They feel at ease. They have no fear. While enjoying the blood dyed white, they spit that dyed white is a monster.
They're still talking.
Dyeing white killed everyone.
Dyeing white is the bane.
Some say.
This disaster was also brought by dyed white, and blood donation was just a repayment.
If it had not been dyed white, the disaster would not have come at all.
In March, the world warms up.
That was the first time Leger allowed the dye to go out.
She has not been out for too long, so long that she can only describe the black and white world again and again through the appearance in her memory.
At first sight of the sun, I didn't get used to it.
Lenya has been kept away from ranbai by the blood guard. This time, she grabbed ranbai's clothes and tried her best to let ranbai go to the mountain with her.
They came to Xi'an mountain with a few little friends. They heard that there were a lot of little white rabbits. They were very good and lovely. They enjoyed the natural scenery of the mountain, nameless trees, strange stones and occasional snow-white rabbits.
Chasing each other, they came to the top of the mountain. They were stunned by the strange scene in front of them. There was a blue lake at the other end of the cliff. It was crystal clear, like sapphire falling on the top of the mountain. In the distance, there was a higher mountain rising continuously.
At that time, I didn't know what a fairyland on earth was. Ignorant of human suffering, I only knew that it was very good and beautiful.
Lenia ran by the lake with her dyed white hand, barefoot in the water, splashing.
Ranbai let her take her, from beginning to end, quietly, a little less, the former wanton and fresh.
Sangzi Chu kept his mouth shut, and his mother's words were still in his ears: don't play with ranbai, you'll have bad luck with her.
If lenia hadn't insisted on holding ranbai, sang Zichu wouldn't play with ranbai.
On the edge of the cliff, he kept shouting: ah, we're here! The echo is loud and clear, echoing in the distant valley, one after another and continuous.
Lenya saw a beautiful flower on the other side of the cliff. The flowers were in full bloom and fascinating.
"Sister, I really want it! This is the most beautiful and charming other shore flower I have ever seen!"
Ranbai looks at lenya's envious and eager eyes.
On the cliff, it's a little far away.
Sangzi Chu threw his mouth and shouted, "dyed white, you don't take it off for lenia, what sister are you!"
Lenya cast an imploring look at ranbai, "sister, this is the most special flower on the other shore. I've never seen it before. I want it!"
Ranbai was silent. She asked them to stay here, walk to the edge of the cliff and stare at the other shore flower. With the last hand, she grabbed the stone at the edge of the cliff, slowly lowered her upper body, and stretched out the other hand to the direction of the other shore flower as close as possible.
Half of the body is like the wings of a butterfly, floating indefinitely, sticking out of the cliff and looking from a distance, it is somewhat shocking.
"You grab me. I'll go a little further and I'll get it soon." The distance was really a little far. She didn't take it off several times. She wrinkled her eyebrows and told them to try her best to catch the other shore flowers.
Lenia hugged ranbai tightly and looked forward to it nervously: "Sangzi Chu, you also exert yourself!"
"OK, dye white. Try your best to catch it!" Sang Zi Chu shouted loudly.
Other little friends wanted to help. Sang Zi Chu narrowed his eyes and smiled, "no, No."
Ran Bai leaned out half of her body, one hand on the cliff, the other hand almost caught the flower, and her body rubbed forward again!
Sang Zi Chu smiled brightly on his face. Suddenly he let go of his hand. At the same time, he put one hand against the foot of the thin figure and pushed forward, while the other hand falsely pressed the girl's leg!
The man who was already half shaky directly slid down the cliff. Lenia pulled hard and was too scared. She shouted anxiously, "sang Zichu, work hard! Work hard!"
"OK." Sangzi Chu said so, but he didn't think so in his heart.
Dyed white is a killer.
She is doing harm to the people. They should all thank her!
Lenya's strength was too small. In a moment, dyed white completely fell down the cliff, but for a few seconds, it was blurred in the white fog!
Lenia was stunned, climbed to the edge of the edge and screamed, "sister, sister!"
Tears came down.
The other little friends were stunned! Some of them were not affected at all and said in a strange way, "if you fall down, you'll die."
Sangzi Chu deliberately opened his mouth: "our strength is too small to hold!"
Lenia was extremely anxious: "leave two people, sang Zichu. Let's run back and call your excellency."
When lenya ran back with sweat on her head, sang Zichu was very relaxed and did not panic. She looked as if it was none of her own business.
When she found leger, panting lenia said to her father in a panic, "sister fell off the cliff because I fell off the cliff." The tone was hurried, tears kept coming, and the eyes were full of begging: "Dad, send someone to save my sister. My sister is very dangerous!"
Leger listened and sank his face: "lenia, go back first. Dad will send someone to save it."
He stared at the servant.
The blood servant came and took lenia's hand and went upstairs. Lenia turned back in three steps: "Dad, hurry up! My sister fell because of me. I must save her!"
Liao Ru Si came out of the room, pursed his lips tightly, and looked thoughtful: "it's her nature that she fell. Isn't it God's will? Everything can't be violated. Let it be."
Leger was silent, and the clock ticked tirelessly. After a cup of tea, "keep it, I'm still useful."
Lenia, who went upstairs, looked back and saw what they were talking about, but she couldn't hear it. She was burning with anxiety. Why didn't she hurry to save her sister!
…
What was the feeling of falling off the cliff?
Ranbai heard lenya's frightened cry, heard other people's laughter and heard the tearing wind. All these began to become distant and blurred.
In a trance.
She seemed to see a broken cocoon butterfly, with its broken wings unfolding in the sun.
She smiled.
Free.
"Little girl, wake up? Come and have some medicine."
The line of sight was blurred. The old and kind old man held the medicine bowl and smiled at her carefully, peaceful and tolerant.
The air is filled with bitter and astringent medicine fragrance, light herbal fragrance and the smell of sunshine.
She's not dead.
I don't know whether it's fate or suffering?
The old man is just an ordinary human. He has no name. He is 83 years old this year. He has been away from the world for a long time. He picked it up by the river.
He said that once a person lives for a short life, he doesn't have to care about his false name.
The old man didn't ask her where she came from, where she went, and why.
He taught her to plant flowers, collect herbs, hunt and cook.
Idle life, but so.