Pseudo-event physique [female respect]

The young Mingqian couldn't express it, so she could only look at her mother earnestly, because the mother knew her best and would definitely be able to understand her heartfelt feelings.

Sure enough, my mother touched her forehead affectionately, fiddled with her temples a few more times, and said slowly: "There is a thread between everything that connects each other. When enough conditions are connected, there will be A certain probability triggers an event with a one-in-a-million possibility. It can be traced back to every event point along this line, and extended to every subtle change that can constitute an event. This is the talent you are born with. event."

Xiao Mingqian looked at her mother ignorantly, and staggered her head half understanding.

"But it's just a calculation, and even the possibility of becoming a reality is very slim. Therefore, you can't tell anyone about the phenomenon you deduced. This is a secret that belongs to you alone. Can't participate, no matter how intimate. If you are strong enough, maybe one day you can grow into a great prophet, would you like to be a prophet?"

Xiao Mingqian tilted her little head, listening to her mother's more and more confusing words, she suddenly jumped into her arms and rubbed violently, ending the topic that could no longer be communicated.

She didn't like to lose her tenderness like that, staring at her persistent mother with dark pupils.

After a long time, mother's gentle palm began to pat her on the back lightly, and she sighed faintly: "Mingqian, do you know why mother named you Mingqian?"

Lie in her mother's arms, Xiao Mingqian raised her face and asked following the question: "Why?"

"Because, in a distant country, there grows a very magical tree without leaves and flowers called Mu Mingqian."

Perhaps because she heard her own name, Xiao Mingqian stared at her mother with curious eyes, her eagerness for knowledge softened the face of the gloomy woman in front of her.

She gently and rhythmically caressed her beloved little daughter, and the deep eyes reflected the pure and innocent child, and said: "Mu Mingqian is a very rare medicinal material, which is rare and rare. However, there is a place where this rare wood is all over the place."

Xiao Mingqian's eyes widened slightly, her small mouth was slightly opened because she was engrossed in listening, and a stream of saliva slowly flowed out, which was spotted by the careful woman in time and wiped away with a plain handkerchief.

"Because this kind of wood is often accompanied by another equally rare plant called Gladiolus, there was a very powerful person who loved Gladiolus alone, and in order to make Gladiolus bloom only for himself, he monopolized all the plants. .”

"Mu Mingqian and Yunchang, there is an entanglement between life and death, existence and death between these two." She leaned over and kissed the child in her arms lightly, her eyes were slightly rippling, and there were waves of drowning, clear and shallow. His sigh is like chanting: "Mingqian has no leaves and no flowers, but every bright moon night, it will sprout and bloom in one breath. When the Mingqian flowers bloom, they are swallowed up as feed, and the cycle goes on and on..."

"Mother hopes that my Mingqian will bloom forever, and will not wither in an instant due to the unforeseen changes in the wind and clouds. If mother's life can be exchanged for all these, it will be the kindness of God to me."

"Yun...Chang?" Xiao Mingqian couldn't quite understand her mother's words, but she caught a key word, she couldn't help but tilt her head, and looked at her mother with a strange expression.

She vaguely remembered that her mother often called her mother, Yun Chang.

Seemingly seeing her doubts, Yun Chang hugged her and sat in front of the window, traced a few words on the flat snow on the window sill, and pointed them to Ming Qian one by one, "Look, these two words, Mingqian, Mingqian, do you know your name?"

Xiao Mingqian just stared blankly at the two words her mother pointed at, and didn't respond to her in time.

She pointed to the next row of two characters, and said: "These two characters are Yunichang, the accompanying plant on the tree Mingqian, and the bottom two characters are the name of my mother..." Paused, then moved slightly to the right, and said: "These three characters are mother's name, Lou Yujie, Mingqian, can you write it down?"

Xiao Mingqian was still looking at the big characters, and when she heard her mother's question, she raised her head and looked over in a daze.

After a while, Yunchang smiled and nodded her little nose: "Little idiot."

Of course she understood now, she was not happy immediately, pulled away mother's fingers, frowned, and retorted seriously: "I'm not a little idiot!"

Yun Chang's indulgent eyes became brighter and more vivid, her hands tightly tightened her small body, and she was pressed into her arms. The child's body, even through thick clothes, could not block the softness flowing into the heart, even lightly The exhaled breath also needs to be carefully cared for.

At that time, Mingqian was still too young, and being hugged by her closest relatives was her favorite thing. No matter what happened, as long as her parents hugged her, all her bad emotions could be dispelled instantly.

Just as she was fluttering in her mother's arms, the warm neck wrapped around her arms suddenly changed.

Looking up, I saw my mother, who was supposed to be hugging her and talking, was lying on the bed at the moment, with a thin figure, protruding cheeks, sunken eye sockets, pale as gray face, lying motionless on her back, sitting in front of the bed The mother bowed her head and bent her back...

"..." Xiao Mingqian didn't know how to react, she didn't know what kind of reaction was right, she could only stare at the picture without blinking, the panic that gradually surged from the bottom of her heart made her throat infarction......

A gentle hand caressed her little head at the right time, and she lay on her mother's shoulder, listening to her warm voice, which was not as reserved and cold as in the past: "Mingqian, don't be afraid, you will also be happy." Don't pay too much attention to it, and don't let your mind be affected by what you see that doesn't exist, and probably won't exist in the future."

Her hands moved from the top of her hair all the way to her eyes, covering most of her small face with a clever rhythm like plucking a string.

There was a shadow in front of Mingqian's eyes, and she could only hear her mother's soft voice resounding above her head: "Mingqian, it is the most precious pearl bestowed on me by the heavens, and it is this richness that gives me courage. One day my mother is gone, so Mingqian shouldn't feel sad."

Her face was slowly lifted up, and the mother was facing her with a seemingly very happy expression.

Mingqian has never seen such a mother before, her eyebrows are curved like the bright moon in the sky, bright and soft, and the genuine smile she inadvertently reveals makes her look very girlish.

Mingqian's eyes are very similar to hers, but the eyelashes are obviously thicker and slender, sweeping the full moon in the center of the lake like scallops, but they are like Lou Yujie's spring eyes that are always smiling.

"Because..." Mother held her face in her hands, leaned over and kissed her forehead, her long sideburns brushed her soft and sensitive cheeks, a little itchy, and her eyes were very charming at a young age Being teased, the young mother stared fixedly at her little daughter and sighed pitifully.

Mingqian watched her delicate and descriptive face gradually blur until she could no longer keep that face in her memory, and could no longer hear her last words clearly.

I only remember the soft and delicate chin of my mother, the corners of her mouth were lightly hooked by her unspotted and vermilion lips, a line of clear tears was sliding down there, dripping on the back of her hand, a green bud popped out, soon, it grew into a lush and lush The vines bloomed on the vines with large purple-red flowers, which are fragrant, green leaves, and red flowers, tightly wrapping her...

In late autumn, everything is bleak, only purple vines spread throughout the manor, a crooked old man walking slowly from the field ridge with a cane, a golden gourd tied to his cane, the dark red vines hanging down Three large bells were tied to the rope, which jingled as he moved.

The old man stopped in front of her, showed a kind smile, and bent down to tease her: "Oh, isn't this the little girl from the Lou family, eh? Why don't you see me, hahahaha."

After carefully searching the memory bank, she called him obediently, "Grandpa Huang."

Although the old man known as Grandpa Huang was hunched over, he was very energetic, and he did not show any signs of slump in his actions.

Hearing the little girl calling out obediently, he closed his eyes with a happy smile, raised his hand and lovingly touched Mingqian's head, "You are so obedient, come, grandpa will give you something nice."

Just as she was talking, the hand touching Mingqian's head moved to her eyes, and a small golden ball appeared like a magic trick.Mingqian couldn't help but shrugged her small nose and sniffed, it smelled sweetly like sugar.

Seeing the little girl's suddenly bright eyes, the old man squinted his eyes even more happily, and shook the golden ball in his palm with his dry and dark old hand, and said in a seductive tone: "Do you want to eat?"

Mingqian didn't respond, but kept her little hands behind her back cautiously, neither nodding nor shaking her head.

Seeing her attitude, the old man immediately laughed out loud: "Hahaha, it's not like, it's not like, hahaha, you and your mother are also very different. When your mother was young, she was very skinny, so she did a lot of things. Those activities of skipping class and climbing trees will not be corrected after repeated admonitions, but the suzerain has always been used to her, and the older she gets, the more she can't help her, haha."

Probably because she heard Grandpa Huang talking about her mother, Mingqian subconsciously got closer to him, and she was not so reserved in her shyness.

The old man didn't have much appetite for the little doll, and after teasing her a few words, he gave out the golden candy in his hand.

After Xiao Mingqian got the pleasingly colored candy, she happily wanted to jump a few times, but found that her body could hardly move.She lowered her head, and saw that strong vines were wrapped around her body, and in a blink of an eye, she was completely submerged like falling quicksand irreversibly.

Her body is getting smaller and smaller, her field of vision is getting wider and wider, and the vines in front of her eyes are getting bigger and bigger, and finally almost towering.

It's as if you're in a deep forest, you can't get out, and you can't see the sun.

Wandering in this huge and deep prison, Mingqian gradually felt deeply tired, or perhaps never tired.Sometimes she kicks the little flowers and grasses around her feet, and restores those damaged flowers and plants without rushing. When encountering problems that cannot be solved in a short while, she is not in a hurry. She can sit there all day without moving. Thinking about this difficult problem, sometimes I wander around aimlessly, and feel that I don’t remember how many times I walked, so I go back to the beginning and count...

It seemed that with the passage of time, her state of mind gradually calmed down like stagnant water.

At this time, Mingqian finally remembered what my mother said at that time: "Because...you are the only one who sees differently from others, so don't blindly trust your eyes, but trust your heart , if you have a mother's paradise in your heart, then even if you see me dead, don't feel sad. I live in the possibility you foresee, so there is nothing to be sad about."

What you see is credible, unbelievable, and unbelievable.

Mingqian suddenly realized that this blue male figure was what Xiaosang might look like in the future!

It has nothing to do with the present, but it has a definite connection in subtle ways.

After breaking through this layer of fog, Mingqian's state of mind when observing the reality became much clearer.