth swayed with the laughter, and saliva flew everywhere.

Relieved, although this scorpion smoke is indeed terrible to smoke, this kind of pain can indeed make today's Xiaochuan more able to take a longer time from the grief of Feng Xue's departure than ordinary tobacco.

After the pain, Xiao Chuan slowly climbed up along the table next to him, and just as he was about to stand up straight, his gaze stayed on the middle and upper end of the table.

His hands caressed the place where his eyes were looking, and this time he had no tears, some just silently touched the drawer.