Gu Zichen sighed helplessly, sat down beside her, and lowered her hand from her ear.

"Su Niannian, you are such a fool."

Su Niannian was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and said indignantly: "Gu Zichen, don't always call me stupid, I doubt myself when you say it, why do you always hit me." ”

After complaining, Su Niannian realized that this was in front of Gu Zichen's mother's grave, and hurriedly bowed to her tombstone: "Auntie, I'm sorry, I shouldn't say your son, I'm guilty, I am guilty, don't blame me, in fact, Gu Zichen is a good person, excellent and smart......"

Gu Zichen looked at her with amusement, rubbed her hair, and when he touched the photo on the tombstone, his eyes became deep.

In fact, his childhood was not very happy, and his mother's art study was not easy to find a job. A single mother with a child is not having a good time at all.

The original Xie Yanshan was gentle, beautiful, and also stubborn and stubborn, which was so beautiful in Gu Zichen's memory.

However, the years of suffering gradually sharpened her youth, her beauty, and she realized that her life had become powerless, and she suffered from severe depression and irritability, and her life became more and more decadent day by day.

What Gu Zichen is most afraid of is that she will get sick, and she will often drop things all over the house, just like the black cat she raised, leaving marks on him with her sharp claws.

After waking up, she would hug Gu Zichen and cry silently.

In a sense, she hated this child, and maybe she could have a better life without him.

But she also loves this child the most, otherwise she wouldn't give up everything for him.

Under this repeated embossing torture, she finally left this world.

The time when she was about to leave had been very painful, Gu Zichen squatted in front of her bed, there were tears in her black and white eyes, but she couldn't hold back the tears.

I have witnessed death, so I am also cold with my heart.

The wind blew gently, and Gu Zichen asked in a low voice: "Su Niannian, if the past is all bad memories, what do you say you should do?" ”

Su Niannian frowned, tried hard to digest this question, and said seriously: "Gu Zichen, I also thought about this problem when I was a child, and then once, an aunt said to me a sentence in the Buddhist scriptures: 'Life in the world is like being in the midst of thorns, the heart does not move, people do not move, and if they do not move, they will not be hurt; If the heart moves, people move recklessly, hurt their bodies and hurt their bones, and then they experience all kinds of pain in the world', the meaning is very complicated, but it is enough to understand one point: no matter how serious the wound is, as long as you don't remember it, it won't hurt. ”

If you forget, it doesn't hurt. That's what she's always done.

She couldn't remember the tragic death of Su's father, she couldn't remember how to play the piano well, and she forgot many, many things.

But at least, she is not sad at all, and she will not feel that life is full of difficulties, and every step hurts.

Gu Zichen listened carefully to what she said, squinting his phoenix eyes, as if he wanted to understand the deep meaning.

After a long time, he suddenly hugged Su Niannian tightly, and his voice was very low: "Then if one day, I do something sorry for you, will you forget?" ”

Su Niannian glanced at him: "Then you have to coax me!" If I don't coax me, I'll always be angry and I won't be able to forget it. ”

(End of chapter)