Chuchu has indeed reached the age to be enlightened.
Song Yaqing immediately said that after returning to Rongjing, she would arrange for Chuchu's admission surgery.
Although it is already November, winter vacation will start in about a month.
But everyone understood it tacitly and was worried that the old man would be angry.
After waiting for another three days, Gu Yechen left because of company matters.
Afterwards, Song Yaqing took Chuchu's hand and set off on the journey to the Lu family, her heart filled with complicated emotions about the upcoming farewell.
As I stepped into the Lu family, an indescribable gloomy atmosphere hit me in the face. Lu Xiao and his wife still had a lingering gloom on their faces, an expression of deep worry and fatigue.
Seeing this, Chu Chu felt an indescribable urge in her heart. She longed to bring a little comfort to this beloved couple in her own way.
Chuchu planned to help, so she took advantage of the lunch break to enter Ren Jinting's sea of consciousness.
It is just the consciousness of an ordinary human being, without any hidden identities.
Ren Jinting's sea of consciousness is like a delicately painted spiritual painting, both ordinary and extraordinary.
There are no earth-shattering grand scenes, nor intricate mazes and traps here, but only a peaceful and tranquil pastoral scenery.
The sky is a gentle blue, with a few leisurely white clouds floating leisurely in it, like guardians of the soul, quietly guarding this pure land.
The ground beneath was a vast expanse of grassland, lush and vibrant. A myriad of wildflowers bloomed across the grass, each one telling its own story. Each one glowed with a faint glow, a condensed light of moments in Ren Jinting's memories, joyful and sorrowful, profound and shallow.
In this sea of consciousness, a crystal-clear stream flows slowly from afar and flows on to an unknown distance. The stream reflects the surrounding scenery, as well as the purity and gentleness deep within Ren Jinting's heart.
Beside the stream, willow trees hang low, gently brushing the water surface, as if they are the most gentle brushstrokes of nature, adding a touch of tenderness and poetry to this tranquil picture.
Chuchu strolled in this sea of consciousness, her soul connected with every fragment of Ren Jinting's memory. She felt Ren Jinting's joys, sorrows, anger and happiness, and experienced her tenacity and fragility.
She tried to use her own way to warm and comfort those corners of the soul that were a little tired from the hardships of life, so that this sea of consciousness could be revitalized.
But the pain of losing her son made the beautiful scenery in her sea of consciousness flicker. Whenever Ren Jinting thought of her lost son, the whole scene would wither.
In this painting woven from the heart, the pain of losing her son looms like a sudden, dark cloud, occasionally sweeping across the tranquil and peaceful sky, dimming the azure blue and making the white clouds seem to lose their former leisurely grace, taking on a heaviness and melancholy. This pain, the deepest, most untouchable corner of Ren Jinting's heart, renders the beauty of her consciousness fragile and sensitive, as if all hope hangs on a thread.
Whenever Ren Jinting's thoughts inadvertently slipped to the lost child, her entire consciousness seemed to be shrouded in an invisible layer of sadness.
The red flowers have lost their former brightness, their fluorescence has become faint, like the most distant stars in the night sky, flickering with an imperceptible light;
The green trees are no longer as tall and straight as before, and their branches and leaves reveal a sense of lethargy and desolation, as if the chill of winter has arrived early, eroding this originally vibrant grassland.
Chuchu's presence is like a ray of warm sunshine, penetrating the clouds and illuminating those forgotten corners. With incomparable patience and tenderness, she shuttles between every fragment of memory, and uses her pure and flawless heart to feel and understand every bit of pain and longing of Ren Jinting.
The healing process is long and difficult.
But Chuchu began to sow new life in this sea of consciousness. Using her imagination and creativity, she made the withered flowers bloom again and the dull trees regain vitality.
She guided Ren Jinting's memory, making those warm moments about love and family emerge more vividly, as if telling Ren Jinting: Even if there are irreparable regrets in life, love and beauty will never leave.
As Chuchu worked hard, the scene in her sea of consciousness began to gradually change. The once withered flowers began to breathe faintly, their petals slowly unfolding and emitting a faint fluorescent light again. The trees also seemed to sense the breath of spring, and tender green buds began to emerge from their branches. Everything was developing in a better direction.
Ren Jinting's soul was gradually comforted and liberated in this process.
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