Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 1765 (One Thousand Seven Hundred and Sixty Five)

Seeing Wu Xunsheng smiling and saying that of course he was fine, she felt that he was not just saying that to comfort her. Although she still didn't understand why Tie Wandao let Wu Xunsheng leave early, she was relieved.

Wu Xunsheng still smiled and said to Tie Hongyan, "You really don't have to worry about me. I'm fine, aren't I?" His eyes were full of tenderness as he spoke.

Tie Hongyan looked into his eyes, and he also looked at her.

The two of them just looked at each other, and looked into each other's hearts, as if they could continue looking at each other like this for tens of millions of years.

"I'm fine, aren't I?" These words seemed to echo, ringing in Tie Hongyan's ears over and over again, but the voice became smaller and smaller.

Tie Hongyan, who had just felt at ease, felt a hint of uneasiness from the increasingly smaller "echo", and the uneasiness quickly grew again.

At first Tie Hongyan didn't know why she suddenly felt uneasy in her heart. Then, at some point, she suddenly remembered what others had said: from that time on, if no miracle happened, Wu Xunsheng could only live for another year at most, and he could die at any time during this year.

She felt as if she was struck deep inside and suddenly felt dizzy again. She closed her eyes but soon opened them again.

She immediately told herself over and over again in her heart: For someone like him... there must be a miracle... there must be a miracle... there must be...

Wu Xunsheng sensed that she seemed to be feeling unwell at the moment, so he said, "You've been sitting for so long, you should lie down and rest."

Tie Hongyan took off the clothes he was wearing and prepared to lie down.

Wu Xunsheng carefully helped her lie down, and then carefully covered her with the quilt to prevent her from catching a cold. Tie Hongyan soon felt much more comfortable after she lay down.

"I will burn the papers with words written on them first." Wu Xunsheng said.

Tie Hongyan nodded slightly.

When Wu Xunsheng was burning the paper with the words on it, Tie Hongyan, who was lying on the bed, looked at him, watched his movements, and looked at the paper he was burning.

There seemed to be flickering of unspeakable emotions in the firelight.

Tie Hongyan suddenly thought: the meaning of the words on the paper has already entered the hearts of those who have read them. Even if the paper is burned, the meaning that exists in people's hearts has not been burned. Is it true that even after many years, when those who have read the words on the paper have forgotten the words on the paper, the meaning is still there? If so, where?

She suddenly thought of the "three lives" mentioned by the stall owner who sold six pendants, and then thought of the fish named "Sanshi Yong", and her thoughts were filled with confusion.

She thought again: If the written paper is burned, will the words disappear completely? If the white paper itself has no soul, does writing on it count as giving it a soul? Even if the written paper is burned, will its soul still exist somewhere? Is the smoke from burning the paper the song of fire sung by the soul of the paper?

After Wu Xunsheng finished burning the ashes, he collected them with paper, put them together with the ashes he had collected before, wrapped them up, and put them in his pocket.

Tie Hongyan watched Wu Xunsheng deal with the ashes, and thought: Where will these ashes go after being thrown away? If there are really several lives, will these ashes fly to the next life one day? When the wind blows, the ashes will scatter. If the ashes scattered in this life really float to the next life, can they meet again in the next life?
(End of this chapter)