Konghou [Quick Transmigration]

"I saw you again." In the dream, I said to her like this.

I can't tell whether it's 'I am her', or 'She is me', or neither of us is who.

She sat upright among the floating and disorderly figures, looking down at me and staring at me, her face similar to mine was shrouded in brilliance.In this way, I can only look up at her, and speak the second sentence here, a question I have always wanted to ask.

"What should I call you?"

"Konghou." She said two words, and moved closer to me, only then did I realize that she wasn't smiling.

I raised my head, thinking that I was stubborn and unyielding, and then asked: "What about me?"

Her answer was one more word than before, "Yue Konghou."

"Is there any difference?"

"Yes." She nodded, and the gray cloud formed by the numbers floated to my side. She reached out and touched the top of my hair, and I felt cold for a moment.Her voice should be the same as mine, "You have a name, a family, a friend, a future, an unfortunate but still memorable past, and I don't have one."

"I abandoned them." However, her tone was understated, and it suddenly dawned on her that what she said was just a cloud of smoke that had already been exhaled.

I thought about what she said, and before I could figure it out, I said stubbornly and resentfully: "But I also lost my teacher."

"Does it mean that she likes you more than me?" I abruptly brought the topic to another person who was not present.

Hearing this, she actually laughed lightly, and I knew there was no mockery in her smile.

"Silly child." She was like an elder, kind and helpless.

Am I wrong?Am I wrong?I saw pity, pity, and even a little bit of envy in her eyes.

"You see, if it were me, I would definitely not ask such a question."

"You're still young." She said this, no different from the parents who usually avoid children at home.

"I want to know." I met her eyes.

She nodded without denying, "Yes."

The affirmative answer is like fine fluff being blown into my eyes by the wind. Even though I am reluctant to bear it with all my strength, it still makes me squint and squeeze out the cloudy sting.

"But so what? Why do you want to find out whether she loves her or not, and whether she loves her deeply?"

"It's something that can't be recovered."

What she said was too naked, and my tears came back to life along the tears that had not yet dried up.

I touched the cold liquid on my face, and couldn't help thinking, is it because my fragility compared with her tenacity made the teacher make such a choice?

"I never denied that she loves you, so why do you ask if that kind of love is more important?"

"Love is the same as suffering. They are incomparable. The suffering of others will not be reduced by the suffering of others. The same is true for love. It is nothing more than that." She said to me slowly, still so calm. move.

I refused to follow her words, and asked willfully: "I love the same person as you, and she also loved us at the same time, don't you have any ideas?"

"What should I think? This is the end of the matter." She also refused to follow my words.

We are two people, we are facing each other, with our respective postures, but we are not hostile.

"Can I go on living?"

"You are the half of my soul left behind."

Our two voices sounded at the same time, even if these two sentences did not appear at the same time, it would not violate harmony.

"Of course. As long as you want, you can live a good life." I don't know, this is the first time she has confirmed it.

"I understand."

When I say this, I actually seem to understand but half understand.

Before waking up from the dream, I saw a person behind her. It seemed to be a familiar face but with a strange expression, surrounded by a radiant light, without looking at me.

I understand, I'm just a supporting role in a love that can't be called ups and downs.

But all my problems are just imaginary unwillingness to do so.

In fact, I was surprisingly not sad when the teacher left.I shouldn't be like this, the teacher is the one I loved, held hands, kissed and discussed the future.Should be sad for her, sad for her passing away, sad for her leaving.However, when I received the news of the death and saw the black and white photos, I didn't feel any sadness.

I thought I was relieved before, but my real relief is in this moment.

So it doesn't matter.I closed my eyes in the dream, and Konghou, who came to explain my confusion, watched me leave.

As she said, I am still young and there are many things I can gradually understand, and I have a long future to go.

One winter later, the town where I lived had a heavy snowfall, just like the snow in the orphanage more than ten years ago, and my adoptive father died in a car accident in that heavy snowfall.I'm sad, but not hopeless.

I was healed because of the loss.