At noon, the warm sunlight poured down through the windows, turning the room into a golden spot.

Lingxi looked at these golden spots of light in a daze, but Chang Yuechen came in, holding Lingxi's favorite sweets in his hand.

"What, are you sulking?" Chang Yuechen swirled two light pear vortices on her cheeks, which hid an infinite smile, she put the sweets on the table, and then fixed her gaze on the scroll in Lingxi's hand, and said slowly: "Otherwise, could it be that something bad happened in that painting?"

Lingxi was slightly stunned and said, "Why do you ask that?"

"I observed. Chang Yuechen glanced at her and said lightly: "Actually, no matter what, I think you can live well now, and the previous things are over." ”

After the words landed, it was a moment of tranquility, and the spring light on the shop drove the green smoke in the incense burner, which was covered with Lingxi's deep affection, but Lingxi said in a tone mixed with a faint sourness: "I didn't persuade myself like this, but those memories poured out again and again, I was like I was experiencing those things yesterday, and how could I say that the past would pass." And I did something that I could never forgive myself. ”

Sometimes there are some things that you can say to yourself, but how many can you really accept?

Hearing this, Chang Yuechen looked away from the scroll and said earnestly: "Lingxi, when you want to say it, you just say it." ”

Lingxi nodded, and Chang Yuechen retreated from the room.

"Sister. Suddenly, such a voice sounded in Lingxi's ears. She quickly turned her head to look, her eyes slightly closed under the stimulation of the sun, but she saw the presence of the young man, and stood in the sunlight, and the small light wandered in his bright eyes, flickering and flickering.

After a while, Lingxi froze in place, and the young man suddenly grinned, like the gentlest spring breeze crossing his heart, his whole face was a moving soft light, and he said: "I'm back, I'm back......"

Lingxi took a few steps back in horror, then said with wide eyes, "This can't be. ”

The young man slowly walked towards Lingxi, step by step, like Lingxi's faster and faster heartbeat. Then he raised his right hand, stretched out his index finger and gently touched his lips, and then suddenly a hopeful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his lips moved, as if he had recited a silent appeal, and then gently swiped his hand to the side—

Suddenly, the world sounded a constant humming string sound, and then quickly, the surrounding objects shook slightly, and the air seemed to suddenly turn into liquid, and everything around it became slightly distorted in this string sound, like air heated by flames, swaying slightly.

......

The next day, the sun was gone, and the weather was very gloomy, but some things could not be delayed.

"Brother Wei has wronged you, you can only be buried in such a place, but at least ...... There is no time to distract, and it is very quiet. Lingxi said slowly.

It had been more than half a month since Wei Ning's death before Lingxi came out of the painting, and of course she seemed to have experienced more time in the painting.

At this moment, the white sky, the white birds, the white wilderness, and the white clothes swayed in the wind.

As the coffin walked forward, it seemed that the white color was like a deep sigh, quiet enough to accommodate any glitz and sadness.

It is the color of the world, full of love and hate, sorrow and joy, broken death and meaningless life, it is also the color of nothingness, the color of death, so ethereal that people have nowhere to be found, no way out.

Brother Wei, who shouted in Lingxi's mouth, was lying calmly in the coffin, with a handsome face, as when he was born. The shroud covered the wounds on his body, and the wide garment seemed to cover a great bosom that covered the sins planted in others. He ushered in a spotless white with the fiercest and most desperate fiery red, and his life finally fell silent, and there was nothing to ask for.

Bai Junqian and Nanfeng were all by Lingxi's side, as well as Sixth Uncle and Yin, and they were all like this, and they didn't say a word quietly, as if they were infected by this sad and desolate atmosphere.

"Lingxi. Bai Junqian looked at Lingxi, who had been distracted, and became a little worried.

But after Lingxi reacted, he just shook his head, and then motioned to Nanfeng to cover the coffin.

Lingxi lowered her head and looked at the coffin inch by inch, the person's body was rested in the cold coffin, life and death were parted at this moment, Lingxi's tearful face was covered by a point, she would never see this person again, never see this person again.

It was the person who had been by her side to grow up with her, like a relative, a smile that could be seen every day when she raised her eyes, and he suddenly appeared like this but left unexpectedly, without the slightest preparation, without the slightest room for maneuver, without the slightest chance of turnover.

Everything is a foregone conclusion, and it is irreparable by all means, as if it has taken away all the laughter that Lingxi has had about him.

The coffin was dragged by the horses into the depths of the wilderness, and the spirits followed behind in mourning clothes, and the horses moved very slowly, as if they were sucked by an invisible gravitational force, and this resistance did not know whether it came from the nostalgia of the dead for the earthly world, or the reluctance of the living for the dead, or whether the dead had no eternal peace, while the dead had to leave their bodies and souls in the dirty world to continue to suffer the whipping of fate.

The dead are the end of their lives, but the pain will remain in the hearts of the living forever.

Lingxi lowered her head, tears falling uncontrollably, her grief crashing against the coffin, bouncing up, and flying back to the times they had spent together: when she was the master, and he was the mother's guard. She is naughty by nature, but this guard is a conformist person, and treats her very harshly when she does something wrong, but then he will be careful to persuade her, really like a brother.

It's a pity that they have just reunited now, and they are separated by yin and yang, and everything is caught off guard.

The funeral procession moved slowly, there was no band, no mourners, everything seemed very quiet, only the paper money that was distributed swayed in the wind like goose feathers and snow, driving an almost imperceptible choking sound.

"You will be happy in the next life. Lingxi thought to herself.

White paper money flew all over the sky, like countless torn clouds. The water splashed white, the loess was silent, and the sadness was like a low whimper slowly scattered in the air, like a ball of thread that had been pulled out, this thread seemed to be longer than time, endlessly extending forward, with no end, no end, it could remain for a long, long time in the distance.

When we arrived at a suitable place to be buried, everything was really over, covered with loess, and the coffin disappeared in front of me, and finally it seemed to exist as if it did not exist.