Short-lived cannon fodder A Yixin salted fish

Xiahou's wine bottle not only opened Wen Yuan's head, but also made Wen Yuan's fragments of the life before wearing the book pieced together and connected into a thread.

At the age of 16, Wen Yuan became a lonely bird without a home. She took the iron train to Yuancun, where her uncle’s home was located. There were large white and green cotton fields, flying dust, and cotton-like softness. little girl.

The little girl's name is Mian Mian, Mian of the little padded jacket, but it's a pity that the woman who said she was the little padded jacket left early.

Wen Yuan remembers the day when she first met, in the cotton field, the moment Mianmian turned to look at her was the most beautiful scenery between heaven and earth.

At that time, she thought that the little cotton had become fine.

Mianmian is the first friend Wen Yuan made after she went to Yuancun. They share the same illness and sympathize with each other, so they cherish each other.

Mianmian would buy her a lot of candy with the food money when she was unhappy, and would be the first to stand up and protect her when someone bullied her.

In what seemed to be a clear memory, Wen Yuan still couldn't see Mian Mian's face clearly, and couldn't remember Mian Mian's full name, that part seemed to have been sharpened by sandpaper, and the lines were blurred.

But as long as you think of Mianmian, there will be sweetness overflowing from the bottom of your heart.

At the age of 17, Wen Yuan protected the dying Mian Mian behind her back, grinning like crazy, and bit off a piece of meat from Mian Mian's domestic violence father, becoming the famous "Kara Eagle" in the village who pecked at carrion.

Everyone in the village knew that Mianmian's father was an alcoholic when he drank, and he was afraid of nothing but Wen's girl.

When asked why he was afraid of a little girl, the man said, "A dead girl is not afraid of losing her life, but I am afraid."

But the man didn't know that Wen Yuan was actually afraid of losing her life, but she was even more afraid of losing Mianmian like losing her mother.

Because of Mianmian's father's words, my uncle always felt that he had raised a little lunatic by his side. He let Wen Yuan move into the old house of the late grandmother, and Mianmian also lived in it not long after.

No one in the village wanted to talk to the two of them. They were like two little beasts warming each other, and life gradually improved from then on.

Wen Yuan would give Mianmian homework after school every day, and talk to Mianmian about the more beautiful world outside Yuancun before going to bed.

At that time Mianmian said: "I want to leave here with you and live outside."

Such a sentence became the dream they were chasing for the next year.

, Wen Yuan gave up C University and chose N University for Mian Mian. That night, Mian Mian was in her arms, tears wet her skirt, sobbing and choking: "A Yuan, what a loss."

Wen Yuan doesn't think so, she can change with her own efforts in the future, but Mianmian is the only one, she doesn't want to be too far away from Mianmian.

She couldn't coax Mianmian anymore, and when she heard Mianmian whimpering and babbling, her head was buzzing and hurt, so she wanted to stop Mianmian's mouth.

Under the ambiguous and dim light of the old house, they kissed.

Many years later, Wen Yuan commented on a topic "What is the feeling of the first kiss", and she replied: The first kiss is a salty pudding.

Soft, bouncy, covered with cottony tears.

At the age of 20, they moved from the university dormitory to live outside, renting a main room with a bathroom, and sometimes the clapping for love next door can be clearly heard.

Mianmian is very capable, but she is not good at cooking.Wen Yuan is just the opposite. She has a good cooking skill. She always cooks delicious food in different ways. She wants to keep the cotton in her arms soft.

But whether it is good food or renting a house, money is needed, and there is not much money left after paying the tuition fees.

In order to have more money, Mianmian took an extra part-time job behind Wen Yuan's back, but she fell ill and Wen Yuan was so angry that she had angina pectoris.

They had their first quarrel.

Wen Yuan Qi Mianmian hid it from her, and was even more angry with her incompetence. She was depressed and didn't want to talk, so she just fought coldly for several days.

After recovering from illness, Mianmian cooks for her and makes her happy.The simple scrambled eggs with tomatoes and fried pork slices with green peppers didn't taste very good, and the kitchen almost burned.

Wen Yuan sighed, but said nothing, and finished eating.

Mianmian smiled innocently, and coaxed Yuan to say, "An extra meal at night, it's guaranteed to be delicious."

Wen Yuan: "..."

At night, Wen Yuan anxiously waited for Mianmian to do something frightening, but Mianmian was sitting on the bed wearing her shirt.

Although Wen Yuan couldn't remember Mianmian's face, she remembered that Mianmian looked at her with innocent and seductive eyes at that time, and asked her while unbuttoning, "Do you want to add extra meals?"

The first quarrel led to another first for them.

Wen Yuan remembered that it was raining that night and the air was humid.

It was raining heavily outside the house, and they hugged each other inside the house, dripping with sweat, like two fish sinking and floating in the waves.

Mianmian's soft voice humming, Mianmian's softness without bones, and the overlapping shadows cast on the wall have become the deepest memory burned in Wen Yuan's bones.

21 years old, about to graduate from senior year, Wen Yuan joined a foreign trade company to operate a foreign online store, and Mian Mian worked as a teacher in an educational institution.They changed to a whole rented house.

They work hard to make money and save money on food and expenses.

Mianmian said that they want a house of their own in the future, and it doesn't need to be too big. It would be even better if they had a cat and a dog.

That became the goal of Wen Yuan's efforts, she changed her dream without authorization, she wanted to give Mianmian a big house, a fat cat and a fat dog.

At the age of 23, the young and vigorous Wen Yuan wanted to quit her job and start a business. They talked all night long under the warm quilt. Wen Yuan had already registered a store, and she had made a plan, but the early development required too much money. She didn't know such a thing. The decision is not correct.

If it fails, her and Mianmian's hard work in the past few years will be in vain.

Mianmian gave her the card for depositing money and said, "I trust you."

"Why do you trust me so much?" Wen Yuan teased jokingly, "Aren't you afraid that I'll become famous and abandon my poor wife? Don't be afraid that I'll leave you with the money."

At that time Mianmian was about to cry, but she said very firmly: "I believe in you, you had many chances to not want me, but you never did."

She got into Wen Yuan's arms, and added sullenly: "However, I'm really afraid that you don't love me and don't want me."

How could there be such a painful girl? Wen Yuan felt as if a sugar bowl had been smashed in her heart. The sugar was terribly sweet, and the glass hurt her terribly.

On that day, she took Mianmian's hand close to her, leading her to explore herself.

"Then I'll give you a shot in the arm."

"Do it once, baby."

She has been with Mianmian for a long time, and Mianmian is always the one lying down, Wen Yuan knows that Mianmian is trying to give her a way out.

But she also knows that she never needs to retreat.

In this life and in the next life, she wants to be tied to Mian Mian, never leave her.

That night, although Mianmian did not shed tears, Wen Yuan could feel that she was very happy.

Wen Yuan is also very comfortable.

It's just that the next day my waist is sore and my legs are weak and I can't get up. The bed is not very comfortable.

At 24, they attended two funerals.

Mianmian's father drank too much and stepped on the village road and fell into a pit. There was a lot of snow in the winter of that year, and the body was not found until the snow melted.

That man was so useless even to die.

Mianmian's nightmare came to an end with her father's death.

Not long after, Wen Yuan's uncle also died of illness.

Wen Yuan is actually not as indifferent as she appears on the surface, she is very affectionate and righteous, and although her uncle treats her not close, it is not bad.

The loss of the last relative in this world made Wen Yuan feel empty and lonely.

Mianmian hugged her and whispered softly in her ear, "Baby, you still have me, I will always be with you."

She melts in her tenderness.

How lucky you must be to meet the right person in the great world, go hand in hand, and stay together forever.

At the age of 25, Wen Yuan's company has grown, and they have a house of their own. They raise a golden gradient named Gangbeng'er and a corgi named Qianqian, both named after Wen Yuan.

Mianmian laughed at her: "Mr. Wen only has money in his eyes..."

Wen Yuan kissed Mian Mian's lips, her hands restless: "I still have a little wife in my eyes..."

The days are getting better and better, and Mianmian's cooking skills have also improved.

The more money you earn, the more busy you will be at work.

Home is the most comfortable place for Wen Yuan, as long as she returns home and sees Mianmian surrounded by corgis and golden gradients, all fatigue will disappear.

She likes nestling in Mianmian's arms, likes Mianmian gently rubbing her head, likes Mianmian singing softly to her, she likes creating a home with Mianmian.

she loves her...

When they were 25 years old, they went abroad to apply for a useless marriage certificate, took beautiful wedding photos, and did a series of useful guardianship notarizations.

Wen Yuan also bought insurance, and the beneficiaries were all Mian Mian. She was worried that if she was gone one day, at least Mian Mian would still have money.

No one expected that the initial fears would become true.

The 26-year-old Wen Yuan's life is always fixed on Mian Mian's birthday.

That day Wen Yuan made the cake by herself and left the company early, wanting to pick up Mianmian from get off work and give Mianmian a surprise.

On the way there, she was involved in a car accident.

Sometimes this is the case, some accidents in life come unexpectedly.

The ten years of Wen Yuan and Mian Mian came to an incomplete end on that day.

Before she died, she was holding the phone in her hand, but she didn't even have time to send a birthday greeting.

She can no longer promise her baby "I will celebrate your birthday with you next year" as usual every year.

There will be no next year.

Her Mianmian, how will she live in the future...

Only after death can we know that there is a soul in this world.

Maybe it was because she was reluctant to leave, maybe it was Mianmian's obsession with her that bound her.

Wen Yuan's soul has been floating by Mian Mian's side.

She watched Mianmian curled up outside the ward helplessly pulling her hair, her tears broke, and she cried until she lost her voice, crying until the cancer patients passing by were infected by her and cried too.

Wen Yuan really wanted to wipe away her tears, but she couldn't.

She watched Mianmian firmly manage her funeral with her own eyes, but when she returned home she curled up on the sofa and curled herself up. It will break if you touch it.

Wen Yuan really wanted to hug her girl, but there was nothing she could do.

She saw with her own eyes that Mianmian had the idea of ​​committing suicide, but she was helpless.

Fortunately, Mian Mian was saved by the cancer patient.

She heard Mianmian crying to the patient: "I thought I could make it through, but I can't at all. Her breath is everywhere, and I always see her when I open or close my eyes."

Wen Yuan looked down at her transparent self, feeling so uncomfortable that she couldn't help herself.

She watched Mianmian wake up startled in countless nights, stared blankly at the empty bedside on the other side, and sent voices to WeChat messages that never got a reply in the quiet night, deceiving herself: "A Yuan, I miss you, what are you doing?" Time to go home."

She watched Mianmian learn to cook her favorite dish, and because she lost her mind and cut it, her first reaction was to act like a baby: "A Yuan, my hand is broken...it hurts so much."

After getting no response, she had no choice but to accept the reality, knelt down and pressed the wound masturbatingly, and complained in despair: "A Yuan... how dare you leave me alone."

Reluctant, how could she be willing!But no matter how she yelled, it was just a draft.

Wen Yuan was so sad that her soul seemed to be scattered.

This state lasted for half a year, until Mianmian accidentally rescued a strange bird and met its owner.

The woman was dressed in red, with a beautiful face and a pair of deep eyes.

In the eyes of living people, women are bright beauties in Hanfu, but in the eyes of wandering souls like Wen Yuan, they are unknown creatures with stronger spiritual power and magnetic field.

The woman in red said her name was Xuan Si, and she asked Mianmian if she had any wish to fulfill, and she could fulfill it.

"I want A Yuan to live."

The spiritual power of the magnetic field is too different, Wen Yuan can't get close to Xuan Si, and she only heard a rough idea of ​​what Xuan Si and Mian Mian said.

She has been wandering for too long, unable to conceive, and the spiritual power of her soul is getting weaker and weaker. She needs to be sealed in a blood jade and nourished by the blood of the closest person.

But always nourishing is not the answer, when Mianmian's hard work is exhausted, she will eventually die, unless she finds a more suitable spiritual place.

And the price of sending her to die after finding it is a life sacrifice.

She vaguely heard Xuan Si say: "If this is the case, you will be out of your wits, are you sure you want to do this?"

Wen Yuan yelled no, but it all turned into wind.

The wind blew up the cottony black hair, and curled up the sentence "I'm sure", blowing away Wen Yuan's soul.

With Xuan Si's deep laugh, she was sealed into a piece of blood jade.

From that day on, Wen Yuan was in the blood jade, watching her girl work hard for her death, sleepless day and night;

Seeing the blood jade being stained more vividly by the blood again and again, it was painful and helpless.

She wanders around the world just wanting to watch Mianmian let go of her slowly and forget her with her own eyes, and wants Mianmian to meet a better person again, even if she herself is in distress, as long as she sees Mianmian is happy.

But all developments run counter to what she thought.

It seems that bringing her back to life has become the only motivation for Mianmian to live.

Wen Yuan's last memory stays in the bright red blood winding down from Mian Mian's thin white fingertips, dyeing the whole book red.

"Let me ask you for the last time, do you not regret it even if your soul flies away?"

"not regret!"

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a tear rolled down.

Wen Yuan suddenly opened his eyes.

It was late at night, the room was dark, and there was a smell of disinfectant all around, it was in a hospital.

The light in the corridor cast some faint light from the window, and the small bed next to her turned over quietly, making a creaking sound.

Wen Yuan stared at the light leaking in from the window, and listened to the occasional footsteps in the corridor.

Those memory fragments flashed through my mind messily.

The nose was slightly acidic, Wen Yuan frowned, slowly bent her legs, tears swirled in her red eyes.

How could she forget that silly girl who spent ten years with her and wrote it into the blueprint for the rest of her life, ran around for her, sacrificed her life for her, and gave everything for her.

How can you forget the person you love the most and everything between them.

Self-blame, grief, guilt, deep self-loathing... all kinds of emotions mixed together, swept over like a huge wave, and drowned her.

Tears soaked the pillow, Wen Yuan curled up and trembled, she bit her hands tightly, her mouth was full of fishy sweetness, but she didn't dare to let out a slightly heavy gasp.

How could she... fall in love with another person in the world she sacrificed her life for?

How could she... let her down so much...