Chapter 60
She raised her left hand slightly, her eyes fell on her wrist and she was stunned for a while. There seemed to be traces of the small ball held on her wrist and the residual warmth left by her palm. Tears blurred her vision.
With a "pop" sound.
As the clamps of the stove not far away opened, the living person, the elf with whom she was planning to live a good life in the human world, instantly turned into a small box with a sound and was coldly handed to her.
Overnight, her hair had a few more white tufts visible to the naked eye. The small box in her hand was very light. When she put her hand on it, she felt a cold touch. She clearly remembered that the little ball was soft and warm in her arms, and it had a milky fragrance. How could it be so cold and hard now? It shouldn't be like this, it really shouldn't be like this!
She clutched the box in her arms, trying to give it some warmth, but no matter how she hugged it left and right, she found it was still not warm enough and it started to itch.
"No, that's not the case with the little ball!"
It was autumn now, and she was only wearing a thin long-sleeved shirt. She looked left and right, trying to find more warm clothes.
But behind him, besides the empty iron cabinet, there was a stove not far away!
"fire"
She looked at the fire not far away with a desolate look, like a lost lamb finding its home. She held the small box and tried to move her feet, but found that the soles of her feet were numb as if they were eaten by millions of insects. It turned out that her feet were numb!
After a while, she held her breath and tried to lift her left foot again. This time it was much better. She walked towards the stove stupidly with her leg that felt like it was filled with cement and lead.
With every step she took, she clenched her teeth with difficulty. This time, the numbness in her legs was more difficult to relieve than before.
The closer the stove got, the more warmth flowed towards her. Hope filled her heart. She gently wiped the edge of the box in her arms with her sleeve and whispered to it, "Little ball, mommy brought you here to keep you warm. Don't catch a cold. It's easy to catch a cold. If you catch a cold, you'll crawl into my arms like a poor puppy!"
As she approached, the noise of the stove drowned out her words. She smiled foolishly and looked up, the firelight illuminating her face with a golden glow. Her shivering body and the cold box in her arms, when they approached the stove, were like a stray dog shivering in the cold outside finding a warm home.
She walked in step by step, and the staff beside her suddenly shouted at her, but she seemed to have lost her hearing, and her heart and eyes were full of desire for the burning fire in front of her.
With a loud "clang".
The heavy iron door of the stove slammed shut.
The fire in her eyes faded away, and the remaining warmth in her body quickly faded, as if the spark of hope that had just risen was like a dream that would shatter at the slightest touch.
The staff, not surprised by this, tried to get her out, muttering at the right moment: "Another poor soul!"
She stared blankly for a long time, until Ke Xin's voice calling her sounded behind her, and she slowly regained consciousness.
Ke Xin was wearing stiletto heels, and the sound of footsteps came from far away. When the last "click" sound came to an abrupt end, she paused for a moment before slowly saying, "Chengcheng, I am inconsolable!"
The voice was very soft and trembling slightly.
When Cheng Cheng turned around, their eyes met, and the corners of her lips trembled slightly. She subconsciously said, "Where's my mom? Why hasn't she come yet?"
Her eyes inexplicably made Ke Xin feel chilled to the bone.
When she thought about it carefully, she found that she had seen similar eyes in her dream. In the dream, she was standing in a desolate valley, and a white-haired old lady suddenly appeared in the surrounding smoke. She pushed away the mist and said a lot of incomprehensible words to her, and she only remembered those words until now: You are carrying too much black quagmire on your shoulders. If you don't throw away this garbage, sooner or later, you will be replaced by this garbage.
That day, she clearly remembered her eyes, which were as deep as the dry well in Chengcheng's eyes now, flashing with a subtle and cold feeling. Even her expression seemed to reveal the resentment that had been hidden for thousands of years.
A sentence suddenly popped up in her mind: Why are there mostly female ghosts in ghost stories? Because most of the victims are women!
Cheng Cheng, who had been stunned, suddenly grabbed Ke Xin's hand. Her eyes, as red as a dry well, instantly turned red. Her tone was ferocious and helpless as she trembled, "Ke Xin, Ke Xin, I didn't kill Xiao Pi Qiu on purpose. Do you believe me? Do you believe me?"
Being grabbed so suddenly, Ke Xin suddenly felt a chill down her spine. She nodded vigorously, "I believe you, I believe you!"
"I really didn't kill my son on purpose. How could I have killed him? My mind was completely blank at the time." Tears welled up in her crimson eyes. She gestured with her hands in a daze, trying to reconstruct the scene. Her tone was infatuated: "I was looking at Liu Yong's back, and without thinking, I picked up the knife he was going to use to kill me and stabbed him. I wanted to kill Liu Yong, but why did it happen to Xiaopiqiu? Why, why, why, why..."
"The one who really deserves to die is Liu Yong. It's him. He ruined my life. He indirectly killed my son. It's him. He is a devil, a beast in the six realms of reincarnation..."
Her words were fierce, and as her voice rose, the small tin house was filled with her voice. Horrible memories attacked her brain. She opened her eyes wide, her eyes were sometimes horrified and sometimes crazy. Then she shook her head tremblingly, and covered her ears with her hands tightly, looking as if she was in excruciating pain. She clenched her chest and gasped for breath, as if she wanted to cry, but her tears seemed to have dried up.
"Chengcheng, mom is here!"
A trembling old man suddenly appeared behind her. The first thing she saw was a scar on half of his face. The scar looked like it was burned by fire. People who saw it felt pity and fear at the same time.
Her eyes were trembling and she walked towards Chengcheng with a hunched back.
Cheng Cheng unexpectedly calmed down after seeing her mother. She carefully placed Little Ball's ashes in her hands into her mother's arms and said cautiously, "Little Ball, look, your grandma is here to see you." Then she looked at her mother's weathered face and said solemnly, "Mom, please take good care of Little Ball for me. When I die one day, let me be buried with him!"
The old woman burst into tears instantly. She stepped on her already shaky body and reached out to take the box. She stretched out her withered hand and gently stroked the box, muttering: "Why is my life so hard? I raised you with great difficulty, but I never expected this, I really didn't expect it!"
The police behind him had been waiting for a long time.
Watching them prepare to take the unconscious Chengcheng away.
Ke Xin subconsciously asked, "Comrade police officer, my friend's murder was definitely not intentional. That was her son. How could she have killed him?"
"Is it the Free Court's decision that we must take her away now? Please move!"
"Law enforcement must always follow rules and regulations. Please respect the police in their work!"
Hearing this, Ke Xin helplessly let go of the policeman's wrist.
A few scattered leaves drifted down from the nearby tree, and the dusk darkened in an instant, just like the ups and downs of life. She stared for a long time, and a passage from the Heart Sutra flashed through her mind: Shariputra, all dharmas are empty in nature, neither dead nor indestructible, neither defiled nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing. Therefore, in the void there is no form, no feeling, no perception, no volition, no consciousness; no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, or mind; no color, sound, smell, taste, or touch; no realm of vision, even no realm of consciousness; no ignorance, nor the end of ignorance; even no old age and death, nor the end of old age and death...
Later, Ke Xin found out that it was Cheng Cheng's mother who introduced Liu Yong and the two of them together!
Fate is always unpredictable and carries strange destiny. The scar on Chengcheng's mother's face was left by her father's domestic violence. Unexpectedly, when her daughter got married, the son-in-law she carefully selected revealed his true colors after she gave birth to a child. He was also a domestic violence man like his father!
That day, she was in a daze. When she returned home, she didn't even notice that Fu Xuan had called her several times.
It was not until the evening that Fu Xuan pressed the password lock and entered the room. He saw Ke Xin huddled on the sofa, staring blankly at the TV.
"Why did you move so suddenly without telling me? I called you on your cell phone, but you didn't answer?" Fu Xuan walked over with the suitcase and saw that Ke Xin still had no expression on her face and didn't respond. She was like a puppet. He then began to let go of the suitcase with a look of vigilance, walked carefully to Ke Xin, half-knelt down to face her and tried to look her in the eye.
Ke Xin's eyes were empty. The air in the room, which was originally at a suitable temperature, was filled with the scent of fir due to Fu Xuan's approach. The two were so close that their breaths were almost intertwined. The evening breeze blew across their faces, and everything seemed so quiet. If it weren't for the bad things that had happened recently, this would have been a beautiful picture.
During these few days when she hadn't seen Fu Xuan, she missed him so much and thought of him. She had a lot of things she wanted to say to him, but when the man really stood in front of her, she didn't want to say anything.
People are always contradictory.
"What's wrong?"
"Have you taken your medicine?"
Fu Xuan stroked Ke Xin's elbow, his voice was hoarse, and even revealed a rare affection.
Ke Xin's numb face came back to life a little, and her gaze fell on Fu Xuan's face, with a look of reluctance in her eyes.
Fu Xuan moved forward slightly and gently pinched Ke Xin's neck with his hand. His strength was very small, but even so, her slender neck still felt a pressure, making her unable to help but open her lips slightly.
In just a moment, Fu Xuan kissed her.
I felt a hint of softness and sweetness, as well as Fu Xuan's hot and rapid breathing!
"Woo woo" her body softened and her breathing stagnated. Although she was nostalgic for this moment, the photo suddenly came to her mind.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but twist her body and reached out to push.
Feeling Ke Xin moving under him like a caterpillar, Fu Xuan couldn't help but increase his strength. Just as he was about to take the next step, he couldn't help but let out an "ah".
When he regained consciousness, a drop of blood oozed from the corner of his lips.
He looked at Ke Xin's resolute face in surprise, gently wiped away the blood that had just appeared, and asked with a hint of inquiry on his face:
"What's wrong? You ignored me these few days when I was away on business. When I came back, I found that you had moved away. Do you have something to say to me?"
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