Snow is floating on the window, what falls is its pure whiteness, what falls is its tenderness. Tenderness, just like the tenderness of a mother, so gentle, so simple.
Amy was lying on the white hospital bed, with soft pillows boosting her body, looking at the falling snow outside the night window. Her mood had eased a lot in the past two days, and after she had overcome her hatred, her heart had calmed down.
, she began to think seriously about the child in her belly.
Motherhood is a kind of nature. As the doctor said, can she really kill her own child? The child belongs to that person, but more of it belongs to her. She is conceived in her own child and grows in her own belly.
Even if you make a mistake, it is your own fault, and the child is innocent.
Amy thought so, but then she thought about the scenes of her parents dying tragically in front of her eyes, and she still couldn't get over it. When she thought that the child in her belly was her biggest enemy, the person she hated most, and the child she hated, she
I can't let it go no matter what.
Thinking about it, she recalled what the doctor said to her today: "Considering the actual situation, your current body is really not suitable for abortion. It is very likely that one body will die, two lives will be lost, mother and child will die. If you really do this
, then your family will be completely gone, your parents will lose their only daughter, and your hatred, your grievances, and your grievances will disappear. For you personally, death may be a relief, but
If your parents were still alive, I don't think they would be willing to see their daughter die like this. That is their only hope in the world. Your death will only benefit one person, and that is what you hate.
Man, he wanted to kill you but failed to kill you, but you killed yourself. Doesn’t this just satisfy his wish? He will not leave a tear for you, and the one who sheds tears will be you who have not left in heaven.
Far away parents.”
Obviously these words had some effect on Amy's current mood, so that she could calm down and think about her future, the future of herself and her children.
…
On the same night, the same girl who lost her parents and relatives, Ruola was sitting at the desk, the bright desk lamp was on, and there were some letters and documents on the desk. It turned out that these were the relics left by the royal mentor. Maybe it was because
These relics were just letters and some work documents, so it was not until last time that his colleagues found them from the office and gave them to Ruola.
Originally, Ruola would never look through other people's private messages, but when she was sorting them out, she accidentally discovered some mail files that seemed to be related to Teacher Bei Ji. Although Teacher Bei Ji passed away, she had always been very fond of Ruola for many years.
It was care. Ruola Xinqi wondered why the Royal Tutor had so many letters and documents related to Teacher Beiji. Out of curiosity, she opened it and looked at it.
It turned out that after returning from the incident from the Tomb of the Hero King, the Royal Tutor had been investigating the reason why Bei Ji went to the Tomb of the Hero King. He found that although Bei Ji went to participate in the archeology for gold coins and personal gain, part of the reason was also for
The gold and silver coins of Angels and Devils from the Bemut period, or in other words, the historical story behind the relationship between the coins and the Tomb of the Hero King.
Perhaps the reason why Bei Ji has been devoted to studying the ancient culture before the Holy Garden Calendar is that even though she was blinded by selfish desires, she could not forget her research and persistence in history. Even when she died, she could not forget the one she held in her hand.
The coin you don’t want to let go of.
After being dejected, Ruola continued to read through letters and work records and reports. After Becky's death, the royal tutor also became interested in researching the coins of angels and devils, but he encountered an accident before he even started to study in depth.
Bemut culture is a local national culture in ancient times, while the hero king Sag is a hero who emerged in the world in modern times. The two are seven or eight thousand years apart. I really don’t understand what is going on between them.
Implicated. But Ruola thought about what happened in the fake tomb of the King of Heroes. What happened to the King of Heroes thousands of years ago? He insisted on leaving clues to the fake tomb in Aipula Province, which would lead to the ancient times.
What kind of place is this map? Where is the 'Elf Sanctuary' mentioned by the King of Heroes?
Thinking of this, Ruola couldn't help but start to yearn for the ancient world, the civilization that existed ten thousand years ago, what kind of scene was it?
"It must have been a very beautiful era. People at that time must still be living a simple life. They were simple, kind, friendly and helpful to each other. Do they still have traditional and ancient sacrificial rituals? Yes, they cultivated farming next to their homes.
On the ground, women harvested fruits and vegetables in the orchards and put dustpans on their heads. They were busy with farm work under the bright sun, hardworking but happy... It must be like this." Ruola thought about ancient history, and her heart also drifted to
Even though all of this is just a figment in her mind, she is willing to think about this beautiful aspect, or maybe this is because her reality makes her heart too painful.
"Such a beautiful place is much better than the current city. I would rather live in such an environment than stay in this empty capital." Ruola lowered her head in despair, feeling a little sad in her heart. In this world
On the road, the only two caring people left one by one, and there was no one in this city who could make her feel intimate. Apart from this house, apart from her teaching job in the college, she was already alone, and she could no longer feel alone.
I had no other worries, as if I was in a completely unfamiliar place, so lonely that I had no one to talk to about my pain.
"I...I want to leave here." Ruola muttered something absently, and when she realized it, she was even shocked. She opened her mouth in shock, surprised by what she said, and then thought about herself.
the words said.
"...I...can I leave here?" Ruola thought carefully, and she was more and more surprised by this bold assumption. It was not that she had never left the royal capital, but that kind of leaving was different from what she thought now
It's completely different. In the past, when people left, her heart was still here, but now... now her heart just wants to stay away from this place and never come back.
Thinking of leaving the royal capital, Ruola's heart was beating fast. She had never had such a bold idea. She had been living here, growing up here, staying here, and finding a teaching job.
Finding an ordinary man to marry was her idea for the future. She was willing to live a plain life like this until she grew old, but now she wondered if she could change anything.
The vision of leaving, like a pebble falling into stagnant water, gradually set off ripples and gradually shook Ruola's heart. "Leave here, leave this place that I have no attachment to, I want to leave here~!" Ruola's heart
She was beating wildly and could no longer suppress her rapid breathing. Suddenly she calmed down again: "Where should I go after leaving here?" This is a realistic question, which determines that she is just following the wave.
Duckweed is still a free bird with a goal. But for her, even though the world is vast and boundless, there is no place she is familiar with, no place where she can put down roots and long for her.
She couldn't help but turn her eyes back to the messy envelope of transcripts on the desk. The scratchy handwriting was the instructor's bit by bit record, and it was also Teacher Beiji's unfinished wish.
"By the way, I can go to archaeology. I can... I can understand the world of Bemut. That was Teacher Beiji's wish before she died, and it was also the work that the teacher did not complete before he passed away." Just do it if you think of it.
La immediately packed up her things in the room. After packing for a while, she realized that it was still late at night and it was too early to do all this.
But Ruola had already made up her mind, and her heart was like a galloping pony. She no longer thought about whether there was any reluctance to leave in this city. Her heart was already galloping on the dirt-splattered wilderness road, looking forward to the future life.
.
"Yes, those adventurous travelers and those passionate mercenaries can live a free and unrestrained life, so can I."
That night, Ruola could no longer sleep peacefully. Her heart was filled with longing for the future. She had already begun to outline her new life, and she had made a decision to sell this house tomorrow.
It was the only relic she inherited from her unknown parents.