Star Dome Railway: Hand-made strange objects forcibly marry Black Tower

Chapter 262 Requiem

In the car going home, Mrs. Xion was still talking enthusiastically.

However, Black Tower fell silent, and the joyful mood caused by Mrs. Xion's improvement and his birthday seemed to have disappeared at this moment.

Along the suburban path, the three of them walked all the way to the door of their house.

Looking through the white fence, fallen leaves are scattered in the courtyard, and the lawn has turned slightly yellow, proving that late autumn has arrived.

"Oh, I've only been away for a few days and it's already become a mess."

Mrs. Xion sighed and opened the fence door.

"Oh, by the way, we haven't had lunch yet."

Seemingly thinking of something, Mrs. Xion waved to Lu Huai: "Xiao Lu, come with me."

Lu Huai walked up after hearing this, and Mrs. Xion took him directly into the kitchen.

"Did Heita often say that the pumpkin porridge you cooked didn't taste like the one I made?"

Taking out a pumpkin from the cabinet, Mrs. Xion asked Lu Huai.

"Yes... it is indeed the case." Lu Huai did not deny it, "Is there any secret recipe for this?"

"Haha, where did the secret recipe come from?"

Mrs. Xion smiled, she took out a rolling pin, and then started to crush the rice that was going to be used to make porridge with the rolling pin.

"Crush the rice until it's almost like powder. Then, put the pumpkin cut into small pieces into a pot and steam it."

"After the pumpkin is steamed, pour it into the soup pot, add water, then add rock sugar, and then start cooking. How long should it cook? About fifteen minutes."

"Then, add water to the ground rice to make a paste. When the pumpkin is almost cooked, just pour it in."

After a brief demonstration, Mrs. Xion handed the rolling pin to Lu Huai.

"Do you understand? Come and try?"

Lu Huai nodded and took the rolling pin from Mrs. Xion.

He silently watched the steam rising from the steamer, and the smell of pumpkin lingered on the tip of his nose.

Transfer it to the soup pot and cook it. When the familiar sweet smell wafts out, for some reason, Lu Huai suddenly feels like crying.

The weight of this bowl of porridge seemed particularly heavy at this moment.

"Well, it's not bad." After tasting it, Mrs. Xion nodded, "It's probably as good as mine. You still have to work hard."

After bringing the porridge and stew to the table, Heita took a bite of the bowl of pumpkin porridge in front of him with a strange expression.

She looked up at Mrs. Xion, and then glanced at Lu Huai hesitantly.

"Did you do it?" Heita asked as his eyes stayed on Lu Huai.

"Hmm, how is it? Is it better than what you did before?" Lu Huai said with a smile.

Heita curled his lips: "There is still a gap between me and grandma."

This meal was wrapped in silence.

No one spoke again until they finished the last bite.

Mrs. Xion gracefully put down the spoon in her hand, wiped the residue from the corners of her mouth, and clasped her hands together as if praying.

Lu Huai had never seen her do such a thing, whether before or after the meal.

After a moment, Mrs. Xion stood up and stretched out her hand towards the black tower.

"Come, little princess, follow me."

The sky outside the house was dyed red by the setting sun, and the huge fire cloud looked like a seraph with burning wings, silently overlooking the world.

Mrs. Xion sat on the swing, and then held Heita in her arms.

"Oh, time flies so fast." Mrs. Xion lamented, "I didn't expect that my Black Tower would already be twelve years old."

But time passes so slowly.

Why can't I wait until the day my little princess becomes an adult?

Heita buried her head in Mrs. Xion's arms. She remained silent, but her delicate white hands tightly grasped Mrs. Xion's arm.

Lu Huai stood at the door, looking at the two people on the lawn. The swing was slowly swaying. In late autumn, the platycodon flowers climbing on the swing slings had long since withered, leaving only bare, yellowing branches. .

"Even immortality can't save her?" Lu Huai asked.

[Sir, according to common sense, it is possible, but maybe this is the law of memory. 】

[In the madam’s memory, the old lady has passed away, and the gesture of death must be deeply imprinted in her memory. No matter what changes are made, the established fact cannot be reversed. 】

A memory that is so profound that even a miracle cannot reverse it?

Lu Huai looked at Mrs. Xion silently and at the slowly swinging swing.

It seems that the chain is not hooked on the flower basket-like seat, but on the string of fate.

……

The swing creaked, and after a long silence, an unfamiliar tune slowly flowed out of Mrs. Xion's mouth.

This was a tune that neither Lu Huai nor Heita had ever heard.

Heita raised her head and looked at Mrs. Xion's face, but Mrs. Xion was looking far away at the setting sun on the horizon. In the scorching light that almost swallowed her eyes, there was a trace of remembrance flowing in her sight.

The light became more and more dazzling, and it seemed that in the next moment, the whole world turned into a vast expanse of white, and from the endless void, a vague figure slowly walked towards this side.

He stretched out his hand towards Mrs. Xion, and between his fingertips was a purple lisianthus flower.

Oh...it's really...

Mrs. Xion looked at the figure in front of her with misty eyes. He was like a mist, and even his face was hazy.

Yes, so many years have passed.

I seem to have forgotten what you look like.

However, you didn't forget to pick me up.

The swing creaked, and after a long silence, Mrs. Xion stretched out her hand towards the figure in front of her.

When their fingertips touched, the figure tightly grasped Mrs. Xion's hand, led her, turned and walked towards the light.

After walking off the swing, the roads on both sides suddenly became clear at this moment. It was no longer a white void like snow, but seemed to be an unfolded picture scroll.

Mrs. Xion walked forward step by step.

She saw the platycodon flowers blooming in the yard.

She saw her first encounter with the Black Tower outside the orphanage.

She saw the scene of children chasing and playing in the orphanage.

She saw herself leaning against the side of the ship, returning home across the ocean with a frustrated look on her face.

Oh...time is going backwards.

Mrs. Xion walked forward. Her gray hair gradually turned gray and faded from snow color, and her dry skin gradually became moisturized.

She became younger and younger, and the scroll began to gradually come to an end, until the end.

She saw the tree-lined area of Purulecht University. The reckless boy was sitting on the bench with a helpless expression, humming some unknown tune.

"Is this the textbook you threw away?"

She handed him the textbook in her hand.

He was stunned for a moment, and then his cheeks turned red.

The thank you I wanted to say couldn't come out. It seemed that I was attracted by the beautiful face of the girl in front of me.

The teaching material he recovered indirectly from his mistake was to pull a platycodon flower from the flower bed and pin it on her chest.

Are platycodon still blooming today?

Mrs. Xion raised her head, revealing her delicate and young face, her long black hair fluttering in the empty wind.

Suddenly looking back, the road behind her was already full of flowers, and at the other end of the road full of flowers was a white-haired old man, holding the love of the rest of her life tenderly in her arms.

Sit peacefully at the end of time.

Silently looking at the aging figure, Mrs. Xion's eyes fell on Heita. After a long time, she reluctantly looked back.

Then, she turned around and held the figure's hand tightly.

Together with him, he slowly stepped into the grand and brilliant paleness in front of him.

……

The evening breeze suddenly picked up, carrying platycodon flowers all over the sky. They seemed to be alive with butterflies, floating around Mrs. Xion's body.

The subtle singing had long since stopped, and Mrs. Xion lowered her head slightly. The corners of her mouth still had a hint of serenity, and she held the Black Tower in her arms tightly with both hands, and did not let go until the last moment.

After a long silence...

The swing squeaked...

And that swing, swing

It shakes and shakes

Shake the bitter dreams into honey

Let every note be imbued with sweet flavor

Coaxed to sleep by the sunset on the horizon

Sunset, sunset, don’t hide your sad face

Please plate every petal of the swing with gold

Let the gentle song embrace the dreamland of the little princess

Little princess, little princess

Please cover your red eyes