[Inuyasha] Looking back at Chaoshan Heng

The 15-year-old daughter red has a mellow wine fragrance. I don’t know if it’s an illusion. It seems that you can still smell the cherry blossoms that were brewed at the beginning. With the wine, it rises into the air, and the vitality of the flowers blooms like a new life.

Half a glass of wine is poured on the thick soil in the deep cold of January, and it may soon freeze.Then the bright winter sun couldn't melt the ice water, only the dust scattered and piled up.

In March, when the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, there is no trace in the soil.

Across the ocean, in my hometown in my previous life, there was a saying.

From the daughter's first cry when she went to the ground, she brewed new wine and buried it under the tree.When the daughter gets married, wine is used as a dowry gift and sent to her husband's house respectfully.

Later, Qingqing, who was married as a dowry, mentioned that "Liang"'s biological father had an old relationship with a Tang Dynasty man.At that time, the wife was in poor condition and there were many accidents. The host mentioned this matter when communicating with the Tang people. This wine called "Nvnuhong" should have been learned from the Tang people.

After receiving this jar of wine, I couldn't control my imagination for a while.Imagine the anxiety and joy of those parents who have never met before welcoming their newborn daughter.Then seal the wine jar under the blooming cherry tree at home, and sprinkle the first wet soil after the spring rain.

I have been to that place before, an ordinary small yard with a small flowerbed surrounded by a simple fence.The five members of this family, except me, were buried on the edge of the clan land not far away, occupying an off-corner near the monastery.The two verdant trees at the tomb have flourishing branches and leaves, which can shade half of the sky in summer.

In the six years that I have been Ryo Imakawa, I will go back every year.

If my existence is a foreign soul, maybe there really is hell and reincarnation.Hopefully the real Ryo has been reunited and I can at least be someone who remembers how they lived.

After all, I live in place of this child, and this second life should retain some traces of her, her destiny.Just as I believe that memory is the way to continue life, so is blood, and so is emotion.

This morning, I received this daughter red sent to the Inner Palace. After hearing its origin, I couldn't react for a long time.When he regained his ability to think, he was holding the wine jar and sitting on a strange blue monster that he had never seen before.

Naraku's means of transportation are always challenging the limits of my imagination, and they are rarely repeated.Some of them I can attribute to a certain genus, birds, fish, dogs and snakes can always get involved.Some are purely different, such as the one we are carrying now, I looked at it with my head for a long time, but I couldn't figure out what it was flying by.

Naraku has long been used to my curiosity, and of course he never explained it.After watching for a while, I gave up and turned my gaze back to the wine jar in my hand.

It was just a small jar, a black jar of red-sealed wine, about the size of half an adult's hand, and it wasn't too difficult to hold it.

The wine brewed in 15 years is buried in the ground, recording the true testimony of growth.

As long as I think of this, I have an urge to hold it all the time, and I don't want to think about how long this "always" is.

I have to admit that the demon's mobility is much stronger than that of ordinary people.For example, when I was in Jinchuan City, I had to go to the grave every year in a horse-drawn carriage for a day. Today, with a new traveler, I arrived at the place in an hour.

When I got there, I put down the jar and started burning paper and incense.When I used to come with the maids, most of the work was done by them.I'll try to get it, but the success rate is only [-]/[-].

We always say our best, but our intentions still need to be proved by actions.

This is almost the second time I've done it all, completely and completely myself.

The first time was when I first came to this world, my memory was still a bit hazy, and I even suspected that the real Ryo still had remnants in this body at that time.I continued crying that day, as if half of my body came from another consciousness.Some of the maids who took care of me tried to do it for me, but I would bite anyone who stepped forward, and I mumbled about my father, mother, younger siblings, and finally couldn't tell whether it was Japanese or Chinese.

Finally finished everything, crying and fainting there.

Maybe it was because that time was too scary, and after several sacrifices to relatives, I got some opportunities to do it myself, but often not all of them.Or go there and find that someone else has already done most of it.Maybe halfway through, he was led to eat, and the rest was done by others.

It is impossible for me to go crazy again.

After finishing the routine of previous years, I thought about it, and finally took the wine jar that was set aside, and tore off the seal.After finding a small bowl and filling it up, half of the bowl was sprinkled one by one in front of the grave of the body's parents.

Fifteen years old, in the former world, is the age when a girl is as delicate as a flower, and even still young.If it is placed in this era in my hometown, it is also the period of every woman's maturity.

And for many girls here, they may have finished the ceremony of Yuanfu, married as a woman, and may even be mothers.

This is the wine you brewed for your children 15 years ago, and it is unsealed today.

I said solemnly in my heart, I didn't know what else to say after finishing the seriousness, and finally sighed and gave up pretending:

I hope she will be with you, maybe return to the arms of God Amaterasu, or maybe the West Heaven Buddha.I think you don't believe in God. After all, there is still no major intersection between Eastern and Western cultures, so don't bother God and his old man.

Today is the seventh year, Akiya and Yuchiko, and Ryo's younger siblings, although I don't know their names.The Lord of Imagawa didn't know either, and it would be somewhat strange for a girl to ask around for the names of her relatives.

Maybe you are staying where you want to go, maybe you have entered a new cycle.In fact, I'm still not sure about these things, but I hope that reincarnation exists, and it's good to keep going on endlessly.

I think I will come back next year, and I hope I can come here safely next year.I want to work hard to live here, even though there is an uncertain monster beside me, I will try my best to learn something for myself, something that allows me to survive alone.

In addition, although the possibility is not high, I don't know if there is a passage connecting the worlds on both sides in the realm of the soul?If so, can you please take a look at my world?

My relatives, I think...they will be sad, will remember me, and will live happily ever after?I... hope so, and believe so.

Taking a deep breath, I stood up and rubbed my sore knees from maintaining one movement.Finally, looking at the handwriting on the wooden tablet on the tomb that has faded due to the wind and sand, he silently made a mouthful:

[さようなら.When I come next year, there should... be no wine. ]

The author has something to say: In fact, the second half of this chapter was originally planned to start the plot behind it, and as it was written...it changed like this

Well, I still like this chapter very much. Some ideas in it are my own, and some ideas are obtained from others, but they are all biased ideas