Chapter 16

Darkness travels to light, but the blind travels to death.

-Tagore's Bird Collection

If you like a person, you will be humble to the dust and then bloom. I love spiny birds, not spiny birds. If love is so humble, what is the result of love?

In this world, there are countless overlapping and connected worlds. When you walk out of this world, you will see a new world, which is no longer the world it used to be.

I'm worried. Is the prickly bird still the same prickly bird before? With such anxiety, I'm walking back and forth, quietly waiting for the passing of time.

When my mother saw that I was abnormally not drinking all day, she asked with concern: "Xia Shu, what are you happy about..."

"Oh. I just don't think this is good. I answered perfunctorily.

In order to avoid my mother's worry, I have to excuse that I want to leave my alma mater, so I am unconsciously irritable and want to drink some wine.

The kind mother put down the stone in her heart and said with a smile, Xia Shu is really a kind child.

And inadvertently said that when your father left, I was just like you...

My mother didn't know what happened between me and the prickly bird. In the conflict with my sister, my mother was more or less aware of it. However, my mother felt that it was just an adolescent rebellion and didn't think much about it.

"Mom, I have something to do when I go out. Don't wait for me to come back for dinner."

After leaving this sentence, I disappeared in the last summer noon.

The prickly bird sat opposite me with a smile, like the prickly bird I have always known, smiling gently at me. The laughter of the prickly bird warmed the heat of summer and soothed me.

"Are you here?"

The prickly bird greeted me warmly, and I sat down.

"Pingbird."

"Hmm."

"Pingbird."

"Hmm."

I have repeatedly confirmed the truth in front of my eyes. At that moment, there was a slight sour feeling in my eyes.

"Xia Shu, thank you for coming." The prickly bird took my hand: "If you don't come today, I will live in pain all my life."

"Prickly bird..."

"Summer tree. Can you walk with me?" The prickly bird interrupted me and said, "Is it okay?"

We walked side by side on the noisy street. The prickly bird's eyes hung with a happy smile, the corners of his mouth were raised, his long hair was draped over his shoulders, and under the action of passing cars, he raised in the wind...

Because of happiness, the footsteps are a little messy. Don't find the unknowns of the future. I want to see the distant future. The pace of the prickly bird is very fast. I try to keep up with your footsteps. Love is not complicated, but some people add an attributive before and after the modification of love, which is nothing more than "I love you" and "I hate you".

I wanted to confess several times, but the spiny bird deliberately or unintentionally avoided me. The spiny bird just told me where she went to work and how much money she earned these days. The prickly bird is thin, and the original white and tender skin is pale and unhealthy yellow, which is a sign of lack of rest.

The tired prickly bird sat down on the park bench.

"Xia Shu, the three of us have been sitting like this before." The prickly bird sighed with nostalgia: "That feels so beautiful."

"Hmm." I was bitten by the prickly bird, took her little hand and said, "Prickly bird, can you not torture yourself?"

"Ha ha." The prickly bird touched his nose and asked me, "Xia Shu, do you hate me?"

I love the prickly bird, and I love it blindly. At first, there was hatred for the use of spiny birds. With the deepening of missing, I, who was intertwined in love and hate, was confused in an extremely contradictory mood.

I was silent, and I sighed without saying anything.

"To be honest." The prickly bird stared into my eyes: "Tell me, I want you to tell me the truth."

"Hate." I gritted my teeth and said, "But I love you."

"I'm sorry." The prickly bird said, "I'm sorry. Some things are not as simple as you think..."

"Why do you all say that things are not that simple?" I vaguely felt that things were not as simple as they were on the surface. My sister and the prickly bird said similar words, and I asked, "What the hell happened?"

"Summer tree. Don't force me, okay?" The prickly bird leaned against me and said meaningfully to me, "One day, you will know."

"What's the matter?" I shouted, "Is the world crazy? Why is everyone like this?

The prickly bird muttered to himself: "I'm spying on the happiness of others in the dark and laughing. I'm not jealous, not envious. I just found that this happiness used to be so familiar around me."

I couldn't speak for a long time, and the prickly bird didn't say anything for a long time. We rely on silence on each other like this.

On that day, we didn't say anything before I sent the spiny bird home. The figure of the prickly bird disappeared behind the door. I stood outside the door, expecting the prickly bird to open the door. I want to say, the prickly bird, I forgive you.

However, I didn't wait for the door to open slowly. As I recalled this place, I burst into tears. If I have enough courage outside the door, is it possible for everything to be restored?

The next day, the prickly bird committed suicide in the bath at home. The spiny bird cut the aorta of his hands with a sharp blade, and the spiny bird** lay in a bath filled with hot water, always closing her eyes that could smile.

When the family of the spiny bird found the spiny bird, the spiny bird had been lying there for 8 hours, and no one could still be alive with 8 hours of blood loss. That's how the prickly bird went.

We can't go back! I can't go back. Thornbird! You should know that in this world, there is a person waiting for you to open your heart wall. Memories are always melancholy. For the old people, memories have been their whole life. For me, you are my life.

The police asked me about the last time I saw a spiny bird. I said, I killed the prickly bird. I hope the police will shoot me like a criminal who killed the spiny bird and take me to the world with the spiny bird. However, the prickly bird did commit suicide. The police treated it as a natural suicide.

Shortly after people find hope in despair, they suddenly find that the so-called hope is just to create greater despair. Absurd drama, this is an ending that I can't figure out.

At the funeral.

"Get out, you are the one who killed my daughter, you murderer..." The mother of the prickly bird hissed and pushed me away, and I staggered to the ground.

"I..."

"Regardless of Xia Shu's affairs. The death of the prickly bird has nothing to do with my brother. My sister stood in front of me.

"My business has nothing to do with you. You are not my sister either."

"Kle him, kill him..."

The anger roared, and the same things around me hit me. I clearly felt the pain on my forehead, and the hard things hit my forehead. The hot blood left along my forehead.

There is a trace of comfort in my heart, and this pain can relieve my regret a little. I hate it. Why don't I hold the spinybird and tell her that I'm relieved. I don't hate anymore.

Because I didn't do it, the spiny bird flew away.

Close your eyes and bear the punishment silently. This is the punishment I deserve. In the future, I haven't seen it. I just miss everything about you.

" Stop it! Do you think it's fair? To the prickly bird, is it fair to the summer tree?"

It was my sister. It was my sister standing in front of me. My sister's forehead, face, and clothes were smashed unbearably. The back of her forehead was slightly broken. My sister squeezed her mouth and blocked most of the damage for me with her body.

Xia Shu, there is a sister, and you stand behind your sister.

Xia Shu, my sister will always protect you and your mother.

Xia Shu, look, who dares to bully you is the end.

My sister said to me when I was a child, and she also guarded me like this. Why? Why did the three of us go in three different directions?

"I don't want your protection. I don't need it." I shouted and left the funeral angrily.

Leave...

I don't belong here. Nothing belongs to me, and I don't belong anywhere.

The spiny bird stays in the world that doesn't belong to me. She throws everything in the big world to us. The world will not crack, because death is not a gap.