4. The story of the ephemeral

Since the businessman inexplicably broke into her world, I felt that my world suddenly became as pale as my petals.

I was so powerless. Facing her feet that accidentally sink into the swamp, I could only watch from the side, and could not do anything.

The whole world has really darkened, and the days that have passed have become particularly heavy. I can guess that a tragedy will soon be staged, but I can't guess who will become the protagonist of the tragedy? Will it be her? No, don't, it must not be her. If she has any unexpected results, there is no need for my existence. A flash of cereus will wither forever.

I remembered the Mexican writer who brought me here. I don’t know what he is doing at this moment. Will he think of her? Will he still love her? If he were here, everything would not be as difficult as it is now, nor would there be signs of tragedy. As I thought about it, I suddenly foolishly thought that he would fly over tomorrow and that he must be buying air tickets now, because he can’t forget her at all. The long separation has disturbed him from sleeping and eating. He must come as soon as possible to find his elegant and elegant self again.

Can these be reduced to delusions? Isn’t there even a slightest chance of possibility?

It was late at night, and the people around her were as quiet as if they were dead. She was still sitting in front of me as usual, with the books she needed on the desk, and a pen with paint was held tightly in her hand, staring at her weightless eyes. This pen was also given by a Mexican writer. He once used it to write his own masterpiece, and a total of 400,000 words popped out from this pen, and the pen was as weak as a ray of air in her hand. No matter how it moved on the manuscript paper, he could not write a single word.

If possible, how I wish I was the protagonist of the tragedy.

If this is true, I must cherish the time in front of me. I must look at her carefully. From the corners of her lips to the white teeth that she occasionally reveals, from the two piercings on her right ear to each of her shining hair, and even the exquisite hairpin on the hair, I must remember it deeply in my eyes, and then carve it into my heart until the moment of withering comes, I am buried by her in the soil outside the house. In the world wrapped in richer black, I will recall her appearance and the past.

5. Mirror telling

The world is changing rapidly, and before we know it, yesterday's fantasy became the root of today's pain.

I am still a very ordinary mirror, still unable to walk, still unable to speak, I can only stay quietly aside, waiting for her arrival. The difference is that she seems to be no longer the same as before. She has become particularly taciturn and worried, and sorrow is no longer the kind of sorrow she used to be. They are particularly dull and dark, making her almost breathless.

The memories engraved in my mind whistled in the room like a storm. Time continues to run as usual, without any intention of slackness, and will not turn around and take me to the past and those days that belonged only to her. Perhaps another person should appear. After all, she is a woman, soft as water and pure as fog. She does need a pair of real and warm hands, a pair of men who truly love her, to care and take care of her. But that person should definitely not be the businessman who later.

The appearance of a businessman was a huge mistake, and the businessman took the opportunity to break into her world and made him even more mistaken.

She quarreled with the businessman today because she accidentally discovered the true face of the businessman. It turned out that besides her, he had several women outside, including a married woman.

He admitted to her that he approached her because of her beauty. He couldn't understand what he said at the time, but he just couldn't understand the mood and story of her writing through other people. Now that the truth is revealed, he not only did not feel any guilt, but also tied her up and called her stupid like a pig.

The midnight light shone on her, silently and coldly sarcastic. She lay on the desk without saying a word, even more silent than the night sky outside the window, terriblely silent. On the manuscript paper under her forehead, a circle of wet tears became wetter and wetter, gradually occupying the entire white manuscript paper, and it is still expanding unscrupulously.

In an instant, I made a major decision.

6. The telling of the ephemeral

I guessed that the tragedy would come very quickly, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly.

I thought I was the protagonist of the tragedy, but I didn't even guess that the protagonist would be that mirror.

Tonight, the mainland businessman came again. I thought he apologized for the slap yesterday. I thought he would leave obediently after he apologized and never come back. After all, people have a sense of shame. The businessman should have the most basic moral code.

But my thoughts are contrary to reality and become false shadows.

The merchant came, but he did not come to apologize, but to insult, a very strong insult. Yes, he not only occupied her evilly for a period of time, but also cruelly insulted her before breaking up. He wanted to gain more physical and mental enjoyment from her unreasonably, and he wanted to completely insult her, so that this woman who was used to night and peace would never recover.

He just made his evil abacus without any worries or hesitation.

However, he was wrong after all. Although he thought he was very smart and would not lose anything except taking advantage of it, he was still wrong after all. He didn't understand her at all, nor did he understand the room that belonged to her, nor did he understand the environment in the room.

She was indeed afraid of the outside world, but she did not weaken her inner character because of this.

So, when he approached her fiercely, she walked towards the mirror without hesitation. Suddenly, the mirror was broken by her hard fist. She bent down, picked up a piece of fragment in her hand, and then pointed the fragment at her throat. I immediately realized what was going to happen, so I struggled hard, but could only be imprisoned on the desk by my natural destiny. Why am I just a flash of cereus!

At this moment, I heard the fragments of the mirror shouting, and it shouted wildly at the merchant: "You actually bully her whom I love deeply, and I will never forgive you!"

The fragments of the mirror suddenly broke free from her hands, flew straight towards the merchant, pierced into his neck, and a pool of blood spread on the floor with the sound of falling to the ground.

I am just a flash of cereus, but I must shed tears for that mirror tonight.

Tonight I will bloom all night and never wither, as a memorial to the mirror.
Chapter completed!