Medicine

- Medicines expire.

……

In the atmospheric dining room, she held her delicate chin, looked sideways at the scenery outside the window, and half of her face was covered by green silk like a waterfall, and he couldn't see her expression clearly.

He was silent and did not speak.

And she didn't say anything about his uninvited arrival.

After a while, he spoke in a hoarse voice, and his voice was low.

“…… Willow Fish? ”

The woman was still looking out the window with her eyelashes down.

He tentatively spoke again.

“… ...... Liu? ”

The few seconds when Liu Ying turned his face were like slow motion in a movie, the camera slowly zoomed in on the heroine's lens little by little, every expression on her face was clearly recorded, and his heart couldn't help but tremble when his clear and bright eyes met his eyes.

Three points of confusion, three points of indifference, four points of melancholy. Every frame is as beautiful as a painting.

She is still as he remembers, her peach blossom eyes are slightly squinted, the corners of her eyes seem to be hooked, and the bottom of her eyes seems to be dotted with highlights, and infinite waves of light are flowing. She sat there, her eyes confused, as if she were looking at him, and as if she were looking at the air.

Love suddenly poured out like a tidal wave, causing his fingertips to tremble.

- and then everything, including himself, faded to white light, and only Liu Ying's soft and slightly smiling face was in front of him.

……

Lu Jianshen suddenly opened his closed eyes, and his deep and dark pupils were focused for a few seconds. He sat up, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and his cold eyebrows and eyes brought a bit of softness and warmth, like ice and snow melting.

His narrow and seductive Danfeng eyes swept to his side, his crow-like eyelashes drooped slightly, and his voice softened: "Ah Mae ......"

As soon as the two words blurted out, they dispersed in the cold and biting air, leaving no trace of residual warmth.

There was no one on his side.

Lu Jianshen's whole person froze and fell silent, the blood on his face receded, he leaned back slightly, half of his face was hidden in the shadows, and he exhaled softly.

He thought uncontrollably of that day, and his handsome face showed a little pain, and he turned slightly blue.

How could it be possible to forget that day.

I will never forget it.

The day he attended the funeral of the woman he loved the most.

……

On that day, the white snowflakes fluttered down on the umbrellas above everyone's heads, and Lu Jianshen and Liu Ying's relatives and friends when they were born were uniformly dressed in black, and methodically lined up to step on the snow-covered stone steps, with a fragile and delicate white flower pinned to their chests.

The sky was gray, and a few drops of rain gradually fell, and then the bean-sized raindrops slapped on the wide umbrella with the snowflakes. The cold and biting wind condensed and rushed towards the dozens of people, and he couldn't stop whimpering and letting out a terrible cry, whining and sobbing, and screaming and crying in the next second. Everyone held the handle of the umbrella firmly, their faces were red from the wind, and they moved forward in silence through the storm, rain and snow.

Walking in the front, he looked at the winding steps and tilted the umbrella slightly at an angle. If someone were standing on it, they would see him raise his umbrella, revealing a dark and painful eye.

His face was horribly pale, his lips were pale and bloodless, his face was expressionless, and no one knew at what second he would explode and collapse.

But everyone understands that he will not lose his temper here.

……

They finally met the woman.

The eyebrows and eyes are peaceful, a pair of peach blossom eyes are smart and gentle, the corners of the lips contain a warm smile like spring, the temperament is clean and comfortable, and it is very bookish.

It's just frozen in a small few inches of black and white photos.

They unconsciously recalled the way she stood in front of them and smiled gently, and remembered that when she smiled and talked to them, she spoke elegantly and calmly, but not offensively. She was born gentle, and gentle people are like a swamp, making people sink deeper and deeper.

They were separated from her by a piece of paper, and could no longer touch, chat, laugh, and play. She would always just smile and stare at everyone in front of her.

However, these are all behaviors that can only be done when Liu Ying is mentally normal.

How long have they been, how long has it been since they had a meal or a glass of wine with such a willow?

Even when she died, she died lonely, painfully, and in despair.

The atmosphere was solemn, the sleet was falling, and someone opened his mouth to say something, but closed his mouth again. They were afraid that they would cry when they made a sound.

"Ah Ma," the corner of the man's lips curled into a warm smile, a faint layer of water flashed under his eyes, and he called out to her in a relenting voice, "I'll take everyone to see you." ”

The familiar name instantly ignited everyone's suppressed emotions, and the women sobbed lowly, the cold wind hovered around them, and from time to time there was a low roar of pain in their throats. The dark clouds looked expressionlessly above the sky, and the black umbrellas shook faintly.

When a trace of crying came low, the emotion could no longer be suppressed, and the woman cried and fell on the shoulders of the man next to her, her shoulders shrugged; The men had red eyes and mist in them.

……

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the snow is drifting more and more violently.

Lu Jianshen once heard a sentence.

Funerals are reserved for the living.

The living have cried enough, vented enough, and have nothing to do with a single sleep.

If you have it, you can sleep for a while, and it will pass.

Lu Jianshen listened to those cries, looked at the rain-washed tombstone in front of him, moved his fingers, and propped up the umbrella on the tombstone.

His actions made the people who came with him slightly stunned, and Liu Yin cried and called him: "Xiao Shen......"

He heard himself open his mouth gently, and the voice was a little dazed, a little painful, and a little trance.

"Ah Ma, she doesn't like to get wet."

Until now, he still feels like he is in a dream, and it feels very unreal. He had never been afraid of dreams, but they terrified him.

It's too real. He looked back slightly, everyone was a close friend or a relative, everyone's face was so clear, the expression was so sad, and the throat was blurred with crying. He moved his fingers, and a hint of despair appeared in his heart.

Why is this dream so heavy, how can he ...... Can't wake up?

Everyone gradually turned into a phantom in his eyes, and the familiar smiling voice behind him made his heart tremble.

"Ah Shen."

The voice seemed to sigh, as if to sigh, he turned around suddenly, and in that second he seemed to see Liu Ying wearing a white dress not far away, with bright eyes and smiling at him.

She faded into a white light and passed by him. He watched as the light dimmed and then gathered into a tombstone. Lu Jianshen blinked vigorously, and all he saw was a tombstone.

His eyes were scarlet, his face was bloodless, he stood straight in the rain and snow, trembling and outstretched out his hand, which was pale and green under the fragile skin, stretched forward little by little, and paused when he was only a few centimeters away from the tombstone.

Lu Jianshen gritted his teeth and finally touched the tombstone.

Tears fell from his eyes in that instant.