Ju Nian's world has always been his own. Wu Yu is the one who wanders the closest, but she never knocks in. Now, Ju Nian thinks he is here. He is back and accompanying her and the child, but she can't see it.

Feiming's name was chosen by Ju Nian. It comes from the ancient proverb, "If you are observing but not wise, you can observe but not be observing. If you must win, you are not brave. If you can win, you are brave." A long time ago, Ju Nian once used this sentence to enlighten a pale young man with a gloomy face. In fact, she has always tried to use this as her life motto, avoid being crazy, be competitive, be simple and clumsy, be at peace and contentment at any time, and it is rare to be confused. Later, she thought for a long time, and felt that such a creed was not often done by wise people, but more of the self-comfort of the weak. Ju Nian always thought that she was such a coward, but because of this cowardice, it is better not to see many things too clearly.

Is the other side of black white? Is the other side of love hate? Is the other side of death life? It’s a confusing account. The first thing Ju Nian did after she was released from prison was to try all her energy to find Wu Yu’s burial place. This was the only hope that supported her to spend the long dark night in prison. It was the motivation to play a model female prisoner, go out faster, and get back to him, even if he was buried deep in the ground. She didn’t know what the meaning of looking at that glance was, but this really reduced her torment in the high wall to the lowest point.

It was a rainy day when she was released from prison. The inmates and familiar prison guards inside all told her the blessings of the situation: the rain can cleanse all the past and filth, and indicate new life. But when Ju Nian was in prison, which was the last set of clothes Cai Yilin gave her, slowly walked out of the rusty iron gate of the female prison, there was no one outside, except for the rain curtain connecting the sky and the earth. She didn't know where the road was, so she could only blame the rain for covering her eyes.

My parents had long disregarded her daughter, and they couldn't go home. The only person in the world who would care about her was quietly sleeping somewhere, waiting for her visit. Ju Nian was holding the certificate of release from prison and the 262 yuan she earned from working points in prison, but she couldn't find the bus line back to the city, so she had to reach out and stop the taxi that occasionally passed by. Without exception, the vehicles whistled past her, and the water droplets flowed from the end of her short hair into countless winding streams. After her anxiety, she gradually felt ridiculous. Which driver would stop and carry a woman soaked at the door of the prison?

The world is infinitely vast, and it is so vast that it is desolate, but a person has no place to live.

At this time, Ju Nian saw a woman walking hurriedly in the rain with an umbrella.

It was Ping Feng. She was wearing the most vulgar red dress, burning in the rain like fire, sweating on her forehead, and said carelessly: "I'm late, the last guy I picked up was like a chicken blood, I'm fucking..."

Those vulgar words were spit out smoothly from Pingfeng's delicate mouth. After Ju Nian was stunned, she hugged this worldly and real warm atmosphere.

For some time afterwards, Ju Nian lived in Pingfeng's narrow and messy rental house. Ping Feng was released from prison for half a year and returned to her old business without any accident to make a living. She didn't say much to Ju Nian, and was always very busy. At that time, Ju Nian was also struggling to find a job, and her limited money was soon left. She knew that without Ping Feng, she could not pass those days. Except for her leisure, she was in good order, she was unable to do anything else.

Pingfeng is young, beautiful and charming. She is the top among her peers and always has a good business. She is usually not here at night. For Ju Nian, she never brings "guests" back to her residence. Ju Nian has been helping to inquire about the whereabouts of Wu Yu's body with Ping Feng's support. She ran to many places and looked at her face, and finally got what she wanted.

It is basically consistent with what Chen Jiejie knows. Because no one claimed, Wu Yu was buried in the suburbs by the government. It was not sent to the medical school laboratory like some death row prisoners. In Ju Nian's opinion, Ju Nian vaguely found that desolate place with the rough identification of an insider. Because the distance was long, it was almost dusk. Standing in front of the weeds and facing the direction of the sunset, the last dazzling light of the afterglow made Ju Nian almost unable to open her eyes. For a long time, she was in chaos in her heart, unable to tell whether everything in front of her was real or illusory. From one edge of the city to another, from one forgotten corner to another, is this Wu Yu's life? Is the silent person inside him really him?

Ju Nian stood until his feet were numb and left at Ping Feng's urging. Before leaving, she buried the "best loquat leaf" that Wu Yu gave her in her second year of high school in the soil. What he said, pomegranates and loquats, Wu Yu and Ju Nian. Let this familiar breath accompany the sleeping people.

Surprisingly, during the whole process, Ju Nian had not shed tears. Not only Ping Feng was worried that she would get sick, but she thought she would collapse at this moment, but nothing was there. She didn't even forget to cry under the heartache, but she just felt confused and unfamiliar, and she numbly completed a long-awaited ceremony like no emotion. Could it be that the permanent separation and the loneliness in the high walls that dulled the deep thoughts?

Pingfeng chewed chewing gum and accompanied Ju Nian back, but her eyes were filled with worry. Ju Nian's calmness and indifference made her feel a little creepy. Until she walked out of the cemetery, she had just breathed a sigh of relief, but Ju Nian, who had been by her, stopped.

Ju Nian rushed back to the place before, as if he couldn't hear Ping Feng's call. Without saying a word, he bent down and tried to squeeze the still loose soil with both hands. Ping Feng was shocked, afraid that Ju Nian would do something amazing, and Ju Nian just took out the withered leaves that had been buried not long ago from the soil.

"What's wrong with you?" Ping Feng asked with Ju Nian in his arms.

Ju Nian pinched the leaf and suddenly laughed at Pingfeng. She said, "I am so stupid, how could Wu Yu be here."

Yes, how could Wu Yu be here? How could the dead dead bone under the loess be the young monk of Ju Nian? Whether he is burying or cremating, even if he is dissected in the hospital laboratory and is fragmented? It is not him, but just a discarded body.

"But they clearly said...whether he is?"

Ju Nian smiled and pulled Pingfeng away.

She didn't say that because she was afraid that Pingfeng would think she was crazy. But she knew that she was very sober. She had never been sober since she watched Wu Yu step in front of her.
Chapter completed!