Li Xiaojuan has a large black mole on the right side of her profile, which is also called the matchmaker mole in other people's mouth.

Since she was sensible, she was teased by others because of this mole, and she gradually became inferior. When she looked at others, she always felt that the other person's eyes fell on her own mole, and she developed the habit of looking away first.Habit.

At this moment, after speaking, Li Xiaojuan was in the focus of everyone's attention, feeling her face was so hot that it was about to burn.

Wu Yue spoke in time to relieve her current predicament: "Mao Zhecheng, is what she said true?"

Mao Zhecheng scratched his neckline, his eyes wandered: "I was just joking with her."

"There's no such joke! Didn't you see that Li Xiaojuan was crying? She didn't think it was funny!" Fu Rui retorted.

"No! What are you yelling about! Why don't you see you so eager to be a hero? Is it because your sister is dead, and your conscience—"

Jane Yi said angrily: "Mao Zhecheng!"

Mao Zhecheng's face changed, and the line of his lips curled down, as if he also realized that what he said just now was too serious.

But it's useless to regret, the words have already caused harm the moment they are spoken.

"I don't allow you to say that about my sister!" Fu Rui yelled and ejected violently, probably because of the increased strength from his anger, even Wu Yue didn't hold him back, and watched the two wrestle together again.

The scene fell into chaos again.

By the time the conflict between the two children had been dealt with, it was already close to school.

Although Teacher Wu Yue was mainly in charge of mediating this matter, Jane Yi who was watching from the side had a headache.

"Fortunately, Mao Zhecheng's parents are quite sensible, otherwise this matter may not be known when." Wu Yue talked too much when communicating with her parents today, and her voice was rough at the moment.

Jane Yi said for her: "Primary school students are really difficult to take care of."

Wu Yue swallowed her golden voice, shook her head and said, "It's not bad, at least this kid Mao Zhecheng can realize that he has done something wrong, and some students don't even realize this."

"We can only play a guiding role. The key lies in the students' parents and the students' personalities." Zhou Xiang, who watched the whole incident, sighed.

Fu Rui was in no rush to go home after school.

After my sister died, the family seemed to be covered with a layer of inseparable gloom, and the atmosphere was so dull that it was suffocating.However, Mom and Dad insisted on smiling at him, which made Fu Rui even more sad.

It's better to go back later to leave them room to sort out their emotions.

What's more, he also has a place to go.

Fu Rui carried the small blue schoolbag that his sister bought for him, and walked up Danxia Mountain step by step under the scorching sun.

Fu Rou was buried in the cemetery halfway up the mountain.

The sun quietly scorched the earth, and the cemetery was also quiet.

Fu Rou was not buried for a long time, compared to others, the tombstone was particularly lively, and the offerings were also unusual.It's not steamed buns, beef and mutton and other sacrificial offerings, but colorful drinks and snacks.

Seeing this scene, Fu Rui couldn't hold back his tears and ran out again.

The fact that his sister died always had a sense of absurd unreality to him.

Like ordinary siblings, the relationship between Fu Rou and Fu Rui is ups and downs.

Although Fu Rou has a purple birthmark on her face, she has a cheerful personality and excellent grades, so she is very popular in school, and sometimes she will take the initiative to make fun of her flaws on her face, as if she doesn't care at allown physical flaws.

Fu Rui is the youngest son of the family. He grew up under the doting of his parents and was raised to be mischievous. His brain seemed to be missing a root.Seeing my sister making jokes about her birthmark, I thought it was because she really didn't care, and often said hurtful things unconsciously.

In the summer vacation of the year sister graduated from junior high school, made an appointment with friends to go to the city for a few days.Fu Rui, as her sister's little follower, naturally pestered her to go.

When he found that no matter whether he acted coquettishly or aggressively, his sister's heart could not be softened, he made a grimace at Fu Rou unhappily: "Who wants to go with you, you are so ugly!"

Fu Rui will always remember her sister's expression at that time.

She was stunned at first, as if she didn't expect Fu Rui to say such a thing.Then, showing a cramped, ashamed, ashamed expression.Complex emotions mixed together, making Fu Rou look particularly sad.

Although Fu Rui was a child, he instinctively felt that he had said something wrong, but he was unwilling to admit it, so he turned and ran away, not daring to look at the expression on Fu Rou's face.

When her sister came back from the city, she returned to her carefree appearance, without blaming Fu Rui, as if nothing had happened before, and the fragility she showed at that moment was like an illusion.

Fu Rui quickly put the matter behind him and happily unwrapped the gift his sister brought him.Continue the daily bickering and fighting.

My sister went to the city to attend high school, and the time that Fu Rui could see her became shorter and shorter.

In the winter vacation of the first year of high school, he and his father went to pick up his sister at the station in the town.

My sister stood in the heavy snow, wearing a black down jacket, her face was so thin that her chin was pointed, but her eyes were still bright.

"Xiao Rui!" My sister smiled and waved to her.

Maybe it's been a long time, but Fu Rui felt a little strange and embarrassed for a moment, and hid behind his father.

"Why hide from me?" said the sister unable to make any sense of the matter.

Dad size: "Hahaha, be shy."

"No! I'm not shy!" Fu Rui defended shamelessly, and turned to Fu Rou: "Sister, why are you so thin, I can't even recognize it."

"Probably because of the high pressure of study." My sister said with a smile.

Fu Rui rolled his eyes: "But now it looks better than before."

"I think so too." My sister echoed.

"What's so good-looking, Xiaorou, don't lose weight like those girls on your phone." Dad objected, "You're still a student, your body is still in the developmental stage, and you'll only be healthy if you're fat."

"Dad, I see."

"Let's go." Dad stretched out his hand to take Fu Rou's suitcase, and said happily, "Your mother has prepared a large table of dishes for you at home. Eat more when you go back."

During the winter vacation of the first semester of the second year of high school, my sister changed even more.

The purple birthmark on her face disappeared inexplicably, and the original rough facial features seemed to be carefully outlined and refined with pen and ink.

"How? Am I looking better?" My sister asked him.

Fu Rui answered honestly: "Yeah."

"Is it better than before?" My sister continued to ask.

"Yeah, there's no need to ask!"

Picking up these fragmented memories, Fu Rui discovered that her sister's journey of becoming beautiful can be traced.My sister didn't die from a strange disease, but step by step, under the coercion of the external environment and the harm of vicious words, she spontaneously twisted out a hemp rope that strangled her neck, slowly tightened it, and then tightened it again., and finally ushered in death.

He was also an accomplice in the death of his sister.

If he hadn't said the word "ugly" to his sister when he was a child, if he could have answered differently when his sister asked him if he was more beautiful than before, if...

However, there are so many ifs.

When Jane Yi arrived home, the little bamboo demon was watering the grapes.

Since Fengnian Xiaoyao's family of three settled in this small vegetable garden, the speed of grape ripening has accelerated linearly. The seedlings planted half a month ago have stretched out soft branches and leaves coiled on the obliquely inserted bamboo poles.up the fence.

It is estimated that it will bear fruit in the near future.

"Sister Xiao Yi!" Seeing her coming back, the little bamboo demon hurriedly put down the water bottle, and trotted to her side to help take the bag in her hand.

"I bought a few catties of lychees and soaked them in cold water for a while before eating. I tasted one of these lychees before I bought them. The fleshy ones are small and very sweet."

"Okay!" The little bamboo demon ran to the kitchen with the bag in hand.

Jane Yi didn't see Lan Jin when she entered the door, thinking he was sleeping, but she didn't see him when she entered the bedroom.

"Is Ah Jin not at home?" Jane Yi went to the kitchen and asked Xiaozhu who was cleaning the lychees.

"Brother-in-law Xiao Jin has gone to the cemetery in Danxia Mountain and said that he will visit Grandma Mingxue's grave."

After Xiaozhu finished speaking, he was relieved to see Jane Yi.

But after that, he was always out of his mind, and didn't even eat a few lychees.

"Xiaozhu, you stay at home, I'll go out for a while." Jane Yi, who was fidgeting, picked up the parasol.

Xiao Zhu swallowed the pulp: "Are you going to find brother-in-law Xiao Jin?"

"Well, I don't worry about him being outside alone." Lan Jin didn't bring a mobile phone when she went out, and Jane Yi couldn't get in touch even if she wanted to. Waiting like this made her flustered inexplicably.

"Sister Xiao Yi, go, I will take good care of the house." The little bamboo demon said obediently.

Jane Yi patted his head and told him tirelessly: "Remember not to open the door to strangers."

Not far from the door, saw a giant orange-white cat walking towards it dejectedly.

The cat walked with its head down, not looking around.

Jane Yi was terrified when she saw it. Fortunately, there were no people on the road now. If she accidentally bumped into someone, it would be a real supernatural event.

She walked quickly to the big cat and called out softly, "Ah Jin."

The big cat was startled: "Yi Yi!"

Jane Yi: "Hush, keep your voice down!"

The big cat quickly covered its mouth.

"Didn't it mean that cats are very vigilant? Why didn't I find out until I walked up to you?" Jane Yi asked.

"I...I'm thinking about something." Lan Jin said listlessly.

Seeing his red eyes, Jane Yi remembered that he was visiting the grave just now, and asked distressedly, "Are you missing grandma?"

The big cat shook its big head and rubbed its eyes: "No, I met Fu Rui in the cemetery."

"He...he went to see Fu Rou, right?"

"Well, he was crying so sad, he kept saying sorry." Big Mao Mao said with a sob.

Jane Yi thought of the conflict that broke out between Mao Zhecheng and Fu Rui in the afternoon, and the words "ugly" appeared in bold in her mind, and her heart couldn't help but choke.

Even a person like her with no obvious defects in appearance had severe appearance anxiety during adolescence, not to mention Fu Rou who was born with a birthmark on her face.

Fu Rou must have suffered a lot of ridicule when she was a child, whether it was on the surface or in secret.

Jane Yi felt powerless. Over the years, the tide of appearance anxiety has become more and more turbulent. No matter how strong the heart is, people will be trained to be unconfident.If she was in Fu Rou's position, it is estimated that she would be parasitized by Tao Xinmei earlier.

"Ajin, let's go home." Jane Yi raised the parasol over the big cat's head and said rather dejectedly.

Fu Rui cried for a long time in front of the tomb, but he fell asleep for some reason because of being too tired.

Until a gentle voice came from my ear: "Xiao Rui, Xiao Rui!"

Fu Rui opened his eyes suddenly and found that the sky had already darkened.

And the person who called him just now turned out to be the deceased Fu Rou!

The Fu Rou in front of her is not as skinny as she was when she was seriously ill, and her skin has changed from pale to a healthy wheat color. There are birthmarks on her face that have disappeared, and the corners of her mouth are slightly raised, with a faint smile.

"It's getting dark, how can you fall asleep in the cemetery?" Fu Rou complained, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

Seeing Fu Rou stand up and walk forward, Fu Rui was dazed for a moment, then quickly picked up her small schoolbag and followed.

He wanted to hold Fu Rou's hand, but only touched the cold void.He froze for a moment, then lowered his arms as if nothing had happened.

The breeze is blowing, and there are insects and birds chirping in the ears.

Osmanthus fragrans in Danxia Mountain have bloomed in patches in recent months, and they are fragrant during the day and at night.

This scent brought back memories deep in Fu Rui's brain.

He suddenly remembered that when he was four or five years old, he walked the same path with his sister and smelled the same fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

That day Fu Rui was playing wildly with other children in the mountains, but when climbing a tree, he accidentally fell from the tree and hurt his leg. Fu Rou carried him home.

If the similar scene hadn't become the bait, the fish carrying this memory would have disappeared into the sea, and it would take him to remember it after an unknown amount of time.

He felt an unspeakable guilt that he should not have forgotten these precious memories so easily.

But the river of time is constantly flowing, and it always wears away the softness of people's hearts, and makes people acquire a hard and indifferent shell, and the price is to lose the memories of innocence.

Fu Rui raised his eyes and looked at the dark road ahead. He didn't feel scared, but kept telling himself that even if he grows up, he must never forget this moment.

Absolutely not.

All kinds of thoughts came to my mind, Fu Rui looked at Fu Rou's soft silhouette in the night, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Sister, is it so important to be beautiful?"

"It's very important to me who is alive, but after death, the soul remains the same as before. You see, the birthmark on my face is back." Fu Rui's voice was a little sad.

Fu Rui looked at Fu Rou's face motionless, and finally said: "But, sister, your soul is shining, it's very beautiful."

Fu Rou was stunned.

"It's so dark, but we didn't use a flashlight all the way down the mountain, because your soul has become a luminous body that illuminates the road." Fu Rui said.

Fu Rou looked down at her hands, her legs, the contours of her body were inlaid with a circle of light golden velvet, which were quietly shining, but she never noticed.

"Sister, will you become a Buddha?" Fu Rui asked.

"How is it possible." Fu Rou smiled, "Let's go quickly, you haven't come home so late, and your parents are looking for you everywhere."

"What about you? Sis, where are you going after that?"

Fu Rou was silent for a while and said, "I'm not going anywhere."

Fu Rui was delighted to hear this answer: "Then go home, Mom and Dad miss you very much."

"Xiao Rui," Fu Rou said bitterly, "In another year, my soul will dissipate. They are already very sad now, and I can't let them experience a second parting. What's more-"

Fu Rou paused and said, "They can't see me at all."

Fu Rui: "But I can see you! Why can't they see?"

"You are a child, and occasionally you can see things that adults can't see." Fu Rou reached out to touch his head, but when she was about to touch his head, she realized that her body was already transparent, and withdrew her hand embarrassingly.

"Then... what does it mean that your soul will dissipate?" Fu Rui remembers what she said before, "Does it... mean that I will never see you again? Where are you going?"

Dissipation is the ultimate death, and nothing exists anymore.

Fu Rou didn't want to say such cruel words to Fu Rui, so she could only lie to him: "Dissipation means that my soul will be broken into pieces, some will fall to the ground and be absorbed by flowers and plants, some will be blown into the sea by the wind, andwill turn into little glowing lights on the firefly's tail."

"It sounds like you are everywhere." Fu Rui was satisfied with this answer, "This way I don't have to worry about not seeing you in the future."

"Yes, I'm everywhere." Fu Rou smiled.

"Is it the same with the other dead people?"

"yes."

Fu Rui sighed: "Wow! God is a little gentler than I imagined."