No one knows what Si Jin has done in this few sober events. Even ran Bai doesn't know. Only Si Jin knows.
He tried his last thought and ability to construct a perfect, affectionate and gentlest dream for his little girl.
In that dream.
She has been loved all her life, without any sorrow and wantonly publicized.
If she wants to,
Can always stay in that dream, there will be a better person to replace him and complete the unfinished wish——
Continue to love her.
Dyed white felt that something cold was worn on her neck. She quickly reflected that it was the bone chain.
The small and exquisite cross falls below the white collarbone, and the temperature is slightly cool.
About the origin of this cross.
Si Jin never said that.
He is an orphan, an orphan abandoned by his parents.
The only lucky thing is that he was picked up by the current master on an ice and snow day. I heard that he was less than one year old at that time. I don't know how long he was frozen in the snow. When he was taken back, he had a high fever all night.
It was also God's pity that he picked up a life from death and barely survived.
At that time,
His master went to the master of a temple to ask for this bone chain.
It is said that with the protection of the Buddha's light, it can avoid evil and close to the body and eliminate minor disasters and diseases.
And now,
For the second time, he gave her the bone chain he had worn since childhood.
I wish she would be safe for the rest of her life, free from disasters and hardships, and be lucky to be full of glory.
Dyed white eyelashes trembled. Before opening their eyes, they had been covered by the boy's hand.
Si Jin lowered his eyes and looked deeply at the girl in front of him. His bipolar black eyes seemed to be the deepest color in the world, just like an ice and snow lake immersed in thousands of years.
His eyes are paranoid and crazy, and even some morbid tenderness. He didn't miss dyeing white for a second. It seems that he wants to engrave the girl's face in his bones and integrate it into the bone marrow, and never forget life and death.
He coughed violently again, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, but he ignored it. Even his body was trembling. His whole body was cold without any temperature, like an ice cube, and there was no doubt about the dead.
Today, he has been sober without any signs of drowsiness. All kinds of abnormalities have explained... What is coming.
Dye Bai couldn't ignore it. She tried to move, but she was held down by the teenager. The voice in her ear was gentle and low. There was nothing different, "good, don't open your eyes."
Ranbai can't see Si Jin's appearance now. Naturally, he doesn't know how pale his face is. The surging colic in his heart makes his whole face pale. For example, there is a sharp knife stirring in his chest, which hurts almost sharp and distorted.
However, his action towards dyeing White was gentle and incredible, as careful as a fragile porcelain doll.
"I don't look good. I'd better not look at it." he bent his lips.
"You look good everywhere." ranbai retorted.
Si Jin smiled. It was a kind of silly smile, but his eyes were broken and filled with a layer of water mist. He fell on her ear and whispered to her bone: "ah Bai... My ah Bai..."
"I love you," he said suddenly, his voice very low, as if it could be engraved in his bones, word by word, "I love you even if I lose my life."
The most regrettable thing in my life is that I can't accompany you to the last moment.
Can only leave early.
But it doesn't matter,
If you are willing, there will be better people to take my place in the rest of your life, love you, spoil you and indulge you.
It won't do you any harm.
Because, ah,
Anyone who dares to have the slightest idea about you will live through the pain of thousands of cuts in the dream I created for you.
"Go to sleep, that's it, go to sleep..." in my ear is the voice of a young man who sighs, like a hypnotic Magic, making people sleepy, like a lake covered with ice and snow, quietly cracking a gap, flowing pure and cool water, slowly dripping on the tip of my heart.
Because there was no defense and warning against Si Jin, ran Bai only felt more and more sleepy and his body became more and more heavy. In the end, he had no consciousness.
Si Jin slowly released his hand and looked at the girl who was sleeping with his eyes closed, showing a soft smile. His eyes were sad and cold, like a vast ocean of melancholy and despair, rolling waves again and again, almost drowning people in it.
"Don't be afraid."
"The last drop of blood in my body is still boiling for you."
"The last star in my eyes is still hot for you."
"I love you."
"Eternal."
What it feels like to be on the verge of death.
Si Jin also realized that the clear colic in his heart almost swallowed people, and his whole body became colder and colder until there was no temperature.
At the moment when the fingertips hung down powerlessly, they had been obsessed and gently staring at the dyed white line of sight, and finally disappeared. The long eyelashes covered their eyes, like a desolate and transparent snowflake falling quietly.
He had no fear of death, even with a sense of peace and indifference, wrapped in a unique breath.
It's snowing.
I don't know whose eyes are fascinated by the snow. In the white snow, the flying snowflakes fly and fall to the ground.
Very cold weather.
Very cold people.
At this time, the roses in the manor have withered, and we can no longer see the delicate red color of the past. There is only a desolate and bleak left. However, next year, the roses will grow again. At that time, the wind at night blows gently, and there is a deep, shallow and overlapping sea of roses.
The cactus by the window still stands there quietly, as if it is always quiet and peaceful.
It is said that cactus can't make flowers and can't be held in the palm of someone's hand.
But there is always such a person in this world. He steps on the stars and shines behind him, just for you.
"Drop, drop, drop..." always twined in my ears. The endless voice finally dissipated. The time bomb buried in my heart finally burst and destroyed everything.
Si Jin loves dyeing white.
Life in love.
For Si Jin,
His little girl,
When he first met, he raised his eyes slightly. The moment when he saw the blood red figure on the second floor attic at the bottom of his eyes was a lifetime.
The chaos of life was only given to her, just under the appearance of constant indifference and self-control.
She was the only one he had ever painted in the picturesque mountains and rivers; It is the human ideal reflected by the sunlight at the sunrise; It's a handful of new snow on the tip of the green mountain; It is the sparse light of the oblique moonlight on the ice and snow lake.
My little girl,
Is my life glory, life tenderness, life and death.
I still love you in the next life, even if I lose my life.
——Si Jin.