MTL - Legend of Fu Yao-v7 Chapter 16 Finale (below) (5)

Then the Promise.

This night's reversal of carnival, the indulgence of this night is the final compensation I can give you.

And after this night, the red dust was intoxicated, and then I went back to the sea.

The golden giant door of the Soul Palace was slowly opened in front of her.

This place is actually not guarded. It is said that hundreds of years ago, since the grandfather’s chaos, this place is convenient for no one to come.

The lords of the dynasties are all "flying up" in the legend, so although it is nominally the underground palace where the Lord of the Everlasting Temple is stopped, in fact, even the cloak is not counted.

Meng Fu shakes gently down the stone steps engraved with the lotus, and hears the echo of his foot in the deep tunnel.

The road is gloomy and long, the blue-and-white porcelain lamp is shining, the ground is wide and boulder. Every three steps of the stone surface is engraved with a huge lotus flower. The gable-shaped underground palace gradually reveals in front of her eyes, step by step, the emerald giant in the ear room. The beast is silent.

Everything seems to have met.

At the beginning of the year, when the great-grandchild was in the end, the dream suddenly came back. Meng Fu shook without hesitation to the main tomb, and she stopped.

It is so vast and huge that it exceeds the majestic magic that the human brain can imagine.

On the white stone pillars, the totems of the beasts are rising, and the golden domes are dozens of night pearls flashing. The head up to the highest prescription can see the golden dome of the sun, moon and stars, as if creating another layer of nine heavens.

There is only one golden plaque.

Meng Fu waved the golden book in his hand, and the lines above it had already been engraved in the heart. She went straight to the top of the tomb, and the nine-tiered golden steps.

There was a lotus platform, made of bronze, and the only bleak thing in the grand palace of the grand palace. There were some black spots on the side of the table, which seemed to be blood.

In the middle of the lotus, it is a sapphire three-footed Ding, which is also like a deja vu, Dingzhong has a shallow slot, Meng Fu shakes the blood on the gold page, according to the method of self-viewing the temple, insert the gold page into the trough .

"Shake."

The sound behind her suddenly came, and she was so shocked that she was shaking. She was stiff and her shoulders seemed so hard that she could not turn back.

For a long while, she slowly turned and barely squeezed a smile. She knew that the smile was really ugly, but at this time she really didn't know what to look like.

The long-term Sun Wuji leaned against the door of the temple and looked at her quietly. Without anger, she was not surprised that there was no expression of any revealing, but her eyes were in the clouds and the waves were rising.

He seems to want to wrap her in the eyes, instead of his own arms, will always be destined to have a woman's figure in the life, remember, engrave, and then firmly in his life.

Meng Fuya staggered his eyes in such a gaze, and his fingers tightened the gold pages in his hands.

The long-term grandson suddenly came over gently.

He walked to Meng Fu Sha, and took the gold page in her hand. Meng Fu shook in the hustle and felt that his hand was loose. When he was sinking, he seemed to have a sigh of relief, thinking confusedly - he would not let me go... Then I will not leave.

How can I hold on to him in front of him? How can you bear to turn around in his gaze?

Such a strong help to choose from, it is also good.

Suddenly he heard him whisper: "The gold page is not used like this."

When Meng Fu shakes a shock, he sees that he bites his finger, and also drops blood on the golden page. The blood drops on the golden page. The golden page turns to jade white, and the halo glows in the palm of his hand.

"Relying on the part of the gods attached to the gold page, you can cross the gap between the heavens and the earth, but when you fall, it is more likely to fall into the eternal darkness, unable to break free and not leave, and will always float in the cold stars." The sharp golden light gradually began to rise. For example, the golden magma burned the palm of the hand, and the halo became bigger and brighter. After the halo, his look and eyes could not be seen clearly. "Only the power from the incumbent is watered. It is possible to find the opportunity to find another time and space, and send you where you want to go."

Meng Fu shook his mouth open, but he wanted to say something but felt that his heart was blocked. The words and tears stalked in the throat, and he couldn’t swallow and sighed.

He knows...he knows everything...

"I can't send your body back." The long-term Sun Wuji's fingertips are boiling and the expression is as calm as water. He even looks back at her and smiles. "Shake and leave your body to me."

Meng Fu shook his lip and looked at him with death. At this moment, she didn't want to cry any more. The tears blurred her eyes. How would she see him? How can she remember her love for a lifetime?

Under the golden light refining, the jade white light turned into a volume of jade color, floating in the grand palace room, slowly rolling to Meng Fu Sha.

When the light is about to be in the body, she suddenly rushes forward.

She rushed in the arms of the great-grandson, and raised her hand to hug him, raised her face and kissed his lips deeply.

The long-term Sun Wuji has been calm and calm, and in her hot and cold embrace, she finally moved like a wave of water. He sighed and leaned down to let her find his warmth deeper.

The glorious but cold hall, the cold and faint glory of the men and women with tears and tears, they entangled the lips and teeth, choose to kiss themselves to suffocate, she holds his waist, he covers her shoulder, knows each other's curvature It is the only fit in this life, but when it comes, it is still letting go.

In the past, we used to love each other. In this world, we choose to be tolerant.

In the hall, there was a circling of wind, and Jinguang and Yuguang were staggered and rolled down. It was like a gorgeous drama in life, and the eternal curtain was about to fall.

The most lingering kiss in a lifetime, before the permanent separation.

Yuguang is like a giant brocade, and it has been rolled up.

Meng Fu swayed into the deep water of the water, stunned in his ocean, numerous electric lights flashed in his mind, the world was chaotic between the lips and tongues, in the bright white aurora, she had no consciousness and no consciousness, only she knew that she loved This man is in front of her, and she has to lose him in a blink of an eye.

In the vague world, she suddenly felt that her body was cold, her consciousness was light, and her head was lightly beaten. Someone whispered and gentlely said: "Go."

She was black in front of her eyes and reached out to grab him in a panic. However, when she reached out, she suddenly lost her physical body and couldn’t see him again. She tried to look back, but she was wrapped up in a huge wave like a small fish. Finally, For a moment she only had time to scream: "Wait for me, I must come back!"

A roll of jade light, and it was received again in the moment. There is no illusion of Meng Fu in the underground palace. There is another Meng Fu Sha, who has no soul in the ground.

The long-term Sun Wuji stood quietly in front of the lotus platform, and did not stop. The golden light in front of him was gradually rolled up and spread over the entire hall. There was a small yellow jade in the golden light, and the flying jumped away, his eyes Keep a close eye on that little point, keep moving your fingers along the trajectory. Every time you stick to it, his face will be white, and his forehead will gradually pull out the sweat of the bean, and a drop of smack will fall to the ground. Instantly wet the ground.

This is the most crucial point of the whole "small law". It is difficult to send people to the safe place. It is difficult to get safe and reach the exact position. It needs to be controlled by all the power of the gods. It is a careless process to repair or destroy the life. In addition to the Dafa used by the founder and him, there is no one in the temple. He is willing to take his own life to fulfill a promise.

The light faded away, and the little bit of jade finally fell under the control of his inseparability and fell into the place where he arranged her.

The long-spring promise has been crumbling, and when he reached out to hold the lotus platform, he looked down at the ground, where there was a tearful mark of Meng Fu’s last moment, and the long-term grandson stared at the fading water trail, revealing a bleak smile.

The smile was not exhausted, and he suddenly swayed, and a blood spurted on the lotus platform.

The blood splashed like a lotus flower, and it was a mouthful and a mouthful, just like the blood of one body was sprayed at this moment.

The long-term Sun Wuji was pressed on the lotus platform, pressed his heart, and closed his eyes in his own redness. He couldn’t tell where it hurts, or he didn’t know the pain. From the moment he sent her away, he already Not his own.

After a long, long time, he struggled to get up, wiped his lips and blood, and walked slowly outside the temple door. He said to the disciple who was waiting there: "From now on, this seat must be closed, and no one can disturb. ”

Disciples are respectful, and the retreat of the temple is commonplace, and everyone is used to it.

The long-term grandson turned and returned to the underground palace, closing the door of the temple, and went all the way to the nine-story platform, reaching out and pressing on a mast.

The ground cracked and the rolling golden crepe slowly rose.

The long-term grandson bends and picks up Meng Fu, who is on the ground, puts her on her lap, gently strokes her face, and smiles slightly at the bottom of her eyes.

He looked up, his face was far away, his lips and smiles were as bright as spring flowers.

The black door opened during the day, and the five-year-old boy’s eyes were clear and his eyes reflected on him.

The Xuanyuan Mountain in the daytime is light and cloudless, and the girl who rises under the cliff has amazing eyes on him.

In the daytime, the warmth of the Yangyang Mountain is drunk, and the first kiss in the hot spring.

In the glory of Yaocheng, the eccentric and beautiful palace skirt woman, gave him a lively life never before, and sent him to dance.

In the days of the Dungeon in the dungeons of the state, she hugged herself in the blood of the earth, saying: crying, crying...

During the rainy night in Lijiazhuang, she slammed into his arms and screamed at her heart.

In the middle of the dynasty, the nine halls of the nine ceremonies, she squatted under one head and said calmly and calmly: Please let the grandson of the future.

......

Too much beauty in this life.

I was so full of it unconsciously.

He smiled softly and held her tighter in her arms.

I knew it would be like this.

Staying in the sky did not return to the Promise, just waiting for this moment, he knows too much, and knows that she has learned more than herself.

Shake can be patient until now, can never ask him, can clearly try to give up in a hopeful situation, can hand him over to him at the end, he already thinks that it is an unexpected joy.

She gave up for him, he can naturally.

Everyone is begging for both, only he knows that it takes too much luck to be almost miraculous.

He slowly got up, fed a jade bead in her mouth, and she also contained one, then hugged her and slowly entered the huge golden urn.

Shake.

If you turn around, I am in hell.

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When Meng Fu woke up, all sides were dark.

She thought that she really fell into the black hole of the universe, and she drifted from time to time, and her heart suddenly became desperate.

The darkness suddenly flashed, and gradually whitened the light and shadow, and there were vocals in the white.

"Oh, nothing, nothing."

"Okay, no death..."

"Frightened me! Seeing her suddenly fell down."

"Miss, miss!"

She slowly widened her eyes and was a little bit uncomfortable with this modern title. Shouldn't it be called "girl"?

I squeezed a lot of faces in front of me, and the old lady of the man and the woman asked her body with a slap in the face. She fixed her mind and saw their costumes.

Really... Going back to modern times.

This lingering in her heart filled with infinite sadness, the taste of sour and bitter in my heart, almost provoked her tears.

The onlookers saw that she was not dead, and gradually dispersed. She struggled to get up and turned around and saw that not far behind her, the brand of "XX First Hospital" was in sight.

mom!

Meng Fu Shao rushed to the past.

In front of the hospital porch, she stood still and looked at the strange woman inside. She was a little bit guilty. How did she go to see her mother? Does mother still recognize herself? If she can't recognize it, how can she explain it? Retire the soul? Is it necessary to scare her again before she dies?

She thought about it without a good idea, and had to take a step and find the familiar ward.

The finger stopped in front of the door and did not dare to push it open for a long time. This step was too difficult, and she was close to home.

There was a heavy gasp in the room.

She panicked and pushed open the door and rushed in. The light was a little dark. She didn't see her mother, but she saw two red-eyed people sitting on the edge of the bed and looked back at her.

It is the Xiao Li and the fat man of the institute.

The two men looked at the strange woman who suddenly rushed in with a strange look. Meng Fu Sha did not look at them at all. Before she rushed to the bed, almost at the moment of touching the bed, the tears flowed down.

mom……

A call can not be exported, stalked in the throat.

The people in the hospital bed, the whole body is full of tubes, connected with various instruments, those weak waves are not rushing forward, in the whispering sound, indicating that the patient's time is not much, Meng Fu shakes desperately in those oxygen In the mask and the tube, the mother's face is pieced together. She is so thin that she can't recognize it. It is as thin as a piece of paper, trapped in the bedding, making people feel like being shackled, and seeing people being stressed and breathing. But it’s mad.

She slowly reached over and took her mother's hand, old, thin, and the bones were clearly covered with age spots. The fingers just touched the skin, and her tears rushed down.

The hand suddenly moved, and the sound on the instrument suddenly rushed a little.

At the same time, the fat man jumped up with a rare agility and shouted: "Fast! Fast! Call a doctor!"

The doctors and nurses rushed over and pushed the shackles of Meng Fu to the side, checking, salvaging, and busy coming and going. Those quick steps were transformed into a changing light and shadow in Meng Fu’s fascinating vision. She pressed her heart. I feel that I have lost my breath in dizziness.

Don't... don't...

It seems that only in an instant, it seems to have been a long life, she finally saw the doctor take off the mask, half surprised and half happy: "Miracle! The patient turned to safety!"

Meng Fu shook his long breath and slammed back, leaning against the wall.

Half a sigh, two lines of tears, slowly flowing down her face.

"Auntie, how about this porridge?" Meng Fu swayed in the sunshine, briskly entered the ward, smiling brightly and brightly.

"Miss Zhou, I am bothering you to come to see me every time." Meng mother got up from her bed, but she was weak and happy, laughing at her.

"Should, I am a good friend." Meng Fu took the pillow and gave it to the mother. Open the insulated barrel and put a bowl of chicken porridge.

She did not confess her identity to her mother. The doctor said that although the patient has improved miraculously, she still can't have any ups and downs. She thinks again and again, and feels that she will wait until the mother really wants to go to tell her the truth. Hopefully, she can't be killed by her.

So she made up a story of a woman from a remote province. This woman was once rescued by Meng Fu, who was out of the archaeological site. When Meng Fu shakes the archaeological site, she accidentally falls on the cliff and loses her memory for a long time. Now she is recovering from her family and her memory is restored. She came to take care of Meng mother.

This story is very unreasonable, but it is reluctant to lie to the patient, giving her a hope, maybe she can live longer.

She carefully feeds the porridge. In the afternoon, the sun refracts from the window, reflecting her half-faced face and gentle eyes. Meng mother leans on the pillow and eats porridge while looking at her with a smile. The eyes are happy and happy, but mixed with Some strange meanings, Meng Fu Sha, every time he touched such a look, he trembled in the heart of no reason.

She sometimes wonders if her mother recognizes herself?

Then immediately overthrow it - how is it possible, what happened to oneself, no one can think of it, how can a mother who is seriously ill, can guess, and if she recognizes it, how can she not say it?

The two men fed a few porridges in a harmonious atmosphere. In fact, Meng mother still eats fluid most of the time, and the oxygen bag has never been taken. She is a dying patient after all. The so-called miracle does not live too much. day.

Meng Fu shakes his heart and understands that she only hopes that she can accompany her mother to the final journey. At the end of the darkness, she will hand over her mother to the next life.

Meng’s mother’s spirit was not good. Meng Fu’s careful service to her to sleep, squatting, went out to buy something.

When she came back, she didn't expect to bring money, but the woman had some valuable things. She sold a lot of considerable income, enough for her to maintain her future needs. She didn't want to go to the institute, and she couldn't go. She was not Meng Fu. If you don't want to be a madman, it's better to start over.

Or, she doesn't want to start again, she remembers her promise, and when the mother's work is done, she goes back.

She didn't know how to go back, but she didn't give up even if she used her life.

With a smile, Meng Fuya felt that he was already a madman. He tried his best to come back, and tried his best to go back. The living people lived in this virtue, and they really despised themselves.

But what is the relationship, the place where there is no concern, the shadows of the world, have nothing to do with themselves.

The wind and the warmth of the afternoon are like a person gently rubbing her hand on her cheek.

She suddenly stopped and stood there, raising her face slightly.

Promise...

Pedestrians on the way come and go, and when they pass somewhere, they all look at each other with a twisted face. There is a crowded street center, a crowd of people, and a young woman, no one is leaning her head and facing the sun.

Tears flowed.

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When he came back from shopping, Meng Fu suddenly saw a small, dilapidated facade, hanging a slanting cymbal, saying: "The past future pavilion."

This facade is very narrow, the width of the aisle, sandwiched in a pile of gorgeous clothing store restaurants, it is easy to ignore.

Meng Fu shakes his heart but moves.

The past and the future... Isn't she a man who is in trouble in the past and the future?

These days, when she had time, she went to the major temples, looking for a legendary sorghum, looking for a way to cross again, but she never got anything. Now, when I saw this sentence, I suddenly touched the entanglement of my heart.

She stepped in and walked in. The store was narrow, the light was dim, she put a table, piled up with paper-packed medicine, and looked like a liar on the counterfeit.

She regretted it and wanted to quit. Someone in the darkness screamed, and then a hoarse voice said: "In the daytime, there are also souls?"

Meng Fu shake immediately widened his eyes, smashed and rushed over, and the man who was behind the table, the man was extremely flexible, and when he slammed the table, he blocked her.

Meng Fu shakes a sigh, this reminds me that this body has no martial arts, and sighs, she is facing the table: "I want to ask the gentleman..."

"You still don't go back?" After the table, he found out his thin face, his eyebrows and beards were so messy that he couldn't see the five senses, but his eyes were bright. Nahan's Meng Fu waved up and down a few eyes, and quickly retracted, "still relying on What are you doing here?"

Meng Fu shook his heart and ecstasy, slammed on the table. "Can I go back? Can I go back?"

"Yes." The man stretched his finger across the table and pinched her bones. "There is no need to use Baoshan in the air. It’s such a psychic body. Who cares so much, I found you so Body? Nothing in the world..."

"How come back?" Meng Fu shakes up and listens to him, and immediately asks.

"Death." The man replied in an understatement. "For this psychic body that can pass through the yin and yang world, many things will save a lot of effort. If you leave this body, it will automatically send you back."

Meng Fu’s joy was dizzy, he planted it from the table, set his mind, and took all the money from his body and put it on the ground. “Thank you, you are my benefactor, probably no chance to repay you, this. Money shows a heart."

She jumped out quickly, thinking that she would send her mother away and commit suicide immediately, ah, finally I can go back!

The man didn't talk, and she was about to go out. She said, "Let's hurry, you won't die, someone will die."

Meng Fu shakes and turns around.

"Do you think that the psychic is so easy to use?" The man turned his eyes in the darkness, his eyes brightened and stunned. "Someone used magic to keep you, oh... it’s not easy, twenty-three ......" He licked his fingers and quickly counted, "The biggest limit, um... the number of four or nine, most of which he can only last for seven days. In other words, you are here seven seventy-four forty-nine days, you will not go back when you expire. And he will run out."

Meng Fu stood at the door, and the heart was cold in the sun. She hadn't converted the time at that time. In the heart, she turned over and over again, but she couldn't live up to the answer, or the answer came out. She was afraid to face intuition.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you," the man probed again, adding, "You seem to have only three days."

Meng Fu shook and swayed, and said, "Thank you." Turned out and went out. The man climbed out behind the table and stared at her back. He shook his head and sighed: "It’s hard, it’s too late..."

three days left.

three days left.

This figure is like a giant thunder, and her mind squeaks.

My mother seems to be getting better. In fact, there is not much time. She has been waiting to send her the last trip. My mother has no other relatives in this world. She has come back hard and is doing what all her daughters should do. .

She has no reason, and she can't leave her inexplicably at this time.

However, she did not know that all the time she was here, he was condensed with blood. Every time she stayed, he went further to the abyss.

It turned out that it wasn't her who was going to take risks. It wasn't her who faced life and death. The night was carrying the endless lingering tears of desperate tears, waiting for the end with a desolate mood, not her.

It’s just him.

And she... what should she do? What should she do?

That time she ran back for the mother to die, this world she knows that he will die, obviously there is a way, but there is nothing to do.

There are so many burning hearts in this world!

From now on, every step she has taken, every action she has done, even if she raises her hand, counts down his life.

Her heart was pulled and fried, and both sides were hell.

Three days... Anyone knows that it’s too late.

Unless...my mother will die today...

Meng Fu’s screaming spirit had a chill, and he couldn’t wait to raise his hand and give himself a slap in the face – how could she think so? How can she think this way?

She wiped her face away from tears. She hurried back to the hospital and pushed the door open. She subconsciously went to see the heartwave display.

There is a very stable peak and valley, there is no straightening.

At that glance, she was completely subconscious. After reading it, she felt that she was thundering. What is she doing? What is she looking at?

What is she looking for? What is she thinking!

Meng Fu Sha stood there, only feeling that the whole body was cold, and she trembled like a pendulum, almost standing still.

Suddenly felt that something was wrong, she bowed her head and met her mother's eyes.

Ms. Meng looked at her quietly, her eyes thoughtful.

Meng Fu Shao quickly pulled out a smile and raised his hand: "I bought you a bean curd..." When I lifted my hand, I found out that between the hearts and minds, the bean curd had already given her no idea what to throw.

She quickly covered up the cough and smiled slyly: "Throw it outside... I will take it." Not waiting for her mother to answer, she hurried out of the ward.

Before she came out, she aimed at her mother's temper. She felt that her mother was very good. This thought flashed through her mind. She didn't have any joy. Then she did not like her own joy and was ashamed to commit suicide.

She... didn't even have joy!

Just a few steps away, I saw a clock hanging on the corridor outside the ward. Meng Fu shook his eyes and saw the time.

When she saw the time, she immediately began to calculate, if the mother is now...

A thought just came out, she was another tremble... What am I counting? What am I counting?

Never dare to look at the clock again, she rushed through the hallway, rushing straight into the toilet, screaming open the washbasin faucet, the white water column rushed out, pouring her face.

She greeted the water column and couldn't avoid it, letting the ferocious otter wash her face and wash her cockroaches. How could she... how could she!

Vaguely heard the pendulum ticking, looked up, there is still a clock above the toilet, the second hand ticking away, the minute hand hurriedly moving, the hour hand in her eyes, flying forward at an alarming rate.

time! time! time!

Every minute and every second is tormented, every minute and every second is cut into pieces by the sharp blade of the burning heart, broken in a place, stepping on the front will be bloody.

She hates the time so fast, so hate the helplessness of life, why the fate has many difficulties, and she is never willing to give her a redemption of hope.

She jerked up and punched the **** clock hanging above the door.

Stop! Stop!

give me some time! give me some time!

Suddenly passing the fast steps outside the bathroom, the doctors and nurses surrounded a large group of cars pushing the car and looking at the direction, turned out to be in the mother's ward!

She was in a hurry, and she jumped up and chased the group of people and rushed over. However, the group of people crossed the door of the mother's ward and did not stop, directly entering the next ward.

She stood at the door of her mother's ward and her hands and feet were cold.

To make matters worse, the ward door was open, and my mother was still awake in bed, looking at her at the door.

At that moment, her eagerness, did the mother see it? At that moment, did she actually show disappointment in her eyes? Then fall into the eyes of my mother?

Her heart was cold, and the pain in her heart was soaring, twisting, twisting, squeezing, crushing... the world turned into dust, and it was broken in the heart of blood.

She could no longer hold on to her mother's gaze. When she turned around, she rushed down the stairs.

There is a corner on the side door of the elevator. There is a safe passage for few people to walk. She bumps open the door and rolls down the cartilage.

The hard cement stairs stalked behind her, and she was bruised and bruised in an instant. However, only such pain could overcome the huge collapse in her heart. She stood up obliquely, her legs rolled softly in the corner of the stairs, and then there was no more. strength.

She put her forehead against the corner of the wall and tried to ponder it. It seemed to use the pain of the flesh to withstand the endless pain in her heart. The stained blood stained the white wall, and she was next to her, blood and tears. And the sweat is running, the wall is full of lime and pink blood.

How can she hope her mother will die...

How can she have a great joy in the moment just...

How can she be so mean and selfish, she wants to use her loved one's death to change her happiness...

......

How can she be safe here, spending his life?

How can she know that time passes, but can't do anything?

How can she enjoy his life and throw him permanently and lonely in the underground palace where he is not seen?

......

She can't do this, it can't be that way!

Heaven!

Why can't she be selfish and shameless?

In that way, she can blame herself for the eager anticipation of her subconscious mind!

Then she can choose, not come back at all.

Then she can choose, forget him, and start again in this world.

......

Then she can even choose... turn off the oxygen supply valve!

Meng Fu Sha was crying in the dark passage of no one in the dark, unable to pull his own hair, falling **** hair and broken nails in the ground. She slammed into the wall and seemed to crush her own soul.

She is also broken.

Broken in the fate of twisting and turning, broken in the torment of the heartbreaking soul, broken in the Ming knows that you can do it but can't do it, even think of it is the infinite pain of sin.

At the end of the day, she lost all her strength, fell in the dust, and her eyes widened, watching the floating dust rise, and then slowly landed and buried her.

She did bury herself.

The right is to die.

She didn't want to wait for her mother to die like that, and she couldn't do her own happiness. She left her dying mother to let her die alone. There was no relative around her.

She is even less able to tighten the valve of the oxygen bag by hand.

She had no choice but to die with the great-grandchild.

After all, fate is not willing to fulfill her. She knows that what she can do is to use this life to accompany him. If she is alive, she must not be a ghost. Even if she is always dark, she wants a peace of conscience.

After sending her away, she commits suicide. The soul is an uncontrolled substance in the universe. It may be possible to be with him.

She felt that she had figured it out, wanted to open it, and finally wanted to understand the truth of her death.

So she climbed up, took off the ash on her clothes, washed away the blood on her face and hands, put the sleeves down to block the wounds on her hands, and cleaned herself up, and returned to the ward.

She calmly asked her mother: "Why don't you sleep? You should rest early."

Meng mother does not speak, she has been in that position since she just started, half lying there.

Meng Fu shakes his heart and sighs, barely smiles, and sits on a small bed that sleeps on one side at night, and leans on the pillow, and he can no longer move.

Vaguely, Mumbai handed over a glass of water. She picked it up and drank it cleanly. Even if she felt that her head was heavy, her eyelids were heavy, and her consciousness quickly became vague.

In that ambiguous illusion, I suddenly heard a gentle call: support.

Meng Fu shakes into a shock, and she thinks that she has heard the long-term call of the great-grandfather, but it doesn't seem like she wants to open her eyes to see who it is, but the body is heavy like iron, and she can't open her eyes anyway.

She was forced into sleep and her breathing was short.

The night was getting thicker, the ward was dark, the light in the distance blew over, and the house was half-bright and half-light, and the mother of Meng, who was on the bed, suddenly leaned over.

She leaned on the side of Meng Fu shaker, pulled out the needle of the infusion, and struggled to reach out and gently caress her hair.

She looked at her eyes gently and understood, painful and tolerant. If Meng Fu Sha could open his eyes, he would find that this look is exactly the same as that person.

The two people in the world who love her the most have the same look.

The light was light, and a faint yellow band hit the sleeping woman's face. Meng mother calmly caressed her hair and caressed her little daughter who had recovered.

With her thin fingers, she gently smoothed the eyebrow she was still struggling with in her sleep, with a satisfying and serene smile, and stroking the face under her finger.

This face is not a swaying face, but she knows that her soul is.

There is no reason, no explanation. The most difficult thing to explain in the world is the connection between blood and mind. They are so affectionate mothers and daughters. They have been living together for many years. They are teachers, sisters, friends, mothers, daughters and daughters. With the deepest emotions that are difficult for the world, they are deeply concerned about each other and understand the depths of their souls. Therefore, they can't leave her anyway, so she recognized the sway at first sight.

In addition to her daughter, who else in this world will have such bright and bright eyes?

"Unfortunately, you can't open your eyes, then look at your eyes..." Meng mother whispered, "Fulder, mother miss you, but mother, can't recognize you."

Recognizing her, the next thing can't be done, she can't help but shake and live forever.

"Are you very embarrassed?" She touched her scarred hand with distress. "I am making you embarrassed, right? He is shaking... You are a very kind and kind child."

"Go where you want to go, do what you want to do..." She smiled and put up the soft palm. "I saw your happiness. I saw someone with all my heart to love you, for a What is the mother, what is happier than this?"

Death is just an eternal sleep. Only knowing her happiness, she can lie down in bed.

"Go ahead..." She leaned down and kissed her fore.

"Mom always loves you."

The dim light illuminates the corner, the mother's pale lips in the light, and the daughter's clean amount is printed.

Going old and youth at the same time, true love never fears to leave.

Meng Fu’s eyes have not been able to open, but the corners of his eyes have slowly pulled out a tear. Under the faint yellow light, the flow reflects the pearl-like light.

Ms. Meng caught the tears and looked at it with ecstasy. Then she tightened the corner of Meng Fu’s shake and slowly lay back.

There was a small shatter in the darkness, and she slowly arranged herself in bed.

then