fictional spring

"I've always, really wanted to talk to someone."

The cool moonlight fell on his body, reflecting the clear facial features and face, and Yuanyi's face faintly appeared, but it was never seen before... It can even be said to be a confused look.

And Ji Guoyuan should have no flaws.

At this time, I felt Yuanyi's mood more clearly, it was genuine, the same thoughts as ordinary people.

After all, Ji Guoyuan is still a human being.

Maybe it was because his elder brother became a ghost, or maybe there were other reasons, Yuan Yi suddenly realized that everything he did seemed to never be able to keep anything he cared about.

"My mother was always in poor health when I was young, and I would always stand on her left side and help her support her left waist when she was walking." Yuan Yi said softly: "But my mother still died, because her condition was getting worse and worse. It got worse, so I got weaker every day, and then came the last day."

Because, "This is something that can't be helped, and all human beings will have such an ending."

Although I knew that Yuanyi didn't need my answer, I still spoke.

It seems that because of what I said, Yuanyi was silent for a moment, he lowered his eyes slightly, and continued after a while.

"After my mother died, I left home and met a girl of the same age. Her family members died of the disease, so they became her family." He said to me, "We later became husband and wife."

I already know what happened after that.

When he was going out to invite a midwife, his wife was killed by a ghost, and the child in her womb lost her life together.

I stopped talking.

Because at this time, I can't say anything.

Something trickled down from my cheek, leaving a slightly moist touch, and I suddenly realized that I was crying at the moment.

But this pain and sadness are not my own feelings.

——It’s by fate.

Whether it's pain or sadness, it's all emotions vented from the bottom of his heart.

Even though the expression on the face remained unchanged, the emotions hidden in the bottom of my heart could not be heavy day after day.

"My elder brother is a very gentle person. When I was young, he made a flute for me. He told me that no matter what happened, as long as I played the flute, he would come to me."

"Later, I joined the ghost killing team. I met my brother who was killed by a ghost again. In order to avenge his subordinates, he also joined the team to fight together..."

This is the past that Yuan Yi cares about the most, and it is an indispensable factor in his past life that constitutes him now.

"But I failed to protect anyone, and I failed to protect anything."

When Yuanyi said such words, I suddenly wanted to refute him.

But I have to admit that in the bottom of my heart, I also had such thoughts.

I failed to fulfill any wish, and I failed to keep anyone—whether it was the unknown agreement, or the "friend" I identified for the first time.

When I realized this, I suddenly tensed my heartstrings, and even the thought of speaking has disappeared.

I am not qualified to say anything to Yuanyi.

Even if I have experienced the same feeling and understood his inner thoughts, I have no reason to say a word to him.

Because I hesitated.

Yuanyi will doubt his ability, but never doubt the meaning of his existence. This is something he told me personally. There is only one thing, and he will not be shaken no matter what.

——The moment he saw Onimui Tsuji, he realized that he was born in this world just to defeat him.

But my thoughts are completely different from Yuanyi.

I never felt that I could defeat Onimai Tsuji Mumi.

Even if Yuanyi is more convinced than myself, I do have such ability.

"Is it because I can also use the Breath of the Sun?"

Seeing Yuanyi's face, I realized that the answer to this question must be no.

"It's not because of the breath of the sun." Yuan said to me: "What I see is closer to the source. It is both virtual and real, and it is the final and initial 'curse'."

I seem to understand something.

The meeting with Onimai Tsuji was after seeing Ji Guoyan Sheng.

Obviously the one who wants to see Yan Sheng more than me is Yuan Yi.But now the only one in front of Ji Guo Yan Sheng is me.

When I went out to search for the whereabouts of "ghosts", I met Ji Guoyan Sheng who had become a "ghost".

Compared with his appearance as Yuezhu, his appearance has become more ferocious, and the six eyes that are different from ordinary people are arranged on the face similar to Yuanyi, making that appearance even more strange.

To be honest, I actually don’t think there is any similarity between Yuan Yi and Yan Sheng at all—even if they are twin brothers, no matter from their appearance or personality, they can be distinguished at a glance.

But now is not the time to be obsessed with his appearance, but...

If Yuanyi was standing here, what decision would he make?

I can't imagine Yuanyi's reaction, just as I can't understand why Yan Sheng became like this.

That's what I thought.

But the moment Yan Sheng opened his mouth, I suddenly understood something, and a clear idea gradually emerged in my heart, Yan Sheng's attitude towards me, and the reason why he became a ghost.

"Even if the life of a human being is extended to the extreme, it will only last more than a hundred years. A life that is too short will be lost, far more than those excellent swordsmanship and breathing."

Yan Sheng stood in front of me, the night wind was blowing beside us, his feathered clothes fluttered in the wind.

Floating along with it was my hair, and the flower bud earrings hanging under my earlobe.

Yan Sheng's gaze was still fixed on my ear, and I already knew exactly what he was looking at, even if I didn't need to say it clearly.

"Yuanyi wouldn't have such an idea."

The words blurted out.

This is also the most sincere thought in my heart. If it is Yuanyi, he will only feel that there will be better swordsmanship and breathing in the future. Even if everything they have now cannot be inherited, there is nothing to regret at all. The place.

But my words made Yan Sheng's expression sink.

"You...what qualifications do you have to say such a thing?"

The obvious anger wrapped in such words made me grip the hilt of the knife that I still hadn't drawn.

I fell silent.

But Yan Sheng's gaze finally moved away from my ear and landed on the pattern on the forehead.

On Yan Sheng's face, there are also spots with similar shapes, but they are not in the same position, and the colors are also slightly different-in fact, compared to Yan Sheng, the spots on my face are closer to Yuan Yi's shape.

This kind of cognition probably made Yan Sheng even more unbearable. After I called his name, he retorted: "My current name... is Hei Si Mou."

It's not that I'm dazzled, there seems to be some Chinese characters engraved in Yan Sheng's eyes.

And under the influence of the sun's breath, I also saw those words clearly - winding, one.

This is something never seen in other ghosts.

"That lord... wants to create twelve powerful ghosts." I don't know whether Yan Sheng understood my doubts, but for some reason, he explained to himself: "He called this, Winding ghost."

I stared into his eyes, staring intently at the word "hang string" in those eyes, and suddenly realized what Yan Sheng was thinking.

"You...have a very good talent." Yan Sheng said to me: "But I know that your physical condition has not been good. The reason why you can become a pillar is only because you use the breathing method to support yourself, but sometimes you will There is a situation where you can't continue to use the breathing method and cause your body to become weak..."

"Are you really willing?" He changed the subject: "It's even possible that other swordsmen with stripes will not be able to reach the age of 25. Such an ending...is it really acceptable to you? ?”

I should have paid no attention to these things like Yuanyi, but...seeing the words engraved in Heishimu's eyes, I hesitated.

I thought of the person who engraved the words, the ancestor of the ghost, a man named Kimai Tsuji.

Hei Si Mou invited me——

"You can also become a powerful ghost, become a winding ghost like me, and become the power of that adult..."

When I heard the invitation, I hesitated for a moment.

It's not because I want to become a ghost, but because—if I agree, will I be able to see Ghost Mai Tsuji?

I think so.

So I said to Hei Si Mou, "Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi, I want to see him."

In Yan Sheng's view, this already means agreeing to join, so he led me the way and took me to the hiding place of Guiwu Tsuji.

It was a house that I felt very familiar with, but it was not the old city lord's mansion, but more like a place that came to mind by chance a long time ago.

There are cherry trees planted in the courtyard, and now it is past the time of blooming, and there are only bare branches, but it makes people feel strange and abrupt for no reason.

Hei Si Mou only took me to the gate of the mansion, and then let me go in by himself, without any intention of showing me the way, nor did he say a word of unnecessary words to me.

Following some strange memory, I came to a courtyard, only to find that this was exactly the place I was looking for. The figure of that person appeared in sight, and I stopped at the door.

What I saw through the imperial curtain was the indistinct figure of Oni Wutsuji Wuyou, and what casted by the imperial curtain was a slightly thin figure, and the slightly curled black hair also had a hazy look Yan.

I didn't open the imperial curtain, nor went into the room, but stood on the porch outside the door, looking at the very familiar figure through the imperial curtain.

"I knew you would come."

Such a voice came from the other side of the imperial curtain, the sound came from far to near, and the face of Oni Wu Tsuji Muyou was clearly imprinted in my eyes—because he got up and opened the imperial curtain, and came to me on his own initiative .

I watched him approaching step by step in silence, without speaking or moving.

"Did you also learn this from Ji Guo Yuanyi?"

Stopping in front of me, Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi asked suddenly.

We were so close at this time that we could even touch each other with our hands outstretched.Hanging on my waist is the Japanese sword left by Toyama-sama - the Taidao is not suitable for pulling out at this distance.

After realizing what I was thinking, I pursed my lips, but then I thought again, if it was Yuanyi, it would not be difficult for him to draw the knife even at this distance.

But what I can do is just a poor imitation.

So I didn't speak.

"So, is this one too?"

I didn't understand what he was asking, but when I was trying to understand, he suddenly stretched out his hand and touched the flower earrings under my ear with his fingertips.

I suddenly understood, what he was talking about was the flower earrings that Yuan Yi gave me.

As if to see it more clearly, he lifted the earring slightly, and his eyes fell on the pattern on it, but his face became a little gloomy.

At this time, Ghost Dance Tsuji Wucan was probably angry about something.

He was always like this in the past, even when he appeared in front of me in the form of a witch, when I regarded him as my only friend, he would know what I did that he didn't know in advance, or with me After the other people had a pleasant conversation, they showed obvious displeasure in front of me.

What kind of mentality did he have to face me at that time, I couldn't understand at all.

Even thinking about the things he did with the female form of Onimai Tsuji, his mood becomes extremely subtle and strange.

My thoughts have already changed several times, but Gui Wu Tsuji's expression still hasn't improved, it seems that the mood is still extremely bad at this time.

It's just that for me, his mood is no longer as worrying as it used to be.

I thought so.

Because I don't even know what Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi is to me.

But when he squeezed the earring tightly, I raised my hand uncontrollably—not trying to separate his fingers, but...holding the back of his hand.

"Why are you angry?"

I asked him.

Maybe it was because of my problem, or maybe it was because of my actions, Onimai Tsuji was slightly taken aback, but he didn't take his hand away from me.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his blood-colored eyes were full of deepness. Instead of answering my question, he asked me again: "Why are you wearing such a thing?"

This is probably why he was angry.I think.

Oni Wu Tsuji hates Ji Guoyuan, which is an absolute fact that does not need to be questioned. Just as Ji Wu Tsuji takes defeating Oni Wu Tsuji as the reason for his existence, Oni Wu Tsuji's hatred for him is no less.

But I still told him: "Because Yuan Yi said, I seem to need such a blessing even more."

This is the blessing of the gods from the sun.

"My physical condition does seem to have improved because of it."

Hearing this, Guiwu Tsuji's expression became more and more ugly, and he even seemed to want to tear off the earrings from my ears, but when he looked carefully, he found that there were other expressions mixed in.

But in the end, there was nothing excessive. He let go of his hand, and the cold back of his hand briefly brushed my cheek.

It is strange enough that it will become the situation it is today.

It stands to reason that I pulled out the sun wheel sword at this time, pointed at Onimai Tsuji Mumi and confronted him, no matter how bad it was, I should be full of hatred and questioned why he could do such a thing.

But none of those scenes happened.

I actually stood in front of him so calmly, and even had such an "intimate" contact.

Everything is completely different from imagination.

The emotions that I thought would arise when I saw Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi again, didn't even rise a bit.

What lingers in my heart at this moment is only endless sorrow.

It's not my delusion, although such feelings come too inexplicably, they really wander in every corner of my heart.

What kind of feelings do I have for Gui Wu Tsuji Mumi, even I am not quite clear at the moment.

But at least I am sure of one thing - the person who made the promise with me is the person standing in front of me at this moment.

The red plum-colored eyes, crow-like black hair, slightly curled curves and gloomy face form a figure that I feel very familiar with.

"Ghost dance Tsuji is not miserable."

The name suddenly blurted out, as if trying to remember something, I called it again, one word at a time.

"Ghost dance Tsuji... no misery."

He looked at me but couldn't calm down.

"Don't call me that."

I don't know how long it took, but probably only for a moment, Guiwu Tsuji said to me: "Don't look at me like that."

When his voice sounded, I suddenly woke up, what is the most important thing I should do at this moment?Such questions hang high in my mind.

I clenched the handle of the knife in my hand, and time seemed to be slowed down thousands of times in an instant. Onimai Tsuji Mumi's back movement and my movement of pulling out the sun wheel sword took over -

He dodged the first attack.

But everything seen under the breath of the sun is different from the breath of water. The invincible ghost dance Tsuji Wumi seen when using the breath of water is full of flaws under the breath of the sun.

Defeat Onimai Tsuji Mumi - the possibility does exist.

But whether I can do it, I don't know.

Even though there was no hesitation in my body, when that astonished face came into sight, something strange still appeared in my heart.

It shouldn't be like this...

I suddenly thought, everything is wrong.

Whether it has become this kind of me, or this "ghost dance Tsuji no misery", it is completely different from what I remember.

The vague figure in my memory, and the voice that often emerges, made me feel a strange sadness from the moment it was set in Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi.

It's as if... is mourning something.

The mood at that time was almost the same as that when Enichi sat on the porch and told me that his brother had turned into a ghost.

I'm in pain that Onimai Tsuji Mumi turned into a ghost.

When I realized this, the memory of the past seemed to become clear in an instant—at a point in time that I couldn't remember earlier, as a human being, Wu Mi made a promise with me.

The Spring Festival that I am looking forward to and waiting for all the time is precisely because of his existence that makes me have such thoughts.

But it is precisely because of him that we are facing the confrontation we have today.

I pressed down the blade, looked at Gui Wu Tsuji Mumi a few meters away, and looked at the expression on his face, but found that his face became more and more blurred.

It's very strange, obviously I didn't notice anything before this, but the breath of the sun did unconsciously...stop.

The movement of holding the knife became difficult to maintain in an instant, and it took only a moment for Gui Wu Tsuji to understand the situation.

This is... the best chance.

Chance to end it all.

My life will end at this moment - that's what I think.

At the moment when that cold hand pinched my neck, I already knew my end.

I'll be killed by Onimai Tsuji Musai - as I've seen others with my own eyes.

The bluish-purple sharp nails grew in an instant, deeply embedded in my flesh. The tingling pain made me open my mouth involuntarily, but I couldn't make any sound.

Because in the next second, Onimai Tsuji slit my throat.

The feeling of blood gushing out was astonishingly clear, and the movement of opening his mouth to open his mouth accelerated the blood gushing. Lying on the wooden porch, all he could see in his sight were the eaves and the sky.

I suddenly wanted to see something else—anything, wisteria flowers, shrines, rituals and Kagura dances...

I seem to remember something strange again.

When I think of these things when I start to lose my mind, I don’t know what it means. I only know that someone once told me that at the last moment of death, all the memories of the past will be played back in my mind.

So what is surging in my mind now is also my past memory?

Obviously, there are many scenes that have never been seen before, and have never happened before...

I don't know how long the time has passed, it may have been a long time, or it may be just a short moment, but the loss of blood caused the life to pass along with it.

While feeling colder and colder, the things in the line of sight gradually became indistinguishable from reality.

I saw the palm sticking out in sight, pale fingertips and dripping blood... I don't know if the real blood fell on my wound, and I didn't feel much pain when my throat was cut, but At this moment, it feels as if what is dripping is some kind of scorching hot poison.

Like a red-hot iron thrown into the water during iron smelting, the water surface that should have been calm also began to boil.

Something got into my body along the wound and blood, making my eyes widen in an instant.

The unspeakable pain invaded every corner of the body, so that breathing became a luxury. The hot and cold conflict lasted for no one knows how long, but it made the eyelids that could not be closed twitch uncontrollably.

I was probably in tears.

Because of the face on the floor, it seemed to feel wet again.

I twisted my body probably because of the pain. At this time, the scenery in my line of sight turned into the scenery in the courtyard.

It's...it's almost winter.

I was suddenly aware of the season now.

It seemed to be around the same time when I first met the witch who claimed to be Wuyou.

Has it been so long?

I seemed to think of something in a trance, and it was also at this time that I said something to someone.

At this moment, a black hem suddenly blocked my sight, and something colder than snow caressed my cheek.

It was someone's hand.

The man wiped away the tears on my face, and held me in his arms before my consciousness completely dissipated—it was obviously an extremely cold temperature, but I unexpectedly felt some kind of warmth.

Sad and deplorable.

I don't know if it's the effect of the dripping blood, but I seem to make some noise.

"Next Spring Festival..."

I closed my eyes.

"Is... when..."

There was only darkness in sight.

[Warring States Chapter. End]