Because the sound was similar, and Van Gogh's voice was a little low, Bai Chu didn't hear clearly whether it was "she can't use these quilts" or "she can't use them in this life".

She should have understood his words as the former, so Bai Chu didn't know why, "Why can't you use it?"

Van Gogh seemed to be a little tired, rubbed his eyebrows, and his voice was a little muffled, "I just don't need it, there are not so many reasons." ”

Bai Chu naturally saw that his face was not good, and since Qingyao entered the back room, there was no smile on his face, and the whole person was very haggard. Bai Chu walked around the quilt on the ground and stepped forward: "Did you pull the wound?"

Van Gogh didn't answer, his fingers tracing back and forth along the pattern on the pillow, looking a little distracted.

Bai Chu looked at him for a while, then sat down on the edge of the bed.

The candlelight in the room was dim, faint and yellow, and the faint yellow light reflected on his face, and the slightly drooping eyelashes cast a gloomy shadow on the side of the bridge of his nose, making his face very quiet.

Bai Chu took off his clothes again and gave him a layer of medicine. After some movements, he was at her mercy, and his always deep ink eyes were still deep, but somehow, there seemed to be a lack of brilliance in them.

Bai Chu looked at him, hesitated for a while, and spoke: "Van Gogh, you have something on your mind." ”

Van Gogh did not answer.

There were only two of them in the room, and it was very quiet, and neither of them spoke to hear the sound of the wind and snow rolling outside. Bai Chu was very unaccustomed to Van Gogh's sudden silence.

She stared at him for a moment, feeling that the silence was very wrong.

Because she has not been accompanied by her parents since she was a child, she naturally does not talk about her parents with others, thinking of Qingyao who she saw inexplicably today, Bai Chu suddenly remembered that since she met Van Gogh, she had never heard Van Gogh talk about his mother.

He clearly has a mother, and he knows his mother's whereabouts clearly. But she had never heard him talk about him.

The wind outside seemed to be lighter, but the snow was heavier, and it was falling in a torrent, and I knew that there would be a thick layer of snow on the ground tomorrow.

Bai Chu looked at Van Gogh for a while, lay down beside him, and turned sideways to face him, "Van ......"

As soon as he said a word, he saw him also turn over to face her sideways, and naturally stretched out his arms to take her into his arms.

"Van Gogh, you have a wound on your body. She was afraid that she would pull on his wound, so he held it and did not dare to move.

"I know. His voice was slightly hoarse.

Her head was pressed against his chest, and she couldn't see the look on his face, "Van Gogh?"

"Bai Chu, do you know reincarnation?"

Bai Chu was a little baffled by his sudden question, and before he had time to doubt, he heard him continue as if he was talking to himself.

"All beings are inspired by the confusion of karma in the Three Realms, life and death are continuous, there is no end, death and life, birth and death, life and death, life and death......" His voice was very good, and it was particularly clear in this silent night.

She naturally understood these things, Bai Chu didn't understand how he could suddenly say these things to her.

He seemed to be in a bad mood, so she also let him say, "Isn't his mother reincarnating...... Suddenly, she froze.

Just now, she suddenly felt that the only mortal in this courtyard had no breath.

For no reason, without warning, my heart palpitated.

She jerked her head up at Van Gogh, and the man was staring down with no expression on his face.

Without thinking, she got out of his arms, got out of bed, went out, and pushed open the door to the bedroom opposite.

Clean and tidy bedroom, the furnishings in it are very simple, a bed, a table, a chair.

On the bed, the peasant woman lay on top with her eyes closed, as if she was asleep. However, there was no heaving in his chest, no breath between his mouth and nose, and even his heartbeat.

Dead.

The people who were okay just now are only left with mortal shells, and their souls are gone.

Under the noses of her and Van Gogh, died.

She saw a half-drunk bowl of water on the table next to her, and a small open paper bag with unused powder in it.

Bai Chu didn't know how to describe the turmoil in her heart at the moment, she dipped her finger in her mouth and tasted it, it was arsenic.

Van Gogh's mother sought her own death.

No wonder she said that she would not cook for them tomorrow and let them live next door, it turned out that she had already thought about seeking death.

Bai Chu returned to the room, and Van Gogh was still lying on the bed, his eyes were blank and his eyes were gloomy.

"Van Gogh, your mother ......" When the words came to his mouth, Bai Chu didn't know how to continue.

Bai Chu knew that even if Van Gogh was injured, it was impossible for him not to sense that there was a person dead in the house. He didn't follow her out to find out, and his reaction was ...... I should have expected it a long time ago.

Seeing her come back, Van Gu raised his eyes, "How did you die this time? hanging, cutting the veins, or piercing the heart with a knife?"

The words were faint, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be a smile. The smile overflowed on his lips, like a cold wind blowing in the cold winter, and in an instant, water droplets fell to the ground, blooming an ice flower. It's not funny at all.

She couldn't help but call him: "Van Gogh ......"

His eyes drooped and his face darkened, "I thought it would be different this time, but it turned out to be the same." ”

"This time?" Are there many times before?

She had never seen Van Gogh have such a look, her eyes were drooping, there was no look on her face, she seemed to be indifferent, she didn't care about everything around her, but she heard the curiosity in her words, "Bai Chu, do you want to know?"

She was overwhelmed in a hurry, "I'm ...... Do you know?"

"Nothing bad to say to you. He smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and patted the vacant seat beside him, "Although this bed is not very comfortable to sleep on, it is better to lie down than to stand, you come here, I will tell you." ”

Bai Chu went to bed as he said.

"From ancient times to the present, if the gods live for a certain number of years, they will disappear. Once you move the heart of the hidden world, you can't pull it back. He said lightly, and covered her with the quilt that he hadn't thrown out of bed.

Hidden world, Bai Chu is no stranger to this word.

She hadn't seen her parents since she was born, and from the time she first learned to walk until she could jump and run, she thought she was born to her brother. When you grow up, you know you have parents. She asked her brother where her parents were, and she said that his parents had disappeared.

God is hidden, hidden in the world, once this "hidden" heart is saved, even if Qingqiu is destroyed, her parents will not be born to mix with the world.

"After my mother gave birth to me, she moved her mind to seclusion, and God couldn't stop me. So, I lost my mother the day I was born. ”

"Me too. Bai Chu has never been a good listener, and he interjected at this time. Fen Ming couldn't help but speak, but his voice was faint and gentle, for fear of making him angry at this moment. Van Gogh looked at her, and the soft voice just now made him itch in his heart for no reason.