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"But I never thought of leaving you, no matter what, how could we not want you?" In my dreams, the outlines of my parents are always unclear, and the voice of love is even more vague and weak. The bond of family is as delicate as a reed, easily broken by the wind.
Feng Tian She cried so hard that she almost choked, unable to catch her breath. She desperately inhaled, hoping to hold on a little longer, and longer still, wishing someone would find her lying on the ground in time.
Although Xiao Hei and Bai Xue were licking her face with their wet tongues, thinking that their owner was playing with them, if Feng Tian were awake and energetic, she would definitely go and tap their heads, criticizing them for not being clean. Now Feng Tian's sense of autonomy is completely out of control, gradually sinking into the depths.
In her final moments of clarity, tears still glistened in her eyes, and many fragmented memories flashed through her mind.
What a talent for being a master of deception! Clearly nothing has been let go, yet one can still deceive oneself, convincing oneself that everything has passed. This is a pitiful fool who can't even find the right direction to escape, running in all directions but getting nowhere.
Over the years, Feng Tian has written about the ups and downs of life. People say that "nine out of ten times, it's all sorrow and suffering," criticizing her for inflicting excessive emotional pain. Eventually, she finally let go of her pen without any reluctance. However, the sorrow in her writing will forever quietly flow in the moonlit lotus pond. Once someone approaches, they will be drawn into the vortex, only to come out later cursing, "The author tricked me into tears."
No one has truly empathized with her, and her pen doesn't have that function either, so why bother writing anything? This world is clearly a huge irreversible scam.
Feng Tian, does anyone in the world truly care about you, not about your success, but about whether you have eaten, whether you are warm?
Is there anyone secretly loving you?
A group of people ran towards her, but now, it's really too late, isn't it? In a daze, that string of shells exploded in her mind again - "Mom and Dad are just looking out for your best interests! What kind of future can you have like this? Can't you just be normal, is it that hard? Everyone else is fine, why do you have to be like this..."
She forced a smile, remembering the last words they had exchanged: "You've grown up, you've got wings now. If you're so capable, then don't bother coming back home." Even the way of threatening was so simple.
For her, the scariest thing is when everyone is the same, with no change, no deviation, no endurance, and everything is just the same old routine. At that moment, the person holding the whip seems so lonely, so abnormal. They are unwilling to help her.
"Can't you just be normal?"
"Cannot."
"What do you mean by 'too heartbreaking'? Can someone die from being too heartbroken? Explain it clearly to me. How could she be gone when she was perfectly fine? She's so young, not even thirty yet!"
"Auntie, uncle, please calm down..."
"How can we calm down? How can I calm down? She's our only daughter, our one and only daughter. What do you want us to do?"
The doctor took off his hat and walked away without looking back. He seemed to have seen this kind of situation many times, or perhaps these kinds of parents. He still had to go and issue a death certificate, and go to supplement the rescue records. This little girl was really pitiful. Perhaps life and death are predetermined, but even after death, she had to encounter these things. The doctor shook his head.
"Does she hate us so much that she wants to die?" Finally, one felt dizzy and about to fall to the ground, while the other one supported her.
Meng Xin feels a chill throughout his body, and the pain is so intense that it reaches the nerve endings. Would the outcome have been different if he hadn't walked with He Meng that day?
He Meng only met Feng Tian once, and upon hearing the news, she fainted. For her, Feng Tian was a kindred spirit she had only met once, and now they are parted forever. She is tormented by unfulfilled promises and regrets missing out on Feng Tian's past.
But Meng Xin squatted down, hugged his head and thought, who can be responsible for the future of Feng Tian?
Even if it's him, even if it's him, he loves her, but he can't be Friday, and Feng Tian is not Robinson.
Her biological parents, even after she died, still blamed her for hating them. They didn't understand her at all. Feng Tian was utterly disappointed with life. There was no hatred. Hatred is a stronger emotion than love, and hating them would have been a waste of Feng Tian's spirit.
No one wants to die, and Feng Tian didn't want to either. She just reached the limit of her spirit.
Meng Xin returned to the courtyard, picked up the bamboo flute again, and played the "Love and Death" from the Peony Pavilion suite. He was a firm materialist and knew clearly that there couldn't be an afterlife for humans. But if, if death is the key to another dimension, he hopes Feng Tian will be happy every day, forever joyful. As long as she is happy, it doesn't matter if they never meet again. He wants her to be a little happier.
Next year, the flowers in the courtyard will bloom beautifully, and even the withered peony pot will bloom again.
After Xiao Hei and Bai Xue left Feng Tian, their personalities were no longer as lively as before. He Meng is from things to people, things change but people do not, tears flow freely.
She used to be the most promising erhu player in the orchestra, seen by everyone as a rising star who could compete for the top spot. But now she is just an ordinary erhu performer with some online popularity. It suddenly dawned on her that sometimes all it takes is an opportunity. She has never been competitive, she loves the erhu and playing it, but she doesn't want to compete for the top spot in the orchestra, nor does she want to be kidnapped by too much praise.
However, if she could turn back time, she wouldn't set foot here again. She doesn't want Feng Tian to be her opportunity. Feng Tian must live on according to her own wishes.
If you have never seen the truth, perhaps everyone can muddle through, but when the truth is in front of you, can you bear to let go?
Feng Tian, Feng Tian, Feng Tian ah.
He Meng thought for a moment, took out his phone, and took a picture of a peony with Bai Xue and Xiao Hei, then sent it to the current leader of the band, Meng Xin. Meng Xin is very talented; he plays the bamboo flute and is also skilled at arranging music. In his bamboo flute, you can hear the wind on the ridges, the birds singing in the courtyard, and even Feng Tian's laughter.
If only they had come a little earlier that day, or moved a little faster, or simply not left at all.
Feng Tian left, Meng Xin also self-injured, becoming a loner. He clearly self-injured, but always played cheerful tunes when thinking of Feng Tian.
He Meng rubbed his eyes red, not knowing what to feel.
At this moment, my phone "dinged" and Meng Xin sent an old photo of Feng Tian: the background was a hillside covered in incredibly colorful wildflowers, vibrant and lively beyond words. Standing in the corner, she was wearing only a simple white dress, smiling more dazzlingly than the flowers, radiant and eye-catching.
This was an overflowing freedom, a kind of vitality that was exuberant, expansive, and could almost burst forth into a small universe.
"Wait until the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs among the bushes."
This is the real Feng Tian.
He Meng Very happy, yet very sad, she dared not think too much about the reasons, and clicked to save this precious photo, let this moment be frozen in eternity.
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