svetikya Chapter 705 You Cried Like a Human
Chapter 705 You Cried Like a Human
I feel a little sorry for the wine I just drank. It wasn't expensive, but it was definitely not cheap either. When did my life become like this?
Watching the alcohol slowly drain away, I lay back on the bed feeling a little exhausted. The night was still the same night, and the stars were so beautiful today.
I was quietly looking at the stars and fell asleep without knowing when. There was a knock on the door and when I put something at the door, I realized that I had slept too long.
I checked those things carefully. Because it was winter, a lot of extra charcoal was needed.
The gods have strong requirements for the felling of trees. Only those trees that may hinder the normal growth of other trees if they continue to grow can be normally cut down. There are also special forest farms, but they are not that large. After all, the winter in Xumi is not too cold, but children cannot withstand the cold.
Children are especially vulnerable to freezing cold. Many of the people admitted here are patients, children, and the elderly. They cannot live a normal life without a fire in this cold winter...
It's a little chilly inside the house, perhaps because the sun isn't shining through the windows today. It's actually a cloudy day, and maybe it'll snow soon. It's a perfect day for snow, isn't it? So lucky!
Pick up a blanket that is not too thick and drape it over yourself so that you don’t have to change clothes directly. If you are in the room, you will not change clothes on purpose.
Flowers turned into gold, and gold turned into flowers again. He had become very skilled at this process. He looked quietly at his wrist, which had some not-so-obvious bloodstains.
This was the unexpected surprise I encountered when I first tried to ripen something. Sure enough, I'm still far behind. Compared to my former self, even my vitality seems to be declining, like a plant about to wither. Does having a child mean the end of the so-called genetic reproduction? The body is really interesting...
Their bodies resembled those of birds, which, once they reached their prime, would die. There was no such thing as old age for such creatures.
Perhaps death had already come unnoticed. Looking at his wrist, the wound healed even more slowly. It had previously taken less than a second, but now it took almost ten seconds to heal as before...
"Mother."
"Little Bruno Linxi, you should learn to knock before coming in, right?"
The sudden opening of the door startled him so much that he quickly retracted his arm into his glove so that the other person wouldn't see his flesh, which was already showing signs of decay.
"...Mom, I'm sorry. I just want to help. I hope to learn how you handle things so I can help share your burden."
"...You can grow up slowly. Mom's health is not that bad."
Children need a good childhood to have the courage to face the future. You can grow up later because your family will be by your side, your umbrella, shielding you from the wind and snow outside...
For children who are forced to mature prematurely, their lives are painful and miserable from the very beginning.
"...But the world won't allow unripe fruit to remain for too long. All fruits are ripening earlier than expected, so even if they follow the original rhythm, they will still be unripe, sour, and unpopular."
"...You've never been a bad person. Mom knows what life is like outside, but it won't be like that here. Here, everyone can slow down a bit. Even if there are always people in pain, life will go on and everyone will get better. This is what we firmly believe in, this is what we are willing to pay, and this is why we won't stop so easily..."
Some people also like sour fruits, just like the sour taste of unripe grapes and the sweet taste of ripe grapes. Everyone has different hobbies and everyone has different preferences. Nothing is not good enough.
"...Mom, thank you for being with me for so long... for being with me for so long."
The other party's words were a little unclear, but I intuitively felt that something was wrong.
"Are you feeling unwell? Where is it? Don't worry, Mom will treat it. You may indeed have some minor problems with your body. You can tell Mom where you feel uncomfortable..."
"Mom smells like death. I can't lie to myself. Mom smells like the unique scent of a dark world, the scent of the soul of the earth. I can't lie to myself."
"...Mom won't lie to you. I still have a long life ahead of me, at least longer than most people think. I'm not a liar. Are you willing to believe me? My child..."
"..." The child reached out a trembling hand, grabbed the other person, then leaned over to kiss her mother's cheek. Fear, terror, and despair surged over her like a tide. This was the first time she felt so many complex emotions, yet she couldn't stop crying. Even dolls can cry...
"You cried, my child, you cried..."
Instead, his tone revealed happiness. When a doll can truly shed tears out of concern and fear, it means it has become a real person...
"..."
"You are crying out of fear, my child... Today is as important as your second birthday. Just like your second birthday, your soul is complete and you truly have life..."
Holding the child tightly, it was like holding a treasure. Yes, the child was indeed a treasure, a treasure full of sweetness, like candied fruit, a delicious treasure...
Children filled with love are as charming as beautiful angels. Children are wonderful treasures and are people who are forever happy...
I love you forever, my child...
It's great that you seem like a real person.
How worthy of remembrance and praise to my child, who cried out of worry like a real human being, it was horrible, sad, painful and beautiful...
Because the phrase "like a person"... even some people don't deserve such an evaluation.
This world is too tragic and lamentable, filled with unbearable pain. Many people have long since lost their humanity amidst the daily suffering. They are more like living ghosts than human beings, like beings whose existence is inexplicable and only causes suffering to others...
Congratulations on worrying about me like a human being, but please don't worry about my child. There is still a long way to go before he can really cry...