not a monster

The woman sitting cross-legged in the room said so, even if she talked about the past, her expression would not change the slightest.

As if it wasn't a story that happened to me, I was just a bystander who recorded someone's life, and I didn't participate in it from beginning to end.

"He wants me to love him."

She can't understand what love is, so she can't love him as he wants.

At that time she asked Du Ziheng what is love, just like asking this boy she didn't know now.

"What is love?" she asked.

Feng Wuli found himself unable to answer.

"It turns out that you don't know what love is."

This person doesn't know what love is, and Du Ziheng doesn't know what love is, and she doesn't know what love is either. She saw Du Ziheng crying in front of her, and she wanted to pull him up, but she just passed through his body.

Du Ziheng could no longer see her, nor could he touch her.

From that day on, Du Ziheng could no longer see or hear the monster.

When he raised his head again, there was only one stone statue left in the room.

"Ah Heng said that he made a dress for me with his own hands, and he wanted to bring it to me. He said that I would look good in it, so he went out."

"He seldom came back after that, and I forgot how long I haven't seen him." When she said this, she was still just telling a fact without emotion.

The woman stood up and took off her clothes as she walked, Feng Wuli hurriedly avoided her sight.

The red dress in her hand was taken over, and the woman changed her clothes here. She was as pure as white paper, and she did not have the embarrassment of human self-deception.

After she put on that dress, she was indeed beautiful. The red sun of the setting sun was at the end of the city, and the slanting golden light painted her face.

The setting sun passed through her body and fell on the stone statue behind her.

"This dress is also a part of you, and he couldn't see it at that time."

Mr. Du waited outside the door for an hour, and the chifu next to him kept staring at him. He was unnatural, and as the sun was about to set, he ordered a takeaway for the little girl.

Now Chifu squatted next to the stone beast, staring at him while eating.

There was a commotion in the house, and Mr. Du hurriedly looked around, only to see the boy coming out with a stone statue in his arms.

The stone statue was wrapped in a red cloth.

He was about to go up to him and say something, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a woman in red appearing beside the young man.

Feng Wuli thought he was Du Ziheng in the story.

But Duoxi asked, "Where's Ah Heng? Where's Du Ziheng?"

Mr. Du just said: "Second Uncle passed away last month."

Mr. Du has been a very inspired person since he was a child, just as he was able to see You Huang flashing past just now, when the yin and yang alternated at sunset and dusk, he also saw Duo Xi at this time, which ordinary people cannot see.

Duoxi heard that the little guy who grew up in her eyes is no longer alive, she didn't know what to think.

She asked Du Ziheng what he was doing before he passed away.

Mr. Du said that the second uncle has lived in this yard for several years, and his family property has been handed over to several nephews to take care of it.

But Du Ziheng seldom entered the backyard because he could no longer see Duoxi.

When he went out to the front yard that day, the wind happened to blow up, and the red dress was also blown away by the wind.

Just as the distance between him and Duo Xixin never got closer, he couldn't even put a red cloth on the stone statue in the end.

Du Ziheng searched for the dress here.

Going out every day, wandering in this street, even if the clothes are hanging on the branch, I pass him by every day, year after year.

When someone asked him what he was looking for, he shook his head and said nothing, the black hair found the white head.

One is in the front yard and the other is in the backyard, listening to cicadas in summer and watching snow in winter.

He thought that if he found the dress, he would be able to see Daxi again, but he lingered here for many years and missed the dress countless times.

Until the end, he never saw that woman again, as if he had been alone in his fantasy for the past few decades, as if there had never been that woman. The last time Du Ziheng entered the backyard, what he saw was still a compassionate stone statue.

He fell ill.

After his second uncle passed away, Mr. Du thought of what Du Ziheng was looking for before he passed away, so he printed out a leaflet and had it delivered nearby.

I am very happy to hear the words, but there is no sadness or joy. She is a stone, a monster, and cannot understand human emotions.

After hearing about the rest of that person's life, she just moved her lips calmly: "That's it."

"By the way, Second Uncle still has a letter, Second Uncle left a letter..."

Mr. Du ran into the house, he remembered that the letter was inside, and when he came out again, he had an envelope in his hand.

handed over to the woman.

Duoxi opened it and took out the letter inside.

"My wife, thank you so much—"

She looked at the letter quietly, and she knew most of what was told in it, it was that person's life.

It turns out that a person's life is so short that it can be explained completely on such a small piece of paper.

But his whole life was inseparable from her name.

Duo Xi read it line by line, and he taught him how to read.

She read very slowly, and no one urged her.

Then he read it calmly, put it away calmly, and turned his head to look at the house calmly.

Feng Wuli asked her: "What are your plans for the future?"

Mr. Du was also listening, this one might count himself... second aunt's existence, what's the next plan.

"Where is he buried?" she asked.

"In my hometown, in the mountains behind my hometown." Mr. Du replied.

Husband and wife should stay together forever, he said.

Daxi decided to go back and stay by his side, although these have nothing to do with love.

It's not Feng Wuli's business to take care of these things, it's really family business, but Mr. Du still asks him for help.

The main person paid for the money, and he sent Buddha to the west, so he followed him all the way.

Fortunately, Du Ziheng is a native of Junsha, and his hometown is not far away. The sun just set after an hour's drive. Fortunately, Feng Wuli followed, because Mr. Du could no longer see Duoxi.

Feng Wuli held the stone statue all the way up the mountain, Mr. Du led the way, and Chifu followed.

"It's in front."

Feng Wuli has good eyesight, seeing the small grave, Duoxi looked at the tombstone without saying a word.

Feng Wuli placed the stone statue next to the tombstone, Chifu's eyes changed from up to down, from side to side, frowning from time to time, which aroused Mr. Du's doubts.

"There are quite a lot of monsters here."

Mr. Du: "..."

Duoxi looked at her own stone statue leaning against the solitary grave, and walked slowly towards it.

She really didn't understand what love was, and she didn't know why Du Ziheng wanted her to love him.

After that day, she began to think, but she was just a stone, and after decades of thinking, she still couldn't understand what it meant for Du Ziheng to let her love him.

She knew that she was not a smart monster, she was always stupid, Ah Heng was already smarter than herself in just a few years, but when she asked Ah Heng what love was, Ah Heng couldn't answer.

But the letter said he loved himself.

It took even Ah Heng so long to understand what love is, so she probably had to think longer before she could whiten herself.

Daxi was thinking boredly, leaning against the tombstone.

She felt that when she figured out what love was, she could grant his wish.

"Look, Ah Heng, the platycodon flowers are blooming again."

The three of them went down the mountain. Mr. Du looked back and saw that there were platycodon flowers all over the mountain, and the stone statue under the moon was quietly nestling beside the tombstone.