--turn out to be……

——Incompetent people…

——No matter what decision you make...

——It's all...wrong.

She lay quietly on the green grass... and the world seemed to suddenly turn over, and her whole body fell... into a pure white space.

…

"Am...am I dead?"

"You're awake."

She turned around, but only saw a silhouette... a man sitting with his back to her, painting in this empty and pure white space.

He has black hair and sounds like he is young.

The way of painting is... oil painting.

The palette on the young man's palm is already colorful, as if he has been painting it for a long time.

Chu Xin subconsciously walked towards the black-haired young man who was painting, and asked cautiously: "Is this... the fairy palace?"

"This is the place where you will die." The young man said calmly: "It is the most real place for you. You can have enough time to recall everything you have experienced here. Don't worry, there will be enough time.

Yes, and no one bothers you."

"remember……"

Doors appeared in front of Chu Xin's eyes in an irregular manner, diagonally, vertically, horizontally, and even suspended in mid-air.

"Open it and take a look." The young man continued: "Any one will do."

This voice seemed to have magic power. Chu Xin hesitantly reached out his hand and carefully opened the door closest to him.

——Doctor, doctor! What’s wrong with my wife? I must, I must keep the big one!

——How come there are so many scenes? It’s just an ordinary disembowelment...

——That's it...

"This...is this?"

"What happened when you were born."

Chu Xin was startled. Inside the door was a delivery room that didn't look very complete but was clean. She whispered: "It turns out that this was how it was when I was born..."

Suddenly a baby cries... Under the spotlight, in the amniotic fluid and blood, the ugly duckling-like baby has not yet opened its eyes and is formally looking at the newborn world.

Chu Xin, however, had burst into tears unknowingly... It turned out that seeing her own birth with her own eyes was such a feeling, as if her heart was filled with something.

She subconsciously looked at the door next door, with a hint of hope, and quickly pushed it open without any further hesitation.

——Old lady! Do you know how to prepare milk powder? Didn’t you say that the temperature cannot exceed fifty?

——Can you do it? You just gave birth to a baby and you have become an old woman. I think you dislike getting old after giving birth, right?

Chu Xin couldn't help but burst out laughing. She wiped her eyes and smiled bitterly: "It's still like this. We've been quarreling since we were young. How funny!"

Smiling and laughing, even the speed of wiping could not keep up with the speed of tears pouring out.

"I'm...what's wrong with me...I'm obviously very happy..."

She opened another door.

When you are babbling, when you are starting to toddle...those are the easiest times to forget.

When you are happy.

——The boss ran away this year and there are not many spiritual stones left... This year is really sad, eh!

——Spring has arrived, and the harvest in Lingtian is almost done. Maybe I can breathe again... Xiaoxin, my dear, take some dumplings and give them to the child in Huai'an. That child is so pitiful.

——I don’t have enough to eat myself, so I can take care of others.

——You, you, you woman!

When you are unhappy.

——Let’s set off fireworks!

——But...where did the fireworks come from?

——I picked it up, look! Fairy stick!

--Wow!

When we were childhood sweethearts.

——I didn’t... didn’t pass the exam, yes, I’m sorry.

——It doesn’t matter, our Xiaoxin is the best!

The first time I didn’t know how to go ahead.

——You are so beautiful, can you work as a maid for the great monk?

——But I...

——You just need to tell your family that you are doing cleaning work in the rich man’s apartment. You also need money to help your father treat his illness, right?

——Okay...Okay.

When you feel anxious.

——This is...this is the latest model of fairy clothes!

——What, it was a gift from our master.

When I don’t know why I start to feel jealous.

——He worked hard to carry animal materials inside the city gate.

——She was on her way to buy daily necessities.

When passing by.

——Have you thought about it? This time Master Qianfeng comes back, will you serve him?

——I...I'll think about it again...

Maybe...maybe it's time to make a change.

She closed the door instantly... the sound was particularly loud.

"Don't you like these bad memories?" the young man who was painting suddenly asked.

Chu Xin slowly sat down against the door, hugging her knees tightly, "I just don't like myself like this."

"There are still many things you like about yourself." The young man painting smiled slightly, "There are still many doors."

"No need." She buried her head, "The more you see yourself that you like, the less you will like yourself now."

"Would it be better if it were the other way around?" The young man who was painting said again, "Only the bad doors will be left."

Chu Xin subconsciously raised her head, but still could only see the young man's back - she had opened many doors of memory, from childhood to adulthood, and logically had changed many positions... However, she could never see the other person's face.

Face - even the profile.

"Wouldn't that be... more painful?" She murmured to herself, "Even if I die, I have to carry these bad memories with me."

"Then why don't you forget everything?" The young man added, "The good and the bad, all that is left is a blank."

Chu Xin said in a daze: "Can...can this be done?"

"It is said that after a person dies, he has to drink a bowl of soup and forget everything about his life." The young man said slowly, "Then he will start a different life again in a blank space."

"After a person dies..." Chu Xin said subconsciously: "Shouldn't the soul go to the [Ninth Prison]? I heard the adults in [Qionghua Pavilion] said... Unless it is to seize the body, otherwise..."

"So it's a legend." The young man smiled calmly: "It makes people feel good."

"Sounds good." Chu Xin nodded subconsciously, "If you can forget this..."

"Do you want to drink this bowl of soup?"

"I...can I? It's not a legend?"

"Yes, it's a legend, but I didn't say it doesn't exist." The young man said while painting: "I like to collect some bits and pieces. You can leave these doors to me, and then I will give them to you.

A bowl of soup like this.”

"It...what use are they to you?" Chu Xin asked blankly.

"Are they useful to you?" the young man suddenly asked.

Chu Xin thought deeply: "If I were still alive, these things would probably...probably be my most precious things."

"Yes, it is the most precious thing." The young man stopped his hand at this time, and the palette and brush fell on both sides at the same time. "It is everything that makes up you, your complete life. I think it is unique."

"I'm just that ordinary..."

"There will be people who like to record ordinary things." The young man stood up, "Just like this."
To be continued...