When Yang Yiyi woke up again, she saw the ceiling and the lights in the bedroom, everything in the bedroom was familiar, and soon, she found out that it was her home in NJ City, and she went home.

She frowned, not knowing how she got home, but Zhang Xiaozhu sat beside her, sitting on the edge of the bed. The room was dimly lit, and she couldn't see Zhang Xiaozhu's face clearly, but she knew it was him.

"Yiyi, you're finally awake. Do you want to drink water? As soon as Yang Yi heard Zhang Xiaozhu say, she struggled to sit up from the bed, took a glass of water handed over by Zhang Xiaozhu, and took a sip.

Yang Yi was overjoyed to reunite after a long absence, but due to her physical weakness, her voice trembled a little, and she couldn't express the strong feelings in her heart at this time.

"Ah Zhu, you ...... That's great. People think they'll never see you again. Yang Yiyi sobbed under his breath. Zhang Xiaozhu took her into his arms and stroked her face.

"Fortune tellers used to say that I have a great life." She heard Zhang Xiaozhu laughing, his laughter was as hearty as ever, and he seemed to have forgotten what had happened in the past few months, terminal illness, kidnapping, country A, anthill...... As if nothing had happened.

After crying for a while, Yang Yiyi's emotions calmed down slightly, "How did you come back, Ah Zhu?" We went to country A, walked to many cities, and found many places......" Yang Yiyi asked as soon as he looked at Zhang Xiaozhu's eyes. When she said the word "we", she remembered Sima Aya, but she did not fall into the memories with Sima Aya.

"I know about you and Officer Aya going to country A to save me." Zhang Xiaozhu stroked Yang Yiyi, "It was Officer Aya who rescued you and me." She said that when you wake up, she will come to see you. ”

Yang Yi nodded, thinking of Sima Aya, her heart was full of complicated emotions, and her face flushed.

"It's too risky, you shouldn't take your own safety seriously, stupid." Zhang Xiaozhu suddenly reproached Yang Yiyi and said.

"I just want to save you and want you back. I'm afraid you'll be caught experimenting. Yang Yiyi said stupidly, "Didn't we say it?" Even if you die, you have to bury the bones of the other party with your own hands......"

When she said this, Zhang Xiaozhu suddenly stretched out her index finger and lightly put it on Yang Yiyi's lips, stopping her from continuing: "Yiyi, if you don't die in a great disaster, you will have a blessing...... We have to live well......"

(Live well, live well.) Snuggled in Zhang Xiaozhu's arms, a sense of happiness surged from his heart again, and Yang Yiyi cried again.

The two were silent for a long time, quietly listening to each other's breathing.

"I want to see the film." Yang Yiyi suddenly said, counting, she hasn't seen her son for several months.

Zhang Xiaozhu looked at Yang Yiyi lovingly and nodded, "But after your strength recovers a little better." He said to her, "When you can run and jump, we'll drive to see him." ”

Yang Yiyi recalled that after Zhang Xiaozhu was kidnapped in this house, he felt that the house was not safe, so Zhang Quying was sent to another secret residence to be raised by a special person.

Time passes, like the long river, flowing quietly, without seeing the beginning and the end, and not hearing the sound of the waves, the flow of the long river, only the ticking of time.

Yang Yiyi quickly regained his strength. But she felt strange because she didn't know how much time had passed, and she had a vague sense of the passage of time. It seems like two days, and it seems like two weeks, which is very similar to the feeling of drowsiness when she and Sima Aya went to country A without reversing the jet lag.

Zhang Xiaozhu told her that two days had passed, and he showed her the time on her watch. "You've been asleep for the past two days." He told her, "It's going to get better soon." ”

When he walked out of the pavilion of the villa and got into the car, Yang Yiyi suddenly became worried. (lethargy?) Two days? She suddenly remembered something. "Ah Zhu, I'm ...... I can't go to the movies. When the car door opened, Yang Yiyi did not get into the car for a long time.

"Why?" Zhang Xiaozhu asked suspiciously.

"No, you can't." Yang Yiyi was suddenly a little at a loss, and stepped back, trying to keep himself away from Zhang Xiaozhu and others, "You guys, keep your distance from me." ”

"Silly." Zhang Xiaozhu took two steps forward and took Yang Yi back, "You shouldn't be worried about whether you are 'sleepy', right?" If that were the case, the customs would have stopped us long ago when we returned home. Fool around. ”

Yang Yi looked puzzled and uneasy, but was gently pushed into the car by Zhang Xiaozhu. The driver was Ah Liang, and Ah Liang also comforted Yang Yiyi and said that she would not be a sleeper. Yang Yiyi was relieved at this time.

Soon, the car was on the highway. I don't know when, it rained, and Yang Yiyi was a little hesitant to ask Ah Liang to slow down the speed of the car a little.

The scenery outside the window flashed behind him quickly...... I don't know how long it took......

Suddenly, Yang Yi felt that the position of the earth and the sky was reversed, and then, her head hit the roof of the car heavily, she felt the smell of blood in her nose and mouth, and her eyes could no longer see anything.

……

When Yang Yiyi opened her eyes again, she saw the white ceiling, surrounded by an operating room, with all kinds of medical instruments, and people wearing work clothes and surgical jackets, who looked like doctors were busy with things at hand not far away.

"Where is this? What about my husband? Yang Yi tilted her head and asked those people, because her voice was weak, she was not sure if they could hear her, because she repeated her words again.

But those people ignored her, as if she didn't exist at all.

At this moment, Yang Yiyi suddenly realized that it was superfluous to ask questions to those people. She remembered that she had been in a car accident, so when she first saw these doctor-looking people, she subconsciously thought they were doctors.

However, Yang Yiyi found that his hands and feet were handcuffed and fixed on the operating table. She immediately realized that they were not doctors, and she herself was not a patient being rescued.

She tried to struggle desperately, but her hands and feet were weak, and she wanted to shout for help, but she was weak enough that only she could hear her voice. In an instant, how she wished that Sima Aya could suddenly appear, whether it was breaking into the door or falling from the sky, to save herself.

The struggle is so powerless, a person who doesn't even have the strength to speak...... Yang Yiyi didn't struggle much, he felt flustered and short of breath, and the double vision in front of him continued, and the hallucinations in his mind and the reality in front of him continued to ......

A childhood nightmare began to take over her mind and vision.

"Sell you as experiments." Several children older than Yang Yi threatened her and took food from her. In the mutant shelter, the primitive laws of nature are no longer constrained by the laws of civilization, and they are undoubtedly exposed—the law of the jungle.

If by the age of 14 and no construction site or profit-making organization has accepted her, then she is likely to end up on the road of no return—selling her inner body to a filthy, smelly drifter, or an ice-cold genetic factory—and she often dreams that she is lying on the operating table, disemboweled, by a group of people, "just like in ancient times, when pigs were killed during the Chinese New Year in the countryside." "The words of an older child point out the biggest highlight of this nightmare, this bright spot, and it is also the darkest pole of the dark abyss, which makes people shudder.

(That's their nightmare, too.) Yang Yiyi suddenly thought of something, (They, scare me with their own nightmares, and eventually, we have the same nightmare—the nightmare of all mutants.) ）

So the mutant's nightmare.

Then came the nightmare come true.

When this nightmare flashed in Yang Yiyi's mind, a smile suddenly appeared on Yang Yiyi's face, a self-deprecating and helpless smile. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye...... She looked away from the "doctors" next to her, her eyes turned to the ceiling, and she stared at the ceiling in distraction.

Grievance and helplessness turned into bitter tears that began to fill her mouth and nose.

(People come into this world crying, and they leave crying.) Her mother's words suddenly rang in her head. Crying is the beginning, crying and leaving, is the end, and in between, is life.

At the extreme of pain and helplessness, Yang Yi stretched out her hand to the happy memory of her life, as if she was reaching out to the bonfire in a cold night: Zhang Xiaozhu saved her, he took care of her, and since then, she has hardly ever had that nightmare again, she lived a rich life with him, had children, everything went on the right track, in a happy life, especially after plastic surgery, she almost forgot that she was a mutant, whether in the mirror or in reality, everything was the same as a normal person.

Yang Yiyi integrated into the mainstream society, the society of normal people. According to Zhang Xiaozhu's words, he has integrated into a society with a head and a "face".

Before Zhang Xiaozhu fell ill and was kidnapped, everything was so beautiful, the sunshine belonged to everyone, whether it was a normal person or a mutant person, Yang Yiyi, could feel the sun shining every morning, from the caterpillar sucking dew on the green leaves in the early morning, to the butterfly in the flowers, the bird chirping among the trees, to the mutant, to the human ...... All life is bathed in sunshine and is equal.

But, the nightmare, just like that, silently, suddenly appeared, like a ghost that you can't see but always follows you, and this ghost suddenly jumps in front of your eyes and devours everything in front of you.

Contrary to what Yang Yi had imagined, the "doctors" did not come over and "disembowel" herself—she soon found out that they were planning to move her to another place.

"Let's push it to the herbarium." She heard them say that.

She thought blankly, and childhood memories came to mind in her thoughts:

It was the butterflies that the friends used as specimens, they grabbed them, threaded silver needles through their chests, and then put them in transparent bottles and handed them to the teacher as homework. Yang Yiyi felt that it was cruel, and she had always been cruel, so that time, she drew a butterfly and dyed it with the color of real petals...... However, it is a pity that he was not able to deceive the teacher's keen gaze, and of course, he was not able to escape the teacher's punishment.

But she saved them, at least one of them, so she didn't regret it.

But at this moment, she inexplicably felt that she was those butterflies, and the silver needle was waiting for her.

She knew that no one could save herself, and it wasn't fair, but she still didn't regret it.

The corridor leading to the specimen room is very long, Yang Yiyi is lying on the operating table, the "doctors" push her forward, the operating table is wheeled, but the wheels are very hard, there is no cushioning device between the floor and the floor, this way, she feels uneven, very bumpy.

The corridor is long and the road is bumpy. Crying and leaving, this is an uneven life.

Just a few words, but it seems to be the true meaning of life.

Yang Yiyi's tears couldn't stop flowing, just like in the short and long corridor of life, every time he shed tears, the tears were salty, but unlike those happy tears, there was no longer happiness and expectation. The tears shed in the corridor left only grief and despair.

(No, there is still something to look forward to.) Yang Yiyi suddenly thought again, (I hope that I can live well, as long as I live well.) ）

"Just live well, right?" A voice said in Yang Yiyi's heart, she quickly told that this was, this was the voice of a big child in her childhood, she was the strongest and most ferocious among the big children in the shelter, "A weak chicken like you, even a butterfly doesn't dare to touch it, just bow your head and live well." She scoffed, then turned away......

"All three of them are genetically special, and they are rare samples." As soon as Yang Yi heard this, the "doctor" pushed her forward and discussed. They discuss loudly, ignoring the feelings of the discussants, like children who are full of joy admiring the beauty of butterfly specimens, but not caring about what butterflies think.

"I finally found this opportunity." Another said, his voice indicating that he was expecting a good reward.

(Chances?) Yes, chances. Yang Yi swallowed a mouthful of tears and seemed to understand something, (A car accident is an opportunity.) ）

(There are countless people in this world who have died in car accidents, man-made car accidents, natural car accidents.) She continued to think, her mind wandering, she couldn't control it, (What if this car accident was man-made?) Her heart was comforted by the thought that people in this world were dying in car accidents every day—after all, she knew she couldn't resist and could only look for solace.

(As long as you go to the shadow, you can live well.) It was another, greater comfort that came to her mind.

The comfort of weakness and weakness is the last consolation.

The long corridor finally came to an end, the door opened, and this was the herbarium that the "doctor" said, and Yang Yi saw that there was a row of containers and jars erected in the room, and the containers were not ordinary specimens, but people.

The jar was completely transparent, and as soon as Yang Yi saw the people in the jar, they were well preserved, and it seemed that they were just asleep and not dead.

"Basic life activities are guaranteed, and brainstem life activities can also be guaranteed, but not the survival of the whole brain." A "doctor" humbly explained to a superior in a suit, apparently who had come to inspect.

"In other words, it could be a vegetative state when you wake up?" The man in the suit understood.

"Yes."

(Oh my God.) Yang Yiyi suddenly noticed something, the jar was transparent, and the faces of the people in the jar were very clear.

(Ah Zhu!) She screamed in her heart, but she only coughed lightly in her throat, and she couldn't cry. A great wave of grief and indignation filled her chest, burning, and more tears welled up in her eyes. (No!!! She screamed hoarsely, but the world couldn't hear it.

On the left side of the jar containing Zhang Xiaozhu's body, there was also a jar, and when Yang Yi saw it, inside was a small body, obviously a child. The jar is transparent, and the child's face is clear.

That's right, that's going to the shadow, her child.

At this time, the flames in Yang Yiyi's chest froze in the extreme cold, stuck in Yang Yiyi's chest like solid ice, and quickly turned the cold all over her body...... Her eyes went dark and she passed out.

……

In the dark, the little girl saw a butterfly flying towards her, and this time, she did not let it go again, nor did she draw another butterfly to replace its life......

The little girl smiled:

Every butterfly in the world should be made into a specimen to make it beautiful......

Eternity.