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The cold atmosphere in the room froze for several minutes before Yu Ge's voice sounded again. The voice was very soft and slightly hoarse, and it sounded suddenly, almost like a difficult sigh.

"Sister, I've been thinking these days, maybe fate brought me back to this world just to... come back and say goodbye to you."

Tan Linfei suddenly raised his head.

She watched Yu Ge struggling to prop up his upper body from Lan He's lap, his eyes lowered piously and docilely, and then fell on her like alms.

She always knew that her young wife had very deceiving eyes.

The eyelashes around those eyes are dense and stiff. When the expression is natural, they always open slightly downwards, revealing the eyeballs containing water underneath, and the eyeballs are always sparkling, like the eyes of the moon. The reflection also seems to contain some wholehearted and irrepressible affection.

These eyes are always full of affection, and because of their innocent temperament, they show a bit of fearlessness and magnanimity, as if carrying a weight and heat that cannot be ignored. A sudden look of remorse.

She used to like this kind of look the most, because at that time, behind such a look... there used to be a soul that belonged to her without reservation.

During the period of reunion with Yu Ge, she was indeed secretly delighted by this unchanging look in her eyes.

Probably because of living together for too many years, in her heart, there is always a kind of outrageous and unhesitating conviction, as if the child who grew up under her nose can't do without her even if she is discouraged, even if she finds out Even if he knew the truth, he didn't dare to hate her, even if he was unwilling... he could only stay by her side.

After all, from a certain point of view, she has indeed become an indelible part of Yu Ge's life, and has become the only reliable fulcrum in his life.

Therefore, even if she realizes that the ending is irreversible, even if she understands that the damage is irreparable, she can still adopt a mature and leisurely attitude, and with unspeakable expectations, she can look for the familiar details of the other party. Get a little fantasy in the taste of eating, in the action of kissing, in the eyes of people, it seems that as long as Yu Ge is still the same Yu Ge...

Everything that is broken, there is always a chance to be glued back together.

But what if... the lover she reunited with was no longer the person she knew well.

If the lover who was pushed into the depression of fate by her already has a more solid and reliable support.

If... Yu Ge can really give up those long years of being together for 20 years.

How should the broken moonlight be salvaged?

Tan Linfei held the other's hand that was hanging at the side, and the fresh human pulse was transmitted to the blood along the place where the skin touched. For a moment, in her chest that should have been silent, A heart was born in a trance.

Even the frequency of the pulse was exactly the same as in her memory.

However, at this moment, this little familiarity did not bring her any comfort. Instead, it caused some kind of shocking colic pain in her empty viscera. The pain intensified and grew spontaneously in her body, making her Can't utter a word.

Yu Ge kept his eyes on the tightly clasped hands of the two, paused for a few seconds, and then gently closed his eyes.

"Sister, during the period after your death, I often dreamed of you."

Even if she didn't open her eyes to look, she could still clearly trace the outline of that hand in her mind.

It was a clean hand, thin and white but not weak, and the light-colored nails were also polished to round and full arcs, revealing the same delicacy and grandeur as the owner, as if every detail was meticulously created by the Creator carved.

In her dreams, this hand also often appears.

This hand will rub her forehead with heavy and comfortable strength when she has a cold and fever; it will also be wrapped in plain and harmonious colors, and demonstrate fingering for her on the black and white keys; but in most dreams...

This hand was only holding her.

In the summer vacation of the year she just graduated from high school, this hand led her into the small garden in the villa area in the middle of a walk, where the older lover she was thinking of kissed quietly with her.

At that time, they hadn't confessed their relationship with their family, so kissing was like a thief, and they didn't dare to make a sound. All the perceptions in this scene were as blurred as if they were separated by a veil. She squinted her eyes in her dream , can only see the other party's loose long hair hanging in front of her, like a fine mist, like entangled cocoon silk, covering her sight a little bit.

In September of a certain year when she was an undergraduate student, this hand led her to the seaside when she was skipping class. They snuggled up on the small balcony of the hotel, watching the rough sea under the storm together, before they had time to hide in the house. He was doused with rain all over his face.

Even if it was raining, the weather in midsummer was extremely hot. She was hugged tightly by the other party in the bathroom, and she felt that her whole body was soaked in sweat, but at that time, it was as if she was suddenly taken away. With broken bones, he couldn't think of breaking up at all, he just wanted to be an obedient and ignorant child, and let others handle him completely.

On the evening when their wedding ended, it was also this hand that held her and led her into the brand new wedding room.

Her new lover always seems to be omniscient and omnipotent, to take care of everything she needs, and to respond to all her expectations.That night, she smelled the scent of perfume left on her body, and grasped the other party's hand that reached the heel of her leg in a dazed and helpless manner, but only heard the heavy panting ringing in her ears, which made her feel extremely exciting, but And extremely safe.

"... Be good, Xiaoge, don't be nervous, my sister is here."

The love of young people is like a thin piece of paper. There is no worry about gains and losses, and no skills to maintain relationships. There is only a hot heart that is so passionate that it can burn at the slightest point.

Perhaps it was because this relationship was too intense and impressive, and the memories in her dreams always happened in summer.

What appears in the dream is always the hot wind flowing in the hair, the hearty rainstorm, the fruity perfume that is too tired, the distant and noisy cicadas, as well as countless kisses, countless embraces, countless trust and delivery , Countless mornings and nights.

But as soon as she wakes up, all this will stop abruptly.

One day after Tan Linfei's death, she woke up in the early morning at the end of summer, with a lingering drowsiness on her face. When she opened her eyes, she could only see a neat row of portraits by the bedside.

In those cold and bleak portraits, there are her father with a stiff expression, her mother with a gentle smile, and... her elderly lover who passed away unexpectedly.

She hugged her knees and sat on the bed, the sweat from her whole body cooled down together with the blood in her body. It felt as if her internal organs were sinking. An indescribable trembling spread from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, which was so terrifying that she could only Fell into the abyss in the panic of weightlessness and derailment.

No one will come to rescue her this time, because it was the hand that appeared in her dream that pushed her into the abyss.

Destiny watched coldly, leaving her alone to face the ups and downs of cruel reality and digest those unimaginable gatherings and separations.

Her father is by no means a handsome gentleman in the traditional sense, but he is not as rigid and serious as in the portrait. It will look so scary in the photo, just because he is not good at facing the camera.

When she just graduated from university, her father would always give her some expensive clothes that could not keep up with the trend, and in the name of showing her to the world, he would take her to some social places of local celebrities and drive her home. He repeatedly advised her to focus more on her career, to develop her skills, and not to focus on love and marriage.

The relationship between her and her father can be regarded as close, but after all, she is not as comfortable as with her mother or other friends when getting along. At that time... she only wanted to get rid of the constraints of her original family as soon as possible, and only wanted to escape the so-called ideological constraints of the older generation. I have never considered the pains and worries of being a parent.

How did she answer her father back then?

"Oh, stop smoking in the car, and don't talk to me about it. I don't need you to reason with me. If you talk about it again... I'm going to get out of the car."

Her father actually has a bit of a big man's domineering habits on weekdays, but he always loves his only daughter, never touches her a finger, never speaks a foul word to her, or even ...In front of her, there was always a sense of obedience.

Later, after she actually got married, her father did not express any opinions on her career choice, and because of her sudden death...

Even before her death, her inarticulate father didn't have time to leave a word for her.

If she didn't reject her father's preaching so much when she was young, if she could rush to the hospital bed when her father was critically ill...

What on earth would daddy say to her?

Will she let her take good care of herself, tell her not to continue being a full-time wife, or...

Will he be like his mother, telling her to be careful of the people next to her pillow?

She thought of the blood stains her mother had left on the bathroom wall, of the razor blades her mother had left on the tiled floor, of the old medical records her mother had left on her bedside table before she decided to die.

It was a medical record from the maternity hospital, which contained her small footprints when she was born.

Compared with ordinary mothers, her mother has an overly weak and naive temperament. The two bravest things she has ever done in her life are that she gave birth to her in October of her pregnancy, and the other was when she had a nervous breakdown. State died because of her.

Maybe the mother said goodbye to her daughter who was still kept in the dark through this unreal red footprint on the night before her death.

What do moms think when they say goodbye...?

Would you blame her for being inhumane?

Will you worry about her bumpy road ahead?

Or...would he still have the slightest bit of resentment towards his stupid and ignorant child?

The separation from her parents was a fruitless story for Yu Ge. In the month after Tan Linfei passed away, she stayed quietly in the huge Yu family villa, struggling between dreams and reality. , Those remaining chaotic memories were magnified infinitely in despair, like a icy tide that smashed the sky and covered the earth, drowning her day and night.

In those late nights when drugs could not save her, she would occasionally fall asleep holding the portrait of Tan Linfei. At certain times, she would almost have a hallucination, feeling that she had returned to her sister's arms, and felt that she heard her sister's voice .

She knew she was crazy, but the voice was mixed with buzzing and confusion, and it still sounded believable and steady enough, and it was like when she was alive, saying love to her over and over again, caring about her over and over again. Life.

"Xiaoge, take your medicine properly."

"Little song, you must go to sleep after reading this one."

"Xiaoge, if you don't eat, mom will worry about you."

"Xiao Ge, come to my sister, my sister loves you."

"Xiaoge, don't cry...don't cry."

That voice accompanies her to grow up, and sleeps with her for countless years. Even in the vast sea of ​​people who have searched for nothing, even in the chaotic dreams of chaos and ignorance, she can still find it in a thousandth time. In an instant, those deep and gentle entrustments were clearly distinguished, but... so what?

She will never trust her pillow person again, and they will never meet again.

The dream is full of joy, and the dream is full of despair.

All nostalgia for the world evaporated in just one month, and she hovered on the verge of collapse all day long, rotting in the dark and dirty quagmire, and the summer of her life ended here.

There are always old people and old things in summer, summer is always long, ignorant and sweet, but no matter how long and regretful, summer will eventually pass.

Her stumbling life began in summer and ended in summer.

……

The surging fishy smell made the base of her tongue bitter, as if her throat was blocked by a blood clot. Yu Ge opened and closed her lips several times before she could barely feel her throat.

"... At that time, I was thinking that the last bit of fate between us might just be exhausted in a dream."

She moved slightly into Lan He's embrace, and the pair of lonely butterfly bones on her back protruded through the clothes, and quickly became smooth again, as if her wings were about to fly, but they were buried in the wind and snow again.

"Sister, after my mother passed away, I gradually became aware of your plan, but I have never been able to resent you. On the one hand, it is because I am weak by nature and cannot let go of my only support in this world; on the other hand... ...Compared with you, in fact, I hate myself who is indecisive and lures wolves into the house."

Unknowingly, she exhausted all her strength and squeezed Tan Linfei's fingers until they turned purple. At that moment, she couldn't understand the meaning of this movement at all, but the strong and distinct pain was accompanied by This self-analysis surged out, like being scratched by a sharp knife through the internal organs, and the overflowing stomach acid slowly flowed out, corroding her abdominal cavity bit by bit.

It's just that compared to Ling Chi that month, this little pain seems to be nothing.

"If you exclude those incomprehensible life accounts... During the years of our acquaintance, you have always taken care of me, and it is true that I owe you more, but those accommodations and sacrifices, I have also used this I have given you my life back."

Xu Shi has followed her through too many worlds, even if she couldn't figure it out repeatedly, when she really said it, Yu Ge's tone still sounded very calm.

"Sister...Tan Linfei, the person who appeared in front of you now has indeed died once. How many grievances and grievances there are between you and me can be counted as a write-off."

She paused for a moment, then gently released the other's hand.

"As for whether you can't let go or have obsessions, I'm sorry, those past events...have nothing to do with me."

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