Where she walked, petals fell down.
Xiang Huan stopped in the rain of flowers and raised his hand to catch a small flower.
She blew lightly with a smile on her face, and the little flower suddenly flew out and fell into the mud.
The ditty she hummed changed, too, with slurred words.
"Sleep baby, sleep quickly, sleep quickly."
"Sleep, sleep, my dear baby..."
Gu Xiaoting went shopping.
Rong Bailu took her mobile phone and came down from upstairs: "Jiajiao, really, I forgot my mobile phone, Nuo, she put it on my desk."
Yan Muhuai took the phone: "I will remind her."
Rong Bailu gave a disgusted "tsk": "Just you? You will remind her, I'm afraid you'll just take her phone to find her, you won't Remind Jiaojiao."
"—You wish that Jiaojiao would be spoiled by you, and would never be able to leave you."
Yan Muhuai lowered his head slightly and did not speak.
...Because, this is indeed her idea.
Gu Xiaoting was not at home, and Rong Bailu didn't like to talk to her very much, so after sending down the phone, he ran upstairs with Yuan Bao.
Yan Muhuai put the phone aside, took out the remote control and prepared to watch TV.
She tuned several channels one after another, but there was nothing she wanted to watch, so she simply found a random channel and stopped.
The lights in the living room were not turned on, and the windows and floor-to-ceiling windows not far away were blocked by heavy curtains, and sunlight could hardly penetrate.
I don't know what the TV screen is talking about. It seems to be a cartoon. The dazzling light and shadow are shot down from the screen, cutting everything into grotesque scenes. It looks dreamy and blurred, illusory to the extreme.
Yan Muhuai sat quietly on the sofa.
She didn't speak or do anything else, she just stared at the screen. It looked like she was watching TV, but when she looked carefully, she found that her gaze was not on the TV at all, but on the TV. empty.
Gradually, she also blended into this grotesque world, becoming an insignificant shadow, no matter whether she appeared or disappeared, no one noticed.
This has been the case since ancient times, a shadow appeared without a sound, and then disappeared without a sound.
Like a drop of water flowing into the ocean, will anyone notice its addition, and its decrease?
In the silent quartz clock, the second hand and the minute hand move round after round, and the sky outside the window seems to gradually darken in this silent silence and walking.
It's as bizarre as a dream.
Or, her life itself is just an illusory dream.
"Ding Dong".
The mobile phone that was placed on the arm of the sofa suddenly rang.
Yan Muhuai did not look down.
The light and shadow that were gradually merging together just now seemed to be frightened, and they fled quickly and drew a clear line, as if they had never existed.
The dead silence also dissipated, and weak voices came from the speaker.
Yan Muhuai sat motionless.
"Ding Dong".
The phone rang again.
Another sound.
Another sound...
Yan Muhuai finally lowered his head and picked up the phone.
Her fingerprints have been recorded on all of Gu Xiaoting's personal belongings. With just one touch, the phone will unlock by itself, and it will automatically jump to the chat interface with the sender.
Yan Muhuai's indifferent eyes fell on the screen.
Immediately, her calm pupils shrank slightly, and the pupils became extremely sharp at this moment.
The sender is Xiang Huan.
[Xiang Huan: Sister Gu, I know what you mean when you go out. You don't want me to talk too much, but I still can't help but think of me as a stupid fool with no winks. ]
[Xiang Huan: You really don't plan to tell your sister-in-law about that? ]
[Xiang Huan: It's useless to escape. Didn't you teach us this sentence? But why do you choose to escape now? Is it because of love? How did love make you so weak, so vulnerable? ]
[Xiang Huan: If you don't tell her now, she will find out sooner or later. Concealment, deception, evasion, and falsehood are all unacceptable. 】
[Xiang Huan: Sister Gu, what are you planning in your heart? 】
Yan Muhuai read each item.
Her eyes froze suddenly,
what do you mean?
who to tell what? Is this person her? Why do you say that she will know sooner or later?
Doubt appeared in Yan Muhuai's heart, and his face became serious.
She tried and imitated Gu Xiaoting's tone and said a word.
[Gu Xiaoting: Which matter, I've been hiding a lot of things from her, what are you talking about. ]
Xiang Huan on the other end didn't notice that something was wrong, and sent the message on his own.
[Xiang Huan: What else could it be? What do you think can happen? Sister Gu, it's not that I worry too much, if, I mean if, if my sister-in-law finds out about this before you confess, what do you think her reaction will be? 】
【Xiang Huan: It's not that I want to investigate the married life between you young couple. It's really important. I don't believe it. ]
[Xiang Huan: Sometimes I really don't understand you. I say you are ruthless, but you also hold grudges. The kind that remembers grievances and enmity together. Say you are affectionate. Sometimes you make me feel, oh, you How can people be so cold-blooded, you don't even look at other people dying in front of you, you really have no fear of death at all. ]
[Xiang Huan: Do you like Yan Muhuai so much? ]
[Xiang Huan: I like it so much that I want to be with her even in the last few years of my life? 】
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Chapter 130
[Xiang Huan: I like her so much that I only want to be with her in the last few years of my life? 】
The tight string in Yan Muhuai's mind seemed to snap suddenly.
Countless things that could explode exploded in her mind one by one, and she stared fixedly at the words oh on the screen, suddenly feeling as if she couldn't read.
What does it mean?
... What is "only a few years of life"?
What does this sentence mean? ah? what does it mean
Yan Muhuai stared blankly at the screen in front of him, for a moment he couldn't figure out whether he was dreaming, or had she strayed into a real environment? It was so real that she couldn't tell whether it was real or not.
Her body was almost over her head, and before she could react, she followed her heart and typed the next sentence and sent it.
[Gu Xiaoting: What does it mean to have only a few years to live? ]
[Xiang Huan: I think you should know more about this than me. ]
[Gu Xiaoting: ... Let me ask you, what does it mean to have only a few years to live? ]
[Xiang Huan: Do you really want me to tell the story? Miss Gu. ]
She ran to ask again, and Xiang Huan on the other end seemed to suddenly understand something.
[Xiang Huan: You are not Gu Xiaoting, who are you? ]
After these words, no new messages popped up in the chat box.
Yan Muhuai made a phone call directly.
No one answered for a long time, and the person on the other end of the phone was hesitating whether he should answer the call or not.
After a while, just when the phone was about to hang up because no one answered, the other end answered the call as if it was a long time coming.
"...Hello? Sister Gu?"
Xiang Huan's voice came through the microphone.
Yan Muhuai clenched the phone tightly: "It's me, Yan Muhuai."
Xiang Huan stopped talking for a while.
Yan Muhuai said in a hoarse voice: "I have a question to ask you, about the message you sent just now, she is not here now, so I hope you can tell the truth about it, if you don't tell me, I will ask her in person , I can’t guarantee what the scene will be like.”
Xiang Huan gritted his teeth and nodded after a long time: “Okay, let me tell you, if Miss Gu blames you, you can say that I took the initiative. I told you."
Yan Muhuai stared straight ahead, the grotesque shadow rendered her pupils colorful, like stones, and like a rainbow.
But within that rainbow, there is a layer of darkness that cannot be shaken off.
Gu Xiaoting came back in the afternoon.
She went to get Yuanbao's dog food, pet biscuits, and small toys. The previous few times, Yan Muhuai went alone, but today she happened to feel bored, so she went alone.
Putting the exquisitely packaged extra-large gift box on the table, Gu Xiaoting casually pulled his long hair together, and while looking for a rubber band, he saw Yan Muhuai who was sitting stiffly on the sofa.
"Is there a rubber band? I can't find it all the time. Either it was taken by Yuan Bao to play with, or it was lost."
Gu Xiaoting let out a sigh of relief: "I remember there is a rubber band at home."
Yan Muhuai said "...I have it in my hand. Come here, and I'll pierce it for you."
Gu Xiaoting did not doubt that he was there, and squatted down in front of her, leaning his back against the sofa, and sat down half leaning: "Rong Bailu is still upstairs. Up? Didn't come down?"
She looked left and right: "Yuan Bao also ran up with her?"
"Yeah."
Yan Muhuai picked up a comb, stretched out his hand to pull back the fine strands of hair from her temples, and combed it with the horn comb. Behind, gather together.
Her movements are gentle and slow.
Gu Xiaoting raised his head slightly and looked at the TV screen: "Sister is...watching cartoons? Why don't I know when you became obsessed with cartoons? It's still such a childish version." Yan Muhuai said softly: "I can't find anything
. It’s beautiful, I tuned it out at random.”
Gu Xiaoting tilted his head slightly, and said noncommittally: “Sister, you can watch it if you want, and no one will stop you.”
Yan Muhuai gave another soft “hmm”, and she suddenly Said: "I still remember when you first met me, you asked for my phone number, and asked me out to watch a movie after you got back." Gu Xiaoting turned his back to her, and ate the dried fruit on the
table : "How long ago, what are you talking about all of a sudden?"
Yan Muhuai said: "When I just tuned in, I saw the movie we watched, there was nothing left and right, so I replayed it again Hearing this ,
Gu Xiaoting gave a soft "hmm" with a rising ending, as if he was a little puzzled: "Don't you like to watch the same movie repeatedly?"
Yan Muhuai said: "This movie is very interesting. It's been a year, do you still remember what it said?"
Without waiting for Gu Xiaoting to answer, she continued on by herself, narrating the general plot of the movie in a few words: "I still remember, after watching Finally, you told me that the evaluation is not satisfactory. You are generally satisfied with the first part. The only thing you are not satisfied with is the final ending. Your idea is that the death of the heroine is the best The ending."
Gu Xiaoting stared at the TV screen.
The children's program ended, and a person dressed in black appeared on the screen, and her figure was also reflected on the screen, which was not very clear and blurry.
The silence lasted for a long time, Gu Xiaoting asked: "Yes, this is my idea, why, sister suddenly told me this, what does it mean?" Yan Muhuai's voice was extremely calm, and when she spoke, her hands kept moving back and forth
. Between Gu Xiaoting's soft hair, he combed her hair unhurriedly.
"There has been a saying on the Internet that things in movies, TV dramas, and literary works are false after all, and should not be substituted into reality."
Gu Xiaoting listened quietly.
One of the two is in front and the other is behind, and no one can see who's expression clearly.
Yan Muhuai said: "I have always disagreed with this sentence. I think that art comes from life, and the inspiration for their creation should also come from life." "—But just now, I suddenly realized that I was wrong
. Yes, I was not only wrong, but also very wrong."
"Reality tells me," she paused: "What happened in the movie really cannot be substituted into life, just like the end of the movie, the heroine Not dead, but in reality, this 'heroine' will eventually die."
The living room suddenly fell into a deadly atmosphere.
The TV was turned off at some point, and the large, pitch-black screen clearly reflected the figure of the person on the sofa.
Gu Xiaoting sat up straight against the sofa, with her hands casually resting on Wan Ru's legs, she lightly pressed her knees: "...Huh?"
Yan Muhuai's combing her hair unconsciously stopped, Her fingertips trembled uncontrollably, she stroked Gu Xiaoting's long hair, closed her eyes forcefully, her chest rose and fell hard to hide its intensity.
She was panting heavily.
She stretched out trembling fingertips, and hugged Gu Xiaoting's neck from behind, her arms kept tightening, and buried her head on it.
"Jiajiao, tell me, is it true that the sentence 'art comes from life', or the sentence 'should not substitute things from literary works into reality'?" "...both sentences are true
. It's true."
Gu Xiaoting said.
There was a tremolo in Yan Muhuai's voice, and he couldn't stop trembling: "So, you will die, right?"
Gu Xiaoting raised his hand and lightly pressed his forehead: "Everyone is going to die. If you die sooner or later, you will die. It's just a matter of time."
Yan Muhuai was emotional, and her chest rose and fell violently. The face was completely attached to Gu Xiaoting's hair, and the warm air from his breathing sprayed all over Gu Xiaoting's neck, which was moist and hot.
Like a teardrop.
Ironed that piece of skin.
Yan Muhuai asked: "There are only three to five years to live. Is this a matter of dying sooner or later?" Her voice was almost choked, mixed with faint weeping sounds.
Gu Xiaoting did not speak.
She acquiesced.
She acquiesced to the fact that she could only live for three to five years.
This also means that what Xiang Huan just said is true, and everything is true.
Xiang Huan knew it, Gu Xiaoting knew it...
maybe even You Fengbai knew it too.
Only she was kept in the dark from beginning to end, acting like a fool.
Yan Muhuai asked in a hoarse voice: "Why didn't you tell me that the virus has side effects on the 7% of the population?"
Gu Xiaoting tilted her head back, feeling the warm breath slipping down her neck , as if it were really a teardrop.
"You said that you have been involved in my life for nearly thirty years. I thought you knew everything about it."
...No.
Yan Muhuai was also absent sometimes.
During the period when she didn't know her mind, the period when she desperately restrained herself from sleeping, and after Gu Xiaoting escaped from the research institute, she was slowly reducing the number of dreams.
The last year of Gu Xiaoting's life was spent by herself.
No one was with her, and no one knew where she was.
Even Yan Muhuai was completely ignorant of the general plot of the "follow-up".
"When you were not around, I saw your mobile phone, and there was a message from Xiang Huan on it. I called and asked everything clearly." Gu Xiaoting said, "Everything?" "...Well
,
everything Things I don't know."
Yan Muhuai still could not forget the shock that the phone call with Xiang Huan brought to her.
Seven percent of the people who are infected by the virus will indeed have superpowers, but they will also develop cancer between the ages of twenty-five and forty, and eventually die of cancer.
Without exception.
Yan Muhuai never knew there was such a thing, she could not hear voices in her dreams, she could only see, and some dreams were still vague, she could not see anything except Gu Xiaoting.
When Xiang Huan died, he was twenty-six years old, still very young, and he belonged to the first batch of people who died.
She died of brain cancer.
As far as she knew, 30-year-old Jiang Xue was suffering from some kind of organ cancer, and 28-year-old Jin Yushuang was suffering from lung cancer.
This kind of cancer is different from ordinary cancer. Ordinary cancer has the possibility of being cured, but people infected with the virus do not. The mutated virus in their body will devour the healthy resistance cells like eating mulberry leaves.
Seven percent is a godsend.
It is also the curse of the devil.
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