The world is changing at a speed we can't imagine.
And we are all dying little by little.
God will give those sad souls eyes of rest.

Ella once said that she didn't have any goals, and that wherever there were big flies was her goal. So no matter where it was, it made no difference to her.
Later, when the school exam bell rang, she was crying and was pressed on the bed by the doctors to inject sedatives. Dafei stood in the corridor outside the door with red eyes, punching the wall one by one as if to vent his anger.
Aunt Dong still found out about Ella. The old woman, who was over fifty years old, fainted immediately with her eyes rolled back. Then every day she carried food boxes filled with different meals and ran between the hospital and home.
Jiang Huainan once said that he wanted to study medicine. He put schoolbag and rode his bicycle to travel between Xia Chan's past and future.
Later, he was exempted from the exam to study abroad. Wild roses bloomed all over the netting around the basketball court, and his figure was no longer seen among the group of sweaty teenagers.
Monet is an absolute "abnormal creature". He doesn't take exams. Before entering the examination room, he kissed a copper key pendant, put it on Xia Chan's neck, patted her shoulder, and smiled brightly: "Believe in yourself, I kissed you, you're sure to pass it."
On the day when they left the examination room, he leaned on his seldom-ridden motorcycle, held her head, and kissed her forehead: "Axia, welcome to escape from the cage and become a butterfly from the cocoon."
To celebrate, he drove her around S City, letting her fully experience the taste of freedom.
Xia Chan didn’t know whether she escaped from the cage or not. What she knew clearly was that in Ella and Dafei’s future, there would never be another world of beautiful and colorful butterflies.
When she received the admission letter from her ideal school, she no longer had anyone she wanted to share her joy with. Wu Zhizi and Gu Tong called her from afar to greet her, and she chatted and laughed with them, but her face was full of bitterness.
They didn't know what happened here. For a moment, Xia Chan vaguely thought that she could forget it.
While eating ice cream in a bar, Monet stared at her frowning brows, swallowed a big mouthful of ice, waited for a long time for it to melt, and said, "Go to the hospital to see them?"
She nodded but said nothing.
Inside the hospital, the strong smell of disinfectant made people nervous. When she and Monet lowered their heads and walked to the door of 313, a quarrel was heard from 414 next door.
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"I don't want to study anymore. Please give me the money for marrying a wife. I want to buy a late-night snack shop to do business ."
"You're crazy! Just for this lunatic? What's so good about this lunatic? You don't even want your mother! Huh?"
"Don't you dare talk about her like a lunatic! Get out!"
"I'm telling you, you're almost crazy!"
There was Dafei's voice and the sharp voice of a strange woman.
Then, the door was pushed open and the woman was rudely pushed out. Da Fei's face turned pale, and when he saw Xia Chan and the others, his expression was a little unnatural.
Xia Chan looked over Dafei's shoulder and saw Ella huddled on the sofa, biting her fist, looking at the door in panic.
"Ella." Xia Chan pushed Dafei and the curly-haired woman away, ran into the room and squatted in front of Ella. Looking at her empty eyes and thin face, her eyes suddenly turned red.
Only then did she realize that Ella had become like this, looking like a lifeless, broken rag doll.
The air conditioner was on in the room, and although the sun was shining brightly outside, it was chilly inside. Xia Chan looked around for a blanket to cover her.
"Go away! Go away! Bad woman!" Ella suddenly screamed and kicked Xia Chan in the chest. Xia Chan covered her chest and stepped aside, looking painful.
" How are you?" Monet ran in and asked, putting his arm around her shoulders.
She straightened her bent body and said, "It's okay."
Da Fei hurried to Ella's side, hugged her carefully, and spoke gently as if coaxing a child: "Be good, it's okay, it's okay, the bad woman is not here, not here..."
Dafei picked up Ella horizontally, put her back on the bed, tucked her hair behind her ears, put a pillow in place for her, covered her with a quilt, and told her softly that it was safe and she could go to sleep.
Xia Chan looked at Dafei and Ella, feeling upset as if her heart was overwhelmed by the tide.
After comforting Ella, Da Fei asked Xia Chan and Monet to come out. He stopped them at the door and said coldly, "You guys go."
The curly-haired woman looked at this scene, glanced at them, and asked expectantly, "You are my son's friends, right? Can you help me persuade him? Why did he have to deal with a lunatic? What a pitiful life I have..."
"Mom!" Da Fei couldn't help but interrupt her, "You go back first."
“I will come again.”
The curly-haired woman glared at Dafei fiercely, lifted her backpack onto her shoulder, twisted her butt, and walked away very unwillingly.
madman……
These two words deeply hurt Xia Chan's heart.
"You saw it too." Da Fei looked at them, his face cold and bitter, his eyes filled with fatigue and pain. "Please, don't bother us again, okay? She's feeling better today, not making so much noise."
Xia Chan looked at the door, her heart still aching, and whispered: "Da Fei, I know you hate me, but I am just like you, I want Ella to get better more. I am her friend, no matter how sad and painful you are, my sadness and pain are no less than yours. I really want to help Ella and you. Let me help, okay..."
Da Fei stood aside, pursing his lips tightly. He had also lost a lot of weight, his round face before now had prominent cheekbones, and his clean chin was covered with messy beard.
"In fact, I hate myself more." He lowered his head, his tone lonely, "I hate myself for not being with her, I hate myself for not protecting her well, I hate myself for not being able to suffer for her. Yes...what qualifications do I have to blame others? I should be the one who protects her. I was a coward for what I did to you before. I didn't dare to face it, so I blamed others desperately..."
His voice was filled with a heavy feeling of regret, and his voice was trembling with an apology that he could not bear: "I'm sorry..."
After saying this, he dragged his exhausted body and turned and walked into the room.
The sound of the door closing gently was like a sigh.
Throughout the long years, we all have pain that cannot be expressed. We hide our tears in our hearts. It’s not that we are not sad, but that no one can see it.
Ella's life was originally pure and simple, but fate turned it into a complicated and embarrassing tragedy. Perhaps some people must grow up with the company of pain.
After returning home, Xia Chan found several bank cards left by Wu Zhizi from the drawer of the room and transferred all the savings in them to Dong Sao's account.
When Ella worked part-time before, she had asked her to help transfer money. All the receipts were in the drawer, so it was easy for her to find out Dong Sao's account number.
On the photo wall of the bedside table were photos of them going out together. She was picking up stones on the river beach, and Ella was playing a prank behind her by sticking a daisy in her hair.
Their smiles in the photo are as beautiful as flowers, which makes people's eyes red for no reason.
The phone vibrated a few times on the table, and on it was a text message from Monet.
"Come to Xintiandi Plaza tomorrow night to hear me sing."
She didn't reply to the message, her thoughts returning to the darkness along with the darkening blue screen.
At night, she had a dream. She dreamed that Ella and she were walking on a shaky tightrope, with a bottomless canyon below. When they were halfway through, a strong wind blew and Ella slipped and fell. She reached out to save him, but she couldn't catch him. Then, the whole valley was filled with Ella's resentful voice: "Why didn't you save me? I hate you!"
Why didn't you save me...
I hate you...hate you...
She woke up in the middle of the night, covered in a cold sweat, with Ella's cries in her dream still echoing in her mind.
There was no moon outside the window, and the thick clouds blocked the sparse starlight. The wind made the branches outside creak, and each sound was like a shrill cry, which was extremely disturbing.
Tears slid down her face and she closed her eyes, sleepless all night.
Xia Chan didn't know when she fell asleep. When she opened her eyes, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. The weather was gloomy, as if a rainstorm was coming.
"Axia, remember to come. The rehearsal has started. It will officially begin at 8:30."
"Performing with the 'Youth Band'. You don't know this band yet, right? Maybe I'll join them in the future! I'm their guest performer! For this collaboration, they specifically found me after watching my videos online."
"The handsome ones are about to go on stage, and some people don't even reply to messages."
There were five missed calls on her silent phone, as well as several text messages from Monet. She replied with a few words and went to the kitchen to cook noodles.
She put an umbrella in her bag when she went out. The wind was a little strong, and her long hair, which had just been washed, fluttered wildly around her ears. Xia Chan stamped her feet, turned her back to the direction of the wind, and stretched out her arms to stop a car.
When we arrived at Xintiandi Plaza, there were several girls in shorts and belly-baring tops jumping to the music on the circular stage in the middle. There were plastic chairs under the stage, all filled with people, and many people were standing around the auditorium, forming a circle.
Xia Chan stood at the back, tiptoeing to look for Monet. The lights were flickering, and all she saw were a sea of ​​heads. She couldn't find anyone at all.
"Asha, Asha, here."
An anxious figure jumped down from the sound system on the left side of the stage. The light shone on his black hair, which was a little reflective. He pushed through the crowd and came to Xia Chan. He took her hand and walked forward, his tone full of joy: "Why did you come just now? I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"I overslept." She was pulled by him and kept avoiding the people standing around and moving forward through the gaps. "Why are there so many people..."
His pace was so fast that she could hardly keep up if he hadn't been holding her hand.
"It means the band is popular. We will go on stage after the opening dance. I've saved a seat for you." He answered without turning his head.
Pushing through the crowd, he said "make way" and took her to sit in the middle of the second row. He handed her the bottle of mineral water under the seat and said, "Take a picture for me later. Make it look handsome. Now you sit down for a while."
Someone called Monet's name from the other side of the stage. He turned around and responded, patted her head, and squeezed through the gap: "I'm going over. Bye."
She waved her hand and watched his figure disappear into the backstage where the lights could not reach.
At almost nine o'clock, the hot music sounded, and the audience stood up and shouted "Youth, I love you." The lights suddenly came on, and five teenagers wearing loose black T-shirts appeared on the stage.
Drum beats and electric guitar sounded, and Monet faced the audience and sang along with the frenetic rhythm of the music. The tone fluctuated greatly from low to high, and his singing was soul-stirring and magnificent.
At the climax, two people wearing white short-sleeved shirts and masks climbed onto the stage from both sides and started hip-hop dancing. Blue lights swept over them, and scarlet rose petals fell from the air.
Youth, she liked the name of the band, and she kept repeating these two words, infected by their enthusiasm.
Monet stood in the middle of the stage, singing with another singer, his eyes fixed on Xia Chan in the audience. He waved his hands vigorously, sang, danced, shouted and laughed.
The people in the audience were carried away by the atmosphere, cheering and applauding, and some even threw glow sticks into the air.
Under the boundless night sky, fireworks and water jets burst out on the stage. Monet smiled wildly, the shining lights shone on the ground and on him, and his dark eyes reflected the colorful fireworks.
Xia Chan held up her cell phone, looked at the energetic figure on the stage, and smiled like a flower.
Also in the dazzling fireworks of the city, on the high rooftop, no one saw a girl in a white dress, climbing to , looking at the warm lights of thousands of homes, smiling foolishly. She was barefoot, stepping on the edge of the rooftop, walking unsteadily, singing an incomprehensible song.
She reached out to the light in the distance, and then, like a bird with broken wings, her frail figure fell straight down. With a loud thump, her body hit the cold, rough concrete floor, blossoming into a bright red, enchanting blood flower.
The hot and dazzling blood spread on the ground. The girl's eyes were wide open and there was a smile on the corners of her mouth, as if she had something to say that she didn't have time to finish.
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"Xia Xia, do you think people go to heaven or hell after they die?"
"Don't talk nonsense. You won't die, and neither will I. We'll live for another hundred years."
"Great, may Xia Xia and Ella live long!"
"Longevity!"
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The wind was blowing hard and it was very cold.
In the dark night sky, thunder rumbled, dazzling lightning flashed, and heavy rain suddenly fell unexpectedly.
On the stage, someone was hurriedly directing the show to end.
Downstairs in the hospital, someone covered his mouth and screamed in panic.
The night swallowed up all sounds.
The torrential rain fell madly, washing the breathless body on the ground, as if trying to wash away the filth and sin that polluted her in this world.
In the audience, someone received a call, and then tears rolled down her eyes. She could not hear the noisy voices, the dynamic music, the surprised carnival sounds, all of which she could hear was a clear voice in her chest, which coldly announced: "Ella fell to her death..."
The whole world was just darkness before her eyes. She screamed in her heart, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" but no sound came out of her mouth. She was like a fish that had lost its direction, swimming desperately against the flow of people in one direction.
Faster, faster.
She smelled the scent of death and only focused on running forward, not noticing that the young man on the stage saw her pale face of grief and confusion, and also wanted to chase her in despair. He was knocked away from the crowded stage crowd, fell to the ground, and fell into the chaotic footsteps of the audience.
Someone shouted in panic, "Someone fell down and was stepped on."
Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. The moment before he lost consciousness, her running figure froze in his mind as a farewell scene.
"Asha, wait for me..."
Why did he feel like he couldn't move anymore? Was he really reaching his limit? Or was he reaching his limit too early?
Axia, wait for me, let’s go together.
The corners of her cold mouth curled up into a beautiful smile like cherry blossoms. Her whole body was in pain and she had no strength left. Before his eyes was her blurry back, running farther and farther away, and finally disappearing into the endless darkness.
The gears of fate keep turning, and those who are missed are missed forever. When you reach the end, you will only face deeper despair.
There is no scenery in the deepest despair, only the fate of life and death, which is entangled.
Xia Chan shouted to the driver to rush to the hospital with tears on her face. The night wind blew on her bloodless face, and her heart was so numb that she could not feel any pain at all.
The rain was still falling, and a yellow cordon was set up downstairs of the hospital. The sounds of ambulance and evacuation horns filled the night sky, and those who did not leave gathered around pointing and talking.
She avoided the noisy crowd, slipped in through a small door next to the hospital, hurriedly found the stairs leading to the inpatient department, and ran up holding the handrail.
"Ella!"
The heart-wrenching roar broke the silence of the entire floor.
It’s Dafei!
She looked up in shock, then ran tremblingly to the third floor. The corridor was in chaos, with patients and their families standing in the aisle, looking in one direction and talking about something.
She staggered and pushed through the crowd, her heart beating wildly with fear and tears falling again.
Dazzling lightning streaked across the sky, and a loud thunder exploded, illuminating the body covered with white cloth at the end of the corridor and the boy with red eyes kneeling beside it.
The big raindrops hit the window and the cold wind poured in through the window.
With wet hair and clothes sticking to her body, Xia Chan felt as if her body had lost its temperature and was extremely uncomfortable.
She walked slowly towards them, her eyes fixed on the strands of hair that appeared under the white cloth.
Is this Ella?
Not long ago she was making noises and laughing with them, but now she is sleeping in this lifeless place?
"Da Fei..." She whispered softly, as if she was afraid of waking someone up, and looked at him with wandering eyes, "Is Ella asleep?"
Da Fei's lifeless and empty eyes fell on her pupils. Before he could say anything, two hot tears fell out.
The air of despair about him made her feel sad.
"She's just tired... Can we wait for her to wake up..."
Before he could finish his words, tears started to flow.
"You promised to live a hundred years, why did you break your promise... why..." His eyes fell on the body in front of him that had stopped breathing. His trembling hands stopped above the white cloth, not having the courage to uncover it.
Her legs went weak and her knees fell to the ground with a plop. She covered her face with her hands and trembled violently all over. Her heart-wrenching cries echoed throughout the corridor.