Chunyin

Egg, my body is indeed getting worse day by day.

Although I didn't feel anything, I didn't feel any pain or discomfort, but the fog covering my eyes was getting thicker day by day.Once I meditated with my senior brother, he was sitting opposite, I opened my eyes but couldn’t see him, I called out "senior brother" a few times, he regained his luck and put his hand under my eyelids, I just saw arrive.

I grabbed his hand and asked him why he also went out during the day now.

He clasped my hands behind his back and said after a long time, "I won't go out anymore."

I waved my hand and said no, you are busy with your work.

He grabbed my hand and shook it violently, then hugged me - I was a little dazed at the time.My senior brother said that he wanted to double cultivate with me, but he rarely had any close contact with me.As long as I could still hear and see something, I felt that he was always avoiding me.

I was confused, he looked like he was afraid of me.But he clearly cared about me, otherwise he wouldn't go out and work hard every day for me, just to find the missing beast.

I couldn't figure it out before. I confirmed with him, does he hate me?And tell him that if he doesn't want to practice dual cultivation with me, it's okay not to cultivate, don't force it.

He also paused for a long time before saying, "How could I hate you?"

He said so, so I believe it.

It was also obvious that I was spending less and less waking time.

I often fell asleep before it was dark, and I had to sleep until noon the next day before waking up.People are awake only for a while in the afternoon every day.

Because I sleep deeply at night, I have fewer chances to meet the sitting spirit who guards my bed every night.

I knew that time was running out, and I thought that this sitting spirit had been with me for a long time, and now that I was leaving, I had to say goodbye.For several days in a row, I made up for sleep in the afternoon and told myself that I must wake up at night to talk to him.

After trying this way for a few days, one night, I managed to wake up despite being sleepy.

"Are you here?" I asked.

There was a black mist in front of me, and I didn't know if he was coming or not. To confirm, I reached out and touched the side of the bed.

As soon as I touched it, I felt a piece of wet and soft sleeves. I was stunned, and I spread my hands to let the drooping fabric fall into my palm.I vaguely remembered a light rain in the past, and I suddenly felt very sad for some reason.

"Is it raining outside? Or is it wet with fog?" I asked.

"When you come back next time, take an umbrella." I said.

I ran my fingers up his sleeves, and my fingertips were wet and cool all the way.Over the angular jaw, a little further up, I touched his eyes.He didn't resist, and closed his eyes obediently.My sense of touch is also dull, so I just touch his face lightly.

"Well, I came to say goodbye to you." I said, "If I'm not there next time you come, don't be surprised. I'll probably die soon."

"You'd better not come, though. Or go somewhere else, and find a resting place."

I said, "It's sad to think of you sitting here all by yourself without me."

"Although, you seem to be very used to being alone."

My fingertips felt a little wet and cold, and I froze for a while, did this stupid sitting spirit cry?

I sat up on my knees, leaned over, and brought my eyes to him.The fog in front of my eyes faded, and I saw his eyebrows, his eyes, his nose, and his mouth bit by bit. All the partial impressions were pieced together to form a face.This sitting spirit is like a puppet, and it is quite handsome.

As soon as I stepped back, this face was shrouded in mist again.

I moved my fingers and landed on his brow.His furrowed brows were like a lock, locking up all the surging emotions in him, so as to keep his face calm.

But the words he wanted to say flowed from the corner of his eyes.

I bent my knuckles, wiped the corners of his eyes lightly, sighed, and said, "Look, come here every day, is there any emotion?"

"People are always going to die. My brother always wants to live forever with me. Actually, I don't think it's interesting. But I can understand him, and I am willing to accompany him." I said, "Because he seems very lonely."

"Are you lonely when you come here every day?"

His eyelashes trembled slightly, as if answering: Yes.

I didn't expect bad words to come true so quickly.

I couldn't get up the next day.

The fog seemed to soak into my brain from the outside, and I felt that my body was also covered in fog.I inhale the mist and exhale a thicker mist.The ear is as empty as after the heavy snow.I was a little curious about what kind of terminal illness I had, whether it was painless or not, but I clearly felt that I was going to disappear.

I was neither sad nor painful, but I just felt a little sorry for my senior brother - he said that I was born to double cultivate with him.I don't know if he can achieve immortality and live forever after I die.

Lan Shu came to see me once.

I vaguely heard him quarreling with my brother at my bedside.I didn't hear much about the content of the two people's quarrel, but only heard what was given or not, and what was not returned.

As far as I can remember, Lan Shu was a good neighbor and the three of us got along very well at the foot of the mountain.But I could vaguely sense that the relationship between Lan Shu and my senior brother was unusual.Although I haven't seen the two of them quarreling, I can imagine that it must be very fierce when they quarrel.

Lan Shu is smart and has a sharp mouth. If she gets angry, she can use a pair of sharp scissors to pierce people's sore spots.My senior brother will definitely not be able to quarrel with him.

Their quarrel was over soon - probably the two people had the same idea, but someone needed to stand up and pierce the window paper.I think what Lan Shu persuaded my senior brother was to let it go, it was fate that I was picked up by him, it was fate that I became his junior brother, and it was also fate that I had to take the first step in this catastrophe.

After Lan Shu left, senior brother came to me and lay down with me.

His hands went around my waist, pulling me into his arms.I thought my body was light and light, but when he hugged me, he grabbed me again.I fell back to the ground and said vaguely: "Thank you brother, I almost drifted away..."

He probably couldn't understand what he heard, but he didn't ask any further questions. After a while, he tightened his hands, arched his back, and embed me in his arms.He seemed to be struggling violently. After a long time, a hand slowly reached my heart.

Suddenly, a source of heat came from my heart, and three rainbow lights walked through the thick fog in front of my eyes like hallucinations.

"Call me by name." He whispered in my ear.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother Yunxiu..." I called obediently.

Gradually, another seven strands of silver light flew from nowhere, like small snakes swimming quickly in the thick fog, they intertwined with the rainbow light, as if inviting me, I was fascinated by it, but what did I see? Nothing, nothing can be given.

"...Why not?" Suddenly I heard my senior brother whisper in my ear, his tone seemed flustered.

"Why is it gone?" he said again.

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt that his hand grasping my heart suddenly exerted strength. In the panic, it seemed that he was eager to grab something. A burst of piercing pain hit me. My eyes turned black from the pain, and the soup was thick. Fog filled his mouth and nose, and he didn't know anything at once.