Qianling password

In the solemn and solemn hospital ward, the liquid in the infusion set dripped into the drip funnel without any sound, just like the white of the surrounding environment, only white was left quietly.

There are still tiny air bubbles in the infusion tube. Ever since I heard that these bubbles can kill people, whether it is their own infusion or someone else's infusion, Wu Tingxi trembles when she sees air bubbles in the infusion tube.However, after hearing from doctors and nurses, tiny air bubbles did not lead to fatal consequences.

Wu Tingxi herself often had infusions when she was a child, and similar infusion scenes have long been accustomed to her.But at the time everyone was very clear about it, they just couldn't say it out loud.This should be the last time for grandma, and there will be no turning point.

Maybe it's just random thoughts, maybe it's because I saw the murals about Grandma Yang in the Qianling Mausoleum, Wu Tingxi suddenly remembered the scene of grandma's death that year.

Compared with a virtual exam, Wu Tingxi's mood became heavier.

Wu Tingxi touched her forehead again, and found that her forehead was still a little hot, or maybe she was especially prone to cranky thoughts when she was unconscious.

Grandma was not very old when she died, but the wrinkles that seemed to be cracked on the bark had already climbed onto her skin.This feature is particularly prominent in the case of only relying on infusion for a small amount of food for more than ten days.

Since Wu Tingxi can remember, grandma has always carried a certain kind of melancholy more than ordinary people.

Wu Tingxi knew the reason. Grandma experienced a bad time when she was young.No one will sympathize with the daughter of a capitalist when the whole family is labeled as a rightist/winger.It seems that the capital accumulated by her parents is also her fault.

Wu Tingxi doesn't want to criticize anything, after all, which era is not the same?Didn't similar events happen in the Queen's time?

Of course, there are too many similar incidents, which have never stopped in ancient and modern China and abroad.

Wu Tingxi understood that from the perspective of grand historical narrative, she had nothing to criticize.

Grandma doesn't have any religious beliefs, but Wu Tingxi remembers that before she died, she repented almost crazily: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault..."

As these words were repeated, the oppressive atmosphere at that time seemed to gradually take away the air in the entire ward until everyone could not breathe.

At that time, my mother could only hold my grandma's hand tightly, following her and repeating: "It's not your fault, it's not your fault..."

"It's my fault, I should have told you something, but I don't want to. That's it, forget it, it's my fault..."

Grandma was already very weak at the time, but she spoke out such a long sentence eagerly.

At that time, grandma looked straight at mother, who was her only surviving offspring.Wu Tingxi still remembers that her grandma probably cast a glance at herself inadvertently.

Grandma kept repeating the phrase "it's all my fault", and my mother had no choice but to accompany her to comfort her "it's not your fault".

The ward was filled with an extremely depressing atmosphere, which made the pure white tone cast a layer of gray, making people around feel suffocated.

"You... know? It's because... I said that. So your grandma's death is all my fault."

What emerged from the bottom corner of the white quilt was my grandmother's skinny hand held tightly by my mother, and my grandmother said this sentence with a slight breath.

Wu Tingxi knew very little about her old grandmother, and almost never heard of her being mentioned.

Wu Tingxi only remembers a black-and-white photo that grandma often took out for observation. The photo shows a young woman wearing a modified cheongsam-style school uniform.

Wu Tingxi thinks she is very beautiful and attractive, and the way she smiles always brings people hope, that is, her mother's grandma, grandma's mother.

However, the lower right corner of the photo was burned.

When Wu Tingxi was a child, she always thought that it must be the Japanese war that destroyed this beautiful photo.But after studying history in junior high school, I realized that the age of the Japanese war did not match the age of the woman in the photo.

Of course Wu Tingxi has never met her grandmother, not even Wu Tingxi's mother, because she died in her most beautiful years.

What did grandma do wrong?If her relatives were harmed due to unintentional negligence, and she was neither intentional nor the real perpetrator, then there was no so-called "fault" at all, it was just that she refused to let herself go.

Wu Tingxi still remembered that not long ago, Yu Lanting made an oath in Qianling for the consequences of the earthquake in G City, which made the Queen very worried.But Wu Tingxi thinks that Yu Lanting is too demanding on herself, and she doesn't need to bear the consequences anyway for things that are not her fault.

The first page of the examination paper was laid out on the desktop. Wu Tingxi inadvertently glanced at the names of the people in the stem of the multiple-choice question, and was surprised to find that the year of death in parentheses immediately after the pile of names was "coincidentally" concentrated in the short few years.

Involuntarily, Wu Tingxi's tears dripped down on the scroll, but she didn't know who she was crying for at this time.

Wu Tingxi took out the tissue she was carrying with her, and simply let go of her crying, crying bitterly, her mind congealed and blocked, and an uncontrollable sadness swept through the depths of her soul.

Different people, with common sorrows gathered in one place, constitute a grand historical narrative of long-lasting sorrow.

The hair around Wu Tingxi's ears was already soaked, she tried to wipe away the tears with a tissue, and then realized that her forehead was getting hotter and hotter.Wu Tingxi seemed to feel that she was not sober or even naive, she didn't know what was the point of crying about irrelevant old things in a illusory exam.

At this time, Wu Tingxi’s final mournful cry sounded in Wu Tingxi’s ears again: “They said your grandma was a descendant of capitalists, so I told them that we were not descendants of capitalists. Didn’t they also say, ‘Women hold up half the sky’? But why did they do that?” I did something so great, I don't see how it would have more serious consequences to say that."

"I don't want to tell you again, it's my fault after all, it's my fault." Wu Tingxi still remembers that her grandmother called "you" back then, and her eyes swept over her.

This is the most important last word of grandma before she died. After a long time after the funeral, Wu Tingxi once asked the local neighbors what the so-called "that matter" in grandma's mouth meant, but no one was willing to give her an answer .

After all, the slogans of the same period included not only "women hold up half the sky", but also "down with demons and monsters".Taken together, people are actually more inclined to submit to the latter!

Wu Tingxi even clearly understands the psychological factors of their intentional concealment. People are most likely to forget the mistakes they committed. Because the frank confession is too embarrassing, they simply forget the fact that they were the perpetrators.

Wu Tingxi spread her palm and looked at the tip of her ring finger. She is like a soul traveling to this world, so of course there are no pinholes in her fingertips now.

It is miraculous to say the least, her blood can not only open the Qianling Mausoleum, but also a passport to outer planets.

What's more, the strange thing happened a long time ago, and no one noticed it.

Back then, there was no family planning. My mother was the only child of my grandmother, and my grandmother was also the only child of my grandmother. Now that I think about it carefully, Wu Tingxi realizes that her matriarchy and even the way of heredity are different.

So, is her blood relationship so unusual?

Wu Tingxi chuckled a little proudly and sarcastically, and now she felt that she had almost guessed the secret that her grandma refused to say.

Don't women hold up half the sky?But no matter how great a cause you have done, you will be criticized as a "snake".

Wu Tingxi turned the paper over again, and wrote the words "female" and "heaven" side by side in the blank space, leaving a few words in between, but she didn't intend to fill in anything.

I don't know why, maybe because my body is already having a fever, and because of overthinking, Wu Tingxi suddenly feels inexplicably tired and dizzy.

She had no choice but to lie down on the table and slowly outline two entangled snakes under the characters for "female" and "heaven".When painting the upper part, because she is not good at painting, Wu Tingxi had to draw simple upper limbs and head at will.

At the next moment, the graphics drawn by the black signature pen instantly transformed into bright blood red.

The picture was chaotic and shaking in front of her eyes, and the entangled snake seemed to come alive and was about to jump out of the paper.

Wu Tingxi clutched her chest, feeling the rapid beating of her heart, her forehead became hotter and hotter.

She immediately recognized a problem, reached the exit, and reminded herself to mentally prepare for the world to fall apart.