Konghou [Quick Transmigration]

The takeaway shop I often order is not open today, and the cookie and cake shop I have been eating is no longer open. I finally went out for the milk I wanted to drink, but unfortunately I was splashed with mud by a passing car.

Walking home dejectedly, I found that I didn't bring the key.

Yanshan stood at the door of his new home, carrying an empty but heavy handbag, symbolically knocked on the closed door, and lowered his head in frustration.

"So sad." Yan Shan sat on the steps and buried his head in his knees.

Nothing exciting happened today.Yanshan sighed, and smelled the smell of dirt on his body.Then her eyes started to turn red, and she started to cry.

"For a trivial matter...for such a small matter..." Yan Shan muttered, and suddenly bumped his head against the white wall next to him nervously.Then she became even more depressed, choked with sobs and almost cried out. In order to suppress the sadness and despair rising in her heart, she began to pull her hair, mechanically without exerting any force.

"How could it be because of such a trivial matter!" The tears became more and more violent, and Yanshan tore a lot of hair from his head.

"Why not?" When Yanshan was about to hit his head against the wall again, a voice that had only been heard a few times sounded, and Yanshan's head hit the air.

Yan Shan realized that Miss Phantom Tingyue was nearby, she hurriedly wiped the tears off her face, explained anxiously with red eyes: "I'm not... I didn't just now, I just..."

The closed door opened silently, and Tingyue's unique low and hoarse voice came out: "I understand."

"I..." Yanshan pursed his lips, put his left hand on the right hand of the bag, gritted his teeth and drew his long nails downward, leaving a few white marks on his skin, but it turned red after a while.She's been doing it a lot since she was little, and it hurts at first, but not anymore.

After Yanshan entered the door, she heard a faint sigh, and then she stared blankly at a few clouds of black smoke gathering in front of her, and then slowly condensed into a translucent human shape.

"Can you tell me what happened?" Ting Yue appeared in front of her and asked her softly.

Yanshan lowered his head, bit his lower lip until his lips turned white under his teeth, and then whispered: "Some small things happened today...that is, I didn't eat what I wanted...and the clothes It's just dirty."

"That's all... that's all."

Tingyue tilted her head to look at her downcast look, and asked gently: "Then what happened before today?"

"It's also some small things..."

"It's no small matter when so many small things come together." Ting Yue said softly.

Yanshan raised his head, looked at Tingyue in the smoke, bit his lower lip again, and asked, "Tingyue, how does it feel to die?"

"Die..." Tingyue thought for a while, she really didn't know how to answer this question.

She has traveled through countless worlds, and died countless times. For her, death is a moment of long or short, which made her lose her fear and awe of death. The only feeling that death brings to her is Pain and no pain.Tingyue understands that pain or no pain is definitely not the answer Yanshan wants.

Tingyue hesitated, Yanshan looked at her stubbornly and desperately.

"I can't answer your question, because if I can, I hope I'm still alive." After being silent for a long time, Tingyue finally opened her mouth.Then she walked to the window sill, opened the curtains, and the bright sunlight slanted in. Yanshan followed Tingyue and saw the floating dust in the air that seemed to be glowing.

"Look." Tingyue hid behind the curtains, and pointed her fingers to a place downstairs. It was a tall and straight ginkgo tree, and every leaf was green under the sun. "That's what I planted when I was young." , are so high now."

"If I'm still alive, I can pick its golden leaves again in autumn. You don't know how beautiful this tree is in autumn. When the autumn wind blows, it makes a nice sound, and then it falls on your head Let a golden rain fall."

"Really?" Yan Shan walked into the light and looked down at the tree downstairs, as if she really saw the scene Ting Yue said.

"Of course." Tingyue smiled, looked at Yanshan's hand covered with small scars, and said softly, "You can wait until autumn and take a good look at it for me."

Yan Shan was taken aback when she heard the words, she just looked at the scene above the tall building and thought about how she jumped down.

"Is it possible?" Tingyue asked, she had a face with a mixed race of East and West, and she was as delicate as an elf in a game CG.At this time, her ice-blue eyes were looking at Yanshan, and her golden hair was still shimmering even though it was wrapped in black mist.

"Okay." Yan Shan nodded under her icy blue eyes.Then, she stretched out her hand to cover her face, to hide the expression on her face, and squatted down on the ground, her voice was crying again: "This is the first time someone wants me to live."

"Never before...never have."

"They will only say that I am dead, they will only let me die...why..."

"Tingyue, I actually don't want to die, not at all."

"But... But, I can't help it!" Yan Shan sank into the swamp in his heart again, and the last sentence was wailing.But when she said these words, she mentioned Tingyue's name, which was her hand for help.

Tingyue understood, closed the curtains, hugged Yanshan with black smoke, and comforted her gently: "It's okay, those are all memories, they have passed."

"Already in the past?" Yan Shan repeated her words, covered his mouth and shook his head, whispering: "There is no past, there is no past!"

"They're all here! They're all here!" Yan Shan almost shouted, and moved his scarred hand in front of Tingyue, "They've always been here, never disappeared! Never..."

She burst into tears again.

The black smoke gently drifted to the longest scars on Yanshan's wrist. Tingyue looked at Yanshan's red eyes and asked softly, "Can you tell me what happened?"

"I don't know what to say..." Yanshan whispered, but told Tingyue his past story intermittently.

Indeed, as Yanshan said, it was not a big deal, but his father died when he was 8 years old, but his mother gave birth to a boy for his second husband, but he was always left out in the cold, but it was only 4 years after the light bulb broke. The bedroom that hasn’t been repaired in years is just No. 11 who will never be praised. It’s just being snatched away by a beautiful girl and courageously fighting for the performance opportunity. Birthday wishes, but every birthday is accompanied by scolding, it's just that the article written in high school was plagiarized, it's just... It's just that she said too much.

"I know I shouldn't be like this. I know that there are too many people in this world who are a thousand times or ten thousand times worse than me. I know that these people are working hard to keep themselves alive. I know that suicide is a very serious thing. Selfish, very irresponsible and weak. I know that I am sorry for the parents who gave me life. I know, I know."

"But...but, why? Why, because I'm not the worst, I don't even have the right to suffer?"

"You say that people who commit suicide will go to hell after death and will never be reborn. But for me, living in this world is living in hell!"

Yanshan was talking to herself, whether she was speaking or questioning, she always spoke to herself.She is like a schizophrenic patient with two personalities, one personality jumps off the cliff freely, and the other hangs in the air cursing at the scenery on the cliff, but refuses to let go of her hand to survive.She knew that her thoughts were wrong, but she couldn't control her thoughts.She is constantly looking for reasons for death, and is also looking for reasons for living every moment, so her eyes are always full of fatigue. This kind of contradictory struggle makes her life extremely heavy every day.

Tingyue has nothing to say, and she doesn't need to say anything in this situation.All she could do was look at Yanshan with ice blue eyes, watching her silently and intently.

Yanshan fell into a long silence after saying everything she wanted to say. It was a long time before she wiped away the tears on her face, and changed from hysterical to the cowardly Yanshan who didn't know how to get along with others.

"I'm sorry..." She apologized inexplicably like Ting Yue, and then said in a low voice: "I said this in front of you... You are more... sorry." Yan Shan grabbed his hair and apologized again.

Tingyue stared at her, but also apologized to her: "If possible, I would like to apologize to you on behalf of this world, I'm sorry."

"Sorry, I've never been gentle with you."

"But, but..." Tingyue said but to Yanshan twice, then said softly: "Now the world knows it's wrong, you have to give it a chance to correct it."

"Would it be?" Yanshan looked at Tingyue, who looked like an elf but was a ghost, and said in disbelief, "The world can't be wrong, because it's not wrong at all."

"It's because of me. Many people have experienced what I have encountered. They have all crossed over. Only I didn't...I know."

Tingyue listened to Yan Shan's introspective words, but she didn't reveal the disappointment, boredom, and helplessness that Yan Shan had foreseen. She always looked at Yan Shan gently and tolerantly.Yanshan feels that Tingyue's eyes at this time are like a mother and a lover, and her mother and lover have never seen this kind of tenderness when looking at her.

"Believe me, there are many happy things waiting for you tomorrow and in the future, and you must also wait for her." Tingyue said slowly, her tone was so serious and sincere.After all, she is someone who has read the script, and she is telling the truth.

Her determined tone made Yanshan believe her words unconsciously in his heart.

"Tingyue." Yanshan turned his face and called Tingyue's name in a low voice, and then said: "Thank you."

"Thank you." She repeated.

Tingyue smiled like a spring flower, and said: "There are ovens and grinding tools in the kitchen. If you are willing to go to the supermarket again, I might be able to make cookies for you."

"Eh?"

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