It was dark and there was no light.

Min Lian walked aimlessly until the surroundings lit up again, because it had been dark before, and suddenly she subconsciously closed her eyes when she saw the light, and one hand was in front of her.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, and his vision blurred for a while before gradually becoming clear.

The sun is slowly setting in the sky, and the afterglow gilds the earth with a layer of gold, like hope in despair.

The glow of the setting sun and the light of the burning fire in front of him shone on Lishan's face, and the blood-red light seemed to be stained with blood. The eyes that seemed to have stars in those eyes were now dim. The fire as high as a mountain was like a huge monster burning with flames about to engulf her.

The fire burned nothing but a mountain of human corpses.

Tears rushed down like water from a crumbling dike, a heart-rending roar with endless sorrow. The anger in my heart seemed to tear apart the little girl who was kneeling in front of the fire at the age of four or five. The black blade she held in her hand was stained with blood, as was her clothes.

Not only the burning fire, but also a large number of people fell around, all of them were fatal by a single move, and the expressions on their faces were strange, as if they had been killed before they could react, and some of their faces were full of shock and disbelief.

The blood of tens of thousands of corpses on the ground mixed together and flowed down the high steps, bloody but extremely sad.

"I'm going to give them a burial! Let the world bury them! The little girl looked up at the sky, watching the sun set on the horizon, and her eyes slowly closed.

The sorrow that followed the anger was desperate, except for the tears falling on the ground and around the surroundings, except for the occasional sound of burning activity, only the thin sobs of the little girl.

The tall mountain of corpses had been burned to the height of an adult, and a large pile of tattered blue and white clothes and the belongings of their owners were piled up.

The fire seems to only burn people's bodies, not people's belongings.

She rummaged through it with her immature hands, a pair of white and tender hands were covered with thick ash, and her little face became dirty, but she still rummaged aimlessly, completely forgetting that these ashes were human ashes.

In the end, she turned over a few twelve white jade beads engraved with the hour, a broken sword, and a hairpin with green leaves and white flowers. Carefully placed next to the two black and cyan clothes stacked on top of each other.

After putting these things away, he sat in the same place in a lost mind, staring blankly at the corpses all around.

The glow of the sun no longer resembles hope at this moment, but more like despair in death, and as the last bit of light disappears, one falls into collapse.

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"Kid, are you lost?"

Min Lian looked at the person who spoke, a girl with a gentle expression revealing a hint of youthful youth, and a gentle smile on her face stood in front of her, squatting down and saying softly to her.

She doesn't seem to be very tall, but because she is only as tall as her legs, she looks very tall.

Who is this person...

Min Lian's eyes were dark, and her brain was now blank, as if she had lost something after being hit hard.

She should have known the person in front of her, but it was as if she had never known him.

If you think about it, you can think of it, but it's like deliberately not wanting to remember, and you don't subconsciously think about who this person is. It's like she has no memory of what happened after she just entered the secret passage, but she knows what she has forgotten, but she just doesn't want to think about it, and once she tries to remember, she is left with nothing but a blank.

It's like I haven't been relieved, I can only feel my heart sad.

The scene in front of me slowly turned to ashes as before, as if it had never existed.

"I'll tell you to leave the mountain."

After these words, memories flashed quickly in front of her eyes, and the final scene was frozen in the corridor on that bright afternoon, and she was still holding the glass of water in her hand and looking at the group photo.

Drip.

What was that?

A voice appeared, looking around, not knowing where it came from. When the voice sounded again, she realized that it was in her head.

Drip... Drip...

It seems to be the sound of some kind of machine.

Drip.. Drip.. Drip..

The sound became more and more frequent, and the picture in front of me was like an old television set flashing and flickering, alternating between the endless darkness and the scene of the corridor, as if it was flickering and alternating before reality and dreams, as if it was about to be shattered in the next moment.

Other memories alternated before her eyes, and her consciousness became confused.

Walk... I'm leaving... I don't want to stay here..... I'm going to find you... Why do you want to keep me......... I'm obedient and waiting for you in the same place...... But I'm worried about you, I've been waiting for a long time... Then I'm going to look for you...... And then I searched... And then...... And then......

Min Lian had a splitting headache, and his whole person was almost out of control, just thinking about getting out of here quickly. The glass of water in her hand fell to the floor with a clatter, waking her up, and the scene before her returned to the hallway.

Heartbreak can't describe how she feels now, as if she was torn into pieces, she couldn't help her, the whole world was left with herself, and she couldn't tell whether it was helplessness or despair, or both.

His body became wobbly, leaned against the wall next to him, and slowly opened his eyes after a while.

The look in his eyes changed.

Originally, his eyes were full of innocence, and his smile was as bright as the stars in the sky, even if he didn't like to laugh, he could see through it at a glance. Now there are no stars, only the dark night remains, and when you look around, you look carefully, and your dark brown pupils are deep and quiet.

The true end of a story is when the last person who remembers it is put down.

The hallway she was in was still familiar to her, and she had lived here for more than ten years. Now it's like a huge cage, trapping her here, not wanting to stay here for a second longer.

When he looked down and saw the water cup that had fallen on the ground, he squatted down and picked it up.

Sunlight shone down on her, lighting up the hallway. The golden sun is warm, full of infinite tenderness, everything around her is like a dream, and she should forget it when she wakes up from this dream.

The appearance of the group photo in front of him began to blur, and the surrounding scenes turned into ashes as the sun set. In the end, he slowly disappeared, and showed a relieved smile before disappearing.

When the surrounding scene disappeared, Ming Pian, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes violently and looked around in a panic.

She's... Awake?

The author has something to say:

If you look at it, you may find it inexplicable. I'll tell you about it, and you'll understand.

The little girl at the beginning is actually five-year-old Ah Ming. The scene there was a memory for her, but not just a memory, but the kind of memory that she experienced first-hand again.

In terms of the level of pain, it is probably full of stars.

As for what the reason forgot. Quite simply, there is no particular reason - excessive grief and can't bear so much pressure.

The sentence "finally relieved, it took ten years." ”

It's not as simple as you think.

This represents the end of one story, the beginning of another.

The true end of a story is when the last person who remembers it is put down.

The former she also disappeared with the end of this dream, and the moment when she couldn't be cruel to others was doomed. She is like a mountain flower, she was born for others in this life, she exhausted everything she gave and all she got was nothing.

I remember I said that Fumo was a turning point in Ming's life, and that turning point was actually this.

There is also the focus - ten years.

Time is not written casually, there are traces to follow.

The group photo at the end of Chapter 1, the information in Chapter 3, and the last paragraph of information in Chapter 4 have the ages of Ming and Fumo.

Putting these and other clues together is probably a matter of knowing some antecedents, albeit only the tip of the iceberg.

In fact, these ten chapters are not only these, but there are also many spoilers about the plot later and spoilers about the end of this volume. You may not be able to see it now, but you can find out when you come back at the end. I really can't find it, I'll explain it myself.