What is it like to be a wizard in modern times?

Tan Xueshu tried to kill Tan Yalin countless times.

At every moment when she had to marry a scumbag under Tan Yalin's arrangement, when she was pregnant and caught rape, she was so disgusted that she vomited acid water, and every moment she almost died due to dystocia and hemorrhage, Tan Xueshu was thinking, why didn't that woman die.

Or why she didn't stab her to death during the last quarrel.

That might be happier than her current messy life.

Gao Minghong held Tan Xueshu's hand to give his mother spiritual support, "I know." He said softly.

"I once... I thought about killing her."

A little younger than now, almost puberty.

Once Tan Yalin was hospitalized in a coma, and he was called to stay with him in bed. For some reason, there was no nurse to accompany him that night. It was only him and Tan Yalin who was in a coma, and there were countless murder weapons for him to choose from in the ward.

There is no death penalty for juvenile homicide.Gao Minghong stood by the bed, holding the pillow that accompanied the bed.

Just because he was laughing and joking doesn't mean he doesn't understand the insults he's heard since he was a child, and because he doesn't say it doesn't mean he doesn't remember the temperature of tears dripping down his body when he was held in his mother's arms and cried.

It was so hot it would sear the scars on his body.

"Ah..." Tan Yuping woke up like a dream, a little scared, "That day you were..."

"Yeah." Gao Minghong smiled at him, without the slightest hint of gloom, "If you hadn't come, I would have already done it."

"This is really..." Tan Yuping took off his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose, and felt that the topic was going wrong, but he continued, "Let me tell the truth, if you weren't there that day..."

"She's dead."

That's why the nurse wasn't there that day. When he opened the door, he bumped into the unplanned Gao Minghong, so he had to carefully hide the poison in the briefcase, and spent the night with Gao Minghong in bed.

Both Gao Minghong and him were hiding things in their hearts. Neither of them could sleep and chatted until midnight. The young man whispered to him through the night that the school organized them to watch a musical. Wants to sing on stage, not pick up the family mess his own dad left behind.

Gao Minghong thought about it for a long time, but he dared not tell anyone. Once this matter was said, it would be a predictable family war.

His house is already chaotic enough, if more conflicts are added, his mother will really collapse.

Tan Yuping didn't speak, and it took a while before he said that I would talk to Xueshu, it's a good thing for young people to have dreams, and my second uncle will support you no matter what.

Under the night light, his eldest nephew's eyes were shining brightly, as if he was about to cry after saying thank you, his eye sockets were all red.

Hold.

Tan Yuping thought.

His plan of killing his mother and then committing suicide has to be put on hold, otherwise, who will escort his eldest nephew's dream and support him so that he will not be discriminated against by his friends in the circle for not doing his job properly.

You can't count on his own father who is about to bankrupt the company.

……

Except for Banxi, the other three wanted to kill Tan Yalin for a few moments, but by accident, Tan Yalin had lived to this age in good health, and was able to swear angrily a day ago.

It was as if there was an invisible force protecting Tan Yalin, making it impossible for them to hurt her even in a sudden or well-planned killing.

The energy in the room flowed like a vortex, as if reading their hatred and killing intent, Bansy looked left and right, and the others all revealed that it was not good for him to be silent, so he thought for a while and said: "I--"

Well, he couldn't think of a follow-up.

His mother passed away early and his father only saw each other in a few years. He couldn't talk about the fact that he messed up his former boss. It sounded like a villain who would get revenge.

Although in terms of ancestral lineage, he is indeed.

The atmosphere in the tea room froze for a while, talking about Tan Xueshu and the others being surprised that they almost killed Tan Yalin, but after thinking about it, it was reasonable, not doing anything was all due to accidents to restrain each other.

"I, I have something to do, let's go out." Gao Minghong couldn't stand the atmosphere the most, wiped his face and rushed out the door without waiting for a response, running like someone was chasing after him.

"Me too..." Tan Yuping was interrupted by Banxi in the middle of speaking.

"Can I go for a walk?" Bancy stood up, feeling like he should have walked out before the conversation started.

"It's okay, you can do whatever you want," Tan Yuping said after a pause, and then pointed Banxi in the direction, "If you want to go...there is a small balcony on the second floor over there, where my elder brother used to draw pictures."

Tan Xueshu also said: "The scenery over there is very good. Sometimes my mother will go to sit...but we don't know what she is thinking."

They said that the small balcony on the second floor is at the end of the corridor. The sun shines in and spreads a golden layer on the corridor. The balcony looks like a shallow pond with koi carp, and camellias are planted around it. When you go out, the whole courtyard is warm like a burning cloud.

There is a painting hanging on the wall. In the painting, the sunset glow by the sea and the red leaves in the courtyard complement each other, attracting people to stop and watch.

Bancy recognized it was his father's painting, and also recognized the girl standing in front of the painting.

The light came in from the balcony, and there was no shadow of anyone other than Bancy on the ground.

"Do you think it looks good?" The girl turned her face to look at Banxi. She was wearing an outdated but well-made long dress, with thin lips and clear peach eyes, which looked exactly like Tan Yuzhou's brother and sister.

"It's beautiful." Bancy stood behind her and drew the curtains to block out the sunlight coming in from outside.

This is a soul that has just died and still has nostalgia. She is about to embark on a journey to death, and the sun will hinder her from finding the right path.

Bancy stared at the death mark on her body. It was a strange mark that he had never seen before. The light color was like the characteristics of a suicide, while the sharp notch and the deep blood color were the marks of years. The traces of a long-term murder.

The contradiction made Banxi unable to explain the cause of her death for a while.

"Thank you." The girl stood in the shadow, her eyes filled with bright light, "I also think this painting is very beautiful."

"He must have been happier, happier than I could have given him."

Reflecting on her father's life, Bansi agreed, "Indeed."

Watching his wife's grave and living in the rose manor they designed together, ignoring everything and just painting freely, there is really nothing to be unhappy about.

"But Xuexue and Pingping are not happy." The look on the girl's face became depressed. She looked at the paintings on the wall, as if she could see the painters through the canvas, "Why did I give them all the good things, but why did I give them all the good things?" Didn't make them happy?"

She asked Bansi, and seemed to be talking to herself.

Bansy sighed, he was not interested in his father's bloody family disputes at all - a father who had only met once in five years was almost equal to a familiar stranger.

But when a wizard meets a soul that has nostalgia for the world, he should dispel that nostalgia so that the dead can move forward without regret—entering another world or other options. There is no law that stipulates that the dead must be reincarnated.

"What you give them is what you think is good," he said.

The girl, Tan Yalin's soul, argued: "But I'm doing it for their own good..." Her tone was a little weak, and she hurriedly added her own testimony to increase her persuasiveness, "That's just how I am."

Her parents and elders arranged her life well. From studying to hobbies, from career choice to getting married and having children, she successfully graduated from a prestigious school and took over the family business. The husband chosen by her parents was honest and stable. The car accident was an uncontrollable accident. , her life was pretty good before that.

So she couldn't understand why her children resisted so much what she gave them, which was obviously good.

She also couldn't understand why those good arrangements ended up making her child's life a mess.

Her eldest son ran away from home, her second son is still unmarried, her youngest daughter is unmarried, and her only grandson came out in person.

Everything ran counter to her original idea, and she couldn't sleep for countless nights, thinking over and over again what went wrong, but she couldn't figure it out.

"No, it's not that you don't understand." Bancy said, "It's that you don't want to understand."

"That's why you're here."

A person whose life can be seen at a glance since birth, her whole world is structured in a step-by-step manner, so she cannot understand the resistance of her children to everything she has given, nor can she understand that resistance.

When she tried to understand, her world began to crumble, and a straw could crush it completely.

The painting hanging in front of Bancy was the last straw.

"Father asked me to bring you this painting." The painting had originally been framed in glass, and Bansy could see little scratches from broken glass in the heavy paint.

The rough sea, the warm and brilliant sunset, a seagull spreads its wings in the wind, and a feather falls from its white wings.The joy that the painter left in the picture has spread out of the picture, as free and happy as the seagull.

"This is the Golden Sands Beach in Shenshi... When he was a child, his school organized a summer camp, and that's where he went." Tan Yalin rubbed the frame of the picture, "He wanted to go very much, but I felt that there were too many people and it was unsafe, so I didn't let him go. .”

Maybe after running away from home, or at any other time, passing by or going there on purpose, Tan Yuzhou still arrived at the beach he wanted to go to.

The sea was very cold that day, there was a lot of rubbish on the beach, he only had a few dollars in his pocket, and seagulls would snatch his lunch, only the sunset was pretty.

But that's where he wants to be.

So he is happy.

He drew it and told this feeling to everyone who saw the painting.

And Tan Yalin just stood in front of the painting, tears fell down.

"I do not know why……"

She wiped away her tears, but the more she wiped, the more she couldn't stop.

"Such a beautiful painting, I suddenly feel very uncomfortable, like a knife stabbed into my chest, the pain makes me breathless..."

Sitting in front of the painting at that time, she saw in a trance that when her child was just born, it was a small ball of babbling, and every time she thought, she would give him the best.

But only the one who left her lived the happiest life.

Bancy took out a handkerchief and wiped the tears from her face.

Behind her, he saw the existence that had been lingering here all this time, watching the old house.

Dying, dying, the existence flowed under Tan Yalin's feet, submerging her insteps.

Please forgive Bansy for not being able to describe its appearance to you, it is a spirit that cannot be resorted to words and cannot be described.

Bancy has only read relevant records in the literature, and has never encountered such an existence in reality, so that he hesitates whether he has made a mistake.

—that was an ancestor spirit.