[Inuyasha] Looking back at Chaoshan Heng

The wind in Renjian City always carries the smell of the brackish sea. No matter how many years you live here, you can't really ignore this faint taste of the air.

In other words, for the people of this city, this is normal.

Three years have passed since I last saw the sea where the maids sang waka in private.But this does not hinder my imagination-the sea water is rolling with white waves, and the engulfed golden beach extends to the end, reflecting the sea and sky at sunset, a unique mirror.

I hope to have the chance to meet again, not just reminisce.

That piece of blue water will last forever, but it is a pity that this is not the same world, otherwise I can still imagine that on the other side of the ocean more than 500 years later, with loved ones and friends, I can see the same blue.

I don't know what I am now, time travel or reincarnation.I believe that human beings have souls, but I don't quite agree with Naihe Bridge or Meng Po Tang, which are too concrete.

The last memory of my previous life was deep and vague, of course, a large part of the latter was because my sanity was not very clear at the end.Originally it was just a normal trip to the deep mountains, but when disaster strikes, no one can stop it.As I struggled to survive in the dark ruins, I didn't know how much time I was earning, and whether it would pay off.

The memory of 29 years has become a kind of drug in the infinitely long wait. I can only gain more power by digging desperately to ensure that I can still breathe in the next second; but at the same time, I find that I still have so many things Can't let it go, which aggravates the physical needs and gives mental pain.

But at the end of the darkness, there is still a only hole, in which the light of the sun and stars alternates.As I look at it, the relatives and friends who have passed away or are left behind, and the fulfilled or unfulfilled wishes are shining in the bottom of my heart.

Perhaps in the end the hallucinations have been confused with reality, but because of these images, I did hear the slight sound of spring water flowing in my dry heart.

That's something I can't let go of.

I didn't even know how I died and woke up thinking I was finally saved.You can open your eyes and see the empty and beautiful night sky. The brilliance that can only be seen in remote villages in modern times merges into a flickering sea of ​​silver and white stars, holding up the vast sky and within reach.

I was surrounded by the smell of green grass, and I felt the smooth surface of the grass blades on the side of my face, but it hurt my cheeks when I moved, and the coolness of the night dewdrops permeated by the slightly fishy soil.A moment later, the sound of footsteps brushing across the turf from far to near, the body suddenly burst into uncontrollable crying, using the energy that seemed to have been accumulated for a lifetime to break the restless night.

I thought it might be the residual instinct of this body, but in any case, I could hardly control it at that time.

Fortunately, the few people I found were rescuers rather than handlers. The swaying firelight blurred the faces that looked too tall.The other party's language was unfamiliar and messy, but it was captured by the ear one second before it disappeared into the air, and at least [-]% of the meaning was clearly transmitted to the brain.

The feeling of foreign objects entering the body or simultaneous interpretation was indescribably weird, and I stared at them stupidly.When I came back to my senses, I was hugged by someone. The overly soft and proud chest made me confirm the gender of the other party.

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"Your Majesty, please have breakfast."

I watched the maids lay out the food and reached for the chopsticks.The power of time is stronger than anything else. The Japanese cuisine that was repeatedly complained about on the Internet is now used to it.Just like in my previous life, I was a person who had no love for meat, but now I only have half a sea bream in front of me.

A person's meal will not be too slow, how many manners and rules have gone through many years, and finally deeply imprinted in the bone.After removing the dinner plate, a maid brought the mirror stand and cosmetic box. I looked at the blurred 20-year-old face in the mirror, and asked A Xu behind me to help me arrange my hair into the usual hairstyle.

While combing her hair, a maid came and knelt quietly at the door.I nodded to Meizi who was standing beside me, and then I heard her ask: "What's the matter? Tell me."

Meizi's voice is clear and delicate, with a natural sweetness.

"His Royal Highness Young City Master has been waiting for a long time to visit Yuqian."

Babies?

After a moment of hesitation, I quickly nodded.

People see Chizi, people see the young master of the city, my child.

Looking back at the chaotic mountains and rivers, you can't see the residents but the city.

This was a completely unfamiliar surname. If it was 13 years ago, I could only think of this poem.Just like I don't know which era I came to, I can barely tell that it belongs to the Warring States Period of Japan more than 500 years ago.

Naturally, this period of history is not mentioned much in the textbooks. Even if some of my friends are very interested in Warring States Japan, I still have few impressions left, only the messy names like Oda Nobunaga Tokugawa Ieyasu Musou Aichi, and her Tucao hundreds of people is a roll of the eyes during a battle of XX.

"Mother."

The sound of thin footsteps reveals the unique vitality of children. At the age of less than three years old, he should have been ignorant in his previous life, but now he has learned to control his walking rhythm.

However, this effort fell short after meeting. The chubby little boy was still round in a kimono, the difference was only from a meatball to a thin-skinned siu mai.He finished his salute softly, glanced at me tentatively, and plunged into my arms: "Mother."

I was thrown crookedly, um, it seemed a little heavier.

Turning her head to look at Mei Zi, she smiled and said, "Young Master, I ask you why you came early?"

Chizi looked up at me, his black and white eyes were full of tears: "I miss you, mother, father, sir..."

"How am I?"

There were no extra maidservants arranged in the room, and under the signal of Renjian Yindao, Meizi, the only remaining fruit, also retreated.This man always appeared so silently, I stroked the top of Chizi's head, raised my head slightly, and met his eyes who just sat down.

The hakama embroidered with the pattern of haori pattern was as white as cotton wool, and her long black hair was loosely tied up behind her head, and then fell into a slightly curly arc.

I smiled, and silently mouthed to him: [Yin Dao].

Under the slightly scattered bangs, his delicate and too weak face seemed to be permeated by illness, showing as thin as paper.

But there was nothing sick in those eyes, especially when he looked down at Chizi who was holding me.Without the softness of inertia when speaking to the outside world, the voice was slightly cold: "Chizi, what did I tell you?"

I sighed slightly, and felt the body that was close to me stiffen, and then the round body quietly withdrew from my embrace.

Chizi lowered his head, and retreated three steps away: "Father, mother, my lord, I'm wrong, I shouldn't have come to look for my mother so frequently."

As if he got a satisfactory answer, Renjian Yindao stood up and finally replied to my greeting: "I'll take him back, Liang, you have a good rest."

I felt an impulse in an instant, and opened my mouth: [Naraku. ]

I hardly ever call him that, after all, it shouldn't be the name of this city.But at this time, he had pulled Chizi and turned away, as if he turned his head to look because he felt strange, but I just smiled at him again.

Impulsive, and only impulsive.

After the father and son left, Meizi returned indoors.I sat on the tatami and motioned for her to come over: [Where is the book I didn’t finish yesterday? ]

After being by my side for so many years, Meizi has long been proficient in lip language, and she immediately replied: "It's left in the side cabinet, do you want me to fetch it for you?"

I thought about it: [You go and get it, it’s almost time, I’ll sleep for a while, when I wake up, I want to read that book. ]

Meizi agreed, but hesitated for a moment: "Yuqian..."

I look at her.

"You... the slave girl is going to get you some water, wash and go to bed before going to bed?"

I froze for a moment, took the handkerchief she handed me, wiped away the half-dry marks under my eyes, and chose to ignore her inquiry: [I'm going to bed, remember to prepare the book. ]

Not long after, the bells of the temple in the distance announced the time. I glanced at the disguised bed and fastened the last belt of my jacket.

I know that Renjian Yindao will leave the city today in the name of "illness", and Meizi will be dismissed for a short time.It's not too difficult to avoid other servants. With the lunch break habit I have developed recently, I still have at least two hours.

I have been waiting for half a year for this trip.

In other words, parting.

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