No one knows that the woman's death was actually Lin Xiaoyi's act. The old men and women who used to have a good relationship with her only occasionally think of this poor fat girl after lunch and wonder how they went crazy and even poured sulfuric acid on themselves.
Lin Xiaoyi and his father lived peacefully for seven or eight years, and no one broke into their lives again. His father no longer accepted any women because of the departure of the two women, and he dared not give any more love because his love had long been exhausted.
One night, Lin Xiaoyi suddenly woke up with a start. She walked out of the room, quietly opened the door of her father's room, and walked to his bed. Tears poured down in tears. She dreamt without warning that her father was about to leave herself and die, but she could do nothing.
The next night, Lin Fu left work very late and came out of the company. Seeing the good night, he felt a sudden impulse and wanted to walk around. I remember that he and his favorite woman used to walk like this before.
He walked aimlessly, the night breeze blowing gently, bringing some refreshing. Tired of walking, he sat down on a bench and looked up at the starry sky, as memories slowly emerged.
"Honey, do you know what that constellation is called?" asked the lover, leaning against her arms and pointing to a part of the night sky.
"Where?" he asked with a smile.
"That's where it is. Didn't you see three very bright stars connecting together where I was pointing?"
"Oh, that's the Wife seat!"
"Haha, how could there be a Wife sign? Haha, that's the belt of Orion! You see, not far from them, there's a very bright star, that's the arrow of Orion. Haha, you have gained knowledge!"
"Oh, I've grown a lot. Wife, you're my brightest star! I'll love you until that star rots!"
"Eh! It's hard to hear..." Although she was a bit unhappy with this man's somewhat crude words, she was still very happy in her heart.
"Father Lin recalled all this with a smile on his face and said, 'Dear wife, although you are not in my arms, you will always shine!'"
Thinking about it, the man's eyes are actually a bit moist
It seems a bit late. If she doesn't go back, her daughter should worry. After all, there are still people who need to protect themselves. Lin Fu stood up and decided to take a short walk around.
Everything was just so coincidental. As Lin Fu was walking through a secluded street, an outer wall glass fell from the top of a building under construction above his head. The tremendous impact of the glass broke through several fragile safety nets, and it continued to disappear. Just as Lin Fu heard the sound of breaking the air and raised his head, the glass was cut straight towards his raised head.
Lin Fu fell down, the hard outer wall glass shattered like stars, and his head and body were completely separated. He rolled aside several times, until a pair of feet blocked the way. These feet were not others, but Lin Xiaoyi, who had already cried into tears.
Lin Xiaoyi looked at her father's head with tearful eyes and slowly leaned over to pick it up. She walked towards his body, sat down, straightened her legs, and despite the blood and broken glass on the ground, pillowed her father's head on her thigh. Then she forcefully hugged her father's upper body and leaned against the outside of her thigh to engage his head with his body. At this point, Lin Xiaoyi was already on the verge of collapse. She took out the prepared needle and thread and quietly wiped her tears, While penetrating the broken skin with a needle, each needle carefully stitched his father's head and body together.
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On such a quiet night, on the remote roadside, a thin and beautiful body shivered with tears. In her arms, was the head of her wiped father, with a ring of fine stitches around her neck, a stiff and burly body underneath, and a vast abyss of red beneath it.
The person who loves himself the most and cannot be separated from him goes away like this. The inexplicable sense of loss and emptiness as relentless as a meteorite falling stirs Lin Xiaoyi's heart as hard as she can to strengthen.
"She couldn't stop it, just because she was blocked by a transparent wall, covering her face and trembling as she watched her father fall in front of her. She shouted loudly and tried her best to knock on the real nothingness in front of her, only to collapse on her knees..."
Lin Xiaoyi put her father away and called an ambulance. She calmly watched as her father was covered with white cloth and pushed into the morgue.
A few days later, Lin Xiaoyi took his father's ashes back to his old house and prepared to place them on the dusty bedside. She knew that was the place his father most wanted to go.
"My father left in this way, and Lin Xiaoyi quietly left the empty new home, bringing with her all the savings she could find, including a bank card that her father used as a password the date of his biological mother's departure, an admission notice that she had not yet shown her father, and a travel bag that her father gave her on her 18th birthday.", At that time, her father said to her: "Daughter, I'm sorry, Dad didn't make you live the life I want you to live. Today, Dad sent you this bag, hoping that in the future you will find your own happiness when you leave this home. People, living a lifetime is like traveling, and even a warm place won't become a permanent residence. In the future, when you go to college or leave this home, or even leave this city or country, remember to bring this bag, although it's not too famous "You, but it will represent Dad and accompany you all the way, watching you fill it with happiness, okay?" Father's smiling face in the candlelight was so clear
After pausing her memory, Lin Xiaoyi set off to the old house. The familiar corridor, the familiar gate, inserting the key, and turning it on are indeed a painful past.
She stood in the middle of the living room, watching everything around her covered with thick dust, smelling the smell of decay and damp, and recalling the fuzzy and mottled past. Her heart is like the dried and cracked soil in a decaying potted plant by the window.
When she walked into her father's room, the bloodstains on the ground had already turned black and were almost indistinguishable from the dust. However, when she looked up and saw the photo that should have been torn in half, she was stunned. Her father's half was missing, while her mother's half was lying quietly aside, and her smile in the photo was still sweet.
Lin Xiaoyi originally came back to lay down her father's ashes and then take away her mother's photo or two and a half photos. She naively thought that if one day her mother came back and saw this intact home, she might be moved and return to this broken home as her father expected. Then she should leave this half photo of her father so that her mother felt that her father was only waiting for her to reunite. Now that the photo of my father is missing, let's forget it.
Lin Xiaoyi picked up the photo, turned around and was about to leave, but at that moment, the door of the room suddenly slammed tightly and the light went out. She turned her head in a panic. At this moment, using the cold moonlight from the balcony, she seemed to see the strange slight protrusion of the bed that should have been flat. She was extremely nervous, and for a moment, her feet were disordered, and she gasped nervously, as if after a long time, before summoning her courage, she timidly moved over, tugging at one corner of the quilt, and suddenly pulled the quilt aside, causing a smell of fishiness. When she saw the person on the bed, Already weak, limping to the ground.
My God? Isn't this the woman in the photo who has kept my father waiting for ten years!
Lin Xiaoyi struggled to stand up, walked to the bedside, turned on the bedside lamp, and calmly looked at the sleeping woman. No, it should be a woman who had just died a few days ago. She was holding the half photo of her father on her chest, but the half photo was divided into two parts. The head and body of her father were disconnected, neatly disconnected, as if it had been cut off by merciless glass that night, while her mother was holding the photo on her left and right wrists, Each had two deep wounds, a gnawing black.