I rely on the bloody script to force BE

But under the light-as-thin-feather eyes of Qianliu from the Chanyuan, he still walked over obediently.

"Let me say first..." Gojo Satoru spoke first, "I won't lock you up anymore, Qianliu can go wherever he wants."

He took the hand of Qianliu from the Zen Academy, took out the folded divorce document from his pocket, and a bottle of medicine with the label removed, and put the medicine in her palm.

"I didn't know until now, sorry," he said.

"I've already signed it." Gojo Satoru spoke slowly and with difficulty, "I'm sorry, Qianliu, I..."

Qianliu from the Chanyuan waited patiently for his next words.

But Gojo Satoru was silent for a long time, lowered his head and spread out the paper folded into squares, staring at it, just said: "You are free. I won't bother you again."

I want to say too much, but I don't know where to start.He also didn't want to act like a spoiled child and beg for mercy again, relying on tears to regain Qianliu's forgiveness, those things proved to be useless and would only push her in the opposite direction.

He knew that he was really completely wrong this time, and he could not get away with it by lowering his posture.

Deep powerlessness imprisoned the heart, why had to face the loss of Qianliu after breaking the nightmare-like death cycle?

His efforts seemed to be denied so easily, the more he was afraid of losing, the easier it was to lose.

Wujo Wujo is like a cat who has been punished for doing something wrong. After handing her something, he stares at his fingers and waits quietly for Qianliu from the Zen Academy to attack.

His head was filled with thick and strong magma, and his whole body was divided into two halves, one half shouted at the top of his lungs that I would never separate from her, and the other half was as cold as Antarctic ice floes, whispering to stop torture she is gone.

They tug, and finally love takes the high ground.

Wait until Qianliu's mental state improves and the grievances subside a bit, then talk about other things - it may take a few years, time will heal everything, and Gojo Satoru is not intolerable.

With the pen on the tea table, Qianliu of the Zen Academy solemnly signed the name column of the marriage ceremony, pressed the medicine bottle on it, and murmured: "It's actually the seventh year."

The sunlight swayed into the window frame, and as a witness of this moment, it coated the edge of the name she had just written, and the ink slowly solidified, like a stamp on it.

How can time pass so fast?Her life is like a sunny doll hanging by the window, so light that it can't be realized.

Having a lot of money, buying a big house, marrying a lover, and doing everything, but now I feel that I am nearly [-] years old and have nothing, which is very pitiful.

"I won't bother you." His snow-white broken hair cast a small shadow on his eyes, and he said with difficulty, "Two years. After two years, I will come to you again. Qianliu, I know... maybe some place, what I have done is too inappropriate, I am not a qualified husband, but I will become better."

Qianliu from the Chanyuan had no expression on her face, she listened quietly, and suddenly said, "Bai Lan came to look for me."

"Uh……"

"Well, I'm not very surprised, after all, it's him..."

Qianliu from the Chanyuan smiled: "He said he would take me away."

"Long time no see, Nagi-chan."

Bai Lan suddenly appeared in the villa, even holding the wrapped cotton candy with ease, and looked at her with a smile.

He simply explained that he had a fight with Gojo Satoru and almost died, but fortunately he was prepared, and then he began to laugh at Zenyuan Qianliu.

"Oh, how pitiful. After so many years of marriage, he is really willing to treat you like this. Mr. Wutiao really doesn't have any empathy."

"It's not easy to find here, but who told me to be Bailan? Speaking of it, it's much easier to hide Qianliu. This world is so big, there is always a place where you can live incognito for the rest of your life... Gotiao-kun probably There is still more than an hour to come back, enough."

Contrary to his usual inconspicuous appearance, he stretched out his hand to Qianliu——

"Nagi-chan, do you want to come with me?"

Qianliu from the Chanyuan smiled at him: "No."

Because she has made a decision.

"It's a lie to say that I regret meeting you, I lied to you." Qianliu of the Chanyuan unconsciously rubbed the white paper, "I'm very happy, you are the best person I have ever met."

On the contrary, Gojo Satoru was even more uneasy. He usually had the ability to make people jump with a few words, but now he couldn't say a word.

People always have to stumble before they can grow. He is protected by a thousand streams of airtight love. He has not experienced any pain, so he doesn't understand, so he doesn't know compassion.Now I understand, but it seems to be too late, he is always late.

But this time, Qianliu didn't wait any longer.

"Things with a clearly marked price make me feel at ease. But Wu is different. You are the moon hanging in the night sky, and I am a vulgar businessman who bows his head to pick up pennies.

So I don't know what to do, and I feel that my virtue is not worthy of me.I can't catch you, and I'm always afraid of losing you. I've told you this matter many times, but you don't seem to understand. "

"No..." His eyes were slightly red, this time his weakness was not pretended, "Qianliu, that's not the case."

"But this is what I feel. After all, feelings are very subjective, and deviations are inevitable."

The Buddha cut meat to feed the eagles, Qianliu in the Buddhist monastery did not have such selfless love, except for the glamorous appearance, she is just a soft and sensitive woman.

Looking forward to the response to every call, to hearing the echo of the love she gave, after they gradually fell to nothing, she withdrew her hand like a person whose head hurts after a fall.

"Compared to the previous ones, in fact, I can't forgive you for imprisoning me."

Qianliu from the Chanyuan met his gaze, with an almost indiscernible coldness in his eyes, and calmly condemned, "You may be used to being strong, thinking that you are the strongest, and everything has to go according to your will. Enlightenment, the world is big. Most things are fair, as is the name of my spell."

It's called equivalent exchange.

She exchanged her sincerity and bravery of embracing the moon in exchange for the love of the son of God, probably due to unequal value, so it ended dismal in the end.

From love to tiredness, to disappointment and tiredness, half a life is as long as a hundred years in the world.

She thought that as long as she left him, she would find peace, but Wujo Wu refused, so she was still trapped in the prison, unable to move.

Qianliu's expectations for a new life in the Buddhist monastery were ruthlessly crushed by him, leaving only a few lukewarm, sparkling ashes.

His belated apology is as redundant as the foam on the broth.Compromise now, but what about the future?

The power he possesses allows him to do whatever he wants.Therefore, after leaving him, do you have to spend the rest of your life in fear and restlessness?

Do you want to hide yourself like a mouse for fear of being caught by him?

Qianliu of the Chanyuan would never allow such a thing to happen, she loves frankly and refuses to bow to anyone in her life.

Gojo Satoru had no way to defend himself, so he could only whisper, "I'm sorry."

How did it become like this...how did they just, like this.

Gojo Satoru still remembers the moment when he first realized that he liked this kind of mood.

At the age of fourteen or fifteen, Qianliu fell asleep leaning on his shoulder, her shallow breath fell on his shoulder socket, Gojo Wu heard the blood rushing in his veins rushing backwards into his heart, and then there was a surging sound, It's like the never-ending waves on Neverland in a fairy tale.

He was too naive, thinking that a momentary heartbeat could last a lifetime;

Just relying on the fact of falling in love, two people can be invincible, and there is nothing in the world that can beat love.

But it is fragile.

If the relationship is not managed, it will be dilapidated and withered like a rose.

Zenyuan Qianliu took off the platinum ring from his hand——Gojo Satoru later found out the original design drawings and re-customized the pair of rings. It is exactly the same as the original one, but it can't go back to the past.

She looked at Gojo Satoru with heavy eyes, and her green eyes were calm: "I don't feel any regrets in the current situation. Because everything I have is the result of my own choice. I compare you to the moon without asking for more understanding. Love you I don’t regret every day, I don’t regret leaving you, I don’t regret the youth I spent, because I like it, it’s worth it.”

"You said that neither death nor Qianliu can separate us, and I must also tell you that I will not bow to anything after making a decision in this life. Fate can't hold me back, and Wujo Wu can't either."

"Qianliu, I..."

Gojo Satoru organized his words, and in the next second, his expression suddenly changed.

The fingertips of Chanyuan Qianliu danced with light, and this cluster of light spread across the skin like flames, enveloping her whole body, the light intertwined and swirled, condensed into beams of light and pierced the ceiling.

The weak fourth-level conjurer erupted with an unprecedented concentration of magic power. The fragile roof was completely lifted by the strong wind, and the soaring beam of light made the sky dark and the clouds scattered.

Operation formula: equivalent exchange.

The six eyes feed back the rising mana concentration and spell information: second-level, first-level, special-level...

Fear seized Gogo Satoru's throat again, he was like a fish out of water, his lips moved, his breathing was difficult - that familiar, ominous feeling.

He clenched his fists, cracked his knuckles, and subconsciously sent a blow.However, the devastating light explosion was easily fused and swallowed by the power of Qianliu from the Zen Academy.

Her hair was dancing wildly, and her expression was soft but cold: "I exchange everything I have as a thousand stream of the Buddhist monastery, and from now on, I will never see you again."

These words had a metallic texture, and they buzzed and exploded sharply in the air, tearing Wujo Satoru's eardrums, and gold stars appeared in front of his eyes—that was the domain of rules.

He shouted Qianliu's name in vain, but the surrounding air ruthlessly swept away his call;

He tried to break through the invisible wall of air, and the bursts of Cang and He from his fingertips were enough to destroy half of Japan.

However, it failed to cause half-split cracks in the barrier in front of it, and they were crushed carelessly by the hand of God.

He could only watch helplessly as Zenyuan Qianliu's body gradually became transparent and turned into scattered light spots. She quietly bent her eyes, and finally left a gentle and shallow smile, but Wutiao Wuyan's canthus was split .

"Why is it named Neverland?"

"Because you're like Peter Pan."

Like that boy who is so self-willed and hurts the person who loves him wantonly.

So at the end of the story, when the other kids are flying home, his window is bolted tight, and he is completely forgotten by the family.He no longer knows the happiness inside the glass window, his loneliness is more permanent than the moon.

Suddenly there was a gust of howling wind all around, and when I opened my eyes after a few seconds, the villa that had been turned into ruins was flawless.

The overcast clouds dissipated, and the sunlight was divided into uniform shapes by the window sills, pretending to be a peaceful appearance.

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a long time, as long as half a century, when the cell phone in his pocket rang, he was not in the mood to answer it, and pressed it away, only to find that the photo of two people on the screen saver had become a photo of him alone.

no, no...

He quickly rummaged through the album, but there was not a single photo of Qianliu in the Zen Garden left in the cloud disk, his social account disappeared, and even his related tweets were erased.

Gojo Satoru scowled, and quickly called everyone he knew.

He asked everyone blankly: "Do you know Qianliu from the Chanyuan?"

Without exception, the answer was negative.

"Who is that?"

"Uh... I haven't heard of it."

"do not know……"

"Have not heard……"

"do not know……"

He finally called Fuheshier, who hung up twice, and finally connected impatiently. After hearing the question, he quickly denied it, sneered at the receiver, and only a busy tone remained.

Gojo Satoru still had luck, but when he returned to Tokyo, all he got was a deeper and more definite despair.

After searching for half a month, all the proofs of the existence of Qianliu from the Chanyuan disappeared. She was like a ray of evening wind limited by the season, but the wind passed without a trace, and it was like the electric waves flowing between signal towers, quietly dissipate.

"Did she not want me?"

"Will not……"

"Can you do it all over again?"

So it should reset this time as well, just a little late.It didn't come for a long time, and the time just passed to summer.

The summer of teenagers is monotonous and precious. In 2007, he and Qianliu went to every ice shop on the streets of Tokyo. At that time, the machine that took photo stickers could be seen everywhere. She pasted shiny pink on the back of her flip phone. rhinestones.

In 2008, Zenyuan Qianliu gained a firm foothold in the financial tsunami sweeping the world, and completed capital accumulation with a shocking gamble.

Xia Youjie laughed at him as Qianliu's little boy, Wujou snorted triumphantly and said that you are just envious.

In 2009 and 2010, during the two years of working day and night to rebuild the order of the magic world, the organization expanded rapidly, and the time spent alone gradually decreased, and the relationship was still very good. Sitting at the same dining table and looking at each other can make you happy Throughout the day, time ran on its smart toes.

In 2011, we watched the popular commercial film "Captain America" ​​together, an entertaining film full of applause, and the young people who walked out of the theater were full of excitement and talking freely.

But Qianliu from the Chanyuan cried.She hugged the popcorn bucket, at first she shed tears quietly, and then she sobbed softly, Wujo Satoru was at a loss, tears burned the back of his hand.

"What's the matter?" He kissed Qianliu's teary cheek lightly, "Don't cry, you're not sad."

He was too young at that time, and he was completely flustered and completely unable to figure it out.Later, I went to ask Jia Ruozi, who was silent for a while, speculating that Captain America might have thought of him.

The man bid farewell to his lover at the end of the film and died alone in the deep sea.

Gojo Satoru still didn't know much about it. He tossed and turned for several days, thinking about how to make his sensitive lover feel more secure.

This prompted him to make an important decision the following year, and in 2012, he proposed to Qianliu.

December 12 of this year was the end of the world predicted by the Mayans. On the day before that, Gojo Satoru finished his mission early and went home. Facing the surprised Qianliu, he smiled and explained that this is not the end of the world tomorrow. You died together, Qian Liu laughed and scolded him for being childish.

On the next day, nothing happened, Gojo Gori told her confidently: "We have survived the end of the world, so from now on nothing can separate us—not even death."

But the Chanyuan Qianliu can do it.

Rain or shine, the last cicada uttered the last song in his chest—the autumn of 2017 has arrived.

Qianliu didn't come back, and the story didn't start again.She didn't leave any trace of her existence, but she didn't take away his memory alone. The memory turned into a cruel Lingchi, but he couldn't forget it, he didn't dare to forget it.

Gojo Satoru finally couldn't lie to himself this time, sitting alone by the familiar river, his blue pupils reflected the radiant evening water, his eyes slowly turned red, but he couldn't shed a single tear.

On the other side of the river, someone was singing, with long and poetic tones.It rushed up to the clouds with a sound, and fell to the ground with a sound. The wind chased the waves away.

He remembered that He Qianliu had encountered a pilgrim on the ancient road, with a pious and resolute face, crawling step by step, knocking on the sand and wading through the winding land, moving forward slowly.

The girl who prayed to the moon had no faith, but at a certain moment she had piety similar to them.

She turned her head, she said Wujo Wu, you want to live a long life.

Autumn in Tokyo is always short. I didn’t wear the newly purchased autumn clothes twice, and I hurriedly changed into a coat.

Gojo Satoru moved back to Tokyo from the teacher's dormitory of the Conjuration College. The house was cleaned the day before, and there was still a long-standing dusty smell. He stood in front of the bay window and looked at the neon lights in the distance. It is the living beings of this city that never sleeps.

The adult Peter Pan cannot touch the happiness outside the glass window.

The night gradually deepened, and the moon gradually climbed into the sky.The bright moonlight once fell on her shoulders, I hope it will last forever, this should be a good blessing.But if the premise is that there is no Qianliu human world, this sounds too cruel.

Most things in the world have such two sides. Love is blessing and suffering, and so is blessing.So she said Gojo Wu, you want to live a long life, after all, life will always last longer than pain.

The turbulent youth has become the past, ten years have passed like a white horse, love and hate have changed, and memories have changed.

She said Gojo Wu, you will die for a hundred years.

……

"Bad Ending"

CG2? The End of Reincarnation: Repay Your Life for a Hundred Years