Chapter 89 The Fourth Floor of the Magic Tower

After entering this floor, it made Qi Wanxiang feel like he had entered a mourning hall. White veils hung around, and deep and sad music came from his ears, mixed with intermittent whispers of people, which made Qi Wanxiang's mood involuntarily become sad.

"Xiang, let's forget it. I may not go back to Xining after graduation. Now we are all adults and we have to think about it in the future. Come on, I believe you will find a better girl than me to be your girlfriend. Come on!", "Okay."

It's my first girlfriend and the scene where I broke up with him. When I broke up, I had a hunch, so when that moment came, I was not as sad as I thought.

When he was in the second layer of the magic tower, this scene was also experienced again by Qi Wanxiang. At that time, it only made him feel even more impossible to refuse his first love, but now, Qi Wanxiang feels that he was not only wrong when he broke up, but also wrong to refuse her at the second level, as if he was to her. It caused irreparable damage.

This inexplicable regret, in the blink of an eye, becomes a huge regret that fills Qi Wanxiang's heart, or a kind of sadness from the bottom of his heart. Although Qi Wanxiang didn't want to do this, he found that his tears had rolled down like a broken pearl, and there was an impulse to cry loudly in his heart.

In the past, Qi Wanxiang was not so fragile that no matter how bad he was, he would not cry easily. But now, I don't know why I cried, and after the tears fell, I seemed to be in a worse mood.

Although tears still fell uncontrollably, Qi Wanxiang said to himself in his heart, "No, since I have made two choices to leave her, I should not cry for her, and she is no longer worth crying."

Thinking of this, Qi Wanxiang felt that his heart had calmed down a lot, the picture of separation from his first girlfriend in his mind also faded, and tears also had a tendency to stop. However, at this time, another picture without warning came into Qi Wanxiang's mind.

The picture is a construction site, scattered with various building materials. The roar of the machine and the sound of tapping all fell into Qi Wanxiang's ears. At this time, a cring figure came into Qi Wanxiang's eyes. This rickety man became clearer and clearer in the seriousness of Qi Wanxiang. At this time, he was carrying a few pieces of steel and moving forward laboriously.

Looking at this difficult brickeback, Qi Wanxiang's heart can't help but "bang! Bang! "Bang" jumped quickly. Slowly, this man's face finally came into Qi Wanxiang's eyes, which he could not be more familiar with. It's really the owner of this face. Only by persistent work did he pull himself up and make himself successfully receive higher education that is difficult for other rural children to enjoy.

"Dad" Qi Wanxiang shouted out in a hoarse voice, and his eyes had already been drowned in tears. At this moment, Qi Wanxiang was so guilty and heartbroken. Facing his father's back, he seemed to be able to do nothing but shed tears.

The picture disappeared from Qi Wanxiang's mind in a flash, but his tears kept falling. He roared with grief, "Is it even necessary to deprive me of my father's right to see it again? You invisible bastard, you bastard.

It seems that Qi Wanxiang's roar worked, and another picture appeared in Qi Wanxiang's mind. However, Qi Wanxiang took a closer look and saw that there was no such figure as his father. It was just a piece of farmland. Although he looked a little familiar, he didn't seem to be too far away to see it.

A gust of wind blew, and the crops in front of us were like a green sea, constantly causing layers of ripples. The picture kept getting closer, and Qi Wanxiang seemed to have smelled the unique fragrance of grass mixed with the earthy smell in the field. However, due to the scorching sun, the closer the picture is, the more Qi Wanxiang can feel the heat wave from the ground. Even if it is occasionally blown, it cannot completely dispel the forced heat.

Suddenly, the face change was fixed on a woman working in the field. This woman's slightly fat figure is only about 1.5 meters tall. This is her sweaty work. Her face has been tanned by the scorching sun, and her lips are dry with a trace of blood.

At this moment, the woman's whisper clearly entered Qi Wanxiang's ears, listening to her plan while working there: "Today, I must try my best to finish the work in this land. In this way, I can do some odd jobs tomorrow, so that I can send more living expenses to my son at the end of the month." At this point, the woman laughed lowly.

Although her face has long been magnificent, and her hands have been covered with oldcocoon, she is so beautiful in the eyes of Qi Wanxiang at this time. Mother will always be the greatest person in the world, and the tears in Qi Wanxiang's eyes are like a river bursting. Gently stretching out his hands, Qi Wanxiang just wanted to hold his mother and have a painful pain.

However, the picture disappeared again, just like Qi Wanxiang's father's bent back. However, this time Qi Wanxiang did not roar or scold. He just cried low there, as if nothing else in the world had anything to do with him.

It wasn't long before another picture came into Qi Wanxiang's mind. * It is a common mud embryo house in the northwest. A couple sit together under the low eaves and look at a photo in their hands. The man seems to be constantly comforting his wife. At this time, their dialogue also came to Qi Wanxiang's ears.

I only heard the woman choke and said, "Xixi, I said that my son died in an accident. After we got the compensation, we didn't even see my son's bones. But later, someone said that he was a cadre of the country. If our son worked for the country, he might not be able to go home for a long time and gave us a large salary.

"You see, you have to believe in the party and the country. After completing the task, our son will come back gloriously. Maybe he will be sent back by many people with big red flowers on his chest. Maybe..." The man's comfort sounds very pale, but he can't lose his wife after losing his son. Now he hopes that his wife will cheer up soon. However, the woman didn't seem to listen to his Chunchun's comfort, and she interrupted his comfort.

"I just want my son, as long as he comes back to the bedroom door. I will return all their money to them, and I haven't touched a penny. As long as my son came back healthy and lively, woo..." As he spoke, the woman cried again, and her husband seemed to be infected, and his wife actually cried.

Seeing this, Qi Wanxiang can't stand it anymore. The couple in the painting are his parents. What a strong couple, they have never been overwhelmed by the difficult life, and after losing their son, they can only wash their faces with tears all day long.

Looking at their obviously thin face, Qi Wanxiang could no longer suppress his sadness and began to cry. Tears had blurred his eyes, and even his face had been covered with tears.

He tried his best to change his head, and Qi Wanxiang saw the sad picture of his parents not far away, but he had no choice but to do what he did. This picture seemed to take root and was in his mind. The sound of his parents crying has also been filling his head, making his sad mood even more sad.

I don't know how long he cried, but the voice of 70,000 passed before has become extremely hoarse, but the crying of his parents in his mind continues. Even my mother's words are still echoing in my ears: "I just want my son to be healthy or jumping around."

Constantly chewing on his mother's muttering words, Qi Wanxiang seemed to understand: "Yes, my parents want me to improve myself and live a good life. Why should I keep crying here? Does it work for me to keep crying?

As soon as Qi Wanxiang untied a little knot, he saw his father in the picture suddenly shouting, "You unfilial son, how can you think so? We hope you feel better, but do you no longer have the least sadness for us?" Even his mother stopped crying and looked at herself with tears in her eyes, and her eyes were full of puzzlement.

Being shouted by his father, Qi Wanxiang, who had always been filial, didn't know how to answer his father for a moment, and even his words became incoherent: "No, that's not what I mean. You know me, I love you..."

His heart was so confused that Qi Wanxiang even had a dead heart at this moment. Suddenly, Qi Wanxiang found that his father had become so strange. His father had not scolded him since he remembered. Whenever he made a mistake and was chased by his mother, the first thing he thought of was to hide behind his father. Only there could he stop his mother's broom.

Qi Wanxiang, who suddenly understood, shouted at the sky, "No, you are not my father. My parents never ask me to do anything for them. They just hope that I can live a good life. Those are my parents and the greatest parents in the world. You are fake at all. Get out of me. The head... I want to live well for my parents." In the last few words, he shouted like that, with a trace of blood left on the corners of his mouth.

With a bang, the picture in Qi Wanxiang's mind became fragmented, and he could faintly see the angry parents in the picture. Next, the repeated appearance in Qi Wanxiang's mind can evoke his sad emotions, but what else can make him cry and sadly want to commit suicide again? Of course, such a thing no longer exists, at least in Qi Wanxiang's heart.

The surrounding environment changed, and it was still the white room. A big 'sad' word was written on the opposite wall, and the two sides of the sad word were written in the form of a couplet: "Thousands of miles of lonely grave, nowhere to say desolate. Looking at each other without words, there are only tears." The place of horizontal criticism is: "There are ten things in life that are not satisfactory."

"Oh," sighed faintly. Qi Wanxiang cleaned up his mood, stretched out his hands and rubbed his face vigorously, and walked to the stone door on the wall again.