Chapter 1765 (one thousand seven hundred and sixty-five) given
Seeing Wu Xun Sheng smiling and saying that of course he was fine, she felt that he was not just saying this to comfort her. Although she still didn't understand why Tie Wandao let Wu Xun Sheng leave early, she was relieved.
Wu Xunsheng still smiled and said to Tie Hongyan, "You really don't have to worry about me. I'm fine, right?" His eyes were full of tenderness when he spoke.
Tie Hongyan looked into his eyes, and he looked into hers.
The two of them just looked at each other and into each other's hearts, as if they could keep looking at each other like this for tens of millions of years.
"Isn't this good for me?" These words seemed to have an echo, echoing in Tie Hongyan's ears over and over again, but the voice became smaller and smaller.
Tie Hongyan, who had just felt more at ease in his heart, felt a hint of uneasiness from the increasingly smaller "echoes", and the uneasiness quickly grew again.
At first, Tie Hongyan didn't know why there suddenly seemed to be something uneasy in her heart. At the next moment, she suddenly thought of what others said from then on, if no miracle happened, Wu Xunsheng would only He has only one more year to live, and may die at any time during this year.
She felt like she was being hit in the heart, and suddenly felt dizzy again. She closed her eyes, but soon opened them again.
She immediately told herself over and over again in her heart: People like him... there must be miracles... there must be miracles... there must be...
Wu Xunsheng felt that she seemed to be uncomfortable at the moment, so he said: "You have been sitting for so long, you should lie down and rest."
Tie Hongyan took off the clothes on his body and prepared to lie down.
After Wu Xunsheng carefully helped her lie down, he carefully covered her with the quilt to prevent her from catching cold. Tie Hongyan felt much more comfortable soon after lying down.
"I will burn the paper on which I wrote on it first," Wu Xunsheng said.
Tie Hongyan nodded slightly.
When Wu Xun Sheng burned the paper on which he wrote, Tie Hongyan, who was lying on the bed, looked at him, his movements, and the paper he was burning.
There seemed to be unspeakable emotions flickering in the firelight.
Tie Hongyan suddenly thought: The meaning of the words on the paper has already entered the hearts of people who have read these words. Even if the paper is burned, the meaning of the words in people's hearts has not been burned. Is it true that even if many years later, those who have read the words on the paper have forgotten the words on the paper, the meaning will actually still be there? If so, where?
She suddenly thought of the "Three Worlds" mentioned by the stall owner who sold six pendants, and then thought of the fish named "Three Worlds Swimming", and she was filled with thoughts.
She thought again: If the paper on which the words were written is burned, will those words completely disappear? If the white paper itself has no soul, then does writing on the white paper count as giving it a soul? Even if the paper on which words are written is burned, will its soul still exist somewhere? Is the smoke when burning the song of fire sung by the soul of paper?
After Wu Xun Sheng finished burning, he collected the ashes with paper, put them together with the ones he had collected before, wrapped them up, and put them in his pocket.
Tie Hongyan watched Wu Xunsheng handle the ashes and thought: Where will these ashes drift to in the future if they are thrown away? If there really are several lives, will these ashes fly to the next life one day? When the wind blows, ashes will scatter. If the ashes scattered in this life really float to the next life, will they be able to meet again in the next life?
(End of this chapter)