[Tutorial] Butterfly Effect

The drizzle of cold rain fell on the cemetery of the Pengelie family, wetted the bluestone pavement, and dyed the off-white bricks and tiles into dark gray.Small daisies are blooming on the neatly manicured lawn. The oval petals are staggered to form a full circle, and the snow-white petals wrap the orange-yellow stamens.The raindrops slide down quickly on the petals and disappear into the soil.

The faint smell of grass and flowers permeates this solemn place, telling the sorrow of the moment.

The dark brown coffin was quietly placed in front of the tombstone.The top-quality golden nanmu exudes a faint fragrance, with a smooth surface and fine grain. The face of the coffin is engraved with the Vengley family emblem.

The family members headed by Peng Gelie lined up one by one, stood in front of the coffin, and mourned silently with lowered eyebrows and eyes.The black suit and black umbrella set off the sad atmosphere at this time.The female family member stood on the side and sobbed softly, looking sad and helpless in the drizzle.

Their leader rarely showed a sad and exhausted expression.The clear warm brown eyes are full of guilt and remorse, it is the grief of not being able to rescue important family members in time.The vicious circle of death of the witnesses has since been broken, which is indeed worthy of celebration, but at this time, what makes people feel even more sad is that the partners who share life and death have been separated from them.

Even Skylark, who doesn't like to gather together, stood here without saying a word, pursing his somewhat pale thin lips.The former Bingsheng alumni and capable comrades-in-arms have now become a silent coffin.He looked at this woman whom he called a herbivore, always wearing a mask and smiling, a little bit surrounded by a strange circle of witnesses, a little bit of a prison, a little bit defeated by emotional pain, a little bit eroded by illness... Finally, Still can't escape death.

—A ridiculous fate.

With the death of Lian Qing, the identity of the witness was finally announced to the public.Everyone was amazed that this woman who was able to do a job in the greenery turned out to be a high-ranking official on the same level as the guardians of Pengo Li. Most of them coveted the beauty of the woman and spurned the frivolity of the woman, but no one felt sad about her death.

For others, the joys and sorrows of others are all painless things.

But for the internal members of the Vengley family, the death of an important partner is an extremely heavy blow.Especially the members of the tenth generation who pay the most attention to bonds.

Sawada Tsunayoshi felt that God really made a huge joke on himself.After deliberate and calculated everything, he did get the result he wanted - to find out who was behind the scenes and lift the curse.But the most important thing he failed to do.The continuous icy coldness in the rain suddenly reminded him of the scene when he greeted Ah Qing for the first time in middle school.

Here she is now, lying before this little grave.But with those eyes that were once radiant closed, he would never smile again.

He rested his forehead with his hands wearily, feeling that this was the worst decision he had made in his years as the leader.

Now he can't face the prison temple's expression at all.Even though the other party is still respectfully holding an umbrella for him behind him, and his posture is correct, even if he doesn't look at him, he knows how struggling the prison temple is inside—but his consistent loyalty does not allow him to complain about the poor arrangement of the leader.

Prison Temple could only break up all the pain and swallow it in his stomach.

Including that day - he personally shot and killed Ah Qing.

What happened that day turned into a pain that Prison Temple could no longer mention.In fact, Yuji knew very well that it was Ah Qing who hypnotized Yuji with his last waking consciousness, and asked him to lift a gun to kill himself.

At that time, he was clearly conscious, but he could only watch his hand lose control a little bit, he picked up the gun, pulled the trigger, and then blocked Ah Qing's heart.There was resistance and heart-piercing pain in the eyes, but the actions of the body smashed all these resistances in one fell swoop.

boom--

The warm liquid spread out with fishy sweetness, and also broke the prison temple's heart.He only felt that the scarlet all over the sky was splashed around with the warm liquid, and the sticky dark red was stained on the prison temple's face.Those eyes, which are always stubborn and stubborn, are full of disbelief and grief, which is a fragility that can collapse with a slight push.

That was the first time Sawada Tsunayoshi saw the uncontrollable grief of the prison temple.Maybe the last time... was when he learned of his mother's death.The choking tone and the distorted face of untold pain were deeply engraved in his heart, turning into an indelible shadow.

Originally, they came here to rescue Ah Qing, but it turned into her funeral song in the end.

Nothing in the fantasy happened, the only thing that became reality was the gradually icy body and the satisfied smile on his lips.The gushing blood flowed from the fiery red robe.With the loss of Ah Qing's life heat little by little, Lian Rui also became old little by little without touching her hands, and finally turned into a cloud of smoke and dust.

He could only walk quietly to the prison temple, looking at the prison temple like a child without common sense, trying to cover the gunshot wound on his chest with his hands, thinking that this would stop the loss of life.But this was of no avail, the gradually cold skin and hardened facial expressions all announced the end of all this.

Nothing can be done.Not qualified to do anything.

For more than ten years, he has never seen the prison temple's tears.But that time, he saw the misty water in the prison temple's eyes mist into a rain curtain, dripping on Ah Qing's chest, as if to wash away the previous crimes.

In the end, he almost knocked the jail temple unconscious with an expression of resentment, and brought Ah Qing's body back to Italy.

At this moment, it should be a new year worth celebrating, but it has become the next page that Ah Qing will never be able to turn to—she and her memory remain in the past.The New Year's bell was rung when it arrived in Italy, and it hit my heart again and again, turning into an elegy.

"Happy New Year... Qing."

Prison Temple looked at the smiling woman with closed eyes almost slumped, her delicate eyebrows furrowed and stretched, and the curve of her mouth sometimes curved and flat, I don't know what kind of expression it was - I thought it might be because I lost expression Emotional control.

Ah Gang withdrew his thoughts little by little, looking at the cold coffin in front of him.Once upon a time, he also climbed out of the coffin engraved with the Vongola clan emblem, and was told that his future self had died—but it was all pre-planned suspended animation.But now, he was really facing the death of his companion.

He bent down and gently placed a bouquet of daisies on the coffin.represents the final farewell.

The friends around him put bouquets of mourning flowers on the coffin one by one. The fresh and elegant white daisies did not seem to match the always gorgeous and charming Ah Qing, but they represented sincere condolences.

"Judaime... you go back first. I want to stay here for a while." Guiji bowed his head humbly, his eyes were filled with a bottomless abyss.

Ah Gang nodded hesitantly, then patted him on the shoulder and left with the other family members.

——It is always when we are parting that we know how deep love is.

Bitter winter rain slapped on the face, followed the curvature of the cheeks into the neck, and then fell into the clothes.He seemed unaware of the continuous falling of the cold liquid prison temple.Trembling, he let go of the umbrella in his hand, and knelt down beside the coffin feebly.The pure black umbrella fell to the ground, and the raindrops arced into the umbrella, slowly forming small puddles.

The stable and reliable mask in front of everyone was shattered at this moment. He looked at the neatly arranged daisies on the heavy coffin, and lowered his emerald eyes.From being unable to resist, to not being able to believe it, to not wanting to believe it, and finally being forced to accept the fact in silence, he spent several sleepless nights.

Every day feels like a year.When smoking, he would think of someone lightly smoking the cigarette at his fingertips, smiling lightly and kissing his lips, telling him to get used to himself a little more than he was used to smoking.When doing business, he would think of someone sitting beside him like a lazy cat looking at him with beautiful eyes.Apart from working for Vengley, his life is only endless smoking, he dare not sleep, and her helpless eyes and satisfied death smile will appear at that time after a short rest.

Like a nightmare.

When passing by the piano room by chance, he would think of someone gently leaning on his shoulder, closing his eyes and listening to the sound of the piano, like the greatest enjoyment.The memories of being together once swept in like a tide, eroding every inch and strand of the body.What cannot be refused is the beginning of childhood encounters, and what cannot be resisted is the end called death.

If so, how nice it would be to pass by like a passer-by at first.No welcome party, no looking for the lost idiot at the summer festival, no gently tilting the umbrella to her side, no kindly comforting the guilty idiot, no helping the injured her back...

The innumerable and fragmented memories when I was young are projected in my mind like a film, and the cold rain curtain reflects the coldness of my heart.When did he start to care about this idiot slowly.

He hasn't said yet, but she actually has a pretty smile, and sometimes she gets sulky and thinks that such a smile should be left to him alone; in fact, he felt a little impatient when someone confessed to her during the sports meeting, and at that time , It would be great if the relationship between Yamazaki and her was completely blocked; in fact, he was not reconciled to seeing her familiar relationship with Hibari ten years later by accident, and he just wanted to grow up quickly at that time.

Feeling unacceptable, going deeper.

I haven't had time to apologize to her, and I haven't had time to fill in the previous vacancy.Everything was too late, and finally became unattainable.

Prison Temple opened his mouth, and there was only a silent sob.There seemed to be something stuck in the throat, which was unbearable.The wet suit was tightly attached to the body, and the slightly raised silver hair was also sticking straight to the cheek, which was wet and sticky.

"……I love you."

It was something he had never said before, and it was too late to speak now.

>>>

The leader took an indefinite leave of absence from Prison Temple, and asked him to come back after finishing his mind.It was the pain of not being able to rescue the companion, and it was also the guilt of not being able to face the companion's loss of the lover.For the first time, Prison Temple did not refute this decision against Vengley's interests, and left this complicated and luxurious Vengley headquarters.

The small town of Taoermi is still peaceful with the sea and the sky, neighbors by the sea and living by the mountains.The wind carries the salty smell of sea water, and the tide of sea water hits the sea stones again and again, making loud noises, lively and mischievous.

When he stepped up the steps of the house, the little boy next door poked his mouth out and looked at him curiously.

"Big brother, do you know the big sister here? I haven't seen her for a long time. I miss her so much."

It is rare for Prison Temple to let go of the stubbornness covered in thorns, with a faint smile on his mouth, like the owner of this house: "Well, I know."

"Then when will she come back? I really like the snacks she made and the candies she gave me." The little boy blinked his round eyes, and his excited expression jumped with the cute little freckles on his nose.

Prison Temple was blocked from speaking by the expectant little boy in front of him.He pursed his lips and smiled perfunctorily: "She's gone on a long journey... What kind of candy do you like?"

“Grape flavored!”

"Okay... Big brother will give it to you later." His throat felt sore, he pulled his stiff lips, and smiled fragilely.

The little boy cheered happily, quickly thanked the prison temple, and then closed his room sensiblely.

Pushing open the door, a strong smell of paint that has not dissipated hits the face.The easel and paint box are already covered with dust, and the simple furniture looks very shabby, as if telling the poverty of the owner's life.

Every step is extremely heavy.

Prison Temple glanced at this simple house, which seemed to be full of traces of Ah Qing's stay.Crumpled drawing paper and scattered paintbrushes are scattered around.It's not as messy as a woman's room...but it's very much like her style.

When painting, I will always be desperate.

He picked up the sketchbook that had fallen on the floor, dusted it and opened the first page.The corners of the drawing paper have long been slightly warped due to too much time, and the edges are also slightly yellowed.

The pencil marks are still vivid.

Prison Temple opened his eyes in disbelief, and quickly flipped through the paintings on the notebook.He reached out and picked up another sketchbook piled on the table, and the paintings on it shocked him without exception.

The end of the hair of the person above was unruly raised, with a stubborn expression on his face.There is a sense of responsibility tightly locked between the brows.

Wearing school uniforms, casual clothes, suits, dresses.Laughing, frowning, furious, provocative, shy, awkward, stubborn, while eating, playing the piano, working, smoking, holding a gun... Even the slack expression that quietly fell asleep, all appeared on the paper, turning into an indelible memory.

When did it start, Ah Qing’s sketchbook gradually reduced one person from her favorite partners——in her eyes, only one person’s reflection gradually remained.

wow-

The pages of the book were opened, and a photo with pencil dust fell out of the sketchbook.

Above it is a colorful Ferris wheel that lights up the night sky in the most vibrant colors.The woman with long dark brown hair smiled lightly, making a lively V-shape, and her drunken eyes were full of smiles.She was holding the silver-haired man beside her. He was very handsome in casual casual clothes, and the brim of his hat was pulled aside mischievously, showing an awkward expression.

"..." Prison Temple's slender fingers trembled, looking at this photo full of memories.It is the flowers that have not been sent, the lips that have not been kissed, and the beauty that cannot be repeated now.

The photo is very flat, just stained with a little pencil dust from the sketchbook. It can be seen that its owner has preserved it very carefully, but now this photo has become the only remaining memory of two people separated by yin and yang. .Prisoner hurriedly folded these sketchbooks, and tightly held this photo in his hands, as if he was about to crush it and remember it in his heart.

This house is full of Qing's last memories.He turned his head to look at the small notebook on the chair, but suddenly lost the courage to open it.It contained her last dignity and his remorse for losing everything.

Qingxiu's notes became scribbled little by little with the passage of time, and it was Qing's record until the last moment.It is engraved with her painful heart and her struggle with everything that happened in the prison temple.Every stroke and every painting is like a sharp blade cutting through the heart, and warm liquid flows out.

"What's the point of my staying here? Why don't I choose to go back to that world...but I like Prison Temple...I...love him."

Juanxiu's handwriting has left a dent of time, but the neat paper surface has become pitted for some reason.In his mind, a lonely woman with a sick complexion appeared to write such words.

Prison Temple felt a sharp pain across his chest, he pulled his lips, a bitter feeling welled up in his throat, choking on the pain that could not be added at the moment.The mist quickly filled his eyes.Condensed drops of water slid down from the corners of his eyes, collapsing along with the mood of breaking the embankment.He felt as if he had fallen into an irreparable abyss, and his depressed mood weighed heavily on his heart, beyond redemption.

Gouji, who never looked down on people who cry easily, cried like a child.He opened his mouth, but he could only let out a hoarse growl.Uncontrollable tears streamed down his heart, almost suffocating him.The sharp pain slid through his limbs, bit by bit eating away at the last of his sanity.

"Ah Ching..."

——There used to be a smile that appeared in my life, but it finally dissipated like a mist, and that smile became a rushing river buried deep in my heart, and I couldn't swim across it. The sound of that river became my daily life. Desperate singing day and night.

>>>

Hanamaki, who has been with Ah Qing for more than ten years, is also getting old.It seems that with the passing of its owner, it also came to the end of its life peacefully.This inseparable black cat has witnessed the bond between the two since it was gently hugged by the beautiful girl in the low bushes.And now, it is also old, dissipating in the profuse night.

Prison Temple returned to Japan.

He walked through the former Bingsheng Middle School. When the morning light was twilight, the warm golden light shone from the window on the desks, as if a girl with long flaxen hair was dozing off at all times; the school’s roof was cold and windy, The girl who skipped class for a nap is gone on the recliner, and of course there will be no boy who gently covered her with the school uniform; and beside the street in the residential area, there seems to be a black cat meowing in the evergreen bushes Suddenly, it seemed that a girl drenched in rain stepped gently through the bushes and picked it up.

The shrine in winter is as deserted as the weather, and the fiery red torii gates are arranged in sequence, guiding the way to worship the temple.He stepped up the stone steps step by step, with a piety he had never felt before.The bustling vendors overlapped with the games on the street in the cold winter, and there seemed to be a girl in a yukata panicked among the crowd. She was dragged up the steps of the shrine panting, her flushed face looked really good at night .But she cried sadly, looking at the devout men and women in front of her.

Kikuji washed his hands, stood in front of the shrine, rang the bell, bowed reverently three times, clasped his hands twice, and closed his eyes—just like he had done before.

The saddest thing for prison temple is that he was not able to stand beside that charming woman like those men and women who he used to find boring.He always felt that it should be two people standing here together, praying together for eternity.

The light time fell into the palm lines of the palm, with a smile that could no longer be reached.

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