Great cause young maniac

He Hua woke up from the dream, her eyes were full of tears when she woke up, Fang Lian in the dream was still so real, even after 40 years, he seemed to be the mirror in the pool, did not understand his love, did not understand his sadness, I just thought that he liked to be indifferent, but I didn't know that it was loneliness.

Looking back, seeing Qiuli sleeping soundly next to him, Hehua felt very lucky, he found his reincarnation, he just needs to help him find what he lost, and then, what he has to do is to forget this thing that made him shudder. moving emotions.

The sudden dream made him miss the lotus pond in the dream, so he got up, put on his coat and opened the door, looked at Qiu Li who was sleeping soundly on the bed, then carefully closed the door, and walked towards the memory. to the lotus pond.

The ding-dong sound of the rain hitting the puddle is like a dream-like singing, which is very comfortable.

The houses in the inner courtyard of Truman are scattered, but they haven’t changed much from before. I don’t know if the previous lotus pond is still in place. He Hua lowered his eyebrows and passed through the pillars. on the clothes.

The lotus pond remained the same, except that the water in the April pond was clear and there was nothing, only the small fish in the pond spit out a bubble, writhed about and made a sound.The rainwater hit the surface of the water, creating tiny patterns, originally a dark area, but in his opinion, it still reminded him of the past.

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't wait for the young master to get angry before you know what you're afraid of."

A dim yellow lantern glows faintly in the distance.It was two Truman servants who were talking, one was holding a scarlet food box, the other was holding a lantern in his left hand and a large pine-yellow oil-paper umbrella in his right, muttering angrily incessantly.

"Don't say any more, let others listen to it, and I guarantee that the young master will get angry and punish us Yueyin."

"Yueyin is still light, it is possible to be driven out of the house."

"It's just a crazy old man, he just took the young master's nepotism, otherwise he would have starved to death on the street, I just delivered it late." The servant holding the food box complained more deeply.

"You are looking for death, and you dare to quarrel with me. Do you know who is in there? We, the previous generation of Chumen, can talk nonsense? Hurry up!"

All the servant's conversations fell into Hehua's ears, and he, who was dressed in thin and wet clothes, became one with the plants in the darkness, and he couldn't be found without looking closely.

He frowned slightly, the head of the previous generation of the Chu Clan...

that is not……

Suppressing the words in his heart, he tightened his clothes, and quietly followed the two figures to a small courtyard in Trumen that had been deserted for a long time.

He remembered that he used to live in this courtyard back then, and after so many years, the furnishings inside have not changed, but the objects are getting older, the valuable things are getting less and less, and the dust is getting thicker .

His slender fingers touched the back of the bench in the house, and something blocked his vision in his eye sockets, making the coldness and darkness much deeper.

"Hurry up, the old man is crazy and ruthless, holding a log and calling his son, it's frightening to death."

Hearing the sound, He Hua immediately hid behind the dusty screen, and did not make a sound with his light steps.

The two servants lit the ever-burning lamp in the house with the candles in the lantern, and then disappeared into the rain and night under the umbrella.

After so many years, he didn't expect that he returned to the old place because of a person.

He has no extra feelings for Truman, and the only person he hates has become what he is now. He is standing on the other side of the screen, about ten steps away from the group of figures.

The night in early spring was still chilly to the marrow, the figure hugged a short wooden stake, shrank in the corner of the wall, and murmured "here".

Hehua's eyes are always quietly watching the person huddled in the corner, his clothes have long been unable to distinguish the original color, the gray hair is nestled on the top of the head, and a pair of eyes are hidden in the gray hair Looking down, he couldn't see his original face clearly, his long beard was hanging down on his chest, stained with the crumbs from eating, and it had already turned a muddy color due to the long time.

He Hua took a step forward, wanting to step out of the screen, but found that his feet couldn't lift the second step for some reason, what was in his eye sockets made him feel like he was about to stop breathing, and what made him feel cold like Bing, isn't this the result he has been looking forward to every day?

Why did his heart hurt like a knife when he saw the man who held him in his arms, holding a piece of wood and calling his nickname affectionately.

Why did he have to kill him so ruthlessly back then, why did he hold the small boat and cry every night after his death, and why did he fall to this state.

"Here, Daddy misses you, Daddy has regretted it all his life..." The haggard-looking man hugged the wood in his arms tightly, and knocked his head against the wall one after another.

"Well, daddy regrets it, daddy regrets it... Well, daddy misses you..."

He Hua turned his face away, the tears in his eyes couldn't bear the pain in his heart, they slid down the corners of his eyes and into his mouth, the bitterness was unbearable.

He raised his hand and wiped his eyes indiscriminately, trying to let the tears disappear.

"Dong dong dong..." The figure kept knocking against the wall, and the sound was getting louder.

"Here, my good boy, Daddy misses you...here..."

He Hua wanted to move, and his feet seemed to be rooted. He should hate him, because he killed him with his own hands, brought him into this world, and cut off his neck with his own hands. In the dream, I saw his hideous and terrifying eyes.

It's just why the man huddled in the corner cried out his name over and over again: "I miss you, I regret it all my life."

He thought about many scenes when he met again, he could make him kneel on the ground, begging for mercy over and over again, he could tie him up, cut off his flesh piece by piece with a knife, and let him die in pain.

Only I didn't think about it.

He doesn't understand him, because at this moment, he is holding a piece of short wood, caressing the wood carefully, and kissing the place where he caressed carefully, and tears fall on it. He will carefully take out a piece of fine cloth and gently rub it Then he hugged him tightly in his arms, shaking and coaxing like a child falling asleep, and singing the songs he could always hear when he was a child.

"Hey, baby, daddy puts you to sleep."

That figure kept shrinking in the corner until he thought that the "child" in his arms had fallen asleep, then he got up and carefully placed the wooden child on a bunk made of hay, and took off the only thick cloth on his body. Clothes to cover the piece of wood.

"Here, be good, daddy will go to the imperial city to bring back some interesting wood carvings for you, be good."

He staggered and stood upright. At this time, He Hua's face was already full of tears like rain, but when he heard what he just said, the tears came surging again.

With a muffled sound, the figure fell heavily on the ground. The figure raised its head, as if it found He Hua standing behind the screen. He stretched out his hand towards him, and the long shadow of his fingers landed on the screen. A faint voice came from his mouth. : "Hey, is that you? Here... Daddy misses you..."

Half sober, half obsessed, he lives in a world where he is alone, punishing himself with his madness, repeating the scene when his son was still alive over and over again.

He Hua was stiff and motionless, and slowly raised her hand across the screen, sucking the sour breath that was swollen with tears, the pearls in her eyes rolled down one by one, as if the thread was torn off by someone, each one was watery The light is bright.

The trembling lips wanted to speak, but they were only opened and then tightly pursed, the inner emotions disturbed all his clarity.

The pale fingertips finally touched the finger shadows that fell on the screen. It was the holding hands again after countless years, which made Hehua cry and laugh, and after laughing, he raised his head and bit his lips and wept silently.