Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 69 Cycle of Pain

  As the light in the screen dimmed, the flowers and the appearance of the prisoners gradually disappeared.

   Xiaolan exhaled, and her shoulders were also pulled down.

  All the happy days of Hua Cong are over.

  The colored glaze screen has changed back to the appearance of a screen, Xiao Lan was startled and turned her head, but found that besides the screen, the pictures in the other colored glaze objects are still frozen in the happy time of the flowers.

  Her roommate, her friend, her relative, Ren Chong.

  Everyone is smiling.

  Almost the moment Xiaolan turned her face, all the pictures began to move at the same time.

  ”How could the flower bush be missing!”

   “I’m all to blame, I should go with her…”

   “Impossible, impossible, impossible…”

   “This kid… can’t let Huazhi know…”

  ”I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

   “I don’t believe it, I’m going to find her…”

  People’s voices sounded at the same time. Unlike the happiness and tranquility just now, the disappearance of the flowers is like a bomb, igniting the lives of people around.

  People fell into chaos, people began to suffer.

  A tearful face appeared in front of her eyes, and a cry of despair.

   Xiaolan was surrounded by this overwhelming sadness, standing in the middle at a loss.

  The screen lighted up again, and Xiaolan quickly looked at it. It turned out to be the familiar white world, and the pale person lying flat on the white bed with white walls and white roofs.

  The picture approaches, and the person’s face slowly appears.

  The beautiful pupils with tears and the thin cheeks, even if they lose their blood, they are still unstoppable white and delicate.

  She looks like Hua Cong.

  But she is not a flower bush.

  Xiaolan probably knew who the person in front of her was, and she couldn’t help pinching the white scarf on her shoulders with her fingers.

   “Twig, let’s eat something.”

  A man approached as he said, and when he appeared in the screen, Xiaolan recognized at a glance that this was Sister Huazhi’s husband, Dapeng.

  ”How could the clumps disappear?” Huazhi stared at the bare branches outside the ward with a dull look, and the voice was murmured, as if from the chest cavity, “Impossible, impossible to be missing…”

  Dapeng clenched his brows and put the lunch box on the small table beside the bed.

   “Hua Cong just went out to play,” Dapeng squatted down and held Hua Zhi’s right hand, “When Xiao Zhi grows up, we will go to her. We will definitely find her.”

  Two lines of tears suddenly flowed down from Huazhiben’s dry face, and she shook her head sadly, “I can’t worry about it, I can’t worry about it.”

   Xiaolan’s nose just turned sore, but the picture suddenly went black. Before any further development, the screen changed back to its fragile and transparent appearance.

Is    finally over?

  ”Hello classmates!”

  The voice of a somewhat familiar boy suddenly sounded in the silence.

  This voice is…

  ”Classmates, please wait…”

   Xiaolan slowly turned his head, and on the glazed slab in the corner, the familiar plot appeared again!

  Everything seems to be turned back to the starting point, confession, injury, love… the scene that appeared just now, once again, loops.

   Xiaolan raised his head.

  Hua Cong is like this, looking back on the good times time and time again, are you suffering the pain of loss?

  What can you do in this house full of happy and sad memories?

  Hua Cong must have her purpose in guiding herself here.

  ”Flowers?” Xiaolan called tentatively.

   did not answer, but Xiaolan knew that Hua Cong had been by her side.

  How to help the flowers, how to help yourself.

   Xiaolan looked at a room of bright or dark colored glaze, and an idea gradually emerged.

  (End of this chapter)