LRAB Chapter 520: Don’t speak ill of those close to you
Chapter 520: Don’t speak ill of those close to you
Was my home in my previous life fake?
Or is it that my life is a fake?
Is love fake? The world is fake... so is love...
What if you have never experienced false love?
Now I can have a cat, and finally I don’t have to keep that nasty dog anymore…
Now I can finally grow my own flowers without having to listen to them talking, which is meaningless.
Now I can finally laugh crazily when I'm alone at home, and they won't randomly call me crazy...
There are not so many meaningful things in the world, not so many interesting things...but this is life. Even if it is as rotten as a piece of dog shit, there will always be people who like it.
Why do you like it?
Perhaps it is because life exists because of a few moments, the first time you see fireworks blooming, the first time you smell the scent of flowers, the first time you hear the traffic whizzing past your ears, the first time you hear the wind blowing the fallen leaves and the loud sound.
Maybe it's because of being able to run to freedom.
The witch's black cat is really interesting~
After changing into a whole set of clothes, I still look about 15 or 16 years old. This set of clothes makes me look more like a witch...
A huge and slightly oversized hat, a slightly long skirt that covers the whole body, a pair of long gloves that reach the arms, a slightly huge earlobe, overly long hair that reaches the waist, and finally a cute black cat standing on the shoulder.
If I tell others that I’m not a witch with this outfit, no one will believe me!
Yes, it's perfect!
I’ve been wanting to try this outfit for a while now, but first I have to go get my things home.
The Lawrence family has recently been counting the things that Norinshi once brought over, mainly for compensation.
The family was indeed in a small difficulty at the time, so he used many of his own things to make up for it. He looked at the things in the room and asked the other party: "You said these are all mine?"
"If you think it's not enough, we can prepare some more..." Although he was once on good terms with the family members, so much time has passed after all. Moreover, how could he treat a guy who was suspected to be dead and came back to life with a normal mind?
"That's enough. I want to ask, didn't my student leave me a letter?" He looked a little lonely, perhaps because he couldn't forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye...
But I do miss my students.
"Nothing... indeed nothing is left."
"Yeah... I see. Okay, yeah, I'm going to the cemetery to visit my loved ones and relatives. Thank you."
The family cemetery moved the grave, and Lawrence was moved from the common cemetery of the nobles to a private grave. Of course, it didn't matter whether it was moved or not, after all, only a handful of ashes was left of him.
I went to buy some flowers. The pure white and beautiful flowers were the end of everything…
Why do people like to use white flowers to commemorate? Perhaps it is because of the pure white flowers. People hope that the soul is as pure and flawless as the flowers, and that the soul is as full of vitality as the flowers...
I hope that like the flower of the soul, I can always face the world with the most beautiful attitude.
Such a pure soul and such pure everything are hard to forget.
After such a long time, I came to the place whose name had been almost eroded by the wind, and started to dig with my fingernails. In fact, the stone was also very fragile, and I even dug a few holes in it with my hands...
If the nail didn't bleed, you might think the stone tablet needed to be replaced.
He poured the anti-corrosion agent on it again, then used his fingers to slowly scrape the name and life story off the tombstone.
Blood kept flowing out from his nails, and then kept returning to its original state. The entire tombstone was covered with all kinds of blood. He sighed and wiped it as best he could with his clothes. He didn't bring a handkerchief...
I can't clean it no matter what...
The child was eventually moved to this grave, and because of his own reasons, his relatives also came to this cold place...
I started singing a boring song along the wind. After a while, I heard the accompaniment. I sang so badly, is there anyone willing to accompany me?
I opened my eyes and saw a familiar person: "Long time no see..."
"It sounds like you had a great trip. Can you tell me about the scenery along the way?"
The other person sat next to him and poured him a glass of wine, but he didn't drink it. He didn't want to drink now because even alcohol couldn't relieve his current sadness.
"If you're really unhappy, do you want me to play a ballad? The ballad of the best bard in the world~"
"Or do you want apple cider instead of dandelion wine? If you want, Fengshen Brew is also OK~"
"Say something... Did you hurt your throat? Can I help you take a look?"
"..." Without saying anything, he was immersed in his own world, digging out another person's name with his hands. The child's tombstone had been almost corroded because the stone used was the best stone that guy had promised! If you are still alive, you just wait for me!
"You smell like a dead god. You killed a god, didn't you?"
"..." He finally finished, and after saying the last word, he looked at his bloody hands for a moment, and they became clean again. He rubbed them vigorously with the sleeve of his other clothes.
"Oops...wait!" The other person began to sneeze one after another, as if he was too close to me. "Is there a cat on you?"
"Just now a very cute cat rested on my shoulder for a while. Sorry, I forgot about your allergy. I should have changed my clothes earlier..."
I patted his shoulders and shook off the cat hair. "Sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you. I was just immersed in the past. It's the time when I need to calm down a little and let the world feel as if I am the only one left."
"So you need to tell me your troubles? Wind, I'll always listen~"
"…No need. It's enough for one person to bear the pain alone. If I tell too many people, they will suffer like me, and that won't be fair to them."
Nuo Linxi lowered her head and looked at the bloody sleeves of her clothes. How could she wash them cleanly?
"You don't look happy?"
"How can I be happy? I'm not saying this to you, I'm just saying that I'm really sad..." Don't bring emotions into a good friendship. You are willing to tell others about your sorrow because he is very important to you.