Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 71 The third room

  I know this is a sad story.

   But all this, it’s time to stop here.

   Xiaolan raised her fist toward the screen.

  With a hard blow, the gentle appearance of the flower branch, and the sad look of the flower branch, turned into fragments at that moment.

  It’s not just Hua Cong who should come out of grief.

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  Ren Chong was still sitting in a familiar seat.

  There are memories of walking with her, her taste, her breath.

  It’s been too long for the one you love.

  But he kept waiting.

  Ren Chong turned the pages of the book and read as much as usual. The evening sun was flowing outside the window, everything was the same as usual.

  The sun gradually sets.

   Ren Chong turned the page in front of him.

   Suddenly, like a ray of flash passing by, there seemed to be something in the body, and he left.

   Ren Chong fought a cold war.

  The same sunshine, the same quiet library in the evening.

  Ren Chong looked around with wide eyes, and his right hand unconsciously climbed towards the heart.

  What happened to me just now. It was obviously a warm and comfortable environment, but I suddenly felt my heart empty.

  It seems to have forgotten something important.

  Ren Chong sensitively put the book away and looked around.

  This corner is very deserted, and there are no self-study people nearby.

  It was suddenly cold just now, I’m afraid it’s not, maybe there is something evil here.

  The backpack was put on his back again, and Ren Chong hurriedly left.

  It’s weird here, why would you sit here and study?

  Forget it, let’s change the place next time.

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   Xiao Lan panted lightly, staring at a room of large or small glazed shards.

  Those screens, all of them are invisible at this time.

  Hua Cong’s laughter stopped at some point, and the two remained silent, only the rubbing sound of broken glass from time to time.

  The night in the world is coming, and the sunshine outside the window is gradually dimming. It seems that there is still time passing by here, and it will not be abandoned by time.

   “Why would you do this?”

  The voice of the flowers calmed down, and there was no sadness in it.

   “I did this because you have to do it.”

   Xiaolan stood among the flying ash and replied.

   “I don’t know what destroying this place will bring to them in reality, but I know that compared to the you who indulged in the past, I hope they can forget you more.”

  There is another long silence.

   “Does Huazhi remember me?”

  After a long time, Hua Cong’s forbearance finally came, with worries and expectations.

   Xiaolan breathed.

  If Huazhi does not remember you, all this will not happen, and it will not be what it is now.

   “She still remembers you now, but…maybe slowly forget it,” Xiaolan lied, “Huazhi lives in happiness now. I think happiness can cure pain, what do you think?”

   “Hey…” The girl’s long sigh echoed, “You said it will do it, I will believe you for the time being, if I find out that you lie to me, I will definitely go to you to settle the account, huh…”

   Xiaolan’s hanging heart finally let go. It seems that even with deceit, he finally found the correct answer to this room.

  ”Flowers…”

   “Hey, what’s your name?”

   Xiaolan was a little confused by Hua Cong’s sudden interruption.

   “I…I’m Liao Yilan, you can call me Xiaolan…”

  ”Xiaolan…” Hua Cong muttered, “The name is pretty good. It seems that your name is good, so let me give you a hint.”

  The prompt is coming? Xiaolan pricked her ears.

   “The third room is the opposite of this glazed house,” Hua Cong paused, “This reminder is obvious. Go look for it, Xiaolan.”

  (End of this chapter)