petition to god

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The sky was completely dark, the rain was gradually slowing down, and the fields and forests in the mountains faintly lit up a few clusters of melting lights, reflecting the lights of thousands of families in Liangxian Village.

Nan Xi let go of her grandma's hand, wiped away the tears on her face, remained silent, her back was thin and lonely.Sighing a few times, the tearing feeling in his heart was still clear, his fingertips unconsciously curled up towards his palm, he looked out the window in pain, and there was a gray cloud in his lax eyes.

Legs were numb from sitting, Nan Xi twisted her body to support the rush mat, stood up unsteadily, staggered and almost fell.He pursed his lips, walked towards the door step by step, put his hands on the door frame, and said softly to his grandma, "The Qianshui Temple is about to be demolished."

Grandma grabbed the crutches, struggled to stabilize her body, staggered to Nan Xi, and took his hand.The old and the young stepped out of the back room, only a dozen meters away from the door, but they walked for a long time.

Nan Xi changed his shoes at the entrance, packed a pack of cigarettes, and was about to pull the door, but his raised hand stopped in mid-air. He thought for a while, turned around and hugged grandma, and finally smelled her body: " Just... take care of yourself."

The sound of pattering rain pierced into the house, Nan Xi stepped out of the wooden house, his footsteps paused, and the grandmother behind him called him.He turned his head and saw grandma clenched her cane tightly, her legs were trembling, her expression was lonely, and she was about to be unable to support herself: "Nan Xi, my child, don't do anything stupid."

His clothes were wet from the rain, and there were drops of water on his eyelashes. Nan Xi's figure was hidden in the darkness. He smiled and waved his hand reluctantly at grandma: "Grandma, I'm sorry."

"I miss Ran Yao so much."

Qianshui Temple was obscured by the dense rain and fog, and the outline could not be seen clearly. The surrounding bamboo forests were all cut down, the stone walls collapsed, and the original thorn bushes had already been flattened.

The hillside was full of silt, Nan Xitang fell into a puddle, his clothes were completely wet, he got through the construction blockade with hands and feet, wiped the water from his eyes, and stepped on the stone steps leading to Qianshui Temple.

Only broken walls and tiles remained in the dilapidated gate of the temple. The linden tree in the courtyard had been uprooted. Two bulldozers were parked beside the side hall. walked in.

The eight god statues were hideous, standing side by side, and the incense on the altar was filled with a little incense ashes. There was nothing here, it was empty and lonely, with a desolate wind, and it was bitingly cold.

Nan Xi's gaze quickly swept from left to right. He was not in a hurry, took out a cigarette pack soaked in rainwater, lighted one with great effort, and warmed up his body for a while.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, there was a "swishling" sound in his ears, and the ninth statue appeared in a corner of the hall. He walked over, sat down, and took two more puffs of cigarettes. He raised his head and met those small black eyes without any surprise.

"Long time no see." Nan Xi greeted calmly, "I didn't expect to meet again."

He picked up the household chores like an old friend—

"Have you met Ran Yao, is she more beautiful than when she was a child?"

"However, my temperament hasn't changed much, I still like to cry so much."

"Don't look at him listening to me, he has his own ideas, and he can always catch me by surprise."

"He is so ignorant of himself that he caused me so much pain."

"It's all my fault. I failed to give him a sense of security. It's my fault."

After chatting a few words, the smoke between his fingers had already burned out. Nan Xi crushed out the faint spark, put it in his pocket, supported his upper body with his arms back, and looked up at the mottled wall. The mural had faded. The color, the ink lost its color, and there was only monotonous gray and white in his eyes. He moved his Adam's apple, blinked his eyes, and said sincerely to the void: "I want to see Ran Yao again."

Nan Xi scratched her hair, rubbed her face to warm up, pulled up her neckline, and shook the wet clothes on her body, trying to make herself look more energetic, as if she was about to go on a blind date next second, with a little excitement and enthusiasm in her heart. nervous.

"Ran Yao made me worry since I was a child, this is the most worrying time."

"There are still many regrets between us. I hope you can give me some time so that I can make up and repay."

"Ran Yao always hopes that tomorrow I can also like him, love him, and I want to fulfill his wish."

Nan Xi crossed his legs, his haggard face due to excessive negativity finally had a trace of life at this moment: "Ran Yao, he must live, he will be healthy, wealthy, and live a long life."

Nan Xi made a decision in his heart, he put his hand into his pocket, and held the thin piece of drawing paper, which was the most precious thing in his life: "So, my wish is——"

……

"Tick, tick, tick."

Messy voices scrambled to be squeezed into the ears, and the blank mind was filled with the picture of the backward time. In the blurred field of vision, only a glare of light could be seen.After a long time, the back of his hand began to throb with pain. Nan Xi slowly opened his tired eyelids, opened his mouth weakly, and let the air flow into his body. The noise struggled in the ear canal for a moment, and then withdrew from the ear. He looked tiredly at the hanging bottle on the bedside, and felt his weak breathing.

Nan Xi twisted her head stiffly, looking at the calendar on the wall - August 8th.

His consciousness suddenly came to his senses, and his soul immediately returned to his body. He anxiously stalked his neck and looked around. The narrow ward, the bright window sash, the flowers and fruit baskets on the bed cabinet, his eyes quickly wandered around the room, and finally stopped at On the narrow door glass, Nan Xi could hear his own heart beating like a drum, and it was hitting his chest terribly at this moment.

He saw Ran Yao.

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