Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

Tangtang went to the cemetery holding the Begonia flower.

She didn't have any money. The taxi driver saw her stupidly. He came to the cemetery early in the morning and suspected that he had encountered a delirious maniac.

Tangtang found Mu Zening's tombstone, opened the bricks, and found that the dagger he had hidden underneath was missing.

She knelt and sat at the tomb blankly, full of confusion.

That dagger is very important to her.

It is not only a magic weapon that can restrain her, but also evidence of her existence in the world.

Her bones melted into the dagger.

If one day, she dissipated and annihilated like blue smoke, that dagger would be the only thing that could prove her existence.

Presence is a good thing. It allows us to be recognized, valued, and psychologically satisfied and happy.

Some people publish books and innovative products in the professional field, making the world feel their existence.

Some people leave the handwriting to visit here in tourist attractions, which is also a kind of inferior expression of seeking existence.

And our tireless release status, photos, and videos are also subconsciously seeking responses from the outside world. Those responses make us feel our own existence and the truth that is different from the void of life.

What if you can't perceive your own existence?

...About, it will be boundless loneliness, as if being in a cold and desolate.

Tangtang leaned against Mu Zening's tombstone, cold and hard. That warm embrace is now only fantasy.

Mu Zening is always different to her.

Because Mu Zening only has her.

There are always many people in everyone's life, one less, and others to make up for it.

But during those wandering days, she and Mu Zening depended on each other for fate, and they were both unique and irreplaceable.

Of course, she was wrong in the end, even if she was so close, he still chose to save Mu Zi and abandoned her.

She looked up at the sky, it was dazzling white, so far, so big, she felt more hesitant.

He has been raised by others and never lived alone.

"Muzening, I miss you so much..." she whispered, slowly closing her eyes next to the tombstone.

I miss him teaching her handwriting; I miss him cooking for her with recipes; I miss his low-voice reading bedtime stories...

Maybe he didn't treat her so nicely, but what should I do? When fragile, she can only search and search from these memories, pick out the good ones, and warm herself up.

...

Tangtang slept for a while in front of the tomb, and when he woke up, his hands and feet were frozen stiff.

She barely got up, said "goodbye" to Mu Zening's tombstone, picked up the flowerpot, and staggered out.

I don't know where to go, just follow the road anyway, wherever I go, and wherever I go, it's actually the same.

She walked for a long time.

From the remote cemetery, I walked all the way to the city. I couldn't walk anymore, and I sat in the waiting chair at the bus stop to rest.

There was an old cardboard box not far away, and there was a meowing cat cry from the cardboard box, and the sound seemed small and faint in the streets where cars came and went.

It seems that when it is time to leave work and school, the passing vehicles gradually become denser, with some getting on and off, and people coming and going.

Tangtang looked at the carton and wondered if anyone would take the cats away.

The two female students got off the bus and stopped when they passed the cardboard box: "Ah, so cute..."

He picked up one and touched it, it was furry and couldn't put it down.

"Can your parents let you keep a cat?"

"I guess not, my mother thinks little animals are shed hair."

The female student put the kitten back into the carton and sighed, "Oh, I really can't bear it."

Then the two left.

After a while, a young couple passed by here.

The girl said, "Who threw this cat? It's so pitiful."

The boy took his girlfriend forward: "Leave it alone, it's dirty, maybe there is an infectious disease."

The two also left.