No one has a definite conclusion as to what disappears. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Sometimes it is death, it is the vitality that no longer flows in the veins, and it is gradually decaying.

Sometimes it's leaving, "disappearing" from perspective, or going to a place where you won't be there for a while.

In this way, there are probably two ways to defendically disappear, but Lin Xie didn't know how to describe the disappearance in front of his eyes.

An obsession I met before was a black dog guarding the steamed bun shop, and he turned into a wind chime, and after he died, he had to warn his grandmother that if he had a guest going out, he would check whether he had paid the bill.

In this way, since it becomes an obsession after death, it will also turn into other "products" to prove its existence, which may also be the welfare of the Creator to simple people.

The lifeguard's obsession is to hold his daughter's hand and marry someone else, and Lin Xie feels that it is not so simple.

His daughter took Lin Xie's arm and walked slowly on the flower path of the auditorium, and was longed for by more than a hundred pairs of eyes.

What people saw was the aura of the ocean goddess emanating from Zhou Qing's body, and his eyes were confused.

What Lin Xie saw was a blue product that had been reborn into the air as her father's body gradually dissipated.

If the air has weight and the ocean has a smell, it must be salty.

Until the lifeguard's body became translucent, and even the shadows of the others behind him could be seen from his heart, the hollowed-out body seemed to announce that time was pressing.

He twisted his face and placed his equally translucent hand on the air of his daughter's shoulder, unable to touch it no matter how close he tried.

It's so close, but it's as far away as two worlds.

Even the throat emitted a long retching.

Lin Xie didn't deliberately speed up, more often than not, he just followed Zhou Qing's pace, he put his mind empty, except for three or two people on the flower road, no one else's eyes paid attention.

Now, Zhou Qing finally found that the atmosphere was a little different, at least he was not absolutely lonely during this journey, who else existed except for the cheap cousin.

She shook her head suspiciously, looking a little playful and cute, the pink and white skirt hesitated to sway, it was her temporary stop.

Raised, Zhou Qing's eyes were shining, her nose was sour inexplicably, and she smelled the familiar smell, the salty and astringent smell of the rotten ocean, and the annoying smell of uncle in the air.

The melody of the wedding march became longer in her ears, as if it was deliberately stretching the cohesion of each key.

"Where?"

Zhou Qing sincerely floated this question in her heart, but looking at the owner who had no smell around her, and even if she tried to breathe, even the smell was gone, as if to warn her that everything was just an illusion.

No matter which space the perspective stays in, there are no familiar people.

It was impossible for the wedding not to go on, and the relatives and friends on both sides were a little restless, she slowly held back the sourness of tears in her nose, and continued to walk on her somewhat weak legs.

Lin Xie noticed that she was struggling to walk, and he increased the strength of her arm so that she would not fall.

His heart was like a knife, because when Zhou Qing looked around just now, his eyes briefly made contact with the cloudy and light gray eyes of the lifeguard.

For Zhou Qing, it is just ordinary air, but for lifeguards, it is the unbearable weight of life, staring longingly at the big eyes looking for something, biting his lip, hoping to let the eyes of each other be engraved in his heart and become eternal.

But the harder he tried, the more humble he became, how much Lin Xie hoped that it was the lifeguard who stood on Zhou Qing's right, not himself.

In the second half of the flower road, the groom's nervous and trembling emotions can be felt from Lin Xie, and the illusion of the first time has dissipated more and more because of familiarity.

As is the case with any ordinary wedding, people sigh at the beauty of the bride, and they don't talk about it, they just smile.

The footsteps of Wang Zhan's family couldn't help but bury a small step forward, and the deep wrinkles of the eldest grandmother were a little shallow.

Lin Xie didn't change much until he stood in front of the groom with Zhou Qing, and people might wonder why the bride's male head was a young man who was not very brilliant, but he didn't explore more.

This most beautiful road has come to an end, the singing has stopped, just wait for Lin Xie, who is standing in the middle of the new couple, directly opposite the pastor, to step back and sit in the front row, and then you can start the next step of the charter.

But he made a move that no one could understand, he held the bride's small hands in the center of his hands, and then helped her make a kiss and put it in the right mid-air.

Suddenly, the bride's face changed slightly, and her hand muscles moved secretly, although not very obviously, but she must have touched something.

The two seem to be playing silent pantomime, but because they cover each other's faces and figures, only the priest and Wang Zhan can see it.

It turned out that Lin Xie couldn't bear it, so he tried to put Zhou Qing's hand on the lifeguard's hand, but he thought that he would only move it normally, as if he had touched a ball of air.

But a miracle happened, when he was standing in front of the priest, the figure of the lifeguard had almost completely dissipated, only the shallow and whitish eyes hung in mid-air, and the representative pupils that were obsessed were about to disappear, and the expression of regret was about to become the last.

Their hands touched each other with real certainty!

Clear to every line, the furrow between any fingernails, and the slightest wisp of soft temperature.

Zhou Qing originally couldn't believe it, but now she shouted with great certainty in her heart: "Old guy! ”

The real sense of touch is at most a second, but this is already precious, as Lin Xie took a step back, the touch of his father's hand between Zhou Qing's fingers has disappeared completely, and on this occasion, it is a trial, and he grabs it hard, and naturally he can't perceive his existence.

In Lin Xie's eyes, when that second flowed, the lifeguard appeared in front of him perfectly with an obsessive posture, and the look with a little regret disappeared, and was replaced by a relaxed demeanor.

This relaxation made Lin Xie extremely moved, with the pace of retreat, his eyes slowly reddened, although he only had a faint friendship with the lifeguard, but his deep father-daughter love still provoked the softness of his heart.

In that small, insignificant second, the lifeguard uncle successfully reached a tandem with his daughter, perhaps it was his obsession to accompany her through the flower road, and the real touch was his accidental demand after seeing it.

Anyway, it was Lin Xie who helped him do it, and maybe this is also the uniqueness of Lin Xie's obsession in addition to being able to see.

Zhou Qing's knotted heart loosened slightly, and the uncertainty about the wedding and future life was explained at the moment of touch.

Under the eyes of all his relatives and friends, he stood to the right of the priest with the most confident and beautiful smile, standing next to the bridegroom.

The old pastor faintly felt that just now, what had happened to the bride in front of him, but he couldn't be sure in his heart, and the words that he had read countless times trembled a little.

"Brothers and sisters, distinguished guests, we are going to celebrate the wedding of Wang Zhan and Zhou Qing in this holy church today, in the presence of God and in the presence of the congregation...... Please be seated".

The long and solemn words ended, and people sat down.

Lin Xie sat in the first row behind the bride, he sat down, patted his chest, and felt a little dizzy in his head, as if he would pay some price for helping obsession do what he couldn't do.

The lifeguard's dying-time relaxed expression appeared in his mind again, and the distance between his lips and teeth, clearly saying thank you to himself.

His fingernails dug into his palms, and he smiled again at the couple on the stage who were performing the ceremony.

It's just that the smile was different from any smile he'd ever had, as if there was a hint of conspiration with the lifeguard's wrinkled expression blown by the sea breeze.

This may be his last humble attempt.