The island has obviously been artificially transformed, and there are no traces of wild grass or trees. On the contrary, all that can be seen are large | large | pure and neat green lawns.
——That was Chu Yilun's favorite during his lifetime. He never liked the bustle and bustle of colorful purples and reds, but he only loved this endless simplicity and greenery!
The lawn was carefully trimmed into symmetrical stripes of one deep and one shallow, maintaining a perfect height of one and a half inches, as neat as a boy's half-inch hair.
Not far away, there are various tall plant altars carved into animal shapes, with a central sprinkler system automatically spraying crystal water.
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In the green center of the large lawn, there stood a dazzling black tombstone.
It was made of pure obsidian. The midday sun struck the tombstone and suddenly pierced Cheng Liuli's eyes.
She seemed to have returned to a day many, many years ago,
The sky that day was also the same blue.
The sunshine that day was as crystal clear as spilled glass.
The lawn that day was as clear as the green underfoot, as clear as the entire surface of blue crystal.
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The fountain that day was full of splashes and splashes, just like the water spray from the automatic sprinkler system not far away, like diamonds splashing everywhere.
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She seemed to see a little boy wearing a snow-white shirt and British-style overalls. He was as perfect, beautiful and dignified as the protagonist of the movie "The Little Prince", with proud eyes and a faint gleam of emeralds.
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She saw the boy looking at her intently for a long time, then stretching out his graceful little hands and speaking in a childish voice that was unbefitting of his age, "Mommy, when I grow up, I want to marry that girl as my bride..."
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The sun was so bright, like countless sharp silver needles, that it seemed to blind her.
Her eyes were so swollen and painful that they almost burst out, and her eye sockets were also unable to shed a single tear. Her heart hurt so much that it felt like it was breaking into pieces, and blood was gushing out. She used her will to force them together and lifted them up.
Put your feet up and move forward step by step.
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The little boy in front of her gradually disappeared, and was replaced by the handsome young man, as cold and graceful as ice, staring at her with a slight smile on his face.
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A blur of white mist rose up around him. He stood in the mist, with eyes as green as emeralds and lips as red as cherry blossoms. His figure was as ethereal as the sound of a flute coming from a deep alley in the middle of the night.
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She stumbled over, her eyes were dark and her face was as white as snow, as if she had suddenly lost her sight and couldn't see anything, but she walked step by step towards the standing tombstone.
The chaotic footsteps on the silent island seemed to have a hollow echo, just like her empty eyes at the moment.
The fog dissipated, and the boy disappeared at the same time, leaving only a cold obsidian tombstone standing in sight, bitingly cold.
She held the black tombstone in her arms, sobbing, and pressed her face against the coldness, sliding down bit by bit...
The world seemed to be collapsing rapidly, so quickly, and the overwhelming darkness surged towards the west, enveloping it in endless despair and desolation.
The wind picked up, and the waves crashed on the island's rocky shore, splashing up snow-white spray several feet high. The crashing sound was like some kind of shrill cry, mixed with Cheng Liuli's suppressed choking cry, which was touching!