Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 4091 Your Highness Returns (3)

  The attic remains the same, with towering peach trees.

   is where she has lived for eighteen years.

  Ranbai slowly leaned down, fiddled with the savagely growing weeds at will, and looked around. There was no nostalgia, no sorrow or joy, empty, nothing in his eyes.

  She used to live here.

  A few years.

  Later, those people died and there was nothing left, leaving her with embers flying all over the sky.

  Dyeing white, strolling in the courtyard, stopping in front of a towering old tree, the shadow almost overwhelmed her, the winding dragon lying on the festival, the branches and leaves squeaky, it is a peach tree that has grown for a long time.

  At that time, she was in the high tower. Through a small window, the tallest peach tree she saw was the tallest one.

  Ranbai stood in the dim shadow and stared at it for a long time.

   finally cleared his throat, raised his hand and knocked on the trunk with interest, making a dull sound or two, accompanied by a lazy voice: "Grandpa Peach Tree, I'm back."

  The night breeze was blowing, the branches were swaying gently, and a few leaves fell with the wind, as if responding to the words that were dyed white.

   "You said why you live so old." Dye Bai took a look, smiled, lazily: "I guess you must live longer than me."

  The branches and leaves are still shaking.

"I broke a branch of yours, don't remember to hate me, anyway, it's not the first time." Then, she broke a branch with lightning speed, convinced that the enemy can't move me, as long as I move. You can't find the truth of my account when it's fast!

  Branches and leaves are broken with a crisp click.

  Falling leaves fall, a little irritable.

"Don't be sad, it will grow back soon." Dye Bai held a branch in his hand, satisfied, comforting the peach tree with a good intention, patted it, and simply sat on the ground lazily, leaning on the trunk, the branches in his hands were boring. Shaking, looking at the moon in the sky, the curvature of the corners of his lips narrowed inch by inch, until no smile was visible at all.

  The face was so pale that there was no expression on it.

  Ranbai is always smiling, but she actually doesn't like to laugh. This kind of cold boredom is only exposed when she is alone.

  It’s been a long while,

  She made a sudden movement, and she used her fingers to scavenge the soil beside the root of the tree without being obsessed with cleanliness.

   "His Royal Highness, let me come." Phoenix said, feeling very uncomfortable in his heart.

   "What are you doing here?"

  He struggled: "His Royal Highness, you have something to call me."

"Ok."

  The sticky and moist soil was violently opened, the roots of the tree were muddy, and the white and thin fingers were covered with mud, but she didn't care, the damp smell came on her face, finally revealing a pale yellow corner.

   Then more, more--

  Letters.

   Dye Bai was kneeling, her long eyelashes almost covered her eyes, and she wiped her hand casually, picking up the letter buried deep under the root of the tree.

  The same sentence is written on every letter.

  ——Mr.

  The handwriting is immature and green, with a bit of vigor.

  Yan Bai looked at it for a while, and simply sat on the ground and opened the envelope.

  The pale, sealed, black and white past, like a black deep sea swept over, gaining life in suffocation.

  She remembered.

all.

The old trees are evergreen, with branches and leaves crisscrossing, reflecting the night sky that has been cut into countless pieces. Moonlight falls from the gaps, half-brightly on the letters, and the faint sound of the envelope being opened is mixed with the desolate cry of crickets. Together, there is an earthy, ancient smell.

  Each letter contains only a few sentences.

  It's snowing in the domain.

  I saw a beautiful tabby cat today and wanted to catch it back.

   is three centimeters taller.

  Don’t want to drink milk.

  I don’t have a cake.

Can Mr.    be with me forever?

There are so many letters of    that I can’t come over for a while, but every inch is greeted by my eyes.

  She was young that year, and he was still there. She occasionally knew that the two could still chat unimpeded through letters. Once obsessed, she wrote countless letters and buried them under the ancient tree with him.

Mr.    said: "Leave it to Abai to see when he grows up."

  Later she grew up.

  He is gone.

  The cold wind blew, the letter fell to the ground lightly, with a negligible weight, and the moonlight reflected the two most mentioned words in the letter.

--gentlemen.

  He is her husband and teacher.

  He treats her well, except that there is no love between men and women.

  The white-dyed fingertips pressed against the corner of the letter, slowly rubbing, gentle and contradictory, as if staring at a lover for several generations.

  She reached out and poked the thin yellowed letter and asked: "I have forgotten you for so long, are you angry?"

  Even a muddy person should have a bit of temper, but he has never been angry with her.

   "I haven't seen you for so many years." Dye Bai looked unusually ordinary, stretched out his hand in the air and found nothing, "Unfortunately, I didn't bring wine this time, so I can't worship you."

  No one heard her.

  She continued to dig out another person’s letter under the root of the tree, and finally saw the words Abai’s pro-qi.

  Elegant and sharp, excellent style.

  The characters are like the sky and the moon, and people are like the fairy in the moon.

  The moonlight illuminates a corner obliquely through the gap. The letter has been left for too long, and it has been stored in the soil without seeing the sun. Even if it has been stored in a clever way to this day, it has already turned yellow and curled.

  The color of the old age spans thousands of years.

  Dyeing white thought,

If Mr.    knew that the letters he once wrote in essays will be turned out by her after a thousand years, he would be shocked.

  The character of the person appeared in her eyes, it was too vague, she could not remember his face, as if over time, forgetting became a matter of course.

  But still remembers that he treats all beings tenderly, always tolerant and firm.

  Later, he broke his bone because of her, and fell into the dust, but he was still protecting her.

"Mister is really stupid." She sat under the tree trunk in an eclectic manner, her whole person sinking in the shadows, those blood pupils were quiet and deep, and the corners of her mouth smiled plausibly: "Look now, besides me, who else will remember you? ?"

  "This is the sentient being you are talking about, the compassion you taught me."

  Ranbai can imagine if the person is there, hearing her words.

   will surely smile slightly and say to her.

  "Abai, all sufferings in the world have a fate. I am your husband. I will be a teacher for a day, and I will never give up for the rest of my life."

  So at the end.

  He gave her his life.

  Also ridiculous.

  He actually tried to teach a little monster to be open-minded and not ashamed of his heart.

  Are you naive?

   "I know you can't understand what I said to you, it's pedantic."

  She has never seen anyone who can be stupid like this.

  After all...

  It’s just a matter of mind.

  The surrounding is quiet, without any sound, it is the self-talking, directing, acting, and entertaining of a person.

  The person who would respond to her before is long gone.

  No matter how much she says, no matter how harsh words, no matter how absurd she acts.

  No one will be disciplined anymore.

  No one will tell her again that she can’t do this.

  No one will take care of everything for her again.

  The night is deep and the wind is rolling.

   Dyeing white and kneeling for a long time, no matter how much thought, it finally turned into a laugh and passed away with the wind, tearing open his letter.

  Unpacking the letters one by one, impatient, and not knowing what they are thinking about.

The word    is the one she is most familiar with, and the person is her unforgettable person.

  Every letter responds to her previous words, everything must be settled, gentle and meticulous.

   Suddenly, a letter took off his hand and fell weightlessly in the wind, spreading on the muddy ground.

  She remembered the words of every letter clearly.

   also knew that she had never seen this letter before.

  (End of this chapter)