Great Artist

It is said that soap operas are too bloody. In fact, the most **** thing is always life, because in life, there will always be things you don't expect happen. Eden-Hudson did not expect the sudden death of his beloved mama, because the law firm was busy. The last time he saw Elisa Thomas was during the summer vacation of his junior year, although he had phone calls every week. , but it's still not as good as meeting.

When she learned of Mammy's death, Eden-Hudson could not wait to fly to Stockholm to see Mammy one last time. But then, he found out, what if he saw his mammy for the last time?

She can't talk to him anymore, she won't hold his hand to go to the pier, she won't wipe his tears and tell him "Don't shed tears in front of others, because it will only make you weak, without any effect.”  …

So Eden-Hudson slowed down, he went to film "Love Actually" with Evan-Bell, he had time for gossip, and he had afternoon tea as if nothing ever happened generally.

Birth, old age, sickness and death is an issue that everyone in the world cannot avoid. Every second, someone leaves and someone arrives in every corner of the world. It's just that those are strangers, not people they know, so it doesn't matter.

"I heard that she left in her sleep without pain." Eden Hudson looked at the coffin in the tomb and whispered.

Evan Bell did not answer. He didn't know what to say, and he didn't want to say anything, because what Eden-Hudson needed at this point wasn't a conversation, just a listener.

Eden-Hudson picked up the raft stuck on the mound, shoveled a handful of soil, raised his hand and put it in the air, but it solidified there, and the raft of soil seemed unbearable to pour down. Looking at the exquisite box in the pit, the box called a coffin, with a thin layer of wood, makes people feel separated. Below the box is heaven, what about above the box? It is the world, the world that is still cold and cruel.

Eden-Hudson's hands trembled, and some fine dust fell. Dust covered the coffin lid, covering up the original dark red color. He suddenly panicked, panic like never before.

He threw the rod in a panic, then took a few steps back, as if a vampire had been resurrected in that tomb. He looked at the coffin and kept backing away, backing up again, until he couldn't see it.

Looking at Eden-Hudson, who was standing in the same place like a headless fly, he took off the iceberg shell and his protection. After all, he was only twenty years old. After only twenty years of life, he had to face birth, old age, sickness and death. Still too jerky. Even Evan Bell, after 50 years of life, still can't face life, old age, sickness and death with his usual mentality. This matter, I'm afraid it will take a lifetime or two lifetimes to get used to.

"Eden." Evan Bell called out.

"Don't come here!" Eden Hudson's figure is full of timidity, like a child who woke up from a nightmare at the age of eight. He would be frightened by the possibility of a monster under the bed, and he would also He'd been awake all night with the sound of squeaking tree branches outside the window, and he would have his eyes widened at the sound of dripping water from next door. "Let's go back, let's go back!" Eden-Hudson said in panic and fear, as if a second later, the place would be overrun by monsters.

Such Eden-Hudson is so fragile that it makes people feel distressed. That tǐng-pulled ridge had lost all its strength, and he was completely curled up, holding his shoulders tightly with both hands, hoping to give himself some warmth because of the hug, but found that it was all in vain. The cold wind coming from all directions slowly poured into his black suit, as if he would ride the wind away at any time.

"Eden-Hudson!" Evan-Bell was angry, his eyes seemed to have entered the sand and became wet, his voice was nasal, but he was really angry. "This is your last farewell to Elisabeth. You want her to see you like this? Cowardly, cowardly, afraid, frightened, frightened... This is her grandson who has grown up?"

Evan-Bell's words made Eden-Hudson recover a little hún, and his scattered eyes were a little more concentrated.

"Eden, you are the messenger who escorted Elisabeth to another world. You are the best proof of Elisabeth's existence in this world. Don't you want to let Elisabeth leave at ease?" Wen Yibeier raised his voice, his voice seemed thin but powerful in this empty hillside, he almost used his whole body to roar, "Look up and see, Elisabeth is watching from above. You, what would she think when she saw you in such a mess The best proof of meaning in this world!"

Evan Bell's roar, returning to the spruce tree, startled a few waterfowl, the sound of flying away, mixed with the sound of the water surface, quiet and lonely.

Eden-Hudson finally came to his senses, his mouth opened, and no sound came out. He took a step forward, paused, and took another step, the tomb was already in sight. The sparse dust on the coffin is like dust with a negligible chance.

Standing still, Eden-Hudson took a deep breath, and then took a step forward.

Picking up the rafts again, Eden-Hudson shoveled a handful of soil again, looked at the dark red coffin, and whispered, "Goodbye, my dearest mammy." Then they dumped the soil in the rafts. Going down, the soil covered a piece of the coffin.

Evan-Bell picked up the iron rod that he just swung and started to help together.

The two young people, so silent, dug up the mounds on both sides and filled it into this large tomb. One row, another row. The gaps between heaven, **** and the world are filled bit by bit.

Looking at the filled tomb in front of me, the coffin has long been invisible. Burying a deceased person is like burying a memory, and my heart is suddenly empty. Eden-Hudson dragged his weary body and sat down beside the tombstone.

Evan-Bell looked at Eden-Hudson with a tired face and did not speak. Today's Eden-Hudson is not normal. His iceberg mask seems to be thrown into the Atlantic Ocean. All emotions are clear at a glance, but they are all stiff and jerky. Today's Evan Bell is not normal. He is best at comforting eloquence, but he has never played any role. It's not that Evan Bell doesn't know what to say, but he knows that whatever he says at this moment is nonsense.

"Condolences" or "May the deceased rest in peace"? None of this has any soothing effect. Because Evan-Bell knows that the wound in his heart can only be healed by time, and any other words are futile.

From New York to Los Angeles, Eden-Hudson has been very normal, normal to abnormal. His favorite mama died, but he seemed like nothing happened. This is the biggest abnormality. The outbreak just now, although abnormal, is finally a little normal. But, from start to finish, Eden-Hudson did not cry, not a single tear.

Tears are often a sign of weakness. But at some point, it is also the only way to get rid of toxins in the heart. If you don't cry out, the sadness in your heart will be like a slow poison, making people slowly lose all resistance.

Evan-Bell wanted Eden-Hudson to cry, but even though he was able to speak eloquently at ordinary times, at this time, he found that his eloquence was so clumsy that he couldn't say a word.

The surroundings were so quiet that it was as if the wind had calmed down. Looking back at Eden-Hudson, the stiff face had the same stubbornness as Evan-Bell, and the iceberg mask rearmed a little bit on Eden-Hudson's face. Evan Bell knew that once Eden Hudson re-armed himself, he couldn't cry, never. The sadness in my heart will be like a rotten poppy, and I can see a large number of flowers in my heart, making people slowly drag Eden-Hudson into the abyss.

Evan Bell saw indifference, cold and cruel indifference for the first time on Eden Hudson's iceberg face.

Realizing this, Evan Bell took a long sigh, and he thought of "mysterious skin" again. Perhaps, this is the second injury on Eden Hudson's growth path.

"Imagine a world without me and you start to fall apart. Let's pretend you've lost me for a while, won't you say you're alone and love hurts your own heart? Wear your best carnival costumes, Put on a smirk mask. I'm dreaming of a dream with her, she's just a blurry figure under the curtain, but the image in my mind is so clear. I'm a fact, and she's a fiction. I seem to lose Despite the missing pieces of herself, she is still my favorite work of art, the image in my head is crystal clear. I am fact and she is fiction.

Nothing has changed ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ because I am fact and she is fiction. I may exist in this paradoxical form with imperfections, I dream of a beautiful dream with her, she is just a vague figure under the curtain light, but the image in my mind is very clear. I am the truth,

And she is fictitious.

I have loved her for a long, long time and I just want to say that she never found out, she never found me. "

Evan-Bell did not choose to use pale language, but turned the thoughts in his mind into a melody and hummed it slowly.

Soothing melody, Evan Bell's voice is a little lazy. With Evan Bell's moving voice, his emotions were aroused little by little. Although the song mentioned "love", in Eden-Hudson's ears, it was singing about him and his mother. s story. There is no impatience and wildness, and the faint melody gently flows into the ears and into the bottom of my heart.

When he heard the phrase "I am fact and she is fiction (t-n, Eden-Hudson suddenly realized that the person who loved him most in the world had gone. The tears burst, and after that, they couldn't stop.

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