Painting, I

"The painting is of you, very beautiful. Mom will remember every child... and will never forget you." Every moment should be remembered... but my memory has never been that good.

Write everything down with a picture, or write a diary. Although I don’t have the habit of writing a diary, I still hope to remember it.

I felt my life begin to dissolve. The first half hour was stable, and the second half hour my life began to dissipate.

It's a terrible feeling, like the soul is being gradually torn away from the body.

Mom, I'm tired

"If you're tired, how about mom reading you a story? Will that make you feel better?" This was a fairy tale book that I loved very much in my previous life, and I had memorized most of it.

I remember the general plot, but I can't tell it word for word so some parts will be changed, just like no matter how much you like a story, you can't tell every detail exactly as it is.

"So he watched the sunset 47 times that day..."

Sunset, isn’t it beautiful?

"It's beautiful, just like the color of mom's hair... I'm sorry, if mom had taken you out of that place later, you could have seen the sunset..." Time passed quickly, and I was left with only emotion and sadness.

Mom, more beautiful, hair, beautiful!

"In your next life, you can see a real sunset... You will forget your mother. After you return to the earth veins, you will have a real home in your next life." The earth veins also involve reincarnation, which is indeed magical. Souls with obsessions will stop and wait in the earth veins for what they are waiting for to be completed. Souls without obsessions will have a beautiful afterlife.

Next life, mom

"Your mother will love you in your next life too. Don't be afraid. Believe me, your mother, your father, and your family will all love you. You will make friends and experience more beautiful things..."

Its vitality was almost gone, and the whole butterfly struggled to fly to my forehead, as if giving a gentle kiss goodbye.

See you in the next life...Mom...

It fell into the palm of my hand, just like when I was born.

"See you in the next life. I wish you have a family that loves you, I wish you grow up in beauty and happiness, I wish you can be happy and beautiful in your next life, and can keep all the sorrow away from you..." After saying the blessing, he kissed her gently.

After closing his eyes, he came to that dark place again. This time, he waved his wings and said goodbye to the other people who were still in the light film. Then he flew out from the only light and returned to the earth veins.

Follow from the light, as you fly faster and faster, you can't even keep up with the pace by running, and finally slow down. The path of the child, the parents may not be able to keep up...you can walk your own path.

After waking up, I looked at the lifeless object and everything seemed like a dream. But the painting I brought back proved that it was not a dream. There was indeed a butterfly that became my child, and I became the mother of that butterfly for an hour...

A small hole was dug with a shovel and the child was buried in it. The soil was covered again and finally a daisy and a small stone were planted on top.

"Hey!" A gust of wind blew, and another leaf was blown into my hand. "Is that a product of alchemy? Alchemy that gives life is really amazing."

"That's my child... Thank you, I'll give it to you if you want wine." It's really strange, why do you treat him like a child? He's just an ordinary little guy... Why do you really treat him like your own child?

"He's a very cute little guy!" He replied with a smile, "But he doesn't seem to like me that much... I won't charge you extra for this leaf."

"Thank you. Next time you go to sing, tell me and I'll go to support you." It's wonderful to feel the wind flowing in my hands...

"Then I'll be leaving first. Don't forget me if there's another deal like this next time~" A leaf that just fell from the tree in exchange for a bottle of fine wine. There won't be a second time for such a good deal, right?

I caught it and found that there was an apple thrown to me...

"Eat an apple and be happy, it's very sweet! This is the fruit from the sweetest tree." I appreciate the kindness, but the apple... forget it.

I took a big bite and it was still the sweet and sour taste I remembered. This is a crisp apple. I prefer sandier ones, but it tastes really good: "I like it very much, thank you." When someone gives you something as a gift, no matter how hard it is to accept, you will pretend to like it.

I always thought it was a kind of etiquette, but later I realized that it was not quite right... forget it.

This time he really left completely. After making sure that he could not be seen, he peeled the half-eaten apple with a knife and gave it to Yu Yue to eat.

(≧?≦)

He ate it happily and seemed to think the apple was delicious.

"I'm so glad you can stay with me for so long..." I really like the feeling of being hugged, so I'm even happier!

The happy little slime, which seemed to be about to bloom, was put back on the land and pointed to the small mound: "Don't go there. It's the mother's child... It's a grave."

He seemed to understand and nodded, but in fact he turned around up and down.

The slime doesn't have a brain and can't think like normal animals, but at this moment it wants to understand why it is sad.

Grave? I often hear this word, but I don’t know what it means.

I can feel sad. Emotion is the only thing I can feel. I can't speak, so I can only use facial expressions to express what I want to say.

(???)

Doesn’t this expression mean you’re not happy?

"I'm sorry, my emotions seem to make you unhappy too..." I knew that emotions can infect other people, but I didn't expect that they can also be infected across species...

I often force myself to smile, suppress my emotions deep in my heart, and only show my good side. But is this what I should do?

It's normal to appear perfect, right?

Are we being too compassionate towards things... We were destined to die from the moment we were born, and it was only an hour from the time we met to the time we left.

But I feel so sad. What is my heart made of? If it were made of glass, it would have been broken into pieces long ago.

Returned to the place where alchemy research was done.

I was so sad that I cried...I put all my tears in a bottle.

It’s a very small bottle, can sad tears also be used as material?

I don't know, but I decided to try to stay.

I'm speechless. Why am I thinking about this kind of thing at this time?

The tears were collected in a small bottle with a note on it: Tears of sadness.

I seem to be sighing all the time, maybe because there is nothing worth being happy about...

There's always something to make yourself happy.

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