My golden finger is not right

Spoiler, Mr. Kurosawa ([-])

one,

When I woke up, the whole world changed.

The last moment was still the hideous and ugly face of that woman, and the next moment it was back to 5 years ago.

Computer desks, surrounded by students, the aroma of paper and ink, and a person who has not been forgotten.

two,

Even after escaping from the nightmare, I couldn't adapt to the current state for a long time.I'm afraid that all of this is just my dying dream. When my vitality is exhausted, I will fall into a darker and deeper abyss than that, and the past and the past will disappear like smoke.

I don't want to forget again, being able to remember is really the greatest gift, I can only shuttle back and forth in the memory, not daring to stop for a moment, unfolding those most precious picture scrolls one by one, but I am afraid that tears will erode those pictures. Youth in the painting.

You are not dead, I have not forgotten.

very nice.

three,

I don't know if I had any entanglements with this young man in my previous life, or if it's just because of his beautiful face, even when I first met him, I couldn't forget his face anymore.

At that time, I had just turned fifteen, and I was just a charming young man who came from the city during the summer vacation. I was dragged into the deep mountains by someone, just to see the rare flowers that bloom this season.

Unexpectedly, he got lost in the mountains in the end, and was held by a young man who was too beautiful to be human.

Han Shi, you are back.

He said to me with tears in his eyes.

I was taken aback by his appearance, thought he was some kind of soul-stirring monster, so I broke away from his hand and ran away.

Strangely, I just stumbled off that mountain.

I didn't think about it at first, but now I realize that he did it on purpose.

I want to see me again, but also want to let me go. After that, the brocade book will not be sent, and there will be no evidence for the painting building.

But how can I make him happy, he has been waiting for me for so long, and I have forgotten him for so long, if this life is no longer obsessed with, then all the past will become a joke?

I don't want him to forget me, and I don't want to forget him again.

four,

Oddly enough, a few days later I went up that mountain alone again.

The sun was just right that day, but I never saw him again.I have an inexplicable intuition that that beautiful and suffocating young man is avoiding me.

If you don't want to see me, why hold my hand!Now I can't forget you, you have to be responsible to me!

With anger, I continued to move forward regardless, and walked straight into the depths of the mountain.The elders in the family often remind me not to enter places surrounded by clouds and mist.But at that time, I was dazzled by the thought of seeing him, and when I saw a place with clouds and mist, I rushed straight in as if I had been beaten with chicken blood.

What kind of world is behind the clouds?

I have no way of remembering, but my head was dizzy, as if I was drunk, and my body was controlled by another consciousness.It seemed to be saying something to someone, I couldn't remember the content, and then the memory stopped in a warm embrace.

When I woke up again, I was already in a haystack at the foot of the mountain.

At that time, I lost all the courage to see that young man again. I only vaguely felt that my wish was fulfilled, and I would never step into that mountain again.

I staggered home, and then fell ill so badly that I forgot so many things, so many people, and so sick that my summer trip ended early.

Many years later, I heard a strange thing from a friend who played with me when I was young: on the night when I got seriously ill after returning home, it snowed unexpectedly on the top of that mountain. At that time, all the roads that could lead to the top of the mountain were blocked by heavy snow, and it was difficult to pass even above the mountainside.

An elderly person in the village said that it was the mountain god crying.When it is no longer sad, the snow will disappear.

And the day I left, the snow just melted.

Was he planning to forget me then?

Fives,

Ten years later, I came back here because of job transfer. At that time, I was teaching in an elementary school in the county, and I just stayed in my room reading books to pass the time.

One day when I had nothing to do, I opened a book of miscellaneous talks, but became fascinated by a pattern on the title page.

For this reason, I asked about its origin everywhere, and finally I learned that it is a real flower, it is called star flower.

And this kind of flower can only be seen on that mountain nearby.

I don't know why I just want to see that flower, I toss and turn, I can't sleep at night.Finally, I rode my bicycle to the mountain until the weekend.

The mountain seems to be ice and snow all year round, and the place near the peak is rarely visited by people, which looks mysterious and charming.

However, my destination is not there, but a hillside full of star flowers.

I thought the mountain road was difficult, but when I actually walked, I found it was surprisingly easy. It took me less than an hour to complete the mountain road that I expected to take 6 or 7 hours.

Although I felt a little unbelievable, I didn't think about it. At that time, I just felt that the breeze was blowing on my face and the scenery was just right.

Then I saw the young man again.

Wearing a finely crafted kimono dyed with cloud patterns, he leaned briskly against the tree and smiled at me.

When he smiled, I fell into his pair of beautiful eyes, and I couldn't get out no matter what.

six,

He said that his surname was Shenhu, and he was a recluse who chose to escape from society and live alone in the mountains because he was tired of human beings.

Generally speaking, the guardian is a man of profound knowledge and gentle personality. I only talked with him for less than an hour, and I developed a good impression of him.

Because I found that in the guardian, I can always find similarities with myself.

Like me, he likes to read miscellaneous notes or some old fragments. He likes to drink tea but is not addicted to alcohol. He likes to be quiet and doesn't like to join in the fun.

This is really a wonderful fate.

I wonder.

He probably thought so too, so he invited me to visit his house.

Naturally, I was so happy that I agreed without even thinking about it.

Because in the face of such a person, it is difficult for you to develop a sense of defense.

Seven,

His home is quite close to this hillside, and he arrived within a few steps.

Similar to my guess, his shelter is a simple and quaint log cabin, which looks a little rough from the outside, but after entering, he finds that it is a hidden hole.

The guardian seems to like old-fashioned things very much. The furniture in the house looks relatively old-fashioned. After years of training, it does not look old, but only has a special charm.

His bookshelves are full of miscellaneous talks and travel notes. I just glanced around and saw several treasures that I couldn't find anywhere.

Faced with my eager face, the Guardian very generously agreed to lend me a few miscellaneous journals from a person I had known for less than a day.Then we talked about ancient and modern times, and the more we talked, the more speculative we became. When I looked back, I realized that it was dusk.

The guardian kindly sent me down the mountain, and before I left, I realized that we hadn't exchanged names yet.

my name?

The guardian tilted his head and thought for a while, looking quite childish.

My name is Shingo Naono.

If you can call me by my name the next time you see me, I can grant you a request.

name?This is too simple.I thought he did it on purpose, probably because I was afraid that it would be interesting for me to borrow books from him, so I made such a promise.

What a gentle man he is!

I thought to myself.

Then the next moment, I lost all memory.