They were laughing with each other, but they were also laughing silently.

The woman who washed didn't make a sound, and the girl who sat on the swing shelf didn't hear the slightest movement.

Except for the sound of running water, everything else is as silent as death.

At this time, Zhou Nian calmed down.

Everyone here is doing their own things in their own way, step by step, and her appearance has not changed anything.

Then it also shows that they will not pose any danger to her.

Zhou Nian simply gritted his teeth and continued to walk forward.

The brightest place was on the other side of the man-made river.

Zhou Nian crossed the low stone bridge and walked towards the brightest light.

Along the way, he met several people one after another, all of whom looked like people from country A, Zhou Nian didn't stop and sped up his pace forward.

Then, she heard voices.

After arriving here, Zhou Nian heard a voice other than talking for the first time.

It was a smooth piece of music, just repeating those four bars over and over again.

Zhou Nian's tears suddenly fell.

From the time she was an infant, she heard her mother humming like this until she died.

For countless nights, she held her like this, humming this little tune with no name and no song.

Zhou Nian moved forward in a daze, she finally saw everything in front of her.

It was a mourning hall, and the first thing that caught my eye was a large black-and-white photograph of a coffin under it.

Zhou Nian saw clearly the appearance of the person in the photo, as well as the name written on the couplet.

The person in the photo is a bit similar to Joe, and the name on the couplet is also Joe.

So

Joe is already dead?

So

Maybe the person she's seen these days is just a ghost?

Zhou Nian suddenly held his head and screamed, and this sudden scream suddenly broke the silence in the courtyard.

Those who lived in this silent silence all the year round were frightened by her voice and stopped, but they were only numb and looked at her in horror.

Zhou Nian turned around and ran ahead, but his wrist was gently held.

The fingers holding her wrist were as warm as jade, and she screamed to shake it off, but Joe's voice came from her ears: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, nothing happens"

But his voice frightened Zhou Nian even more, she screamed again, desperately trying to shake off his hand, but Qiao grabbed her wrist tighter: "Zhou Nian." ”

He called her name for the first time.

Zhou Nian's screaming stopped for a short time, and the next moment, she looked at Qiao's face, which was very similar to the photo of the mourning hall, and screamed uncontrollably again

"Don't be afraid, that's my brother, and after he died, I used his name and identity."

Qiao's voice penetrated into Zhou Nian's eardrums, and his words powerfully comforted Zhou Nian.

Zhou Nian raised his head and looked at Qiao.

Joe suddenly smiled at her: "Joe, it's not my name, it's my brother's name, I don't have a name, to be exact, they have given me no less than twenty names, but none of them are mine." ”

"Here, why is this the case?"

Zhou Nian raised his hand vaguely, pointed ahead, and muttered inquiring.

Jo took her hand and walked to the small stone bridge, Zhou Nian took stiff steps and followed him.

"This is the first time I have been to southern Yunnan with my brother, and my brother met the scene of coriander."

Qiao pointed to the swing shelf not far away to show Zhou Nian: "Do you think that girl on the swing is similar to whom?" ”

Zhou Nian looked fixedly at the girl who was sitting on the swing shelf, with a childish but numb face, that was the young Zhou Nian, that was her, that was alive, but she had already died, Zhou Nian.

Her tears welled up in an instant.

"If my brother had taken the coriander back then"

Joe chuckled softly and suddenly laughed to himself.

Then my brother wouldn't die, maybe everything would have changed, maybe his hands wouldn't be stained with new blood.

Qiao took Zhou Nian's hand and walked all the way.

Those people began to continue their daily lives as if the script had been written.

The young Zhou Nian who was swinging was still so numb and mechanically swinging over and over again.

The coriander embroidered on the grass by the river still raised its head from time to time and smiled at its companions.

But she couldn't wait for her sweetheart anymore.

But Zhou Nian just wants to escape from here, and he just wants to escape from all this completely.

No matter how much the girl looks like her, she is not her, and no matter how much the coriander looks like her mother, she is not a mother.

This frozen picture, life, weird and terrible, distorted and terrible.

She couldn't imagine what kind of twisted personality it must have to be to come up with such a way to leave the memory of his love forever.

But for Joe, it was all for him to enjoy.

He has been living in this same picture and plot for several years, trying to fill in the huge emptiness in his heart like a black hole, and fill in some more.

Maybe what he wants to keep is just this last bit of warmth.

When Joe walked past the coriander embroidered on the grass, the coriander suddenly put down the square scarf in his hand and stood up.

Zhou Nian stood aside, in this silent night, across time, and saw everything she didn't know back then.

Coriander took out the clean handkerchief from the basket beside her, beckoned Joe over.

Qiao really walked over, and Coriander wiped the sweat from his forehead as if he was taking care of a child, and then brought the snack to his hand.

Joe frowned, tasted it awkwardly, and the coriander smiled, and smiled very happily.

Then, Zhou Nian saw that Coriander handed something to Qiao.

They separated, no one knew, but this separation almost became an eternal farewell.

"I never understood why my brother was crazy and wanted to give up everything for the sake of coriander, and wanted to live a dull life."

Joe's eyes fell on the swing not far away, he was just a bystander back then, because of his brother's obsession, and the last death, he even hated coriander.

But now, all of a sudden, he understood.

Just as my brother liked her when he saw coriander, Joe, who was younger back then, also remembered the little girl who was swinging.

After several years, we met again.

He didn't know her, and she didn't know him.

But there was a familiar thought in his heart, he thought, he was tired of all the voices in this world, but he could only tolerate everything about her.

Qiao Bing's cold fingers gently held Zhou Nian's: "I will let your husband go back, you go back to country M with me, and never come back." ”

Zhou Nian's whole body was cold, like falling into an ice cave.

The middle of the night was about to pass, the eastern canopy was faintly white, Zhou Nian seemed to be dragged into the boundless abyss, she couldn't stand, her legs were weak, she squatted down, hugged herself tightly, tears fell down one by one, and her heart ached.