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But someone told her.

You come to the world, you have to see the sun, you have to live well.

The child in the trash can will also be asked how warm the porridge is, and turn off the lights for her.

Only after he died, everyone said that she killed him, and the monster would kill everyone who came close to her, including all good intentions.

Since then, no one has woken her up to the cold tea, and no one has spent half her life studying with her.

Looking back, it has always been bleak, and there is no one waiting in the dimly lit place in the world.

"To live, isn't it just to live itself?" Ranbai asked calmly, without any emotion in his tone, and there was something unknown hidden in a trance.

It turns out...it turns out that way.

Such an easy answer.

There seemed to be tears in Laige's eyes. For the first time in so many years, he looked at the dyed white face-to-face, looked at the height of her eyebrows, and looked at the sea in her eyes. He suddenly realized that he hadn't really seen what his daughter looked like until today. After a long time, he asked softly, "Did you...have you thought of anyone in these years? Did you feel guilty for a moment? You—do you regret it later? Just a little bit, regretting the past."

Every word is very light, partial and heavy.

"I have never regretted it in my life," she said.

She only used seven words to answer her life, all this, this absurdity.

She believes in her every choice and respects her numerous decisions.

She has walked this road for a long time, met many people, and experienced many things. She has been weak, kind, and hopeful, and she has stepped on bones to rule the world.

When she wakes up, she still has to keep going. On the road she chose, there is no retreat, and there is no need to retreat. She walks without leaving room, regardless of whether he lives or dies, so what will the result be?

Conceited in her rationality, her whole body is unbreakable. If you say she is sober or sick, she should be like that.

She never looked back.

She is right.

Hearing these seven words, Laige slapped his ears heavily, his chest numb and trembling, as if he had been ripped apart by something, he recalled this life in a trance, and remembered that a long time ago, he might also remember dyeing white.

——the lonely child who lived in the attic when he was young.

At that time, she might be five years old, maybe six years old, maybe seven or eight years old. Like all the children in the world, she was crazy, playful, naughty and lively.

At that time, Laige passed under the fruit trees outside the attic. It was autumn, and the leaves were golden. It looked like a golden sea from a distance. The dead leaves fell with the wind and returned to the soil. The path was also covered with fallen leaves. The gaps between the trees cut the blue sky into pieces of blue.

He saw a touch of red clothes corners in the clear golden yellow, and the blood-red pupils hidden behind the branches and leaves, the pupils were as beautiful as rubies, staring at him without blinking.

Laige couldn't recognize who she was, and frowned. He was about to ask whose child it was, but saw the child on the tree blushing slowly, and whispered, "Daddy."

That look in his eyes made Leger remember it for a long time, and then he deliberately forgot it, didn't think about it, didn't think about what emotion was in his eyes, and as time passed, it was covered in dust that autumn.

To this day, Legge suddenly suddenly saw the scene many years ago. The child had been hiding behind the branches and leaves. He only saw those eyes. The young, round pupils in his memory gradually overlapped with the person in front of him. When he thought about it, the intimacy, admiration, and timid joy in those eyes were all gone. She grew up and changed.

Laige stared at a certain corner of the room for a long time, then looked at Ranbai, saw the red dress soaked in blood, suddenly cried and laughed, couldn't stop his voice, and looked like he was crazy.

"Just look, look at this last... What else do you have besides the monstrous power, the sins, and the scheming?"

"Actually, you are just like me, a poor thing... Poor thing."

In the end, the voice is getting lower and lower,

Can't catch trace.

Ranbai's face was expressionless, half of his face was sunk in the shadows, and he looked like a flickering ghost, and he paused every word: "I'm not pitiful."

She laughed suddenly, straightened up lazily, her eyes were half covered, she seemed a little sleepy, she walked out, her back turned to Laige: "It's a pity, it seems that there is nothing to say."

It's funny to say, this is actually the time they have talked the most over the years.

The first time and the last time.

Laige fell to the ground, just lying there, not wanting to get up at all, the cold temperature penetrated into the skin, and then gradually invaded the bone marrow, he only felt exhausted, he was really too tired, so tired that he didn't want to get up again, so tired that he wanted to be like this.

He slowly turned his eyes to look at the dyed white back, so lonely and upright, he suddenly remembered that she was so small when she was a child, and now she is so thin when she grows up, so that he always felt that the red dress was empty on her body, and he was also such a weak and thin person, how could he carry his entire life.

Why did it become such a difficult situation to end now? Even Laige himself didn't know. His lips trembled faintly, and from the depths of his throat, he made a faint and imperceptible voice, which was extremely hoarse and inaudible: "Can you..."

"What?" Ranbai stopped, but didn't turn around.

Laige slowly stopped his voice, as if the blade was stuck in his throat, unable to swallow or spit it out, he kept stabbing like this, day and night, for a long time, until his mouth was full of blood, it was too late.

He stared straight at that figure, reluctant to move away, like a ghost who has fallen into the abyss, remembering the executioner who caused him to lose everything, and like a drunkard looking at the last drop of wine left.

There are too many joys, sorrows, sorrows, resentments, hatreds, too many, how can I not tell clearly, burning a fire called the past, and finally extinguished, silence, ending, no temperature, unwillingness and struggle, nostalgia and nostalgia, all turned into ashes.

Laige suddenly roared with all his strength, uttered the last oath of blood, crying blood and resolutely, cutting gold and jade, the zither has been dropped, and the blade is gone——

"She and you! Me and you! We will never meet again!"

Ranbai had already walked to the door, and when she heard this sentence, she pushed open the door, and the moonlight came in from the outside, and it was on and off. She didn't stay for a moment, but said: "I have never been the same as you."

she left.

The door closes.

Return to silence.

It was as if it had never been here before, and nothing had happened.

The only sentence that stopped abruptly in the middle of the sentence was buried with flesh and blood before it was spoken.

A hot tear fell on the cold ground without warning, why he was crying, even he didn't know.

Laige was already crazy, but he became strangely quiet, as if he had returned to the past, the blood king standing under the ginkgo tree, looking up at the child on the tree in the golden ground.

Three thousand floating lives, just waking up from a big dream.

The moonlight can't come in, the light and shadow can't shine, the darkness grows, and it decays for a long time.

That was the last time they saw each other.

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