In a cramped room, Qingyun was chained to a rudimentary iron bed, and now not only his neck was chained, but his hands and feet were also chained to the wall directly above his head.

There were no lights in the room, and the only window was pasted with calendar paper, making it dim and unclear whether it was day or night.

Qingyun lies on the bed, muttering to himself, at first you think he is chanting, and when you get close enough to hear his breathing, the muttering you hear is just a few simple syllables that are repeated over and over again.

"Love Lotus? Don't love lotus? Love Lotus? Don't love lotus? ……”

We don't know how much these repeated syllables mean to him, but if you listen to them long enough, those words are like a mantra that exists between heaven and earth since the opening of Pangu, and after reciting them for a long time, people forget time, forget suffering, forget everything, forget themselves, until they have nothing to remember, nothing to remember.

Qingyun remembered that neither he nor the lotus flower existed, and unaware that there was a pretty figure standing in the dimly lit doorway.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

Qingyun was startled and almost sat up from the bed, but seemed to be dragged back by the weight of the chain, and fell back to the bed in a daze.

The graceful figure at the door slowly approached the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, and stared at Qingyun as if it had been a century. Qingyun looked away, as if he didn't dare to look at the beautiful eyes again.

"Why are you doing this?" Lotus asked.

There was no answer.

"If you don't bind yourself, who can bind you?"

There was no answer.

"Kill me! Kill me and you'll be free. ”

"Kill me, if you kill me, I'll be free." Qingyun finally spoke, but his voice was as small as a gnat.

"Don't you think you're selfish? Killing you is just solving your problem. So what can I do? Don't you care? Are you really liberated? ”

There was no answer. Lotus was also silent, just looking at Qingyun with resentment. After a long time, Qingyun finally met the lotus flower.

"Lotus, don't be sad, I've thought about it for a long time, it's better for you to kill me."

Lotus wanted to say something, but Qingyun stopped her from saying more with her chained hand, and stroked Lotus's eyebrows, her nose, and her lips lovingly with her fingers.

"You killed me like you tried to kill that ghost that day. Drag me into the abyss, to a place where there is almost no light. Don't let go, I'm going to look at you and exhale my last breath. In that breath, there will be your name. A blister and a lotus flower, until I have no more breath to vomit, I can hide your name in it. I will continue to call your name in my heart until the fire in my heart is extinguished. Until my spirit is out of this shell that can no longer be with you, let it go, for it is useless, and he will never call you by name again. Then you go back to the way you are, and you open your eyes again, and you will see me again, maybe the green water grass wrapped around my neck, not this ugly iron chain. You will see me, your water ghost, I will become a lotus water ghost, I will fix myself with water plants, because I will never leave you, I am your water ghost, I will never leave the lotus. ”

Lotus lay on Qingyun's chest, listening to it stupidly.

"And then?"

"Then the water ghost and the lotus flower are in that abyss, where the light can hardly reach, quietly you look at me, I look at you, until the sky is desolate, I look at the old earth, look at the death of people, look at the death of the earth, look at the earth and the ghosts die, look at the fact that no one remembers the lotus, no ghost remembers the green clouds, we have never established anything again, only me and yours have.

The lotus flower sits up a little, so that she can see into the eyes of Qingyun, just like the blue sky looking at the calm sea.

Qingyun's snort began to heavily, and Lotus smiled contentedly. Lying back on Qingyun's chest, rubbing Qingyun's chin with his hair, so that Qingyun could smell the fragrance of his hair, the unique fragrance of the faint lotus flower.

Qingyun's breathing was disordered, his chest was heaving, and his chained hands and feet were writhing uneasily.

"Yes!" Lotus raised her head and looked at Qingyun. "Just like now, your heart is beating so fast." As he spoke, he let out a string of coquettish smiles like silver bells. Qingyun blushed, his forehead was sweaty, and his hands and feet writhed more violently.

"Don't, Lotus, don't do this!"

"How am I?" Lotus no longer rubbed Qingyun's chin with her hair, but instead drew circles on Qingyun's chest with her slender and white fingers. Qingyun twisted his body uneasily.

"I don't want to look at each other quietly. I want you to look at me like you do now. I want your blood to be strong, I want your heart to beat faster, I want you to be short of breath, I want you to eat me. I want you to look at me like a man looking at his woman, and I want you to look at me like this until the world is turned upside down. I don't want you to look at me and not speak, I want you to stop talking. I want us to have so much to say when we look at each other, but it's too late to say it...... Actually, all you have to say to me is one word. ”

Lotus raised her head and looked at Qingyun again.

"Say what?"

"'I want you!' Like a man says to his woman, and, moreover, many, much. Before Lianhua finished speaking, his face was already red, and he simply buried his face deep in Qingyun's chest.

Qingyun pillowed his head with his left hand, and pulled Lotus's hair with love and pity with his right hand, and at some point, the chains that bound his hands and feet fell off, and only the chains around his neck were still tied to the wall.

"But life is so short, we will all grow old and die."

"Then in this life, we will love desperately, the love of several lifetimes, the love of the old world, and love it all at once, so that there will be no regrets, no regrets, no need to wait for the next life, no fear of birth, old age, sickness and death!"

Qingyun lowered his head and kissed the lotus hair deeply, refusing to raise his head for a long time. After a long time, he asked in a hoarse voice,

"Can this really be the case?"

"There's nothing you can't do, as long as I have a human body."

Qingyun stopped talking, and Lotus continued to draw circles on his chest with her fingers, but found that Qingyun's body gradually stiffened.

"What's wrong? Don't like me having a body? Lotus said faintly.

Qingyun sighed, "But that's not you. At night I held the shell, and it was someone else. ”

"But it's me! Idiot! ”

"I'm not stupid! My name is Lotus, and Lotus promised me, but it wasn't Lotus. ”

"I can go to plastic surgery and make it look like this, isn't that what you call it a lotus?"

"That's not! That's just like! It's not just no! ”

The lotus powder fist slammed into Qingyun's chest and raised his upper body, "You are not, you are not, what do you want me to do?" ”

Qingyun suddenly turned over and pressed the lotus flower under him mercilessly,

"I want you like this, I don't want anything else, I just want you to be like this."

In the end, I couldn't help but cry on Lotus's body.

The lotus let out a series of laughs, and her voice was sad. She slowly turned transparent, and finally invisible, Qingyun hugged the air, and knelt on the bed in frustration, at this time all the chains on his body fell off.

The lotus flower appeared quietly by the bedside again, and sat on the edge of the bed,

"Do you understand my suffering?"