I have a jasmine flower, which blooms faintly and smells faintly. After the hatred disappeared, born to love.
Chapter 1
The dark corner was cold and wet, the sun didn't come in, and the birds didn't come. I curled up and sat there, hugging my body with both hands, and tears flowed all the way to the little jasmine next to me. This is the only posture I remember in 17 years of amnesia. Without sunshine and water, my poor little jasmine can only be fed by my tears.
"You shouldn't cry." This is what my mother-in-law told me.
We have no name, no past, no heart, only strong hatred, hopeless human beings peeping into another world.
We look numb, hateful, vengeful and confused, devouring sadness.
We have been alone for thousands of years, waiting for thousands of years and missing for thousands of years.
Once you have feelings, despair becomes hurt.
However, how can we forget the past? What can I hate without a past?
So, my mother-in-law asked me to leave the habitat where I was raised and go to that strange world to find the answer that has puzzled me for 17 years. Come back when you find it.
chapter two
The cement floor of human beings is flat and clean, which is many times stronger than the wet and muddy road. The shops on both sides are tall and magnificent, and people come and go in the street, which is very lively. But I don't like it here, because he abandoned me 17 years ago, pushing me into a long dead silence and living hopelessly 17 years.
During the day, the sun is very hot and shines on me one by one, as if to evaporate all the water in my body. Finally, I fell to the ground like a dehydrated plant.
People in the street will still walk or stop, but they won't notice me at all. At this moment, the innate hatred is slowly recovering, and I am ignorant and desperate bit by bit.
"Give me water." I said with a dry throat.
Then, there was really water flowing into my body. I looked up hard and saw the thin boy with a water bottle in front of me look familiar.
Those souls who have been imprisoned for generations, those silent traces that have not been heard from, those beautiful times that have been hastily built, those love and panic that have grown in a short time, and those pure white moments that have passed away are all just to come to this world and look for your traces.
chapter three
"If you keep drinking like this, I will go bankrupt." He threw the 13 empty bottle I drank into the bag with one hand, leaving only five dollars in his hand and shouting at me.
"There is no way, who asked you to save me." I swallowed this hard-won water greedily, as if my body would be evaporated by the hot sun after a pause.
The young man in front of me looked aggrieved, as if I was not drinking water, but all his hard work and life.
"You are still the same as before 17, so capricious and overbearing."
A car roared past us, and I shouted to him, "What are you talking about? I can't hear you. "
"No, it's nothing. I mean, you give people a lovely feeling. "
"Really?" I smiled cunningly.
"Well, it's like jasmine in bud."
"really! I also like jasmine very much. " At present, I live in Little Jasmine, and I live late. I want to know how you are doing.
"By the way, I don't know your name yet?"
"Xiao Mo's, it's small, it's mo, hehe." By the way, I gave myself a random name.
"A girl I used to like, her name is Xiao Mo."
"Then can you take me to see her?"
"But she has been dead for many years." He bowed his head.
"Well, just treat me like her. I don't mind."
"I know." He gave a fake smile. Soft and hearty smile, clear and ambiguous smile.
At that moment, I began to be infatuated with that bright smile. An unspeakable feeling, like a tiny feeling, spreads in the bottom of my heart. Then, I really want to be with him forever, even if it is just a beautiful dream.
Even if it's just robbery.
chapter four
When I am with him, happiness is like the sunshine of the world every day, overwhelming, and what falls in my heart is beautiful joy.
He took me to a big pool to drink water, took me to a meadow full of wild flowers and took me to see many beautiful jasmine flowers. Those jasmine flowers are white and bright, and my little jasmine flowers can't hold their heads.
I keep the habit of staying up late, not asking his name or his past. Jumping around him every day, like a child. And people never pay attention to me, never.
I looked up at the boy in front of me, with thick brown hair, and Liu Haier meekly covered his eyes. His handsome face was full of confusion, and he was shy and gentle when he started walking alone.
When he smiles, his eyes are full of mild evil, like pure white jasmine without any impurities; When he didn't speak, his eyes were covered with a thin layer of fog, and his expression was calm, clear and sad. Well, melancholy and pale boy, I am willing to accompany you for a lifetime.
Last night, the west wing listened to the wind and sighed.
Today, the East Gate looks sunny.
With a monarch, the world will be warm,
It's too late to live in a small scene.
"I want to help you find those lost memories."
The faintly reflected light in his eyes stung my eyes slightly, and I leaned my head on his shoulder as if we had never been apart.
I stood in front of Xiao Mo's grave. The photo on the monument is a girl's naughty smile, watery eyes exploring unknown strangeness, and a shallow smile engraved on her face, much like me in front of the grave. I reached out and touched the photo gently, and all the memories of past lives came to my mind instantly, and the flames all over the sky swallowed up all my attachment.
chapter five
So I'm Xiao Mo.
17 years ago, my home was hit by a fire. I curled up and sat in the corner of the bedroom, with my head in my hands, and my tears flowed all the way to the little jasmine flower that Qiyang's brother gave me.
The fire kept burning, devouring every corner of the room in an instant, and then steaming my little body dry. It seemed quiet around and no one came to save me, so they let a child die of thirst in despair and was taken away by the fire.
I'm just a soul, a poor soul that was cruelly driven to despair. No home, no future, with the hatred of previous lives, to heal the once pale love, and to survive in despair in staying up late.
Even my favorite Qiyang brother, you didn't save me.
You human beings are so-called caring, you have great light selfishly, you are complacent and refuse our humble life, and cruelly push us into a dark corner where we can settle down temporarily but have no hope for life.
"This is your human. No wonder my mother-in-law told me that we can only hate you humans who live at seven feet. " I said to the indifferent person in despair.
"No, you are wrong." He said behind me that his pale face was so handsome and sad.
"The hatred in your heart is just your imaginary plot. The so-called good and evil are just your subjective guesses and judgments. Since you didn't see it with your own eyes, how can you be sure that no one saved you? "
"Well, even if someone saved me 17 years ago, why now, I fainted in the street, so many people didn't save me? When I was about to get sunburned, people ignored my existence? "
"You are just a soul, and people can't see the soul."
"So, how can you see me and how do you know all this?"
"Because, I am also a soul."
Chapter vi
/kloc-The fire 0/7 years ago was not without people to save me. Many people gathered around the house, holding water to put out the fire, but the fire was so strong that people could only watch the house being swallowed up by the fire.
And my dear Qiyang brother, desperate to rush in, was hit by a charred board and never woke up.
"Xiao Mo, you see. People planted so many jasmine flowers in front of your grave just because you liked jasmine flowers best when you were a child. Everyone misses you and loves you. The reason why a soul who lives late feels hopeless is because your hatred is an illusory illusion. " He patted me on the shoulder.
"Love is to feel the warmth of touching each other with your heart, even if it is no longer beautiful."
It turned out that all this was a misunderstanding. I used to hate it so much, it was just a misunderstanding. Since you taught me to hate, why did you tell me that the world can be so beautiful?
All hatred, after being illuminated by warm light all the year round, has dissipated into clouds.
The prosperity of the world, the ups and downs of the world, the sadness that is no longer beautiful and the loneliness that leads to the same goal are all just a sweet dream in the end. In this process, love and hate are intertwined, which is our destiny.
Bodhi has no trees,
The mirror is not a stage.
There's nothing,
Where is the dust?
And Qiyang, who has loved me since childhood. In order to save Qiyang, who rushed into the fire, he persistently waited for me to retrieve my memory and get rid of my hatred of Qiyang. He also took me to drink water and showed me a lot of jasmine Qiyang.
He smiled and said to me, "Mo, don't hate it. The world is so beautiful."
Then, I reached out and tried to catch him and spread the blank.
Only a small seed is left, which germinates and blooms in my hands, grows into a pure white and lonely jasmine in an instant, and then dies with prosperity. Brilliant and beautiful, swaying is always thin smoke. Without hope and love, I will never blossom.
Chapter VII
I held the jasmine left by Qiyang and went back to the dark corner.
Kind, he taught me to love. I am not a good person. I was blinded by hatred for many years. Besides, I have nothing. So I have no right and no right to love again. Living late taught me hatred, and the corner of human hypocrisy hides the nightmare of reincarnation revenge, but it is the only place that can make me live in peace.
It's cold and wet, the sun doesn't come in, and the birds don't come. I sat there curled up, hugging my body with my hands, and my tears flowed all the way to the jasmine flower with weak flowers beside me. With such a desperate gesture, I miss my beautiful and gentle teenager.
I will always remember that silent evening, when the catkins finally danced, the teenager's body gradually became transparent and disappeared on the lonely horizon in late summer. The pure picture has a faint sadness, emerging in an invisible place in my heart.
The petals of jasmine are faint and fragrant, just like my sincere blessing at the moment.
Qiyang, you must be happy when you enter reincarnation and return to the world.
end ....
Note: the word "seven feet" comes from the sentence "under the cross gate, you can stay overnight" in the Book of Songs, which means "have a rest".