Monument of Life and Death

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very noisy.

  Xiaolan shook his head painfully, only to feel a scorching sting in the back of his head.

   His ears were filled with screams, beatings, and the sound of things falling.

   "You dare to hit me?!..."

   "I beat you!...You bastard!..."

   A childish male voice, a childish female voice.

   There was a loud noise not far away.

   Xiaolan tried her best to open her eyes.

   In the fog, two figures scrambling together appeared.

  Xiaolan moaned and sat up, raised his hand and stroked the back of his head.

   There was no blood, but a big lump swelled up.

  Where is this place?

public toilet?

   Just now... I'm not still there...

"what!--"

   The girl screamed and was pushed by the boy to the window.

  Everything in front of Xiaolan finally became clear.

   As soon as the girl stood up, she was kicked down by the boy, her red and swollen face just fell into the center of Xiaolan's sight.

   Xiaolan's eyes widened instantly.

  Jasmine?

  No, not Jasmine.

   In other words, not the current Jasmine... more like Jasmine when she was a child.

  The girl stood up strong from the punches and kicks of the boy. She shouted Xiaolan's name and ran towards her with a worried look on her face.

  Xiaolan stood up dumbfounded.

   "Xiao Lan!" The girl grabbed her hands, which were extremely hot, with several small wounds on them.

"I……"

   "Is your head okay?" The girl reached out and waved in front of her, "Do you still know me? I'm Lily!"

  Lily.

  Xiaolan's heart skipped a beat.

   "You're okay... ah!"

   Before Lily finished speaking, the angry boy rushed over and grabbed Lily's hair from behind. Xiaolan didn't have time to do anything, and the boy pointed his finger at her again.

  The boy threw Lily aside, and then grabbed Xiaolan's head with both hands.

   Xiaolan screamed, and the boy's fingers just caught on the place where he was still in pain. The pain went straight to the bottom of his heart, and the pain made Xiaolan's limbs weak, and was almost dragged forward by the boy's hands.

  The boy cursed and came to the window.

   A familiar cool wind blew away the hair in front of Xiaolan.

   "What are you going to do?!" Xiaolan shouted, "Are you going to push me down?!"

   "I'm just going to throw you down! You two are sluts! Both..."

  Xiaolan used all her strength and slammed into the boy's chin. The boy screamed and fell to the window. Due to the force, Xiaolan rushed directly to the junk pile on the side.

  Under the action of huge inertia, Xiaolan screamed and threw himself behind the pile of debris, and countless things smashed down, quickly burying Xiaolan.

   "Ah! -" Lily cried out in despair, "What did you do?!"

   Footsteps clattered toward the window.

"I……"

   "Xiaolan!" Lily's voice became higher, "You pushed Xiaolan down!..."

   "What are you doing?!"

   "Xiao Lan, grab my hand!...Xiao...you're not!...Ah!—"

   Xiaolan had never heard such a sharp and desolate cry.

   Scream falling...falling...

   stopped abruptly.

   "Ah!..." Followed by the boy's cry, "Ah!...Ah!..."

  Xiaolan finally climbed out of the pile of debris.

   She lay on the ground in a daze, staring blankly at everything in front of her.

   Only the boy remained.

  The boy stood by the window, looked out the window, and shouted incoherently, as if he had lost his mind.

What about   lily?

  Xiaolan felt that her brain and heart were as stiff and numb as her limbs, and she was unable to think about the meaning of the scene in front of her.

  The boy hugged his head and kept shouting. He turned his head and saw Xiaolan on the ground. Then he pointed out the window and screamed even more.

  Xiaolan leaned on the wall and staggered closer.

   She looked out the window.

  Lily, lying flat on the corridor outside the building.

  Dazzling blood gushed out from under her.

  Beside Lily, there is a person standing.

   A woman.

  Xiaolan's heart seemed to stop beating.

   The woman slowly raised her head as if she felt Xiaolan's gaze.

   The two looked at each other.

  The woman disappeared.

   Woman's face.

   is his own face.

  The same eyes, the same nose...

   is a much more mature face than himself.

   "Xiaolan...soon...don't be afraid...we will..."

   A familiar voice rang in his ears.

   Something else appeared in his field of vision, and it seemed that two worlds began to blend in front of his eyes.

   The boy's cry became a little smaller.

  Lily's figure faded a little.

   "Xiaolan..." It was a cry, "Xiaolan, hold on a little longer... You must not be in trouble..."

   The whole body is full of damp powerlessness.

   "Call them here!" A woman shouted anxiously, "At least two! Quickly call Shuangyu! There's something wrong with Jasmine!  …"

  Xiaolan felt like she was lying on a warm object.

  Although the cold and heavy rain kept hitting his back, because of the warmth, Xiaolan felt... it seemed that everything was not so bad.

   winked.

   She saw a familiar profile face.

   "Xiaolan!" Qin Yin's face was not sure whether it was rain or tears, "Can you see me? Are you still conscious? Xiaolan, you can't sleep! Don't sleep!..."

  Qin Yin grabbed his hand and clenched it desperately.

  Xiaolan rolled her eyes and looked at the person under her.

   Dao Chang.

   The Taoist priest carried her on his back and ran in the heavy rain.

   "It will be fine..." The Taoist priest's voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear, "Xiao Lan will be fine... It will be fine..."

"I can……"

  Xiaolan wanted to speak, but as soon as he made two notes, a liquid with a sweet smell rushed from his body to his throat.

   Xiaolan spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and the blood and rain soaked Daochang's coat.

   My whole body hurts.

   "Xiao Lan!..." Qin Yinhao burst into tears, "Stop talking! Stop talking!... We all know..."

   Xiaolan, whose back was seriously injured, bypassed the side of the house and quickly rushed into the main entrance of the house.

came back.

   "I'm coming... I'm coming..." Bao Mu's crying voice sounded behind him.

   Baomu held Xiaolan's head, and everyone together carefully put Xiaolan on the sofa.

   Several faces that looked like chicken in soup came together at the same time.

   "I'll take a look first."

  Luo Jiutian came in between Qin Yin and Wen Ling, grabbed her wrist, knelt beside the sofa, and began to check her pulse.

  Xiaolan suddenly laughed when she saw the embarrassed look of the crowd.

   More blood spilled from her mouth.

   Xiaolan looked around.

   Although I say that I rarely think about death.

   But if I can really die among a group of people who love me, it seems...not bad.

   "Don't think blindly!" Qin Yin discerned something from Xiaolan's eyes, "You hold on for me! Otherwise, or I..."

  Xiaolan tried her best to open her mouth and said softly what she wanted to say the most.

"I'm back……"

   (end of this chapter)