Chapter 11 Life and Death, Long Sigh

Thinking of my little sister, thinking of my mother, thinking of my dreams, thinking of the blood in the sunset, thinking of the black knife that broke, thinking of the snow-white sword, the young Xia He thought of a lot. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are many people in the world who want to know what people think of when they see the hem of death when they are dying.

I used to think that people could not die but the lights went out, but the clouds dispersed, whether it was the lamp or the clouds, they would not think of anything before they disappeared, but they would resent the person who snuffed out the lamp and blew the wind that scattered the clouds. Before death, there is only resentment, complaining about the injustice of time, resenting the cruelty of the enemy, complaining about everything in this world, and then dying, reincarnating with resentment, so he was born guilty, and he resented the sin at that time.

I used to think that people die but close their eyes, shut their mouths, close all ties with the world, not be sad and happy because of the sorrows and joys of the world, and not resentful because of the injustices of the world, as if they were detached, but they are just the apoptosis of the skin. The existence of the world exists because of me, and when I disappear, this flower world will also turn into the ruins of white bones with me.

I used to think that death is just a new beginning in another way, starting from another journey, wandering on another long road, the end is for the beginning, so death is also for living, only a bowl of soup, a cup of tea, you can forget everything, forget the past, and live ignorant and strong in another identity.

Xia He is not a resentful woman, he was born a genius, he has lived more than 20 years with sunshine and confidence, he has tasted the sweetness of the world, so he will not complain, he forgets to complain, even if he dies under someone else's knife, even if he dies unexpectedly.

Xia He is confident but not arrogant, although he thinks that the brightest star in the night sky belongs to him, but he is not extravagant, all the stars have disappeared because of his existence, he thinks that his death is very important, but it is not important, it is important to people, not important to everyone.

Xia He will not be happy either, there is no joy that he is about to step into another life, and naturally he will not have no attachment to the world he has left.

Xia He is a genius, but there is no genius in the face of death, he will think about some things like everyone before he dies, some things that have nothing to do with the world, only related to himself.

I am dead, what should my sister do, how sad should she be? And my mother, who will save her? He didn't know what to do, he could only think about it, wait, wait for someone, hope to wait before he died.

Xia He was quietly waiting for death, Yin Huai was quietly waiting for Xia He to die, and after waiting for a while, Yin Huai hadn't seen Xia He die, and wanted to go and see why he hadn't died yet?

Xia He couldn't see anything anymore, and there was only a piece of blood red in his sight, but he tried to let himself live a little longer, to see if he could wait until the guy who couldn't be saved, so his whole body was glowing with blue light, this kind of blue is the blue that belongs to the sea, the depth of the blue, but there is a dead breath in the blue.

There was a wind blowing in the courtyard, it wasn't a certain powerful general who came to the courtyard to ask for a bowl of tea, it was just a young man lying in a pool of blood who wanted to wash away the blood stains in the courtyard.

The wind blew a cloud.

The clouds were small and blue, like the blue of a young man, or rather, the blue light of a young man floated up and formed a cloud.

If there are clouds, it will rain, and it will rain a lot in the courtyard.

The rain watered the half-old locust tree, and the locust tree pulled out new shoots. The rain soaked the potholes, and the soil was dark, and a few remnants of snow had faded. The rain soaked the collapsed earth and rocks, and the earth and stones washed away the dust and leaked out of their original appearance.

The rain drenched the young man lying in a pool of blood, and the young man's face turned even paler, but the blood that flowed half of the ground under his body gradually seeped into the soil with the rain.

The young man seemed to see all this, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't think of it.

The young man who had just gone out didn't want to laugh at all, not only because he had been wet again, but also because the people in his yard hadn't died yet, and he wasn't dead, so he was worried that someone would come again, and he didn't want to see anyone, because the next time someone came would definitely kill him, and he didn't want to die yet.

The young man couldn't see anything, but the rain he summoned excitedly told him that someone had come out of the room, and he was infected with the excitement of the rain, and he also became excited, and his cheeks were red and dizzy.

Yin Huai saw the flush on the face of the dying young man, and he knew that this was not excitement, but just a return to the light, which was also called a dying struggle.

Yin Huai saw him like this, and didn't say anything, just walked to the locust tree in the courtyard, picked up two black knives, and came to the side of the rocks, picked up the half-remnant silver needle, and put it in Xia He's hand.

I wish you a happy death.

Xia He obviously wouldn't just go to Huangquan with his "blessing" like this, the last bit of strength brought to him by the rain he had just summoned allowed him to speak.

"You're still here, are you? I'm going to die. ”

"I know ......"

"When a man is dying, his words are good, so let's make a good deal. ”

“......”

"I have a pocket in my arms, and there are many books in it, and those books are for you, and then you take my sister to Dayin Lin'an. ”

Yin Huai didn't know how big the pocket that could hold a lot of books was, but he definitely couldn't fit it in his arms, so he didn't want to accept the deal.

"I know you're a quiet person, but sometimes the synonym for quiet is indifference, and you're also cold, not just to me, to other people, and even to the world. ”

"So, I don't want to talk to you, we don't have a friendship in the first place, if you don't want to take my sister with you, then please get it in your pocket, give a letter to my sister, don't tell her, I'm dead. ”

"Just say, I'm going to travel......"

The sound stopped, abruptly, and there was no life, and the young man was quiet again, and he could only be quiet forever.

Yin Huai looked at the breathless young man on the ground, silent, he suddenly thought of a dream. The world in the dream ended in a white light.

He thought for a moment, if he could, he wanted to help some young man who had lost his life, help some girl who was still asleep.

So, he squatted down, groped the young man's bosom, and really took out a beautiful cloth bag from it, and he glanced at it, and there was nothing in it, no books, not even letters. He was not ashamed, nor was he lost.

Because he had more important things to do, he was going to throw the corpses into the river, so that he could truly "travel".

Yin Huai grabbed one of the young man's feet and walked out of the courtyard, the young man's body was unimaginably light, as if there were only bones, Yin Huai was slightly stunned, but quickly blamed the reason on the cultivator, dragged the young man with one hand, left the small courtyard, and walked towards the river.

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