This brilliant galaxy circled around Yan Xiuze before it spread out into the extreme distance of the black space, turning into a starlight path leading to the unknown.
Yan Xiuze tried to walk towards this galaxy, stepping on the starlight, as if stepping on a fine sand, he turned his head to look to the side, and suddenly found that some strange three-dimensional images began to appear around him In a mourning hall with black and white as the main tone, a coffin is quietly placed in the center of the lobby, directly above the coffin, there is a portrait of a kind old lady, and on the wooden horizontal chair in the lobby, there are all kinds of mourners dressed in black.
If Yan Xiuze's guess is right, this should be someone's funeral fragment.
While he was still speculating about the purpose of these fragments left by Black Star, his attention was firmly attracted by a child who had just stepped into the mourning hall.
A woman in a black mourning dress slowly walked into the mourning hall, even if she didn't wear much makeup at the funeral, it was difficult to hide the delicate face of this woman who looked only in her thirties.
And this woman is still leading a little boy who looks to be only about six or seven years old in her right hand, which should be the woman's son.
However, unlike his mother, who had been weeping silently, the little boy seemed much calmer, or rather indifferent This also made him very abrupt in the entire mourning hall with the main tone of sadness and solemnity, and it was hard to imagine that as a close relative of the deceased, the little boy would look so calm.
Yan Xiuze recognized it almost at a glance, this little boy was Heixing himself Is this what happened when he was a kid The woman who looked beautiful, that is, Blackstar's mother, when she stepped into the mourning hall, the original small sobs quickly evolved into tears, and by the time she pulled Little Blackstar to the coffin, she couldn't cry anymore.
In the eyes of others, it seems to have been extremely sad.
Then, several middle-aged men and women walked in outside the door one after another, some of them were like Black Star's mother, with children, all ran to the front of the coffin and cried, and even many children who were actually quite ignorant were infected by this atmosphere and began to shed tears.
But from beginning to end, the little boy who looked like a rare black star had been watching everything around him coldly, and he didn't shed a single tear.
It's like staying out of the way.
Yan Xiuze, who had stopped outside the bright galaxy, frowned, looking at this little boy who was out of step with the surrounding atmosphere, thoughtfully.
After the funeral, the beautiful woman pulled the little boy into an inner room, stared at her son with tears in her eyes, and said slowly: "Xiaoxing, just now at the funeral, why didn't you cry" "Why should I cry," the little boy named "Little Star" said indifferently.
"The grandmother who usually loves you the most has passed away, aren't you sad at all?"
The little boy's expression seemed to become a little impatient: "I don't know what's so sad about this. ” "Grandma is 80 years old this year, and she died of natural causes, there is no special pain, and it is not an accident, according to the average age of death of human beings today, grandma has far exceeded the average line."
"Besides, people are inherently dead, not only grandma, but also mom, dad and even me."
The boy asked, "Why should I weep because of something that must happen?"
"Besides, Mom, you were so sad at the funeral, in fact, it was acted" The little boy changed his words: "Strictly speaking, grandma and you are not related by blood, and the relationship with you is only limited to the direct blood relatives of your partner, and even in normal terms, the two families do not move around very much, I remember that you usually say a lot of bad things about grandma."
"Can such a thin and fragile relationship really make you so heartbroken?"
"Or is the reason why you want me to cry bitterly in front of my grandmother's spirit now, because I am afraid that when I grow up, I will also ignore the love of mother and child, ignore your nurturing grace to me, and do not want to bear the obligation to support you?"
syllable A crisp slap sounded, and half of the little boy's cheek soon had a red palm print, but even so, his gaze was still cold and indifferent, and there was no sign of crying.
And his mother, who was already full of horror on her face at this time, trembled and pointed to her son: "You, you, you are not my son, who are you?"
"Because your child is a little different, are you going to deny my existence" At this moment, the little boy who had been indifferent showed a sad look for the first time, and suddenly, he turned his head and stared at Yan Xiuze outside the scene: "If you lose your loved ones, do you have to be sad and cry bitterly?"
rumble This three-dimensional scene exploded into a pile of starlight, and the bright galaxy that Yan Xiuze had already come to an end was extended again, leading to another scene.
But Yan Xiuze, who stayed in place, did not leave immediately, but stopped for a long, long time, and seemed to be carefully recalling the scene just now.
After a long while, Yan Xiuze set off, followed the winding galaxy under his feet, and walked to the next scene.
The scene that seemed to stop time instantly "came to life" and began to evolve on its own boom A boy who looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old had fallen down the hallway of the classroom, and the dust on the floor had stained his brand new uniform, and even the sturdy and durable fabric had worn out due to the force of the fall.
Behind the boy, a taller boy slowly reached back on the foot he had tripped over and laughed wildly with several gangster-looking henchmen.
The tripped boy just got up from the ground in silence, slapped the dust off his body with a gloomy expression, and then left the classroom silently, from the beginning to the end, he didn't even have the courage to reason with the classmate who tripped him.
The other students around who saw this scene either continued to talk and laugh with the students in their own circle as if they didn't see it, or they pretended not to see anything, bowing their heads to review the content of the next lesson.
This is a very common form of "school bullying".
But Yan Xiuze could see at a glance that the bullied teenager was not the protagonist of this story.
Because, in the crowd of cold bystanders, he saw the black star of his youth.
Like an emotionless deity Looking down on the common people
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