By the lake.

In less than a minute, Tang Ling had already dug a hole, and a hollowed-out tree barely counted as a coffin. Tang Ling put the black beads in it.

Then he stood aside and lit a cigarette.

Anyway, the scenery here is very good. It stays quietly in a fragment of time and space in the turbulent flow of time and space. It sleeps under the shadow of the lake wind and trees. I believe the black beads will not object.

In fact, Tang Ling also chose the last place where he and the other side should sleep peacefully, which was the mountain.

If you want to ask why? The answer is actually simple. Although the lake and mountains are beautiful, Tang Ling sensitively noticed that the mountain that was incompatible with the surroundings, such as the hill that had already begun to winter, retained the most real rules of time?

Tang Ling wants to be with Bi Yan and get closer to the real thing.

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, Tang Ling began to bury the black beads with soil, and it was very fast because the other side was still waiting for him.

This is the power of the previous civilization like a superman. It is quite quick to do these trivial things. Is it considered good news?

Soon, a little lonely little land bun was built on the shore of the lake. Tang Ling stood here silently for five seconds...

Even the final farewell.

In the next time, Tang Ling held a small tidy bag in his hand, and he wanted to stay by the other side to complete this four-color velvet.

If the other side falls completely asleep before completing it, then it must be completed. This four-color velvet flower should be with you.

Not far behind Tang Ling, the energy cover shaking very quickly. Even if you take a look, you can feel his anxious mood... Perhaps, if you know that Tang Ling will die?

Tang Ling looked at the energy cover with a sorry smile. The apologetic smile was because the promise might not be able to continue.

**

When I returned to the house, the sunset was about to fade away.

Mo Lan, who belonged to the night, began to smudge open in the sky, and the song that was not closed continued. Tang Ling stood at the door of the room, but suddenly lost the courage to push the door open and enter.

Or shouldn’t you bury the black beads? You should always be by the other side? How can you let such things disturb yourself and the other side?

But...it's just that when people become fragile and start to be full of fantasy.

Just like Tang Ling would fantasize that the world after death described by the previous civilization, according to the previous civilization, can only be relatively happy after death only if it is kind enough in life.

He wants to do something kind to bless himself and the other side and to have some happiness after death.

He gently placed his hand on the door handle, and Tang Ling almost used the greatest courage in his life to push open the door of the bedroom where the other side was.

Will you be unable to hear the breathing of the other shore?

Will the other side be the moment you left...

Tang Ling was like a little boy. He couldn't help crying when he thought of it. He stood helplessly in the already dark room, with his head hanging down, as if waiting for a trial...

‘Hiss’, the sound of a gentle inhalation sounded, as if it was stronger than before...

"Hu", then the sound of exhaling came again, and the rhythm of the interval seemed to be shorter than before, unlike every time you exhale before, it seemed like you were dissipating your vitality...

Tang Ling suddenly looked up, and an incredible light flashed in his eyes.

He dared not move, for fear that he would be so sad that he had hallucinations. As soon as he walked, the sound of breathing would disappear and the beautiful hallucinations would be shattered.

So, Tang Ling stood in the darkness, and the last light of the setting sun spread on his silhouette, forming a silhouette full of fear and care.

The breathing sound was still ringing in Tang Ling's ears, one more powerful and one more loud, one more loud and one more loud, and Tang Ling couldn't help laughing, and the sound sounded like the most wonderful sound of nature.

This is not an illusion, is it? This should...it is not an illusion, is it?!

Tang Ling didn't dare to look at the other side lying on the bed, but rushed to the audio and turned off the music!

Without the sound of music, the breathing sounds became more obvious. This is not... it is really not an illusion!

Is it happening? It seems that the other side has improved? Or is it the final "retrospective"? Tang Ling is not sure whether there is a retrospective, but he has been reading books of previous civilizations recently and has described such a phenomenon...

Tang Ling did not dare to turn around, and was very happy and sad. His mood of worrying about gains and losses made him turn his back to the other side, his hands on both sides of the speaker, and tears kept dripping from his eyes.

He was very scared, just afraid! Even when facing life and death, Tang Ling, who had never been afraid of it, was so afraid that he still had no courage to turn around this time.

The breathing sounds on the other side continue.

One minute, three minutes, five minutes... How long will the rebirth be carried out? Tang Ling has no idea.

But the breathing began to become strong and was almost normal, but Tang Ling could hear it.

Tang Ling has repeatedly created miracles, but is not a person who believes in miracles, because he knows that behind the miracles, there are many calculations and layouts, fighting regardless of life and death, and some luck.

The other side cannot improve for no reason, but why is this the truth? Putting aside the uncertainty of returning to the light, what is the reason?

After about seven or eight minutes of mental adjustment, Tang Ling was finally able to start thinking about some problems normally.

He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, took several deep breaths, then walked to the door, turned on the light in the room, then clenched his fists, bit his teeth, and once again plucked up all the courage to look at the other side.

Under the dim light, the other side was sleeping peacefully. The powerful breathing was indeed the sound of her breathing. Her pale and almost transparent face had improved a little. Although it was still pale, there was some blood on her lips.

Tang Ling's vision has always been excellent, but the scene in front of him was unbelievable. He actually rubbed his eyes, afraid it was an illusion.

He walked carefully to the other side and leaned over, observing the tip of his nose less than five centimeters from the other side...

There is nothing wrong with breathing sounds.

His face became better, nothing wrong.

The hand gently touched the other side's cheek, slightly recovering some temperature. That's right.

What’s important is that Tang Ling’s mental power has now returned to a certain level. He realized that the vitality on the other side has not passed away again...

No! It's gone by again!

Tang Ling looked silently, looking... Suddenly, his arms that supported his body softened and rolled down from the bed.

Tang Ling raised his arms, covered his eyes, wanted to laugh, but couldn't help but lie on the floor alone and began to cry loudly.

Since she was born, she hasn't cried so presumptuously, right? But it doesn't matter! It really doesn't matter... Because the other side is not dead, the other side is about to survive!

No one knows how strong it is to rely on these 20 or so lonely days to reach this last moment.

Tang Ling felt that his heart had been tempered for more than twenty days, and it was no longer the same as before.

Tang Ling believes that he has gone through the longest growth in these twenty days, and he has matured at this moment.

There is a little more different light on his body, which may be softer and warmer to life and death, and more transparent and vicissitudes of life and death. In the colors of his life, there are more large pieces of gray, which is not as clear as black and white.

Gray, very good too.

Actually, gray is a warm color, isn't it?

Tang Ling missed the crowd these days, so he began to vaguely touch the voice in his heart, the direction he wanted.

Tang Ling was tortured by his love life and death these days, and he began to respect life.

Tang Ling received the greatest and most meaningful temper in this fragment of time and space.

**

"Give it." The afternoon sun was a little dazzling. Tang Ling wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked a tomato from the vine, and threw it to the other side.

The red tomatoes drew a beautiful parabola in the sunlight. The other side took it with a smile, wiped it casually on the cloth skirt, and took a bite.

It was very sweet and had a bit of fruit sourness. This beautiful taste made Bi Yan squint his eyes and took another bite.

"Is it delicious?" Tang Ling also squatted beside the other side with a tomato in his mouth.

"Yes." Bi Yan nodded, reached out and touched Tang Ling's hair, as if he was stroking a big dog.

"What I planted is definitely not bad." Tang Ling ate the tomatoes in big mouthfuls, and did not forget to wipe the juice from the corner of his mouth.

However, Tang Ling's voracious eating style was already full of tomato juice on her hands, and the more she wiped her face, the dirtier it would be.

"Did you mean it?" Bi Yan raised his eyebrows.

Tang Ling swallowed the tomatoes in her mouth in one mouthful, turned her head and asked innocently: "What on purpose?"

Looking at the other side's flowery face, there was a smile in my eyes.

"Oh, nothing." Bi Yan looked a little stupid, as if he believed Tang Ling, but the next second he smeared the remaining tomatoes in his hand on Tang Ling's face.

"You are wasting food!" Tang Ling accused Bi Ye with righteous words.

But the other side suddenly approached Tang Ling, stuck out her tongue and licked Tang Ling's cheek, and then whispered in Tang Ling's ear: "Is this still a waste?"

The breathing of the other side surrounded Tang Ling's ears so hotly. Tang Ling blushed and lowered her head, looking so shy.

But suddenly he suddenly looked up, held the other side's face, and kissed the corner of her mouth.

This time, the Bi Han opened his eyes wide in surprise. Tang Ling was both dull and shy in his bones. This was the first time he was so bold.

Before the other side could turn around, Tang Ling had already run away and pretended to put away the tomatoes in the field.

"Hey..." Bi Yan felt it was a little funny and a little angry.

In the sun, Tang Ling turned to the other side and smiled: "It smells like tomatoes."

The other side stopped talking, and held his chin with one hand and looked at Tang Ling's smile in the sun. This young man is very handsome and likes him very much.

Tang Ling felt a little embarrassed when she was seen, but she couldn't help but look back again and again, peek at the other side again and again, and smiled down again and again.

**
To be continued...