Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 238 Knife under the candle

"Brother Six," heard the call of the sixth child, a plump yellow-clad elder sister walked out of the bamboo hut, "Si Mao is not here, are you looking for him... Yo, two masters... What is our Shimao? Something?"

   "It's okay," the sixth man waved his hand quickly, "Where did he go?"

   "He said he was going to the fields...I don't know where he went to fool around, or you should go to the fields first."

  The field is at the far southern end. The three people exchanged a few words with the eldest sister and then turned around and walked south again.

The sky was getting late. When the three of them walked to the field, the night had already covered the world. There was no one in the empty field. Xiaolan and Jasmine sighed and suggested that they should find another one first. Was rejected by the sixth.

   "Master Seeking Source, we must not forget the ancient teachings of Murakami," the sixth stepped hurriedly. "You have to enter the house before dark. We have to do this all the time except for the days when the two of you do things."

  There is still this rule.

  Xiaolan and Jasmine look at each other.

"I have to go back. The two of you should go back to the old house before it’s dark. You can check again tomorrow," the sixth man said and was about to leave. "It just happens that the old house is right next to here. All day long, I'm leaving first..."

  The sixth child hurriedly left after speaking, as if he was afraid that the two would keep him.

The dark blue sky was slowly pressed over, and there was no one to lead the way, and the two could only rush back to the old house. The old house was even darker. They fumbled for a long time, and finally found a broken candle. The small orange fire illuminates the low living room, and the two of them relax as they see each other's face clearly.

   Jasmine frowned when she looked at the messy bed.

Xiaolan, who had already climbed into bed, knew that Jasmine was disgusting that the bedding was dirty. After thinking about it, she took off her coat and spread it on the bed sheet. She patted the bed and said, "Now, my coat is not dirty. Come here. Go to sleep."

   Jasmine's eyes visibly moved.

   Xiaolan thought that Jasmine was not accustomed to someone sleeping next to her, so she quickly moved aside, and stopped urging, and turned her back.

   "When you are ready to sleep, put out the candle."

   Xiaolan turned her back, her voice was dull, and when it was not too much, a rustling voice rang behind her, Xiaolan calmed down, and as soon as she closed her eyes, her sleepiness was like a flood.

   "I blame you!"

  Screaming.

  The scream of the woman.

   "It's all to blame! It's all you!..."

  The scream seemed to be hidden in the quilt, and it became unclear when it passed into Xiaolan's ears.

   "I blame you, I blame you! If it weren't for you!..."

  A force slammed Xiaolan's body down and down, but that force did not directly fall on Xiaolan, but was transmitted through something.

   Xiaolan wanted to open her eyes, but couldn't open them anyway.

   Reach out.

  It's a narrow space, it seems to be liquid around.

  But, it was very warm.

  I want to stay here all the time, warm and safe.

  If it wasn’t for this annoying beating...

  "Don't fight! Mu Yun! Can't fight anymore!"

   "I hate him! It's all because of him!..."

   "Can't fight! Didn't you see him moving? He is moving!"

  After a few seconds, Xiaolan realized that she had entered other people’s dreams again.

  After I came here, I met so many people. Whose dream is this?

   still can't open my eyes.

  Xiaolan stretched her body forcefully, only to feel that her whole body was restrained. Suddenly, the warm liquid surrounding her disappeared, and her surroundings suddenly became cold, and a feeling of suffocation hit her brain violently.

"what!--"

   Screaming screaming.

  Can't breathe anymore.

   Xiaolan suffocated her chest and felt her body start to spin rapidly, and her consciousness returned to her head little by little.

  It was quiet.

  Having already had experience, Xiaolan understood that the dream was over and she finally returned to reality.

  This time I don’t even know who the owner of the dreamland is.

   Xiaolan panted slightly, closed his eyes tightly, and rolled over.

  There is something next to him.

   Xiaolan rubbed his eyes, sleepy eyes, and gently opened a slit to look over.

  The flame flickered.

  Is the candle still not extinguished?

  Reflecting the orange candlelight, Xiaolan saw a black figure sitting down beside her, bending her upper body to look at her.

  The man's hands were supported on his thighs, silver light flashed, and a dagger appeared in the man's right palm.

   "Jasmine?"

   Xiaolan saw the person clearly, propped up his upper body, and shouted suspiciously.

  Jasmine didn't say a word, she only held the dagger tightly, staring at Xiaolan, her apricot eyes twinkling in the middle of the night, but the light in her eyes was unfathomable.

   "Jasmine," Xiaolan sat up and looked at Jasmine directly, "What's the matter, have you had a nightmare?"

   Jasmine reacted.

  A smile.

  A pale smile, with a trace of despair and self-deprecating.

  Why.

  When I saw a woman who used to fight a big fight in the middle of the night holding a knife and looking at her, why did the first sentence be "have a nightmare?"

what you up to.

  Are you crazy.

are you crazy.

  These are the problems that should arise.

  Even a direct fight is an understandable response.

  Why is this sentence, why is it that I shake myself again, this sentence.

   "I have a nightmare."

   Jasmine's voice is ethereal and illusory, with a tired and heavy voice.

   "I have a nightmare too," Xiaolan grabbed Jasmine's hand, her eyes widened, "but I didn't figure out the content of the dream, what did you dream of?"

   Jasmine's lips moved a few times, and she suddenly raised her eyes to meet Xiaolan's gaze.

   "I dreamed that the one I loved died and was killed."

   "Ah..." Xiaolan retracted her neck awkwardly, "Sorry, I didn't ask it on purpose."

   Jasmine shook her head without emotion, "The one who killed him doesn't remember him anymore."

   Xiaolan nodded quickly, waiting for Jasmine to continue.

   "And... the person who killed him was a good person, what should I do?"

   "Is he... a good person?" Xiaolan asked cautiously.

  Jasmine knew what Xiaolan was referring to, "The person I love is the best person in the world."

"This..." Xiaolan didn't know what this series of questions meant, so she could only express her meaning first. "Maybe it's the agreement between them, maybe there are difficulties, but in any case, you shouldn't let it This matter affects me too much."

"Even if you are the one you love the most, after he leaves, you have to continue your own life," Xiaolan continued, "Whether you live in hatred or self-blame, the most important thing is your own life. "

  Jasmine was silent, Xiaolan saw Jasmine trembling slightly.

"I don't know what happened to you, but I hope you can wake up from that and live for yourself," Xiaolan said lowly, "For myself, all the previous things have been forgotten. I have also been searching and want to understand my own life experience, but I do this not to remember the past, but to live better in the future."

  (End of this chapter)