What does it feel like to walk in the darkness?

What does it feel like to let the darkness of the heart grow and swallow the light?

Where do the memories of the deep, inextricable horror come from?

Obviously, with a wave of his hand, he can dispel the darkness in front of him, and he can shatter the confusion in front of him with just one thought.

However, dill chooses to let it go, choosing not to resist and let it develop.

She curled the corners of her lips with a casual expression. The darkest thing in your heart? The most painful memory in my heart? The most vulnerable corner of the heart?

These things that she had never perceived before, at this moment, she couldn't wait to experience them.

The whole body loses color, and the world is quiet.

The gorgeous, voluminous robe rattled in the harsh night wind, and the thin heels of the shoes struck the ground of unknown material, making a metallic "click" sound.

Step by step, the swaying black lotus pieces withered away, peeling off the redundant layers of petals, and finally revealing the lotus heart hidden in the depths, white and tender, pure and thin.

"Arlo"

As if someone was calling from afar, Dill subconsciously turned her head. As the sun sets, the village is dyed in a bright and warm color, and the man who calls for him is smiling towards him, shrouded in the orange sun.

"Look at you, you're sweating like crazy again." The man had a kind face, and gently raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead.

"Okay, don't be reluctant, come out tomorrow to play." The man stroked his head dotingly, "Your aunt has already cooked the meal, we should go back to eat." ”

The small hand naturally burrowed into the big hand, and smiled playfully at the man who was half his body taller, in exchange for a more gentle smile from him. The two figures, one long and one short, were intertwined, and they gradually drifted away.

"Mother, I'm hungry." It's his own voice, and he pouts coquettishly as he speaks.

The aroma of the meal wafted from far and near, and a plainly dressed woman walked towards her.

The man beside him immediately stepped forward, took the steaming meal from the woman's hand, and said, "Yin Yin, didn't you say that I came to do these things, what if you get hot?" ”

The woman smiled, and the tenderness in her eyes was like water: "I'm not our little Aluo, I'm just serving a dish, how can I get hot?" ”

The woman sat on the stone bench next to her, turned her head sideways and looked at herself gently, her face unadorned, but clear water out of hibiscus, better than any elaborate carving in the world.

Her slender fingers tapped her eyebrows lightly, "Ah Luo, didn't you shout that you were hungry a long time ago, hurry up and eat." ”

In the bowl, the vegetables brought by the woman and the man were piled up into a sharp hill, and the dill buried her head in "bitterness", sometimes raising her head and smirking at the woman on her left, and sometimes turning to the man on her right to make a grimace.

The picture freezes, time seems to be stagnant and no longer flows, and everything in the world stays in the most beautiful moment, as if this will become eternal.

Then, the beautiful picture in front of me began to shatter silently, little by little it became fragments, cracked into slag, crushed into powder, disappeared with the wind, scattered in the boundless world, never to be seen again.

After that, Dill never saw the gentle and virtuous smile on the woman's face, nor the doting and gentle look on the man's face.