Ghost of Tsushima

Of course, Zhong Yuanzhong ignored Xiu Zhi's angry shouts, walked briskly back to his room on the second floor, took off his shoes, climbed into the sleeping bag and turned over comfortably.

He did have an opinion on Xiu Zhi, but he didn't want to discuss these trivial matters with the other party. After all, his duty was to find clues to help Xiu Zhi recover his memory. As for Xiu Zhi's experience before his death, he had no right to ask questions, nor was he qualified to comment.

What Xiuzhi lacks and needs is only a helper, not someone with other identities, he is very clear about this.

What's the point of opening up and trusting each other with a human being who's just been together for two days?

It's just a person I met by chance, and "wanting to keep him" is not because of being friends, but for "self-help".

"What bullshit," Zhong Yuan buried his face in his sleeping bag and cursed in a low voice, "Talking with him is the only way to feed your conscience to the dog."

Sullen in his heart, he fell asleep without knowing it. When he woke up again, the sky was already dark, and the drowsy light came through the thin curtains. A kerosene lamp was burning on the table. The small glass cover is dancing, casting a soft light on the wardrobe, desk and neatly organized bookshelves in the room.

He was lying facing the ceiling, his fingers touched the soft bedding, but he became dizzy when he moved, and he couldn't get up from the bed no matter how hard he tried.When he looked up again, he saw Xiu Zhi walking in from the door with a plate in his hand. He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, and a gray-blue haori on his body.

"Are you awake? How are you feeling?"

The other person naturally put the tray on the table, sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, the temperature was icy cold, like the rain just after the early winter.The feeling of discomfort eased a little, Xiu Zhi supported him to lean against the head of the bed, and took the soft cushion beside him to put it behind him.

"I made chicken soup for you today." Xiuzhi held the bowl and gently stirred the spoon to make the soup cool faster, and his voice sounded very gentle with a smile, "This is what Yuko taught me to make before. When I ask for a wife in the future, I will be a bit skilled."

"Actually, I'm still cooking pear soup and keeping it warm in the pot. I'll serve you this bowl of chicken soup after you eat it."

He scooped up a spoonful of soup, put it near his mouth, blew it to cool, and carefully fed it to Zhongyuan Zhongye's mouth. Seeing that he opened his mouth to drink, he quickly scooped up a second spoonful.

The light and shadow in the room slowly fluctuated with the jumping of the fire, the sky should be completely dark, half of Xiu Zhi's face reflected the fire and half remained in the shadow, his sharp-edged face revealed a gentleness that he had never seen before, Even those eyes, which usually look like nothing but beautiful, are as alive as the sea—soft as if no waves had ever been turned over.

"The fruit at home is almost finished. I plan to go down the mountain tomorrow to buy some and bring you your favorite oranges. I will also go to the hospital... It may take a long time. Don't worry if you wake up and can't see me. I am very happy." Will be back soon."

The voice softly wanted to brush the goose feathers on the face, so soft that it was about to drip water, but being watched by such eyes felt like snuggling by the stove, so warm that people wanted to shed tears.

Nakahara Chuya's head was dizzy, he couldn't quite taste the chicken soup, he just opened his mouth and swallowed obediently when the spoon was brought to his mouth, Xiuzhi frowned slightly, put down the spoon and put the remaining half bowl of chicken soup He went to the table and wiped the oil stains on his lips with a handkerchief.

Across the mist-like unreal sight, there was only Xiu Zhi's beautiful face with a sad smile. The other party put his hand on his face, and after a while, he only left a kiss on the forehead.

"Wait for me a while, I'll go downstairs and bring you a bowl of pear soup."

So the light and shadow in front of him flickered again, Xiu Zhi was covered with orange light, and the huge black shadow covered by his body was printed on the wall like the distorted figure of a monster, at a loss and at a loss, struggling to disappear into the warm orange light. superior.

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a drowsy headache, and there seemed to be the sound of wooden doors creaking in his ears. He couldn't open his eyes, only felt that someone was holding his hand, and there was cold liquid hitting his palm.

"I planted the flowers in the afternoon, although I don't know if I can live at this time... I will take you to see it when it blooms... If you don't say anything, you have promised me, and you will accompany me when the flowers bloom..."

The low-pitched pleadings gradually turned into low-pitched sobs, every bass pressed against Nakahara Chuya's heart, the mournful cry in his chest lingered for a long time, and every echo shed a few drops of tears.

He woke up crying from his dream, the tears flowed uncontrollably, and he shrank into a ball trembling in his sleeping bag.

The dream was as ethereal as mist, but the emotion was strong but he seemed to empathize with it. He had never experienced everything in the dream, but it was so close to reality, so close that for a moment he felt that Xiu Zhi's tears were really falling on his palm.

It took a long time for Nakahara to calm down again. After taking a deep breath, he got up from his sleeping bag to look for a napkin. When he turned around, he found Xiu Zhi sitting by the bed, looking down at something.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was trying to hear something in the dining room just now, and suddenly my heart hurt, but I ran to the living room and found that the basement door was fine. I wondered if something happened to you, and found that you were crying."

Xiuzhi put his hand on his heart: "Maybe it's because of 'Ten Fingers Connecting Heart', so I can feel the emotion staying in this house."

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't speak either. He stretched out his arms to take a pack of tissues from the table, took out one to wipe his nose and tears, and then looked up at Xiu Zhi. The other party looked at him calmly, as if waiting for him to speak.

"Why did you lie to me at noon?" Nakahara Chuya simply asked directly, "You obviously remembered something."

"After seeing those flowers, I did think of some things, but those things are like hallucinations in my mind, and I don't know if those things really happened... So I want to tell you when I get back all the memories Listen," Xiu Zhi said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide from you."

The feelings in those beautiful eyes can be called sincere, and the sunset reflecting the warm colors is as beautiful as a lie that will never be shattered.

"I want to go to the dining room to listen to those voices again," Xiu Zhi stood up, and the figure standing by the bed was like a dream, "You...you can take a rest, I'll go down first."

After finishing speaking, Xiu Zhi turned around and left, avoiding the red orange sunset, passing the door with the dark shadow, turning a corner and disappearing from sight.

It turns out that the correct answer is "Ten fingers connect to the heart". If the finger is pricked, the heart will also feel pain, and touching soft and warm things will also produce pleasant emotions.

Nakahara Chuya rubbed his fingers inside the sleeping bag and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"I haven't thought of such a simple answer for so long."

He crawled out of the sleeping bag, tied his shoelaces, stood up and stretched comfortably, picked up the flashlight beside him, and was about to go downstairs.

Walking to the stairs with ease, lamenting that the wind has been a little cold recently, shrinking his neck, he walked to the corner of the stairs and realized that something was wrong.

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned his head. From this angle, he could only see the upper part of the door that had not been opened yet, but he gently and clearly saw a gap in the door, from which warm orange light flowed out, and The red setting sun overlapped and fell on the corner in front of him where the sun never shined.