The pain of blindness is like a lonely boat on a huge wave, the past is unbearable, blood dripping from the blade, and life is always above all kinds of thorns, unpredictable. She was often suddenly low, sad, and cold in her heart. She often convinces herself that in the face of the hardships of life, she should seal the pain, so she tries again and again, and fails.

Struggling in pain, in that thick cocoon, trying to get out. But in the dark world, she is often lonely, lost, and the pain has left her bruised and bruised, corroding her former strength and weakening her will.

"Feng'er, I haven't played the flute for a long time, come, let's play a tune for you." , Wei Ruoxiao said loudly. On this day, he took out his long-lost flute and pulled her to sit in front of the door. Since Sun Meng lost his eyes, Wei Ruoxiao's noise has become unconsciously louder, and he has spoken more. He thought, louder and more talkative, he can make her feel his existence at all times, and he uses this way to give her warmth and security!

Sun Meng is very grateful for his thoughtfulness and meticulousness, he is always so careful and soft.

"Hmm." She was overjoyed and leaned over his shoulder.

The sound of the flute is melodious, quiet and long, rising straight into the deep clouds, and the clouds, fresh and mysterious in the heavenly sounds. It is like a murmuring stream, tactful and crisp, singing softly, graceful and light dance, smart like a picture scroll, and as gorgeous as a brocade.

In her beautiful flute sound, it seems that flowers bloom all over her heart in an instant, and the listening place makes people addicted. Her ears were like fairy sounds, that is, panacea, healing her heartache, and the fragrance of flowers wafted in from her nose, and butterflies danced gracefully.

The sound of the flute rises and falls, low or raised, far or near, gently brushing the ears and overflowing the heart.

At this moment, the pain has flowed away, life is relaxed, no longer burdened, and the ease makes people happy, and the lightness empties everything.

Attached to his side, he gave her firm and thick arms, Sun Meng knew that his firmness was always wordlessly loaded with pain, bearing the weight of life alone, like the desolation hidden after the sound of this flute.

She finally put away her displeasure and enjoyed the quiet and happy ....... that only belonged to the two of them at the moment.

Wei Ruoxiao occasionally went outside to find some work to earn some money, and more time, he stayed to take care of her, since that time she threw herself into the lake, he tried his best to accompany her more.

She sat in front of the door and talked to him, listened to the sound of him feeding the livestock, listened to him make a fire, and listened to the sound of firewood crackling in the stove, this kind .......of life was simple and satisfying.

In the early morning, the sky was blue, the clouds were shrouded in mist, and it was a hazy scene. He took a bowl of rice and sprinkled it into the pot, scooped up a bowl of water in the water tank and poured it in, the gourd scoop shook left and right in the pot, washed it, poured it again, added water again and ......., and made firewood in the stove, and when the smoke wafted out, he covered the wooden cover, clapped his hands, and looked out in front of the courtyard gate, a lush greenery, and the mountains and fields were full of colorful flowers. The stream beside the rice paddies meanders down the mountain, crashing against the rocks, tinkling, and his heart suddenly swims happily in the water like a small fish.

"Feng'er, come quickly, what a different scenery, such a good air, you must come and smell it, it would be a pity not to feel it well." He hurriedly summoned Sun Meng and shared the joy in his heart.