Night.

It was pitch black all around, sinking like ink, with no stars and no moon.

Stretching out his hand, the arm seemed to poke into an unknowable space, as if it had penetrated into ink, and as if the arm had left the body and was gone.

Tears slowly slid down my pale face.

"You don't have an afterlife! There will be no past life either! ”

The cold, shrill female voice was as ubiquitous as the night, and it hit my eardrums again and again.

I clasped my head tightly with both hands and covered my ears. However, he still couldn't escape the impact of the voice.

"You don't have a past life! There will be no afterlife! ”

"No!"

I screamed, and I ran in the darkness, ignoring the darkness of the night.

I could see nothing, the road beneath my feet was soft and elastic, the air was filled with terror and corruption, and there was a faint smell of blood, as light as the very low alcohol in wine.

I don't argue for directions, and I don't want to argue for directions.

Where will my feet land next? Whatever! Just let me get away from this ubiquitous sound, even if there's a cliff ahead! I jumped too.

The front is really a cliff.

I stepped on the air, my body fell down, and the wind whistled in my ears.

I don't stop, falling! Whereabouts! Whereabouts! Endless ......

Finally the feeling of falling stopped, as if my body suddenly lost weight, and I floated in the air.

Then, I felt a pair of hands hugging me.

The cacophony was gone.

There was a smell of blood in the air, sweet, fresh, like an orchid blooming at midnight, full of temptation and confusion.

I woke up again.

The night is not as deep as in a dream.

The streetlamps on the street, which had been lit all night, soaked into my bedroom through the floor-to-ceiling curtains, softly.

I sat on the bed with my arms and grabbed a cigarette and a lighter from the bedside.

The light of the lighter flickered in the dark night and brightened my eyes. The moment the lighter flashed, the reflection of something also flashed, shining in my eyes and shining in my heart.

I took a deep breath of the cigarette, swallowed it, swirled it in my lungs, and slowly spewed it out of my nose.

Pick up the crystal rose on the bedside table and look at it in the dim light outside the window.

Did it open some? I don't see it.

Perhaps, it is secretly stretching and blooming in every dark night when I have nightmares?

I really can't see it.

I shouldn't have been going to fortune telling, I thought.

Walk through the flow of people on the street.

I stared blankly at the neon lights on the streets, I didn't know where I was going or what I needed.

I do not know.

After I waited for three years, Hao finally proposed to me, and I didn't hesitate to say yes, I said, "Okay! "I saw Hiro's joy and felt my own joy.

I finally got it.

My sense of loss is something that slowly seeped out of my heart little by little after I agreed to Hao's marriage proposal.

I've got it, but I'm also losing.

I've been waiting for more than 20 years, and it doesn't seem to be all for the sake of waiting for Hao. So, who or what am I waiting for?

The blood flowed through my body, hot and cold; My eyes, red on one side and blue on the other, are raging fire in my left eye and a thousand years of ice in my right eye; On the tip of my tongue, I rolled and whispered softly, and I spat out a bloodless blade......

Who am I?

That dark night street, floating in the crossroads, I saw the table at the crossroads, and the woman in black behind the table.

She's been watching me, I know.

I walked over to the table under her gaze, sat down, and looked at the crystal ball on the table, and the book of the third world.

"Can you know my past and future lives?"

The woman stared at me for a long time, and I felt the sympathy, tenderness, helplessness, and pity in her eyes.

No! I don't need mercy!!

I got up and left.

"You don't have a past life! There will be no afterlife! Her voice was cold and shrill in her voice.

I suddenly turned around and looked her in the eye, and her eyes met mine, still with sympathy, tenderness, helplessness and pity in her eyes.

She handed me something, but it was a beautifully carved crystal rose.

"When the Crystal Rose fails, it's the end of your life."

Do crystal roses bloom too? When I put that crystal rose in the head of the bed, I thought, maybe I will believe that the crystal rose will bloom? But, I believe.

I was still wandering the streets in the dark night, I wanted to see the woman in black again, I wanted to ask her why, why I didn't have a past life, and I wouldn't have an afterlife.

But I finally didn't meet her again, or I didn't find her again.

Before I knew it, I had walked into an antique shop.

From the floor-to-ceiling glass window outside the store, I saw a piece of porcelain, and it was a vase.

This is a multicolored vase with a thin neck and white porcelain bottom, on the vase is a woman in a yellow shirt, half-nestled on the railing of the curved corridor, outside the railing is a lotus pond, blooming pink lotus flowers, under the thick and delicate lotus, nestled in a pair of colorful mandarin ducks......

For some reason, I fell in love with it at first sight.

I looked closely at the vase, at the woman in the yellow shirt. Later, I laughed, and I thought, the reason why I liked this vase at first sight is because the woman on the vase looks a little like me, right?

Really, although the woman on the bottle is very small, she is very delicately painted, the lazy appearance of the column, the blank expression, and the facial features, she really looks like me in seven or eight points.

"Does Miss like it?" A voice sounded when I was unprepared, startling me.

Turning around, I saw a man in his thirties standing behind him, with a charming smile on his handsome face.

I don't know why, but the moment I turned my head, my mind was confused, as if there were many things rushing towards me, and as if many things were pulling away from my body.

I don't know how long it took me, but I managed to calm down.

The man still had a charming smile on his face.

"How much?"

The man shook his head.

"Aren't you selling?"

"No," the man's deep tone struck me so familiar, "she's priceless. ”

"Priceless?" I smiled and carefully put the vase back, "Looks like I can't afford it." ”

"If Mademoiselle likes," he muttered.

Deliberately trying to knock me? It looks like he's thinking about how to make a high price and slaughter me.

"If Miss really likes it, I can do without money." He was still smiling.

Oh, my God! What does he want to do? Give it to me for nothing? If it wasn't that good, he must have a bad heart!

"I don't want anything priceless!" With that, I turned around and left. However, my legs seemed to be held by something, and I did not want to take a step.

But I still pulled those useless legs out.

I dreamed non-stop all night.

I didn't dream of that night anymore, but I dreamed of the owner of the antique shop, dressed in silver and wearing a black cloak, walking towards me like a prince in a fairy tale.

Then, he had a silver horse-head knife, which was about half a foot long, and cut the middle finger of his left hand.

I heard him say to me, "I'll give you a drop of blood......

I couldn't hold back, and I went to the antique shop again.

The shopkeeper - the handsome man, as if he had calculated that I would come back.

He smiled, that confident smile that annoyed me a little. I finally didn't get angry because I found that the vase and antique shop owner had brought me far more allure than I was angry.

I looked at the vase again and stroked it with my hand.

This time, I noticed that there was a little dark red on the yellow shirt of the woman in the yellow shirt, and I wiped it with my hands, but I couldn't wipe it off, apparently it was like that when it was fired in a kiln. Hmph, this porcelain has a little stain, but it's worthless!

"It's a bit stained here," the boss seemed to see through my thoughts, "but this is a real antiquity, porcelain from the imperial kiln in Jingdezhen during the Kangxi period." In fact, this stain is the most precious, and there is a story here!

"Oh?" I half-raised my eyebrows, half-believing expression.

"There is a young painter who specializes in glazing porcelain in the imperial kiln in Jingdezhen. Once, when he was glazing a vase with a thin neck, he accidentally broke his middle finger, and a drop of blood stuck to the porcelain and mixed with the paint on the painting. Originally, this porcelain fetus was scrapped and could no longer be burned in the kiln. But the young painter loved this porcelain vase so much that he secretly found someone to bring it into the kiln. Who knew that this burn made this drop of blood condense the aura of the weather, turn into a spirit, and attach it to this bottle. ”

"Oh?" I looked at him, "Tell ghost stories?" ”

"You don't believe me?" He still smiled, "You'll believe it later, don't you think the woman in yellow on this bottle looks like a person?" ”

I suddenly remembered the dream, in which he said to me, "You are a drop of my blood......"

There is also the words of the woman in black who read the book of the third life: "You don't have a ...... in your past life"

Could it be that this story is my past life? And he's the painter who broke his finger?

I looked at him with a detached eye, and my mind was confused.

Then, suddenly, he hugged me and kissed me so hard that I couldn't breathe, kissed my mind so much that I couldn't remember who I was, and who he was.

I responded to him naturally, hugging him hard, enjoying the dark, wet, blurry, and sweet smell of blood in his arms.

I gave myself to him, a strange man.

At that time, I don't remember that I had agreed to Hao's marriage proposal, and I couldn't remember the morality of the world, that I should leave my first night to my husband......

I don't remember anything!

I saw that his eyes were full of self-reproach, and he hugged me hard and kissed the tears on my face.

I saw the vase beside me, so I asked him softly, "Is the spirit on that bottle still attached to the bottle?" ”

The self-reproach in his eyes deepened, "No, she's not on the bottle." Because she fell in love with that painter, for her wish, she was reincarnated into the world, and she wanted to spend her life with that painter and fulfill her wish. ”

"When she dies, will she turn into a spirit and return to the vase?"

"Maybe, maybe not, I don't know." His eyes were as confused as mine.

I left the antique shop with the vase he gave me.

Perhaps, I am the spirit on the vase, and he is the painter? I thought to myself, maybe I found Hao because I didn't remember what I came to earth for?

I dreamed of him again in the dark night, and he said to me, "I'll give you a drop of blood......"

Went to the antique store again, he was gone.

The door of the antique shop was closed, and a note was posted on the door that read: "This shop is rented, if you are interested, please contact the owner: 139XXXXXXXX."

I tried dialing the phone, and it was a man with a hoarse voice: "Hey! ”

I hung up silently, it wasn't him.

Why did he leave?

I began to wander in the darkness again.

The dark night can contain everything, including my thoughts.

It was late at night, and I walked through a street garden, and it was dark, and for some reason, I turned and walked into the garden.

Actually, it's the same for me everywhere I go, I just don't want to go home, and going home means remembering Hiroshi for me, and I haven't been in touch with him for a long time.

Moreover, I was afraid to sleep, and when I fell asleep, I had all kinds of dreams that I didn't understand what was hidden.

The garden is quiet and there are street lamps shining on the street, not too dark and not very bright.

I walked around the garden as if I was walking.

Then, I heard a thin gasp in the bushes next to me.

I gently brushed aside the bushes, and by the faint light of the street, I saw two people in the bushes, a man dressed in black, holding a woman, I couldn't see the woman clearly, but judging from the exposed legs.

I tried to let go of the branches, and the branches collided with each other with a clanging sound.

The man turned his head when he heard the voice, but I was stunned!

I saw the man I had been looking for, he, the antique shopkeeper, with the face of a pale woman in his arms.

I was terribly scared and surprised!

He, with two fangs more than an inch long on his mouth, and no blood, stretched out his hand to hug me, and I didn't know where I got the strength, pushed him away, and ran out wildly.

I'm running for my life in the night!

I didn't know where I was going, I didn't know what I wanted to do, I just ran forward desperately!

It's not so much that I'm scared, it's that I'm angry!

I believed everything, I couldn't and shouldn't have believed it, and in the end, I found out that he wasn't the person I was meant to be! No!

However, I hate myself the most, and even so, I find that I still miss him!

I finally collapsed weakly, tears of despair on my face.

The night was darker, and it was the last moment before dawn.

A tall figure stood in front of me, I was startled, thinking it was him, but when I looked up, I saw that it was a blue-robed Taoist.

The Taoist squatted down, looked at me and said, "Your face is blue and gray, and there is a black gas on the top of your head, you must have hit something unclean." ”

I didn't speak, his eyes were still clear in the darkness, tinged with a blue.

"There's a wooden sword here, and if you come across that filth again, stab him in the heart, and he'll die."

I took the wooden sword with a trembling hand and looked at the man steadily.

"Don't be afraid, a sword will kill him! Otherwise, he will harm you. ”

The Taoist stared at me with his blue eyes, and my heart was confused.

"Remember! Be sure to stab a sword in the heart! The tone of the Taoist was very harsh.

"I remember, I'll kill him with a sword!" I repeated.

When I got home, it was already light.

I turned on the light and looked at the vase on the low cabinet.

There was a knock on the door.

Who is it? I saw through the cat's eye that it was him.

I turned around and grabbed the wooden sword, hid it in my sleeve, and calmly opened the door.

I let him into my living room and closed the door.

"How did you find me here?" I asked him softly.

He walked over to the low cabinet and picked up the white porcelain vase, smiled and said, "I can find it wherever it is." His smile was still so charming, and my heart ached.

I approached him, his hand that wasn't holding the vase was gently wrapping around my waist, and I put one hand around his neck and stood on tiptoe while the other slowly drew the wooden sword.

He smiled and kissed me on the lips, and my wooden sword pierced him in the chest!

His kiss was still so seductive.

The pain made him tremble, and the white porcelain vase fell from his hand, but he didn't let go of the other hand that was holding me.

"Where did this sword come from?" He looked at the flesh-wrenching wooden sword on his chest.

"A Taoist gave it, he was wearing a blue Taoist robe and had blue eyes." My heart felt like a sword had been stabbed, it hurt, it hurt!

"It's him! This scumbag, he's taking advantage of you! ”

I saw his blood slowly oozing from the wound, purple, purple like a forget-me-not flower.

"You little fool, you fell for him, so you too will die, and you have nowhere to go now." His eyes were filled with pain, and he pointed to the vase on the ground and said, "Your shelter is gone." ”

His blood was on my body, and suddenly I was clear, and I saw everything that had been hundreds of years ago.

I was in the vase, and I saw the painter, but it was Hao. I fell in love with the painter who gave me life, and I wanted to be with him. One night, a man dressed in silver and wearing a black cloak came up to me and said to me, "I will give you a drop of blood and turn it into your body, so that you can go to the world to be reincarnated and be with the person you love." But do you promise me that after you have spent your life on earth, you will go with me? I said yes, and I saw a drop of purple blood dripping from his middle finger, and instantly turned into a woman as pale as a cloud, and that was me.

"I forgot that I have my message in my blood, so you're no longer the elf in the bottle."

Yes, my body is given by him, but my soul is given by Ho. Therefore, I am always in conflict, one side is cold-blooded, and the other is hot-blooded!

His blood is flowing more and more, and the purple forget-me-not blooms on him!

"I shouldn't have come to you, but I can't help it, you're a drop of my blood, I miss you. But I hurt you! ”

My tears were falling and my heart ached.

His body is slowly getting colder, my body is also getting lighter and lighter, when his blood runs out, it is also when I disappear, I am a parasitic grass attached to his body and life, I am just a drop of his blood.

Yes, I don't have a past life! There will be no afterlife!

I saw that my bedroom was bright, and the crystal rose planted at the head of the bed was blooming beautifully, she had opened to the end, and when she withered, it was the end of my life.

It turns out that I am nothing more than two drops of blood!