Earth Exam [Unlimited]

It's like a rain that never stops.

It fell for many days in a row.

I missed the bad news about the little girl's rescue, I missed the news about the dead body found in the alley, I missed the news that the intersection monitoring has been repaired some time ago, and the driver who directed and acted himself pleaded guilty and served the law, and I also missed the alley It is a pity that the criminal suspects here have not yet been arrested and brought to justice...

The rain stopped on the day of the funeral.

On the day of the funeral, the sky that had been dark for a long time suddenly cleared up, and the gentle sunshine poured unreservedly on the small tombstone.

There are many flowers in front of the tombstone—red, blue, yellow, pink...

Each bouquet of flowers represents a person's longing.

There are two small bodies under the tombstone, they are sleeping in the ground, and time has drawn a rest symbol on them forever.

The dead have closed their eyes forever, while the living have to carry on with their thoughts.

A room on the second floor of their house has a whole wall of French windows, and there is a piano beside the French windows. Next to the piano, in a vase on the table, there are blooming flowers all the year round, but now the flowers have withered, and the piano is covered with dust. The door was also locked.

This room, together with some heart-rending past events, has been sealed in the years.

"This is fate, an irresistible fate." No. [-] Li Yiliang said, "Since the system has given us the right to heal, it means that we can choose their fate——"

"Why give up your rights?"

The last recurring memory was over, and they returned to that messy and dark room.

The little girl in front of her still opened a pair of out-of-focus blue eyes: "...Are you going to take me to hell?"

"I killed my brother, I should go to hell."

It was a house they had never seen in unrolled memory, and it did not belong to the little girl's room, nor did it belong to her brother's room.

——This is the cage created by her painful and guilty emotions.

Her pain trapped her in the room and she couldn't take a step out. She was like a little ostrich, refusing to accept all news from the outside world.

"Why are you the one who is going to hell?" Ning Zhi knelt down/body up and hugged the little girl, "You didn't do anything wrong."

"If I hadn't been going to the alley, my brother wouldn't have died, and my parents wouldn't have been sad."

"It's all my fault."

The dim light went out, and the whole room was plunged into a thicker darkness.

In the darkness where nothing can be seen clearly, Ning Zhi heard a very soft tone: "Brother is a brave child, there will be a little angel to pick him up, but I am a bad boy, only the god of death will come to pick me up .”

"Your brother didn't blame you." In the darkness, Jane said quietly, "You locked yourself here, and my brother can't find you. I don't know how anxious you are."

"He wants to protect you so much. If he can't find you, won't he be worried, anxious or sad?"

"But..." The little girl's voice was filled with tears, "He said he asked me to find an adult to rescue him in the alley, but I didn't find it."

"The villains in the alley are so fierce, my brother should be very scared, but the car hit me too painfully, I can't stand up..."

She broke her promise.

In that alley, no one went to save him until he died.

Before falling into the darkness, Jian Qiao remembered that there was no door in this room, only thick curtains hung on one wall, he groped in the dark and walked to the curtains, and opened the curtains, behind the curtains was also a wall .

When touching the wall, a cold feeling spreads from the fingertips. This cold feeling seems to infinitely magnify the negative emotions in people's hearts

Sadness, pain, worry, disappointment...

When Jian quietly inspected the wall, Hu Xiuyuan said:

"Do you want to try to open this room?"

"What if someone outside the room is looking for you?"

"No one will find me."

The little girl answered him in a low voice.

"Yes." Jane knocked on the wall lightly, her tone firm, "I heard someone calling your name outside the wall."

He turned his head to the darkness and asked, "Can you hear me?"

"I..." The little girl hesitated, "I didn't hear it."

"I heard it too. Someone is calling you." Ning Zhi said, "It's a boy's voice, about your age."

This room is made by her emotional changes, and will present the truest thoughts in her heart.

That is to say, as long as she thinks, there will be voices outside the wall.

In the sea of ​​flowers, in that house, they stay together, they have the most intimate connection in the world, even if they die, their souls will still meet each other.

Therefore, outside the cage created by emotions, there must be a soul of the same kind, persistently waiting for her to come out of this darkness voluntarily.

"Would you listen carefully again?"

There seemed to be a faint shout in the darkness, so weak, but clearly transmitted to the wall.

The extinguished lamp tremblingly ignited the flame again, and the dim room became brighter and brighter.

The wall behind the curtains also began to change, it began to soften, thin, become transparent

Eventually it shatters like a mirror.

These fragments are flying and circling outside the wall, building a shimmering road, which stretches forward from under the curtain. In the boundless darkness, the fragments gradually merge together, and the road surface is solid. Became the only light source in the darkness.

The little girl's clouded blue eyes suddenly came into focus, and she stumbled across the room, running toward the road, a path of light that followed her movements until it reached a floor-to-ceiling window.

They followed her and watched her go forward like moths to a flame.

At the end of the road, the room with floor-to-ceiling windows is full of sunlight. There is a transparent vase on the small white round table by the window. Inside the vase are roses in full bloom, with dew on the petals.

The little girl rushed towards the floor-to-ceiling window, and the floor-to-ceiling window opened a layer of ripples like the surface of water, and the little girl fell into the room.

The room was very quiet, the sun cast mottled light and shadows on a white piano, the piano stood there quietly, with the lid open, waiting for its owner.

This is an empty piano room.

The little girl just stood there on the floor in a daze.

"Ding dong——"

A crisp sound like a wind chime floated from the distant sky.

A phantom gradually appeared on the empty piano bench, and gradually condensed into a soul with blond hair and blue eyes.

The sonorous rhythm of the piano began to sound in the air, and the sound of the piano became more and more intense, revealing a kind of indomitable meaning

It was Beethoven's "Fate" that Jian Qiao had heard in that vast sea of ​​flowers.

A drop of water fell on the wooden floor, and a small, crystal-clear splash bloomed in the sun.

She was crying silently, and the tears flowed down drop by drop, but the gray shadow covering her eyes kept dissipating in the tears.

She trapped herself in a cage made of emotions, but outside the cage, there was a person waiting persistently, playing a fixed tune at a fixed time until she came back.

The sound of the piano gradually died down, and the phantom on the piano bench stretched out its hand to the little girl.

She threw herself into that embrace.

The silent tears eventually turned into howling, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances in her little body.

"Brother... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

The phantom gently patted her on the back, as if comforting a little animal that had finally found its home.

In the embrace of phantom, she looked at them in the black cloak with tears in her eyes: "Where did I go wrong..."

She is still wearing a princess dress, and she has a fragile feeling that will disappear at any time in the sun.

Like a song Jian Qiao once heard in the distant past

"The skirt dances lightly and is lonely, it's not her fault that she's beautiful"

In the alley that day, kindness was not her fault, it was just that the bad guys were attracted to their dirty hearts by this kindness.

"You're not wrong, it's the bad guys who are wrong."

There is nothing wrong with being kind.

She should not have paid such a heavy price for her kindness.

"If it's the bad guy's fault—"

"Why... it's me?"

The author has something to say: "The skirt dances lightly and is lonely, and it's not her fault that it's beautiful." The lyrics come from "Growing Up with Ten Thousand Catties".

是一首让人听了很难过很难过的歌。感谢在2021-02-0621:41:16~2021-02-0822:33:31期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Ying Luo Linglong 1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 40 bottles of Ying Luo Linglong; 5 bottles of silent script; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!