Quick-wearing Red Dust Fairy

Chapter 29 Stay

Wen Xiang walked over and sat on the floor between the two hospital beds, with his hands resting on the clasped hands of the two.

Tears fell drop by drop, falling on the ground and falling on the hands.

quiet, silent...

"He cultivated his heart for half his life, raised his sex for half his life, and gave it all to my mother and me..."

At this time, Luo Mingyou looked at the two old people carefully, using his eyes to outline their lines inch by inch, the wrinkles on their faces, the curvature of their mouths...

Then, she left the ward.

"Crack!"

This is my grandfather's house.

Furniture, decor... nothing has changed.

She is sitting on the couch, which is her most frequent position.On the chaise longue opposite, there were two figures sitting, they were cuddling together, and nothing could separate them.

She came to the balcony, where an unfinished chess game waited quietly.

She was sitting on one side of the chess table, and on the other side, an old man raised a chess piece with a smile.

"Snapped!"

"General!"

There was a crisp sound in my ear, crisp!Loud!
Accompanied by the hoarse laughter of the old man.

She put away the chess pieces, put them in a cloth bag, and went out the door.

When she came to a stone table, the lines of the chessboard on it had long been blurred, and she arranged the chess pieces.

Play chess, soon, the game will be over.

"Snapped!"

"General!"

The chess piece falls, crisp!Loud!

Accompanied by the clear voice of young people.

She stood up, leaving the mess behind, and continued walking forward.

Behind her, the two old men who came to play chess saw the endgame and fell silent...

She came to the man-made lake and stood in a position. There was an old man in front of her.

He is practicing boxing, Tai Chi.

She followed suit.

"Xiaoyou, practice boxing! You must be strong! Even if it is Tai Chi, you must be soft and strong, and soft and strong. You must have strength when you punch, and you must be soft when you block punches!"

The figure in front of him was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes hard and sometimes soft.

When the fist was retracted, a drop of sweat fell, and the pond splashed with ripples, and the figure also disappeared in the ripples.

She also closed her fist and left.

When she came to the path where she was kidnapped, it was June, the green shade blocked the sun, and the wind blew through, bringing a burst of coolness.

Beside him, two figures walked by hand in hand.

She followed silently.

At the end of the path, a swing was swaying with the wind, one person sat on the swing slowly, and the other let go of the crutch...

The wind blew, and the leaves were rustling, with two old laughter faintly in the middle.

The wind stops, leaves fall, people disperse...

She turned and left, and came under several ginkgo trees, the emerald green leaves, in her eyes, were brilliant golden.

On the bench under the tree, two figures were sitting, one was holding a thick book in his hand, and the other was restless.

He stood up, picked up two dead branches, a pile of ginkgo leaves, and his thin fingers fluttered.

A golden ginkgo leaf crown gradually took shape, and he gently placed the leaf crown on the reader's head.

The figure looked up, with white hair intertwined with gold, and a shy smile, as if in his [-]s.

She also picked up two branches and bent them into a ring, and one after another green ginkgo leaves were woven into the ring.

She put Ye Guan on the bench, and left...

She walked to the vegetable market near the community, and there were people coming and going, noisy and chaotic.

Not far in front of her, two figures walked slowly.

"Xiao Xiang'er is coming back this afternoon, let's buy a fish."

"it is good!"

"Mingxuan likes to eat pork ribs, and Mingpu likes to eat braised pork. Let's buy some of both."

"it is good!"

"Xiaoyou...why do you only like to eat vegetables. Just lettuce and cabbage."

"it is good!"

"There are chestnut cakes ahead, Wencheng likes to eat them, let's buy some too."

"……not good!"

A figure patted another person's hand, and in the end, he bought a chestnut cake.

……

She followed them and bought everything they bought.

Then, the figure shattered and turned into light and shadow, hiding among the crowd.

She carried the things in her hands, left, and went home.

She went into the kitchen, and there, alone, was busy.

She put down the dishes, followed the figure, processed the ingredients bit by bit, and cooked the food bit by bit.

Finally, plate after plate of food was served on the dining table.

Plate after plate was poured out, she cleaned up the kitchen, it was sunset time.

The sky, the orange-red sun and clouds, dyed the soul-stirring beauty.

She came to the balcony again, where there was a birdcage with a starling in it, quietly holding on to the grab pole.

It was only raised in the past few years, and it is spiritual and smart.

She carried the starling out, and there was another person in front of her, carrying a bird, walking slowly.

Every time it meets a person, the bird will cry.

"Hello there!"

"Beauty?"

"let's make friends?"

……

She looked at the starling in her hand, said nothing, and followed the man in front of her slowly.

He came to a pavilion in the middle of the lake, where several old people had been waiting for a long time.

"Old Wen, you're too late today!"

"Hahaha... I taught it a few more words. Let me listen to you." He lifted the cage in his hand.

"A bunch of stupid birds..."

"..."

The figure of the old man was shattered, and those people were still there today.

She lifted the cage in her hand.

"A bunch of stupid birds..."

……

She apologizes, and then, leaves.

She took the starling home, put it back on the balcony, and when she turned her head, she saw a gentle figure.

She was holding a kettle, and carefully watered the flowerpots along the balcony, one after another, as if they were not flowers and plants, but children "sitting in rows and eating fruit".

She went to pick up a pot of water, and watered it carefully like her.

When she went back indoors, there was a photo album on the coffee table, which was their travel photo album.

She sat down and flipped through the album.

There are only two people inside, and there are mountains, water, buildings, deserts, and caves...

But only two people.

The album is over.A man appeared at the door of the master bedroom, and he said, "Xiaoyou, it's time to go to bed."

"it is good!"

……

She stayed here for seven days, and on the seventh day, she went home, took out her drawing board, and came back again.

She set up a drawing board in the living room, and she only brought a pen and pencil.

The scene in the ward seven days ago slowly emerged in her mind.

Her pen begins to outline, face, body, bed.

Wrinkles, wrinkles, strands of hair...

The difference is that the two people on the bed opened their eyes and looked at each other with their heads slightly tilted.

They only have eyes for each other.

She painted each other in their eyes, that's how they looked when they got married.

The woman is wearing a red dress, her hijab is lifted, the corners of her mouth are slightly raised, and she smiles shyly.

The man wore the same groom's outfit, his brain was corroded by alcohol, and he could only show a silly smile when he looked at his new wife.

That was the most beautiful moment.

……

On the eighth day, she took off the drawing paper and walked out of the house.

Outside, Wen Xiang and others were always there.

She unfolded the drawing paper and said, "Dad, Mom, I left them here..."

For seven days and seven nights, no water was touched, no rice was eaten.

　The first world is finally coming to an end, and it is almost the same as originally imagined, about 30 chapters.

　　Due to the lack of detailed outlines written in advance, this world does not have a relatively specific main line, but is instead strung together by small events.

　　But there will be!
　　In the next world, do you want the palace or the end of the world?
　　Leave a message.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)