The woman sitting cross-legged in the room said this, even if she talked about the past, her expression would not change at all.

It was as if the story didn't happen to me, and I was just a bystander recording someone's life, without participating in it from beginning to end.

"He wants me to love him."

She couldn't understand what love was, so she couldn't love him as he wished.

She asked Du Ziheng what love was at that time, just like she asked this boy she didn't know now.

"What is love?" she asked.

Feng Wuli found that he couldn't answer.

"It turns out you don't know what love is either."

This person didn't know what love was, Du Ziheng didn't know what love was, and she didn't know what love was either. She was watching Du Ziheng crying in front of her, and she wanted to pull him up, but she just passed through his body.

Du Ziheng couldn't see her anymore and couldn't touch her.

It turns out that human life is so short, and it can be explained completely on such a small piece of paper.

Just as he was about to go up to him and say something, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a woman in red appearing next to the young man.

He said that couples should stay together forever.

Mr. Du waited outside the door for an hour, and Chifu next to him kept staring at him. He felt uncomfortable. Seeing that the sun was about to set, he ordered a takeaway for the little girl.

The main person who wanted to pay the Dharma donation sent Buddha to the west, so he followed him.

Mr. Du said that his second uncle has been living in this courtyard for the past few years, and his family property has been taken care of by his nephews.

Now Chifu squatted beside the stone beast, staring at him while eating.

Feng Wuli thought he was Du Ziheng in the story.

"In my hometown, in the mountains behind my hometown." Mr. Du replied.

When he raised his head again, there was only one stone statue left in the room.

Mr. Du just said: "Second uncle passed away last month."

Just as he and Duoxin never got closer, in the end he couldn't even put a red cloth on the stone statue.

She really didn't understand what love was, and she didn't know why Du Ziheng wanted her to love him.

But the letter said that he loved himself.

When she put on that dress, she was indeed beautiful. The red sun of sunset was at the end of the city, and the sloping golden light painted her face.

Mr. Du has been a person with strong inspiration since he was a child. Just as he could see the flash of Youhuang just now, at sunset and dusk when the yin and yang alternate, he also saw a lot of joy that ordinary people cannot see.

He thought that if he found the dress, he would be able to see Duoxi again, but instead he lingered here for many years and missed the dress countless times.

After hearing the rest of that person's life, she just moved her lips calmly: "That's it."

"This dress is also a part of you. He couldn't see it at the time."

But her name was never absent from his life.

Du Ziheng started looking for the dress here.

When he went out to the front yard that day, the wind happened to blow, and the red coat was blown away by the wind.

She knew that she was not a smart monster, she had always been stupid, and Ah Heng had become smarter than her in just a few years. But when she asked Ah Heng what love was, Ah Heng couldn't even answer.

One person is in the front yard and the other is in the backyard, listening to the chirping of cicadas in summer and watching the falling snow in winter.

Duoxi heard the words, but there was no joy or sorrow. She was a stone and a monster, unable to understand human emotions.

The woman stood up and took off her clothes as she walked. Feng Wuli quickly avoided looking at her.

But Du Ziheng rarely goes into the backyard anymore because he can no longer see Duoxi.

She read the letter quietly, and most of the things it told her were about that person's life.

Mr. Du ran into the house. He remembered that the letter was inside, and when he came out again, he had an envelope in his hand.

But Duo Xi asked, "Where's Ah Heng? Where's Du Ziheng?"

From that day on, Du Ziheng could no longer see monsters or hear their voices.

The setting sun passed through her body and fell on the stone statue behind her.

Feng Wuli placed the stone statue next to the tombstone. Chifu's eyes were changing up and down, left and right, and he frowned from time to time, which aroused Mr. Du's confusion.

Daxi looked at his stone statue leaning against the lonely grave and walked slowly closer.

Until the end, he never saw that woman again, as if the past few decades had been his fantasy alone, as if there had never been that woman. When Du Ziheng entered the backyard for the last time, what he saw was still a stone statue of compassion.

After that day, she began to think, but she was just a stone. After decades of thinking, she still couldn't understand what Du Ziheng meant by asking her to love him.

Feng Wuli asked her: "What are your plans next?"

Every day when I go out and wander on this street, even if that piece of clothing is hanging on a branch, I pass him by day by day, year by year.

"My wife, I'm so happy to marry you——"

These are not Feng Wuli's responsibility. It's really a family matter, but Mr. Du still asked him for help.

Duoxi looked at them line by line, and it turned out that he was the one who taught her how to read.

Mr. Du: "..."

"Where is he buried?" she asked.

Feng Wuli had good eyesight. When he saw the small grave, he looked at the tombstone with great joy and said nothing.

There was a movement in the house, and Mr. Du quickly looked around and saw the young man coming out holding a stone statue.

It was handed over to the woman.

"There are quite a few monsters here."

Fortunately, Du Ziheng was a native of Junsha, and his hometown was not far away. The sun just set in an hour's drive. Fortunately, Feng Wuli followed him, because Mr. Du could no longer see Duoxi.

When Taoxi heard that the little guy who had grown up in her eyes was no longer alive, she didn't know what to think.

"He rarely came back after that, and I forgot how long it had been since I last saw him." When she said this, she was still just telling a fact without any emotion.

Mr. Du was also listening, wondering what this person, who might be considered his second aunt, was going to do next.

She read slowly and no one urged her.

"Ah Heng said that he made a dress for me with his own hands and wanted to bring it to me. He said that it would look good on me, so he went out."

Duoxi decided to go back and stay with him, even though it had nothing to do with love.

"By the way, the second uncle also has a letter. The second uncle left a letter..."

After his second uncle passed away, Mr. Du thought of what Du Ziheng was looking for before he passed away, so he printed flyers and had them delivered nearby.

Then he read it calmly, put it away calmly, and turned his head to look at the house calmly.

The red dress in her hand was taken over, and the woman changed her clothes here. She was as pure as white paper, without the embarrassment of human self-deception.

Duoxi opened it and took out the letter inside.

He fell ill.

She asked what Du Ziheng was doing before he died.

The stone statue was wrapped in a red cloth.

"It's just ahead."

When someone asked him what he was looking for, he shook his head and said nothing. His black hair turned white.

Feng Wuli carried the stone statue all the way up the mountain, Mr. Du led the way, and Chi Fu also followed.

It took even Ah Heng so long to understand what love is, so she probably had to think even longer to become white.

Duoxi thought boredly, sitting on the tombstone.

She felt that when she figured out what love was, she could agree to his wish.

"Ah Heng, look, the platycodon flowers are blooming again."
Chapter completed!