Bai Lang's tomb snuggled quietly beside it, and the yellow chrysanthemums fluttered a few times in the wind.

All of a sudden, he felt particularly ironic.

Bai Lang, haha, he shouldn't have such a name, a name is destined for a lifetime.

Haven't you been in vain?

But he still remembered this name, and kept telling himself that one day when he went, he would have to engrave this name on the tombstone.

Now he has fulfilled his wish, and I hope that he will live a smoother life in another world, and he will no longer have to suffer from illness.

The spring breeze blew and rustled in the forest.

The bells of the church in the city are ringing, and it is not early.

They stayed in this corner quietly, as if they were isolated from the world, and he still had to mingle with the crowd, he didn't belong here, and it was time to go back.

The afterglow of the setting sun was projected onto the smiling photo, and the last glance seemed to be smiling at him.

He has always been hard-hearted, but suddenly he became very emotional.

After all, he owes nothing to himself, how can he be blessed by such a dissolute body?

Haha, stupid, there are really such stupid people in the world.

When he walked past the nameless tombstone, for a moment he didn't seem to remember who he was. Is that tombstone your own? What kind of person is a man who comes to his grave to pay his respects?

…………

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

On the first day of the Qingming holiday, the weather was still cloudless.

On the second day of the holiday, it was overcast, and as soon as the night came, a drizzle came.

Meilinyuan Community, backed by Yunfeng Meteorological Mountain. The rainy season is often shrouded in clouds.

This night was no exception, with the poet's hazy and hazy appearance.

The community is not large, the terrain is high, and it has been built for some years.

On the sixth floor of Building 16, Xiaoqin had been standing in front of the window for a long time, and the continuous drizzle outside made her feel bored.

The night was in the rain and mist, as if a dark black mouth was about to swallow itself.

On the big bed behind him, which was still labeled with big red happy characters, the man slept very deeply, and the snoring sound was shocking.

In the crib next to the big bed, only a few older babies don't know if they are urinating or hungry.

Suddenly, he began to cry, and this cry did not affect the man's snoring.

The louder and louder snoring and the baby's crying sounds, like a radical symphony, stimulated her soul and teased her messy heart.

It is like the beating of war drums on the battlefield, the sound of which urges the soldiers to rush forward bravely.

The snoring continues, and the baby's crying continues.

She became more and more irritable inside, as if thousands of ants were crawling through her heart.

Walking to the side of the crib, she meant to change the baby's diaper.

But she stopped, and the baby's white face opened its fangs at her like a rotten apple.

She was startled and instinctively flinched back.

The door was opened, and the child's grandmother grumbled loudly, and she glared at her fiercely.

"You're not asleep! You don't care if the child cries like this, how do you become a mother? ”

After a comeback, the baby's rotten apple face returned to its original state.

The grandmother shoved the nipple of a bottle into the baby's mouth, and the child immediately stopped crying.

The grandmother took the child away in a chattering manner, talking as she walked.

"What if I take her to sleep with me, what if I wake up her dad after crying like this?"

The door was slammed shut, and the snoring began again.

She went to the window again and looked out at the night rain.

The drizzly community was quiet, except for the sound of snoring, there seemed to be the sound of someone talking in the night.

Looking closely through the dim street lamp, there seems to be a person in red standing on the garden steps of the community.

It was just a matter of rubbing his eyes, and the man was gone.

That voice came again, and I couldn't really hear it.

If you listen carefully, it seems to be the sound of drizzle.

It's not a day or two, sometimes it's like the wind talking, sometimes it's like a crescent moon in the sky talking. More often than not, it's as if the elves in the night are talking.

She spoke to the man lying on the bed a few times.

Men always feel that she is idle all day and has nothing to do.

Since she gave birth to her own daughter, the attitude of the man and the mother-in-law towards her has turned one hundred and eighty degrees.

She knew that a man was the only seedling in the family, and her mother-in-law had always hoped that she could give birth to a boy, but unfortunately God did not fulfill her wishes.

This girl came to this world as if she was urging a ghost to collect debts, crying day and night, crying so much that people want to die.

The man's voice grew clearer in the night, but the snoring of the man in the room disturbed her hearing, and she couldn't hear what the man was saying.

Looking back at the man on the bed, he lifted his foot and kicked him.

There was a brief pause in the snoring.

The voice drifted in the wind, and a sharp voice spoke.

"Come on, get out of there!"

She muttered to the night breeze, "Where to go?" ”

"Go to a place where there is no pain."

She thought, she was willing, and she didn't want to live a day of this miserable life.

"Where's that place?"

The snoring sounded again, disturbing the sound, and she faintly heard it as if it was on the rooftop.

She turned, opened the door, and headed outside.

From the 6th floor to the rooftop, the stairs turned five bends to reach the rooftop.

On the rooftop, the air is humid, revealing the smell of grass in the back mountains, which smells particularly good.

In the atrium of the community, I don't know who burned paper money under the rhododendron tree in the middle of the night, and a puff of green smoke made the night even more mysterious.

"Xiaoyi, such a good night, don't let it down."

A figure flashed from the corner of the rooftop, and she looked intently at the man in red who was still on the garden steps.

This one looks more real, the red clown costume.

A clown mask with a big mouth grinning.

The sound came through the mask, and it was particularly sharp and unpleasant.

She warned: "Who are you?" ”

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I'm here to help you get out of the sea of suffering."

"Out of the sea of suffering? What do you mean? ”

"You just have to take a step forward, and the light is beckoning to you."

In the drizzle, a strand of her hair was wet in front of her forehead, and she reached out to brush it.

The man in front of him disappeared in a blink of an eye.

She was anxious: "Hey, are you still there?" ”

"I'm still here, and I'm waiting for you to take that brave step."

He reappeared in the other corner of the rooftop and walked slowly towards her.

She turned to look downstairs, in the rain and fog, there was no bottom in sight, and it was as ethereal as if it were a fairyland on earth.

"Are you telling the truth? Am I free from suffering by taking this step? ”

"Of course."