I live longer than the incomparable

At first, she was just a human.

But she is no ordinary human being.

The girl who was born in a remote small fishing village possesses a unique beauty in such a remote and desolate small village.

Black hair, soft eyes, bright red lips, and a delicate face—they make up the beauty of a young girl.

Her father was a fisherman who went out to sea day in and day out to fish, and sometimes he would bring back some sea fish and shellfish, and sometimes nothing at all.

She pickled the endless sea fish and shellfish to prevent the day when food was scarce.

But one year, successive violent storms prevented the fishermen from going to sea. Seeing that the food stored at home was running low, her father decided to go to sea with the rest of the village.

They brought back the harvest from the sea, and in it lay a strange fish that no one had ever seen before.

The sea fish they brought back lasted for a long time, but the wind and rain outside still did not stop. When hesitating whether to go to sea again, someone turned his attention to the strange fish.

The size of that fish is also enough to support them without other food for several days.

Everyone in the village ate the "meat" of "it".

But other people who ate the "meat" fell into a long deep sleep.Only that unusual girl got a body that would never age or die.

Later, she stayed alone for a long time in the small fishing village that had long been dormant, until those who had fallen asleep had lost their breath.

The whole village was buried.

A girl who is alone embarks on a journey without knowing the way forward.

——*——

"so poor."

After listening to the story, Inosuke, who was lying on the bed, only showed his eyes from his head half buried in the quilt, and made a pitiful sound from under the quilt.

"Why is it pitiful?" Onimai Tsuji Musan pretended to be puzzled, and asked Inosuke: "Shouldn't it be something to be happy about not getting old or dying?"

Hearing this, Inosuke blinked his eyes, and said without thinking, "Because Uncle Tong Mo said that all human beings want to be redeemed, so after death, people will go to the paradise without pain. If you can't die If you drop it, you won’t be able to go to the Paradise, right?”

Inosuke, who said this, saw his father laughing. At this time, his smile was different from the usual smile that made people feel far away. It seemed that he would only show it after hearing something interesting. true smile.

But his mother, Bhikkhuni, seemed to be still immersed in the story, sitting there motionless.

Onimai Tsuji musan restrained his smile, "So Inosuke wants to go to the Land of Elysium?"

Inosuke only thought that his father was really asking himself such a question, and he didn't see the blood in his eyes blending with the bright red plum color at all.

For a moody existence like Kiwu Tsuji, if something goes wrong, no matter what he does, it will not be unexpected.

The little boy shook his head, "I don't want to."

"why?"

Inosuke said in a lively tone: "Although Uncle Tong Mo said that there is no pain in the Paradise of Paradise and that everyone who goes there can obtain happiness, but I feel that my current life is already very happy, so it doesn't matter if I don't go to the Paradise of Paradise."

Hearing this kind of words, Onimai Tsuji was stunned for a moment, he really didn't expect to hear such an answer from this child.

Inosuke said to him: "Because my father and mother are by my side, I feel very happy every day."

Guiwu Tsuji was silent for a while, and suddenly realized that the child was not as boring as he imagined.

So... It doesn't matter if this kind of pretend play continues.

It won't be long anyway.

Inosuke is now ten years old, and the child who has been carefully cared for by the Yabaichuni will grow up in a few years. Oniwu Tsuji can imitate his appearance to change his age, but the Yabaichuni cannot do it.

This is the only thing that Oni Wu Tsuji can be proud of in front of her.

——The girl named Eight Hundred Bhikkuni will never see the day when she grows old.

When thinking of this, Onimai Tsuji glanced at the expression of the eight hundred bhikkhuni beside him, and there was only peace on the face that could not tell the real age at all.

Even though she was the protagonist of the story, she didn't show the slightest strange expression when she heard the story told from someone else's mouth and was sympathized face to face.

Although there was no reaction in Oni Wu Tsuji's eyes, in fact, the Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni was a little surprised.

this story……

Too bland and ordinary.

It doesn't look like something that Onimai Tsuji will say.

In her original guess, even if Oni Wu Tsuji really talked about her, it would not be in the current style.

This kind of... can almost be said to be a gentle narrative, even the eight hundred monks were deeply surprised.

"Okay," she seemed to have just recovered from the bedtime story told by Onimei Tsuji, she reached out to help Inosuke tuck the quilt, and kissed his small forehead, "After listening to the story, Inosuke Now, it's time to sleep."

Hearing this, Inosuke was still hesitant to speak, but was pressed back by the gentle smile on his mother's face. Eight hundred bhikkuni pulled Kimai Tsuji to leave the room. turned off the lights in the room.

Just as the eight hundred bhikkhuni held the doorknob and wanted to help Inosuke close the door, the childish voice of the boy came from the darkness——

"'She' doesn't have a name? "

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni's hands suddenly stopped.

Oni Wu Tsuji narrowed his eyes, as if he was waiting for her answer.

"Perhaps, there are."

she replied softly.

——It's just that even she herself forgot.

When she realizes that she has lived in this world for too long, she is no longer "she", but eight hundred bhikkuni.

The moment the door is completely closed is the moment when all pretense is removed.

The hypocritical "family" game is over.

"I thought you'd at least hold back."

Oni Wu Tsuji Wumi suddenly said, "Aren't you afraid of letting Inosuke hear your story?"

In Onimui Tsuji's view, since she doesn't want Inosuke to be involved with anything other than humans, she certainly doesn't want to reveal her identity in front of him.

Even if the story of Eight Hundred Bhikkuni is not known to everyone, it can be said that most people know it.

Just ask others a little, and Inosuke can know that his "mother" has the same name and surname as the "she" in the story his father told.

"Because it's not necessary."

Clearly faced with a mocking attitude, Bikkuni Yao laughed and sighed faintly: "This is the first time Inosuke heard the story told by Dad."

Maybe other people think it's pretty, but Ghost Mai Tsuji doesn't like the way Yabaichuni smiles very much.

Especially like now, even the eyebrows and eyes have been deliberately softened, as if he was really happy from the bottom of his heart.

Regardless of whether this appearance is real or fake, it has successfully displeased Onimai Tsuji.

And the eight hundred bhikkhuni himself knew this fact.

—— Oni Wu Tsuji Wuyou doesn't like her happy appearance.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni should have a cold or sad expression tired of the world, and will never enjoy the joy of being alive, let alone the joy of eternal life.

Only in this way can Guiwu Tsuji feel more balanced in his heart.

Because what she has is exactly what he has been pursuing all along.

She will not age or die, neither the sun nor the wisteria will affect her in any way, her immortality is the real perfect immortality, even Kiwu Tsuji can't pick out the slightest flaw.

But the Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni, who knew this well, showed a brighter smile on him as if deliberately trying to dissuade him.

She called him in a soft voice, and said to him, "I'm going to take Inosuke out tomorrow."

The author has something to say: Uncle Tong Mo next door: cute, no brain

Thanks to the little angel who threw the rocket launcher: 1 of your little cute Qingjiu;

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