deceased into ashes

It was the second day since Zhou Qianyi woke up.

She was carried to sleep by Yu Qingyue, and when she woke up, Yu Qingyue was still sleeping beside her, just like they used to be.

Zhou Qianyi was in a daze for a moment.

It would be nice to go back.

For those three years, it would be fine if there was no right.

Zhou Qianyi got up, and Yu Qingyue was startled. She looked at Zhou Qianyi, smiled and said, "Qianyi, are you feeling better?"

"What's wrong with me?" Zhou Qianyi looked at the mess on the ground, then at the scar on Yu Qingyue's hand, and was shocked.

What did she do?Why do you have no memory at all?

Yu Qingyue covered the glaring scar on her hand, forced a smile, and said, "It's okay, I accidentally slipped and fell last night."

Yesterday afternoon, Zhou Qianyi fell asleep all afternoon. After waking up, she kept talking nonsense and screaming. Whenever Yu Qingyue got close to her, she threw things and kept crying. Finally, Yu Qingyue forced her to hug her to calm her down. She He cut Yu Qingyue's hand with shards of glass on the ground.

There was blood on the bed.

Zhou Qianyi was stunned, why she didn't have any memory.

I just remember that Yu Qingyue hugged herself and cried for a long time, hugged herself tightly, and kept saying: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

The blood on her hand had been bleeding for a long time and had already solidified, but Zhou Qianyi still felt chilled looking at it.

"Did I have an illness..." Zhou Qianyi bit her lip, clutching her clothes tightly.

"No...you're just a little tired," Yu Qingyue walked over slowly, as if worried about something, and asked, "Do you still have tinnitus now?"

"Tinnitus?" Zhou Qianyi thought for a while, except for the severe tinnitus when she met Chen Xi a few days ago, there was no serious problem at other times.

But Zhou Qianyi always felt that there was something weird about herself, she looked at herself in the mirror, then at the piece of glass on the ground, and squatted down to pick it up.

"Qianyi! Be careful!" Before Yu Qingyue finished speaking, Zhou Qianyi's hand was already bleeding.

"...Why did this happen?" Zhou Qianyi watched as his hands began to tremble, and his pupils shrank suddenly: "My blood is not red..."

She couldn't see the colors clearly.

The reason why Zhou Qianyi felt weird was that everything she saw was black and white.

She couldn't see the colors clearly.

"Qianyi... calm down..." Yu Qingyue didn't dare to go over, fearing that she would scratch her artery with a piece of glass in the next second.

"...Hahahahaha..." Zhou Qianyi smiled wryly, her smile was so miserable that even Yu Qingyue felt a little weird.

Zhou Qianyi stood up, didn't touch those pieces of glass anymore, but went to the toilet to wash her hands.

The self in the mirror is also black and white.

Like a portrait.

Hot tears fell down.

The tinnitus came again, her headache was about to burst, and there was only one sentence in her mind.

Die, die, you shouldn't be alive, die! Your lover doesn't love you! Your family doesn't value you! You might as well be dead and clean!!!

"Ah!!!!!!" Zhou Qianyi screamed uncontrollably, her head was about to burst from pain, and her mind was filled with darkness.

Suddenly, she seemed to see a shadow.

The shadow was saying a word.

She couldn't see clearly.

The shadow opened its mouth and said:

"Qianyi, mom is gone."

"Zhou Qianyi, you blame me like a dead fish every day for sleeping in someone else's bed!!!"

"Sister Zhou, give her to me!!!"

"Qianyi, it's okay, it's all over."

Zhou Qianyi opened her eyes suddenly, Yu Qingyue grabbed her hand tightly, hugged her tightly and cried, "It's all over, it's all over."

"What..." Zhou Qianyi stared blankly at the ceiling like a puppet, her spirit had already collapsed.

"Qianyi, your mother's spirit in the sky will watch you well, it's all over, I'm here..." Yu Qingyue buried her head in her arms and cried.

"Let me die...I'm really tired..." Zhou Qianyi closed her eyes, and the next second, she passed out again in Qingyue's arms.

It seemed that everything in front of him was black and white. Zhou Qianyi seemed to be waking up in a sea of ​​flowers. The sea of ​​flowers was black and white, but there was a person who looked very similar to him in front of him, picking a handful of flowers for him, and said a word.

She couldn't hear.

This person appears to be his own deceased mother.

Zhou Qianyi was easily pulled up by that person, and sat down at the end of the sea of ​​flowers—a sea. She watched the person next to her disappear in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers. She looked at the sea, and there was a setting sun in the sea. grey.

She walked towards the sea, and the sea gradually submerged her body, and she sank into the sea without pain or struggle.

Like a dream.

Zhou Qianyi opened her eyes again and was already in the hospital. The person next to her was no longer Yu Qingyue, but Yan Min. Seeing that she had woken up, Yan Min finally regained some energy, and said, "You are awake, you have slept for a long time, I . . . very frightened."

"Afraid of what?" Zhou Qianyi smiled softly, reached out to hold Yan Min's hand by the bed, and Yan Min also held her hand.

Zhou Qianyi's hands were cold.

"I'm afraid you don't want to wake up." Yan Min choked up, "Don't sleep like this for so long next time, what did you dream about?"

Zhou Qianyi smiled, her pale face felt warm, she said slowly: "I dreamed about my mother."

Yan Min also laughed, and she sat there listening to Zhou Qianyi speak.

"I dreamed of a sea of ​​flowers, a sea, and a gray sunset. My mother gave me a bouquet of flowers, but unfortunately they were also gray." Zhou Qianyi stretched out his hand to pull his quilt, making sure that it would not be drafty before continuing: "I Into the sea, at last there is no light."

"That's right..." Yan Min patted Zhou Qianyi's head, and said, "Fortunately, he didn't have a high fever, otherwise there would be no cure."

"Sister Yan, am I crazy?" Zhou Qianyi frowned, but her whole face gave off an extremely gentle feeling, that frown seemed to be just acting like a baby.

"I see everything in black and white, and I always have tinnitus." Zhou Qianyi buried her head under the quilt for a long while, holding back tears, then poked out half of her head and asked sullenly, "Am I going to die?"

"No." Yan Min straightened her forehead hair, "Our Qianyi will live a long life."

"Will it be?" Zhou Qianyi got her whole head under the quilt again, and after thinking for a while, she came out again, and said like a child, "Then I will live a long life, and you will reward me with candies."

"Okay, Qianyi will buy whatever Qianyi wants to eat." Yan Min smiled and looked at Zhou Qianyi who poked her head out and messed up her short hair, and felt that she was getting cuter.

Zhou Qianyi's disposition became more and more like a child's, and several times he talked for candies, as if his life was too bitter when he was a child, and he had to taste enough sweetness to be happy.

The days of treatment in the hospital were very long. Zhou Qianyi counted the days until he was discharged from the hospital on his fingers every day. He will be discharged from the hospital for chemotherapy around May, and he will probably be fine.

It was April in a blink of an eye, and the weather was much warmer. Yu Qingyue came to see her from time to time and brought her cakes and sweets, and Yan Min didn't stop her anymore, but after Yu Qingyue left, Zhou Qianyi started to vomit. Min supported.Seeing the blue gastric juice several times, Yan Min almost burst into tears.Zhou Qianyi instead went to comfort Yan Min that nothing happened.

The recent hallucinations are increasing day by day.

Zhou Qianyi vaguely kept seeing her mother jumping off the building.

Sometimes in front of my eyes, sometimes in my dreams.

Sometimes I dreamed that Yu Qingyue said the most stinging things I said in those years, and then I had a tumultuous relationship with others in the dream, and the pillow was wet when I woke up.

Zhou Qianyi did not lose control anymore, nor did she scream uncontrollably, she became calmer and calmer, and sometimes she could even write with a letter paper.

She recently asked Yan Min to bring a book of fairy tales from home, and read it to herself every night.

The one I read the most is the story of the mermaid.

"The mermaid turned into foam and disappeared into the sea." Zhou Qianyi chanted this sentence the most, but every time he thought of this sentence late at night, tears would not stop falling.

Maybe the mermaid is too gentle.

She didn't want her sweetheart to die because of herself, and she gave everything but still turned into a bubble.

Holding the book in her arms, Zhou Qianyi frowned, thinking, and fell asleep with frowns.

One day in May, Zhou Qianyi was finally discharged from the hospital.

She came out of the hospital wearing a pale yellow floral dress with a small suitcase. She was thinner than before, her arms were like a rope, and there were bruises on her thin white arms, so she wore long sleeves to cover them up, and her hair was long. It grew a little longer, bouncing around like a little girl on a spring outing.

"Let's go, let's go to chemotherapy." Zhou Qianyi opened the car door holding the small box.

"Well, let's go." Yan Min opened the car door and looked at Yu Qingyue who was following far behind.

"Do you want her to come together?" Yan Min looked at Zhou Qianyi who was in the right mood.

"Sure." Zhou Qianyi looked at Yu Qingyue in the distance, what she saw was still a black and white world.

Seeing Zhou Qianyi calling her, Yu Qingyue looked at Zhou Qianyi who was wearing a light yellow dress in the distance and answered the phone with a smile.

"Are you together?"

"Ah."

"Then you stay with me. Chemotherapy is quite painful." Zhou Qianyi smiled, she got into Yan Min's car, then looked at Yu Qingyue's car behind, without saying a word.

"It's May." Zhou Qianyi suddenly said with emotion.

"What's wrong?" Yan Min concentrated on driving without looking at Zhou Qianyi's expression.

"It's okay, I'm just happy." Zhou Qianyi clutched her skirt, still smiling, but her eyes were empty.

It's May, and I don't have much time left.

Zhou Qianyi looked at Yu Qingyue's car following him from the rearview mirror, thinking:

The final decision should be made.