The people on the stone platform disappeared in the darkness. At the last moment, the group images were blurred, like the shadows of the waves in the previous life.

And there was a ray of light ahead.

Meng Qianzi walked towards the light in this ball, her feet were very stable and she didn't stumbling. The ball was dull and silent. The luggage bag in her hand was very heavy. The fall feeling was the only real feeling so far.

She was not afraid, this was the path Jiang Lian had walked.

***

The light became stronger and stronger, and she finally walked to the connection between darkness and brightness.

The light was too strong, except for wherever it came from, there was a vast white area everywhere. Meng Qianzi closed her eyes and adapted for a while before opening it again.

This time, she saw more than one figure, tall, short, fat and thin, half hidden in the vastness.

Everyone is moving forward, and everyone is leaving her with the back.

Meng Qianzi took a few steps and rushed towards the nearest one. When he approached, his breathing suddenly became rapid.

She recognized this back, this was Gao Jinghong.

It is said that this entrance is the passage of the next life, and death is the end of a lifetime and the beginning of another lifetime. Is the eldest lady walking into the next life step by step from here?

She looked at the other figure and recognized Shi Xiaohai, He Shengzhi, and there were still people in groups of three or three. In her past half of her life, she had left the old man.

Death is a long straight line, and everyone will attach to it, sooner or later, far or near. What she saw was the person she had left in her life. What the eldest lady saw was another group of people. Is there a grandmother Duan among them?

Where is Grandma Duan? Will she see her early lovers?

What happens if you catch up after seeing it? If you catch up, will the love in this life be over again?

Who will you chase?

***

Meng Qianzi walked around one person after another, and could only see her back - and every time she bypassed, they would appear in front of her instantly, as if she was stubbornly reminding her not to be out of order.

Finally, she finally saw Jiang Lian's back.

As before, he is tall and lonely, but he is never depressed. Jiang Lian will never feel depressed at any time.

Whose back would he chase? Give it Tongsheng, or his mother?

Meng Qianzi stretched out his hand and gently touched his shoulder.

At this moment, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, the world suddenly changed, the five senses were reunited and clear, Meng Qianzi felt like she had been around for a long time and was coming to the world again.

***

The mountain breeze is cool and the coldness brings the breath of dead leaves.

Meng Qianzi heard vicious curses and cries.

She turned around in panic and saw a dilapidated brick house with a lame man holding a fire tong, chasing a woman with a disheveled head.

The woman just laughed, sometimes she went to grab the tongs, sometimes she ran away with her head in her arms. Meng Qianzi was so angry that she was about to push the man away, but her eyes were all in a daze.

She saw Jiang Lian.

Jiang Lian, who is only three or two years old, is very young.

He wore a very dirty and torn cotton jacket and bulging big-headed cotton shoes. He stood by the well platform of the water pressing well, holding his fingers in his mouth, staring blankly at the chase and hide.

Not long after, the woman was beaten back to the house. The lame man passed by the yard cursing and suddenly saw Jiang Lian, cursing "Little Bastard", then kicked him in the butt, kicking him out.

Meng Qianzi was confused and subconsciously raised her hand to catch Jiang Lian, but she caught a fright - Jiang Lian passed through her palm that blocked the surroundings.

She could only watch and have no way to interfere with everything that had happened.

The man limped away.

Meng Qianzi felt very distressed and squatted in front of Jiang Lian to look at him.

Jiang Lian was lying on the ground, motionless. Seeing that the man was walking away and would not beat him again, he slowly got up from the ground and walked out of the yard with kicks and treads.

While walking, I rubbed my butt with my hands. There was a hole in my cotton pants, revealing my white butt egg.

Meng Qianzi's eyes were red and she burst into laughter with a thud.

After a while, she stood up, picked up her luggage bag, and walked forward.

This time, as I walked, it became dark and the mountain roads were winding, as if I could never see the end. The night insects were swallowing and the night fog was hazy.

Meng Qianzi heard the sound of running from far to near behind him.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Jiang Lian fall in front of him. He was holding a cloth bag, and the cold steamed buns and candies inside rolled all over the floor.

Jiang Lian sniffed and went to pick it up one by one with his butt sticking out.

Meng Qianzi wanted to help him pick it up, but like before, he couldn't pick it up.

She stared at the piece of fruit candy that could not touch under her hands.

A dirty little hand reached over and quickly grabbed the hard candy in his palm.

Meng Qianzi raised his head and called him: "Jiang Lian."

Jiang Lian seemed to have heard it, and seemed to have just taken a chance to raise his head: the tears on his childish little face had not dried, and his eyes were empty.

Meng Qianzi said softly: "Don't be afraid, run forward and keep running forward, I will wait for you in front."

Jiang Lian tightened his cloth pocket, hugged it in his arms, and then ran away again, like a gust of wind, swaying in this cool night. His thin figure swayed on the mountain road and disappeared.

Meng Qianzi stood on the mountain road for a long time before continuing to walk down.

Go forward, he and her have to go forward.

When I met Jiang Lian again, it was under the bridge.

He grew up a little longer, and was wrapping newspapers on himself layer by layer in the howling cold wind, and then curled up and lay down.

Meng Qianzi heard him mutter: "You want to eat fragrant cakes, with meat and sweet butter."

It seems that Jiang Lian’s ability to taste delicious food is not good. This combination should be so unpalatable. Meng Qianzi sat beside him, guarding him to fall asleep, stroked his face with his hands, and whispered to him: “There will be any, there will be any.”

...

After leaving the bottom of the bridge, the road ahead is still long. Jiang Lian's life is like a slowly unfolding scroll, and she wanders through the scroll.

She felt very lucky: She missed Jiang Lian’s first half of his life, but she didn’t miss it.

She saw Kuang Tongsheng holding Jiang Lian cleanly, while the nanny beside him was holding the little Kuang Meiying. Kuang Meiying dressed like a little princess, with cute embroidery on her clothes and collar. She stretched out a fleshy little finger and kept pointing at Jiang Lian, her mouth was vague and she shouted: "You, you."

Jiang Lian's eyes did not look sideways.

Kuang Tongsheng opened the door, which was a typical boy's room, with a small bed, toys, soft pillows, and fluffy quilts.

Kuang Tongsheng pointed to the room and said to Jiang Lian: "From now on, you will live here, it's all yours."

Jiang Lian nodded expressionlessly.

Meng Qianzi was a little surprised: When Jiang Lian was a child, was that cool? It’s impossible, he was a silly child who couldn’t be cool.

Not only Tongsheng took him to the door and left.

And she guessed it right.

Jiang Lian's coolness that was deliberately brought out suddenly disappeared. His lips were curved with smiles, his eyes narrowed into two cheerful little fish, and then he rushed to the bed, rolling around on the bed with a big down pillow, and rubbing his face with his face. His face was full of satisfaction and said, "It's so soft, the softest cotton pillow in the world."

Meng Qianzi leaned on the door and smiled and watched Jiang Lian jump around there. As he smiled, tears came down.

She thanked Kuang Tongsheng.

Besides, when Tongsheng chose Jiang Lian, of course, it has a purpose, but so what?

Thank you for ending Jiang Lian's childhood displaced and letting him pillow the softest cotton pillow in the world, so happy.

She saw Jiang Lian grow up and had a vigorous youthful aura. She saw him urging Kuang Tongsheng to learn this and that. She saw him ignore Kuang Meiying. She saw him deliberately smoke, went to the dance hall, made friends, and then was hung up by Kuang Tongsheng and couldn't get out of bed for half a month.

I also saw him letting the star in his palm fly in the night wind. The little star rose from the palm of his hand, trembling and bright, which was hidden by him. One day he would like to appeal to a girl to the hope that he could speak.

...

Jiang Lian, Jiang Lian, every scene, every frame, is Jiang Lian.

***

Finally, she and him met.

From then on, Jiang Lian's life was all her.

Most of these were actually experienced by her, but from the perspective of the bystanders, everything is different, and there is too much fun to be ups and downs.

It turned out that when she was half-intoxicated by the high incense burned by Bai Shuixiao, she had grabbed Jiang Lian's face hard and pulled his face into deformation.

It turned out that when Tongsheng was critically ill, Jiang Lian kept looking through his phone along the way to Xiangxi, hoping to see if there was any new news and new contact persons to apply.

Kuang Meiying asked him: "What are you looking at?"

He just smiled and said, "See if the caregiver has sent any news about his godfather."

It turned out that when he was in Guilin, he had chased Meng Jinsong's car, and he was so angry that he had known about the things that she found difficult to talk about in the morning.

No wonder he would say, "I can guarantee that the problems you are worried about will not be a problem."
To be continued...