she fell from the galaxy

The sky was gray, and the entire Jincheng was shrouded in a haze, which was extremely depressing.

The unconscious Mo Sihan seemed to have had a very long dream.

In the dream, Mo Sihan became a father for the first time, and he never forgot the nervousness, excitement, and bewilderment he felt when he saw the child for the first time.

Such a delicate and cute little life, even though the sparrow is small, has all five internal organs, he couldn't help feeling that life is a magical thing!

Afterwards, the bits and pieces of the relationship between father and daughter converged into a warm family movie, playing back and forth in Mo Sihan's mind like a movie.

The first time Xiaoqingtuan stood up and walked, the first time she called her father, the first time she sent her to kindergarten...

For four years, Mo Sihan's mind was filled with images of children crying, laughing, sleeping, and coquettish...

Where's the time?

These small and good times are like the warm sunshine falling through the cracks in the countless days and nights in the past.

If possible, let these memories stay forever, that would be great!
The reality is so cruel, only in the dream he and his "Little Crying Bag" can be together happily.

At this moment, Mo Sihan didn't want to wake up.

As soon as the dream changed, white terror rushed towards Mo Sihan like a tide.

Mo Sihan stood in the cold corridor of the hospital, surrounded by the closed door of the operating room, the operating lights that were always on, the cold benches, and the cries of children coming from all directions...

"Daddy! Daddy!"

The child's cry was so sad and helpless that he could even imagine the cry of Xiao Qingtuan.

"Baby, where are you?"

Mo Sihan's eyes were filled with fear, and he searched everywhere, but no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find the child.

Suddenly, the door of the operation room opened, and a terrified scene appeared.

Baiheiwuchang from hell walked out of it holding his little crying bag like a prisoner.

"Let go of my child!"

Mo Sihan's scarlet eyes were extremely angry, and he ran up to snatch the child from them like crazy.

At this time, he is not afraid of any ghosts, monsters or demons from hell.

He was just a poor father who risked his life to get his child back from death.

"boom!"

A thunderbolt landed on Mo Sihan's body, and his whole body fell to the ground in an instant as if electrified, and twitched continuously. It was a feeling of being on the verge.

Mo Sihan's heart seemed to be torn into countless pieces, and the panic and despair in his eyes reached the extreme: "Don't go! Don't take my child away!"

He held back the severe pain and stretched out his hand, but the hand that stopped in mid-air could not grasp anything, he could only watch helplessly as the child was taken away by the god of death.

The feeling of powerlessness was exactly the same as when he watched his mother fall from a height and her brains burst.

"Don't! Don't!" The man's heart-piercing pain sounded...

Being a son, being a father, being a husband, being a president, being a young master, being a boss, among so many roles, his favorite is being a father, but why did God cruelly take away his child?

Obviously the child is still so young, her life has just started.

It was pouring rain again in the dark night, probably even God was crying for the death of this lovely little life.

Of all human emotions, life and death are undoubtedly the most painful.

*
Three days later, Mo Sihan who was lying on the hospital bed woke up suddenly.

Surrounded by white everywhere, white ceiling, white quilt, white sheets.

Mo Sihan's throat felt like it was burning, and he couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or reality.

The strong smell of disinfectant floating in the air reminded him that he was in the hospital at the moment.

Mo Sihan stood up abruptly and sat up, feeling an indescribable pain in his body and mind, which made his toes curl up.

He hated hospitals more than he had ever done, and he didn't want to see anyone in a white coat.

Yan Qing asked worriedly, "Mr. Mo, are you awake? Are you feeling better?"

Mo Sihan's pupils shrank, and he reached out to pull out the needle on the back of his hand.

"Don't move around, President Mo, you are still hanging on the water." Yan Qing hurried over to stop him.

"Get out of the way!" Mo Sihan yelled angrily, with the indifference of being thousands of miles away.

In the next second, Mo Sihan firmly grabbed Yan Qing's wrist and said word by word, "Where is the child?"

Yan Qing lowered her head, her eyes turned red, her throat choked up: "The morgue."

A piercing pain swept through his body densely, and tears instantly blurred Mo Sihan's vision.

"Bastard!" Mo Sihan's eyes were scarlet, he clenched his fist and slammed it against the wall, the back of his hand was bleeding everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of uncontrollable crying, "It's so cold there... how can... let the child..."

Yan Qing's nose was sore, and her throat could only utter the word 'Mr. Mo' before she could no longer utter a sound.

Mo Sihan put on his shoes in a panic, rushing out like a headless fly.
Yan Qing hurriedly followed behind: "President Mo, I'll take you there."

In the dark and cold corridor of the underground garage, a car of the funeral parlor was parked in the distance.

Passing through a heavy door, the cold air that hits the face is chilling.

In the corpse freezer in the morgue, the child's body was properly put into a large bag like a sleeping bag, and the child's name - Mo Tong - was written on the body identification card.

The moment Mo Sihan saw the child's name, Mo Sihan's scalp went numb for a while, and a bloody smell filled his throat again, and his body almost collapsed.

Yan Qing quickly supported him in time.

Dou Da's tears kept rolling down, and Mo Sihan's cries became louder and louder, as if he had lost the whole world.

At this moment, all the cells in his body were filled with pain, and the pain made him twitch all over, and he couldn't bear the pain.

He has never felt so desperate like now, he is crying, heartbroken, heartbroken... It seems that all the words used to describe grief have converged on him.

Like his master, Yan Qing never showed a smile on his face, but seeing such a scene, it was hard not to be moved.

His heart was filled with discomfort, and he persuaded with a choked voice, "President Mo, the child is gone, please be sorry!"

The child is gone, his little crying bag, gone.

Mo Sihan seemed to be unable to hear anything, his world was completely in chaos.

……

Zhu Wuyou has been staying here for more than a month in an unremarkable private house in the northernmost part of the village in an economically isolated mountainous countryside.

After coming out of the hospital that day, she kept driving without direction or purpose.

She is like a walking dead, eating when she is hungry, sleeping when she is tired, and driving non-stop.

Until she didn't even bother to drive the car, so she just threw the car away, got on a bus, and wandered around aimlessly.

The reason why Zhu Wuyou chose to stop was because a little girl who was about the size of Xiaoqingtuan got off the bus in the same bus.

She followed the little girl to the door of her house. The little girl's grandmother felt strange and asked her, "Why are you following us?"

Zhu Wuyou stared at the child and said with a choked voice, "She looks like...my dead daughter."

After speaking, Zhu Wuyou burst into tears, knelt down and cried loudly.

The little girl's grandmother is a good person and a sensible person, so she took her into the house and kindly took her in.

For the first few days, Zhu Wuyou lay in bed and barely ate or drank.

After a few days of delay, Zhu Wuyou simply proposed to rent grandma's house for a few months, and grandma agreed.

The grandmother died of her wife, and the little girl is a left-behind child, and the two have always depended on each other.

This economically backward mountain village has mountains and water, streams and fields, fresh air and pleasant scenery.

Such a place nourishes and heals.

Zhu Wuyou doesn't do anything, just sits at the door of the house looking at the mountains and basking in the sun like the old people here.

She was running from pain, from reality, from everything.

When people are in extreme pain, they will hide in their hard shells like hermit crabs and never come out.

This is human instinct under self-defense.

The car accidents and disappointments in the novel sound easy, but in reality, they are not.

On the night I came out of the hospital, it was pouring rain outside.

Zhu Wuyou was in a state of extreme physical and mental exhaustion, and he drove the car for a long time overnight without any accidents, let alone amnesia.

Sometimes she thought it would be better if she really lost her memory.

Then her entire spiritual world can be reshaped, she is no longer Zhu Wuyou, and she doesn't remember all the people and things that made her suffer.

She even thinks that life like a rural woman is good, leisurely and comfortable, without any worries.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, from the glitz, from anxiety and restlessness.

Here, all day long, the most important thing is to eat and drink, and then it is a new day when you open and close your eyes.

*
"Pretty auntie!" The little girl held a candy and placed it in Zhu Wuyou's palm.

Zhu Wuyou peeled off the candy wrapper, held his hand and smiled at her tenderly: "Come on, open your mouth."

In fact, this little girl doesn't look like Xiao Qingtuan, but her eyebrows and eyes are a little bit similar.

But that day, Zhu Wuyou followed the little girl and the others to this place just like a ghost.

Now, she is glad that she came.

The little girl smiled sweetly: "Pretty auntie, grandma said this is Buddha fruit for chanting scriptures, you eat it."

Zhu Wuyou burst into tears all of a sudden, she cried and laughed with a very strange expression.

"Pretty aunt, why are you crying?"

"Nothing, I'm going out for a walk."

Zhu Wuyou turned his head and walked away until he reached the stream.

On the first day of the child's operation, Zhu Wuyou knelt down in front of the Bodhisattva to pray and make a wish.

Could it be that the Bodhisattva who saves the suffering cannot be saved?

Zhu Wuyou misses her child again, tears streaming down her face when she thinks of her, her heart and lungs are torn apart.

There is the sound of the stream flowing in the ear, and the sound of nature seems to have healing power.

The sound of the wind blowing bamboo, the sound of the waves, the sound of the stream, the chirping of summer insects, etc., can make people calm down.

She looked up at the sky, not letting her tears flow down wantonly: Where do people go after death?Can the human soul really float in the universe?Do people only live for one life, or are they constantly reincarnated as human beings?

If it's the latter, then she doesn't want to be born as a human.

How nice it would be to be just a rock, or grass, or a tree in the next life.