There are many things in this world that can be forgotten, but there are also some things that cannot be forgotten.
Yang Xiaowan always felt that she seemed to have forgotten something important, but no matter how much she thought about it, she could not remember it.
During these long years, she has been reminiscing.
Of course, it may not be a long time for her. In her impression, she seems to have been sitting in that luxurious but small wedding room, never feeling the passage of time.
People would come to the wedding room from time to time. Although she didn't know how long the interval between these "frequent times" was, for her, it was just a matter of sitting quietly for a while.
There is no concept of time in the story. Only when someone mentions it one day, will the time in the story pass again, and the forgotten people and things will be remembered again, but it is no longer possible to tell the truth from the false.
Countless nights of wedding flowers and candles.
She calls every man who enters the wedding room an official, with a shy and tender tone, and then kills them with her own hands when everyone is in a daze and the moment the death candle burns out.
She didn't remember how many people she had killed, but she only remembered that every time before the death candle burned out, those people would either tremble and pray, cry and beg for mercy, or run away desperately.
Some people also tried to attack her, but they undoubtedly died faster.
When they learned that their lives would burn out together with the death candle, these people easily believed it. No one thought that the living candle would burn out first, or that they did not dare to think so, as if the death candle
Burning out first is their destiny.
She doesn't like them.
Sometimes she would also think that even if it is a simple fate that can be decided by two candles, no one is willing to try to struggle?
But she was not qualified to laugh at these people.
Because even she herself had never thought that candles could be blown out.
Perhaps because she has been manipulated for so long, she has forgotten how to resist.
Her biggest expectation is that she hopes her luck will be better next time and prays that the candle will burn out first.
If there is one person who is willing to try to resist, then I will let him go, she thought, but she has never met such a person.
Of course the candle can be extinguished, but what about the real fate?
Since everything is fate, what is the meaning of resistance?
This feeling of powerlessness always lingers in her mind, just like the bleak life in her incomplete memory.
Everything is in vain.
Perhaps even the fate arranged by the living and dying candles is used to punish her, so that she will live in a manipulated life forever, so that she will never dare to offend the gods again.
Just take things as they come and obey your fate, maybe this is the right choice.
She thought so until she saw the original death candle being blown out.
And at the moment when the death candle was extinguished, looking at that figure, she suddenly realized that at least in this small wedding room, her fate could be decided by herself.
A very strange feeling suddenly arose in my heart.
She talked a lot with that man. At first, she just wanted to see if this guy who kept talking incomprehensible words and didn't look very smart would be so calm when he faced the fate of death.
.
Unexpectedly, the other party directly blew out the death candle.
Suddenly, that strange feeling originating from the depths of the soul revived.
It was also at this moment that some messy memories suddenly appeared in her mind - she remembered the past, the gods, and the life she had been dominated by.
I also remembered...the cruel fact that I was already dead.
The so-called wife of the gods is nothing more than a caged bird.
After struggling again and again to no avail, she finally chose to compromise.
On her eighteenth birthday, she resolutely accepted her fate in order to allow the remaining people hiding in the Yang Mansion to survive.
Put on your makeup, wedding dress, hijab, walk into the wedding room, and wait for the moment when the so-called god arrives.
It was also at this moment that she heard wedding blessings from everyone in her life for the first time - from her parents, friends, neighbors, and people she didn't know.
Although she only found these sounds harsh, she was not so disgusted anymore. Maybe this was acceptance.
Since you can't get what you want, just follow what they expect.
Everyone is looking forward to, looking forward to the moment when the gods marry her, looking forward to the moment when they follow her and ascend to heaven together.
However, until the end of the day was approaching, the gods did not come to marry her.
All expectations are like a joke.
Her eighteen years of manipulated life seemed like a joke.
But she was happier than ever, because it meant she was free.
She really wanted to lift the hijab, take a good look at the stunned and desperate faces of those people, and then welcome the rest of her life to be controlled by herself.
"Neighboring countries are attacking!"
At that moment, someone shouted.
She suddenly realized that since the gods no longer "favored" her, there was obviously no need for the Yang Mansion to exist, and the neighboring countries would destroy it.
Everyone began to rob Yang's property, and they also muttered words, calling her shameless. They bluntly said that if this bitch hadn't been so promiscuous, the gods wouldn't have given up on this shabby shoe.
Just some foul language.
She sat in the wedding room and listened quietly.
Suddenly, she heard someone suggest that it was a broken shoe anyway, and the brothers didn't know if they could escape from the neighboring country, so why not have some fun together?
So she quietly grasped the knife hidden in her sleeve.
Fortunately, someone stopped them, but what they said chilled her even more.
The man shouted at the top of his lungs, "The king of the neighboring country likes beauty. This woman can be regarded as the god's abandoned wife and a person of status. Why don't we present her as tribute?"
Suddenly, everyone became excited, as excited as when she was twelve years old and everyone saw the miracle in the sky.
Exactly the same.
"Haven't you been praying, saying that you can do anything as long as you don't marry me? That's good, I'll make it happen for you."
Vaguely, she seemed to hear the mocking voice of the evil god, who was cursing her that she would not be free for the rest of her life and would spend the rest of her life under domination.
Everyone naturally agreed, from parents to neighbors, unanimously approved.
Still no one asked her opinion.
"Marry, we will die if you don't," everyone begged.
She thought to herself, okay, since she had already put on her wedding clothes, marrying someone else would be considered a good deed, and in the end, she would save the lives of these annoying people.
My life...maybe this is how it should be.
But if only...if only I could choose for once.
Just do it once, choose a person you like, and only allow him to uncover your hijab. No matter if the other person likes you or not, even if he hates you, just follow him.
At least this is your choice.
But she obviously didn't have this chance.
Perhaps it is another joke of fate. The neighboring army has not arrived for a long time. It is said that it is caught in some kind of turmoil and will kill all targets.
She lost her value again and was scolded by everyone again.
Someone made even more extreme demands.
But this time she was really tired, so she simply took out the knife from her sleeve and slashed her neck calmly and decisively.
And it was at this time that everyone's voices disappeared.
It seemed that as her life passed, others died too.
Is this a punishment from the gods? She thought.
She heard a voice and someone came to her.
She said nothing, but the visitor guessed her thoughts.
"No god punishes me, it's me."
After a pause, the other party said, "Sorry, I'm late."
Although this person was apologizing, there didn't seem to be much apology or even emotion in his tone.
But with such a simple statement, she actually felt a little warmth from it, and even her body, which was gradually becoming cold due to the loss of blood, seemed to have a little more warmth.
She clearly didn't know this person, but this person seemed to know her, and... he was clearly worried about herself.
Such reserved concern, she couldn't help but think.
"Where are the gods?" she asked.
"You have to remember one thing, there are no gods in the world."
"I don't believe it."
If there were no gods, why would she suffer such a fate?
The visitor obviously knew her very well: "Because of your fate in the past eighteen years?"
"Um."
Her body temperature continued to drain, but she tried her best to stay awake and waited for the other party's answer.
The other party was silent for a long time, then suddenly said: "Then do you want to try it? Live a little longer, wait a little longer, and then try again."
"What to try?"
"Well... first of all, it's getting married. Haven't you always wanted to choose the person you like? I'll give you this opportunity. You can have a wedding every day, and the groom will never be the same every day."
"What if I don't like it either?"
"Just kill him."
The man took out something from nowhere and gently placed it in front of her, "If you don't like it, just let this candle with death written on it burn out first."
She wondered: "Why?"
"It doesn't mean much. I just hope you remember that your destiny is in your own hands."
"Do you have control over it yourself..." She murmured and asked, "What if I can't remember?"
"That's okay. Someone will help you remember it. I just hope you don't blame me then."
"Um?"
The man did not continue, but said softly: "I don't have the means to connect with the soul, but are you willing to wait? Just wait and see."
"What are you looking at?"
The man smiled: "Watch me kill that damn god and break that so-called destiny."
She was stunned for a long time, and when her body was cold, she realized that she had agreed somehow.
"I'm willing to wait."
She clearly felt that gods could not be killed, and that fate was irresistible, but she still agreed.
"It's going to be a long time."
"I'm willing to wait no matter how long it takes."
She touched something in front of her, which the man had put down before. They seemed to be two candles.
The blood continued to drain. When she was dying, she secretly lifted the hijab, but only saw a back figure gradually moving away.
He walked without knowing where he was going, and his steps were unimaginably firm.
The Yang Mansion no longer exists, there are corpses everywhere, the whole world is devastated, the sky and the earth are black, and the darkness is connected, which makes her feel an inexplicable despair in her heart.
Is the world destroyed?
The whole world was pitch black, leaving only the retreating figure and the remaining light in his hand.
The man was holding something in his hand that she had never seen before. She couldn't see it clearly, and there was a slight light on it.
Perhaps he noticed her gaze, but the man did not stop or look back. He stopped talking for a long time and sighed: "Forget it, it's not appropriate to say this now... and I can't say it either.
"
She was stunned: "What are you talking about?"
The man did not answer, but suddenly smiled and said, "Did you know that in our time, candles were not actually used like this."
This man talks really strangely...
She asked: "How does that work?"
"It's for blowing."
There seemed to be another sentence behind it, but she couldn't remember it clearly, and she fell asleep quickly.
She knew that she was dead and died on her eighteenth birthday.
The world became dark, and the man's figure also walked away.
Memories come in like a tide and fade away like a tide.
The figure was blurry, but gradually overlapped with the blood-covered figure in front of him.
He stood in a large shadow, facing the light group opposite, like an evil ghost from hell trying to challenge the gods.
But she knows who the real evil ghost is.
"Click."
The shadow in the darkness twisted its neck and seemed to glance at her.
An indescribable sense of oppression came over me.
Yang Xiaowan's heart was beating fast, not because of fear, but because of familiarity and some inexplicable things.
"Just wait and see..."
She suddenly remembered the sentence she heard many years ago.
"Watch me kill the so-called gods and destroy the so-called destiny."
