After choosing a big adventure at Lupine's Bar

Here is the dream.

It's a bit similar to the hazy memory fragments of what I saw, heard, and felt when the drowned wraith took control of my body, but it's clearer.

Even after the drizzle in spring, the smell of grass buds mixed with soil and moist air is real.

But Mingkong knew that he was not actually in this situation, but peeked into a corner of someone's memory in his sleep from a "third-party" perspective.

A girl about the age of a high school student, wearing a blue-and-white sailor uniform, with a skirt and long light-colored hair flying behind the wind. The hair on the side of her face is intertwined and half-covers her eyebrows and eyes, so she can't see her appearance clearly. .

Suddenly, the eyes with pupils similar to beasts glanced at "where he is".

...?

Did this person just look at me?

While feeling weird, the memory is "continuing".

"I'm Natsume Reiko."

The girl's face became visually blurred when she opened her mouth to speak, like the snowflake noise that flashed back on the screen when the old antenna TV signal was not good, and even the voice was gradually distorted one by one. .

"Do you want to compete with me, Lord Snake God?"

The ancient altar is covered with moss and cracks from the roots and sprouts of vegetation. If the man-made things are not repaired, they will be replaced by natural creatures in a very short period of time.

The same seems to be true of the gods.

There was indeed something there, but there was no response.

But the human smile that seemed to be Natsume Reiko in her teenage years remained the same, she simply turned around and waved her hands, and went back like this.

Since then, stepping on the cycle of the seasons in different places, Natsume Reiko no longer wears the blue grass buds, scattered wild flowers, red leaves and soft snow with dead branches. When the students were in uniform, the snake god who had never shown his face was sitting on a branch holding a bunch of falling snow, and poked his head out under the tree.

The long hair is so white that it is somewhat transparent, hanging down, the deep red eyes like ripe berries flow with the light reflected by the white snow, it is as natural as breathing, the line of sight and the person under the tree seem to be aware of it Slowly raising his head, the soft hair on his shoulders met him when it fell down.

Reiko raised her hand, touched the strand of hair, tried the feel, and then caught off guard and yanked it hard.

……

"...I have heard about the account of friends before." Even though he was treated like this, the snake god lord with no expression on his face patted the unmelted snowflakes on his head, "I also know that you have restrained a lot in recent years, why do you still come forward? come here?"

And every time, just when I felt that she had probably given up, she appeared again talking to herself like that.

Repeatedly, a dangerous habit is formed.

He gradually began to understand a little bit, growing up in the mountains and forests should not have known the loneliness.

Therefore, while being curious, there is a desire to avoid.

"Ah? No, no, no," Natsume Reiko laughed, and said helplessly, "I gave up a long time ago, and I started to settle here a few years ago, and I just come here occasionally when I think of it."

"Because I want to see what you look like."

She took a few steps back, put her hands behind her back, looked up, and exhaled a mouthful of white mist.

"Really, a very beautiful color."

The entire mountain is surrounded by a translucent colorless giant snake, enclosing it in a safe zone.

The swollen time of the prosperous city cannot pollute the clear "qi" in the mountains.

"So, how about staying here?"

He can afford it.

Be it human dwellings, daily necessities, or entertainment products, there are all channels to obtain them.

He can take care of the person until the end of his life.

Reiko was taken aback for a moment, and really thought about it.

"Whether it is the world of monsters or human society, you are at a loss, aren't you?"

She frowned and smiled.

"No, no, no..." She turned around, and walked slowly step by step in the direction of the return journey, "I have a family now, this is a miracle gifted by life, I have to cherish the time with them OK."

"Because they are different from me, ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇."

The second half of the sentence was blurred as if it had been forcibly erased.

Trying hard to hear clearly, but instead struggled to wake up.

Mingkong panted, breathing calmly, turned sideways to glance at the situation of his sister sleeping on the other side of the screen, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did he feel something liquid flow down, raised his hand to touch it, stuck out his tongue and licked it, sure it was tears.

What did my mother look like at that time?

After waking up from the dream, I can't remember it at all.

He only remembered the channeled feelings that still remained in his heart in Deng Guo's memory.

Peace, joy, anticipation, fear, and over time until now, pushed to extremes—

The silence and loneliness of the wilderness.

It's his problem.

Mingkong thought so.

Although Deng Guo said "take care of him until Reiko dies", this is obviously not the real time limit of the agreement.

If it weren't for this agreement that bound Dengguo, maybe it wouldn't have evolved into the current situation.

After all, it's all his fault.