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Gong Shuji is a beauty.

Did I say this?
I must have said that.

Beauty does not distinguish between men and women.

And he is the most handsome person I have ever seen in my life.

This one covers all men and women.

When we first met, I thought he looked scary. I rarely evaluate a person like this, and this is not an empty statement.

Because as long as one has a sense of beauty, if he looks directly at his face, he will be swept away by a breathtaking sense of beauty.

A person with such an aggressive appearance, with a smile that is always on his lips, dilutes that face into a product called 'mildness', which makes people not feel too abrupt.

Today, the flickering candlelight can outline shadows on the wall, but it cannot outline a smile.

Therefore, the lines on that half of the face are unique.

I held my head and watched for a while, then suddenly asked:
"Gong Shuji, has anyone ever said that you deserve everything?"

The shadow on the wall paused, and Gong Shuji continued the movement of his hands. The sound of water accompanied by his soft voice reached my ears.

他 说:

"No."

"No one said that."

"Teachers wouldn't talk like that, and the elder who was responsible for saying this, my mother, said I was ugly, and my father's eyes would always fall on my mother."

Yes, how can a person who is scolded by his parents for getting perfect marks in the exam be praised for his appearance?
I thought about it:

"But it's different now. You've grown up."

"You should have your own ideas."

Gong Shuji didn't reply immediately. After a long time, he wrung out the towel with one hand and seemed to be mumbling:

"is it?"

After I nodded, I realized that the other party might not be able to see me, so I could only speak out:

"Yes."

"So what are you suffering from?"

Gong Shuji stopped, and I was never crazy about his appearance, but just wanted to ask this question:
"I'm suffering from all the experiences I've had since leaving Wanyao. I'm suffering from why I can't find my second uncle's bones. I'm suffering from the pain that things in the world can never come true."

"And you, what are you suffering from?"

I didn't think about this problem at first. It was the story of the flat hair and the baby face that aroused my doubts.

The parents of Chuntuo and Babyface were not kind to them, so when they died, they both felt a sense of relief.

And the reason why I miss my second uncle so much is because he was so good.

There is no better father in the world than my second uncle.

But what about Gongshuji?
Gong Shuji's parents were not kind to him.

Logically speaking, he should, like those two people, return to his own life. Although he occasionally feels gratitude, he must always move forward.
What is he suffering from?

There was a faint sound of breaking the air behind him, and Gong Shuji threw the towel into the basin.

The shadow on the wall shook a few times:
".Do not talk."

The sound of water stopped briefly and then continued, and I continued:

".Am I not understanding enough?"

Am I taking it for granted?
Or is it because no one taught me those emotions, so I guessed wrong again?
Gong Shuji's voice was still very steady, but his shadow was trembling:
".Stop talking."

He said it again.

I moved my feet to tilt my head and take my eyes away from the wall. Gong Shuji repeated it again:
"Don't talk. I don't want to hear you talk for the time being."

I don't know why he repeated it so many times. But I could feel that the other party really didn't want me to talk.

I sighed and sat obediently waiting for him to finish washing, changing clothes, and boiling water for me, and then he said:

"Take the candle to your side."

Gong Shuji raised his head and glanced at the candle, then at the wall. His face was much darker than the dark areas in the room:
"Why didn't you just..."

I had been waiting for his words for a long time, and immediately imitated his hoarse accent and repeated:

"Don't talk, I don't want to hear you talk yet!"

Gong Shuji fell silent.

So, there was another sheet between the two of us using an ink fountain as a rope.

I ended up getting rid of one of the straps, but luckily it was knotted so it wasn't a huge problem.

In the dark room with only candlelight and beating heart, only the sound of dripping water seemed to be heard.

I wiped my face and asked:
"Gong Shuji, why do you think this life is so short?"

Gong Shuji on the other side of the shield seemed to stiffen for a moment, and there was a rare hint of hatred in his tone:

"If you have any questions, can you? Can you ask after you take a shower?"

"Do you think this is the right occasion?"

I didn't think about why I couldn't ask this question, so I could only continue to take a shower. Seeing that I didn't respond, Gongshuji let out a long sigh:

"Actually, it's not too short."

I stopped and Gong Shuji continued:
"The time that humans can live is already much longer than that of most living things, and it has nothing to do with shortness of time."

"It's a bit funny to say it, but actually I think living fifty years in this life is already extremely exhausting."

"If it were longer, seventy, eighty, ninety, or even a hundred years, it would be too torture."

"The public loser has an elder who has lived a long time, more than 140 years old, and has not passed away yet. His junior is very filial and has been supporting him. If he can't eat, he will give him glucose injections. If he is not in good health, he will hire a professional Nursing staff take care of you, and rehabilitation doctors provide regular training to prevent muscle atrophy.”

"We are distant relatives, so we have visited this elder many times."

"He is still alive, but it is clear that he is just alive."

Gong Shuji raised his hand, and now the candle was on his side. He controlled the shadow on the wall and made a gesture:
"He has many such long indwelling needles on his body, and each one has a different purpose."

"He is still alive, but his skin and skin will not heal and are festering. He cannot speak, cannot open his eyes, and even breathes so slowly."

"So, I don't hope that I can live until that time and cause trouble to others."

"The length of life is only relative."

"Some people want it longer, some people want it shorter."

“And in the end, it all comes down to your own ideas.”

"It is understandable that you are now afraid of the truth about that hanging mountain and feel that the time is too short."

"Actually, fear of death and greed for life are also human nature."

Gong Shuji weakly grasped a handful in the air, but the candlelight did not leave anything behind for him:
".But I'm not afraid."

"I promise you, if I die before you do, I will definitely look at the upside down mountain for you."

"If it is really going to be eaten up, then I will hold on to the last bit of my soul to return and bloom a white hyacinth for you on my grave."

"If not."

Gong Shuji smiled bitterly and did not continue.

But I took the words:

"It's okay not to open it."

"If not, you can't help but die, right?" (End of Chapter)