The woman sitting cross-legged in the room said that even when she talked about the past, her expression would not change in the slightest.

It's as if it wasn't a story that happened to me, and I was just a bystander who recorded someone's life, and I didn't participate in it from beginning to end.

"He wants me to love him."

She couldn't understand what love was, so she couldn't love him as much as he wanted.

She asked Du Ziheng at the time, what love is, just like now asking this boy she doesn't know.

"What is love?" She asked.

Feng Wuli found that he couldn't answer.

"You don't know what love is."

This person doesn't know what love is, Du Ziheng doesn't know what love is, she doesn't know what love is, she watched Du Ziheng cry in front of her, she wanted to pull him up, but it just passed through his body.

Du Ziheng couldn't see her anymore, and he couldn't touch her.

From that day on, Du Ziheng could no longer see the monster and could not hear the monster's voice.

When he looked up again, there was only one stone statue left in the room.

"Ah Heng said that he had made a dress for me with his own hands and wanted to bring it to me, saying that I would definitely look good in it, so he went out."

"He rarely came back after that, and I forgot how long it had been since I saw him." When she said this, she was still just telling a fact, and she had no feelings.

The woman got up and took off her clothes as she walked, and Feng Wuli hurriedly avoided her gaze.

The red robe in her hand was taken, and the woman changed her clothes here, she was as pure as a blank piece of paper, and there was no embarrassment of human self-deception.

When she put on that dress, it was indeed beautiful, and the red sun of the setting sun was at the end of the city, and the golden light that slanted and sprinkled painted her face.

The setting sun passed through her body and fell on the stone statue behind her.

"This dress is also a part of you, and he was no longer visible at the time."

Mr. Du waited outside the door for an hour, and the ruler next to him kept staring at him, he was not very natural, and when he saw that the sun was about to set, he ordered a takeout for the little girl.

Now he was crouching beside the stone beast, staring at him as he ate.

There was movement in the house, and Mr. Du hurriedly looked, but saw the young man coming out with a stone statue.

The stone statue was wrapped in a red cloth.

He was just about to say something, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a woman in red appearing next to the young man.

Feng unreasonably thought that he was Du Ziheng in the story.

But he heard Duoxi ask, "What about Ah Heng? What about Du Ziheng?"

Mr. Du just said, "The second uncle passed away last month."

Mr. Du has been a very inspired person since he was a child, just as he could just see the right emperor who flashed by, when the sun set and dusk alternated yin and yang, he also saw the joy that ordinary people could not see.

She didn't know what to think when she heard that the little guy who had grown up under her eyes was no longer alive.

She asked Du Ziheng what he was doing before he died.

Mr. Du said that the second uncle has lived in this courtyard for the past few years, and the family property has been handed over to several nephews to take care of.

But Du Ziheng rarely went into the backyard again, because he couldn't see much joy anymore.

When he went out to the front yard that day, the wind happened to blow, and the red robe was blown away by the wind.

Just as he and Duo Xixin had never come closer, he couldn't even drape the stone statue with a red cloth in the end.

….

Du Ziheng looked for the dress here.

Every day I went out, wandering back on this street, even if the dress was hanging on the branches, I passed him day by day, year after year.

When asked what he was looking for, he shook his head and said nothing, and the black hair found the white head.

One person is in the front yard, one is in the backyard, listening to cicadas in summer and watching snow in winter.

He thought that if he found that dress, he would be able to see Duoxi again, but he lingered here for many years, staggering with that dress countless times.

Until the end, he never saw the woman again, as if he had been the one for the past few decades

People's fantasies, as if there has never been a woman, the last time Du Ziheng entered the backyard, he still saw a stone statue of compassion and mercy.

He fell ill.

After the death of his second uncle, Mr. Du thought of what Du Ziheng was looking for before he passed away, so he printed a flyer and asked people to deliver it nearby.

She is a stone, a monster, and cannot understand human emotions.

After listening to the second half of that person's life, she just moved her lips very calmly: "That's it."

"By the way, the second uncle still has a letter, and the second uncle left a letter......

Mr. Du ran into the house, and he remembered that the letter was inside, and when he came out again, he had an extra envelope in his hand.

It was in the woman's hands.

Duoxi opened it and took out the letters inside.

"My wife, how happy I am—"

She looked at the letter quietly, and she knew most of what it was about, it was that person's life.

It turns out that people's lives are so short, and they can be completely explained on such a small piece of paper.

But his life is inseparable from her name.

Duoxi looks at it line by line, and he still teaches him to read and write.

She watched very slowly, and no one urged her.

Then I read it very calmly, put it away very calmly, and turned my head to look at the house very calmly.

Feng asked her unreasonably, "Do you have any plans next?"

Mr. Du was also listening, this may be his own ...... The existence of the second aunt, what are you going to do next.

[In view of the general environment,

"Where is he buried?" She asked.

"In my hometown, in the mountains behind my hometown." Mr. Du replied.

He said that couples should always be together.

Taki decides to go back to be with him, even though it has nothing to do with love.

These are not unreasonable things to be taken care of, if you really want to say that it is also a family matter, but Mr. Du still asked him for help.

The main family paid for the law, and he sent the Buddha to the west, and he followed all the way.

Fortunately, Du Ziheng is a native of Junsha, his hometown is not far away, and the sun just set after an hour's drive, but fortunately, the wind followed unreasonably, because Mr. Du couldn't see much joy anymore.

Feng Wuli held the stone statue all the way up the mountain, Mr. Du led the way in front, and the ruler also followed.

"That's it ahead."

Feng Wuli has good eyesight, and when he saw the small grave bag, he looked at the tombstone and didn't say anything.

Feng Wuli placed the stone statue next to the tombstone, and his gaze changed up and down, left and right, frowning from time to time, causing Mr. Du to be puzzled.

"There are quite a few youkai here."

Mr. Du: "......"

Taki watched as his stone statue leaned against the lonely grave and slowly approached.

She really didn't understand what love was, and she didn't know why Du Ziheng wanted her to love him.

After that day, she began to think, but she was just a stone, and after thinking about it for decades, she still couldn't understand what Du Ziheng meant by letting her love him.

She knew that she was not a smart monster, she was always stupid, Ah Heng was already smarter than herself in just a few years, but when she asked Ah Heng what his love was, Ah Heng couldn't answer.

But the letter says he loves himself.

Even Ah Heng took so long to understand what love is, so she estimated that she would have to think about it for even longer to think about whitening.

Taki thought boredly, leaning on the tombstone.

She felt that when she figured out what love was, she could grant his wish.

"Ah Heng, look, the bellflower is blooming again."

The three of them went down the mountain, and Mr. Du looked back to see that under the bellflower flowers on the mountain, the stone statue under the moon was quietly nestled next to the tombstone.

The mountains are full of pine nuts

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