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"Little Yinka, are you going to buy letter paper again?"

The people in the small town have always been warm and gentle, and the streets are not bustling but bustling with people coming and going. It has been a year since Yinka came to this small town.

The black hair fluttered with the wind, making the strands of red hair even more flamboyant, but the purest look in the red eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sending a letter to Rose."

Yinka responded to the people around her with a smile, with a bright smile, just like——

Like a year ago.

a year ago.

After the bumpy competition that made everyone flock to it, the scarred girl was sent back to Holy Kongwangxing.

Inka vaguely seemed to hear someone screaming, arguing, and footsteps.

"very noisy……"

She tilted her head to one side, and wanted to move but found that her neck was completely numb. She tried her best to open her eyes stuck by the dried blood, and vaguely saw a touch of gold lying quietly beside her.

"Ross... it's Ross..."

"He's still here..."

"It's really..."

"Great."

Yinka fell into a deep sleep with a satisfied smile on her lips. Before she lost consciousness, she seemed to have dreamed of a light and shadow. In the dream, she smiled brightly, and walked into the dazzling light and shadow holding Rose's hand and Chuka.

Yinka didn't know what was there or where it would lead, but she knew that there must be——

A place where you can be happy.

When Yinka woke up, she found that she had arrived in a strange town, her body was clean and tidy, and when she opened her eyes, there was a kind grandma looking at her.

"Here... where is it?"

Grandma squinted her eyes, a platycodon was pinned to her gray hair, and old but warm words came out of her teeth-missing mouth.

"This is your home, my dear little Inka."

"Home……?"

"Inka, is that my name?" She tilted her head, her black hair was scattered on the sheet, her red pupils were shining, and tears rolled down her cheeks for no reason.

"I...why am I crying?"

Looking at the wet sheets, she opened her lips slightly, touched the tears on her cheeks with her fingers, and put them into her mouth.

"It's so salty..."

"Why... I don't remember anything?"

Yinka's tears seemed to break the embankment, and the overflowing tears seemed to have the same weight as the sadness in her heart.

"My poor little Inka..."

Grandma stretched out her arms to hug her, stroked her messy black hair, her wrinkled face was full of sighs.

"You must have suffered a lot."

Yinka has already forgotten everything she experienced, and she has no idea how painful or happy those memories are, but...

Forgot something.

The most important part that is different from those memories.

the most important.

Clean and tidy.

So Yinka stayed at grandma's house. The people here didn't ask her where she came from, as if she lived here early in the morning, and accepted her warmly and gently.

But she felt strange, the strangeness that the small town gave her, and the feeling that she was out of place living here made her feel weird.

Grandma said that she felt that the town was strange because she went up the mountain to collect herbs and slipped down the cliff. After being rescued, she fell into a coma for many days.

Yinka still felt uncomfortable.

For this reason, she once spent a day running to the place where she was said to have stumbled. The red bellflowers all over the mountains were swaying in the wind, and they bloomed in the sunny mountains, and the red petals were still stained with dew.

Grandma said that the red bellflower is a unique flower for lovers in the town, and the bouquets held by the lovers in the town when they get married are the red bellflowers on the mountain.

She also heard from her grandma that it takes a month for the other party to receive the letter sent outside the town. Many girls who are waiting for their lover to return will dry the red platycodon flower and put it in an envelope and send it together, so Yinka also started I wrote a letter.

She didn't know who to write to, and she didn't know where to send it to, but she just felt that she had to write it, and if she didn't write it, she would feel empty and hurt.

In the first month, Yinka wrote every day. There were many nonsensical words in the letter, asking about the weather and environment of the other party, imagining the appearance and age of the other party, and writing Yinka at the signature. Two words, then put the letter paper in a golden envelope, put a black star sticker on the seal, and write at the sender,

"Gardros."

"My dear little Inka, who is this Garderos?" asked the kind grandmother.

"I don't know, I just suddenly remembered the name."

The girl was lying by the window looking at the golden sun in the sky. The mild winter sun made her very comfortable.

"I thought, that must be someone I like."

Yes, that person named "Gardros" must be someone I like, otherwise why would my heart beat faster just thinking of his name.

In the second month, Yinka stood at the gate of the town and waited for the postman. He brought letters from other people and recent events in the capital, but there was no letter from Yinka.

"Mr. Postman . . . where is my letter?"

Mr. Postman scratched the back of his head and smiled, "No one sent you a letter this time, little Yinka, maybe the other party happened to have no time."

Yinka nodded ignorantly. It seems that the person she likes is a great person. He must be a busy person like Mr. Postman, so he has no time to answer his letters.

So in the second month, Yinka continued to write, biting the nib of the quill pen, thinking about the appearance of the other party.

"Dear Garderos,

Hi. "

She reached out to wipe her itchy nose, and accidentally rubbed the ink on the tip of her nose without knowing it.

"You must have golden hair and golden eyes that shine like the sun, and you have the most gentle smile."

Yinka stared at the handwriting she had written for several seconds, then suddenly tilted her head and smiled, and crossed out "the most gentle smile", black ink stains stained a corner of the letter paper.

"What, if you are a great person, you must be serious, maybe a little bit fierce, or you still like to laugh at me."

Yinka was amused by her own thoughts, then finished the letter, wrote the word "Yinka" on the inscription, then hesitated for a while, her ears turned red, and then added in front of "Yinka",

"I kind of like you"

Hello Garderos, if you can get my letter, please know that I am, Inka who "likes you a little bit".

It was raining continuously in March, and Yinka didn't bring an umbrella. She stood at the gate of the town and waited for two hours before the postman arrived late, but there was still no letter from her.

The tips of her hair were still dripping, and Yinka returned home feeling a bit disappointed, thinking that Ross must be busier than Mr. Postman. People who spend money, that's why they are so busy that they forget to answer their letters.

But it doesn't matter, as long as I remember you, as long as I keep sending you letters, maybe one day you have time, you will write back to me?

Inka, who was in the third month, imagined Garderos' clothes,

"He must have had a long gold scarf and would wear it at all times."

Why is she so sure? Inka herself doesn’t know, but she just thinks it must be so. She and Gaderos must have met and talked somewhere, maybe the other party is the same as herself——

Also like each other.

The fourth month, the fifth month, spring passed and summer came again, but Yinka had not received a reply yet.

But the appearance of that person gradually became clear in her mind.

Yinka began to dream, dreaming that on a strange planet, in a strange building, she destroyed the wall of the backyard, and many people in white coats stopped her in a panic, and then——

That person appeared in front of her against the light, his thin lips parted slightly.

"Failure."

It wasn't the first time he had such a dream, but Yinka broke out in a cold sweat every time.

Who is that girl in the dream, holding a long black scythe and smiling like a god of death.

"kill you."

"kill."

"kill."

Yinka's head was so painful that it was about to split open. She curled up in the corner of the bed with her face pressed against the cold wall, trying to use the cold to relieve her painful head.

After an unknown amount of time, Yinka got down on the bed, secretly turned on the small lamp beside the bed, found out the unfinished letters during the day, and continued writing.

"Today I dreamed about Ross again."

She described in detail what happened in the dream, and the childish fonts were round and round, just like her somewhat delicate face.

"I really want to see you."

"I like your Yinka."

She put the letter paper in the envelope and sealed it. After pausing with her fingers, she opened the envelope again and took out a piece of dried red platycodon flower from the drawer and put it in the envelope. The color of the petals had become a bit dull like Dried blood.

After finishing everything, she climbed onto the bed again, wishing to see him in her dream, but afraid of dreaming of the girl who looked the same as herself.

Inka has written ten letters, but still has not answered a single letter.

Mr. Postman was annoyed by her questions, and often ignored her.

The red in Yinka's eyes became deeper and darker, not as bright as before.

The person I like must be someone as great as the king. I heard that the busiest person here is the king. There are endless documents and things to deal with every day, and he will not reply to the letters of the common people.

But if I keep writing and writing, maybe one day you will be able to read it when you are free.

The story in the dream is still going on, and the intermittent dream is mixed with many people that Yinka does not know, the boy with silver hair and purple eyes, carrying a green sword; the young man with brown hair and blue eyes smiling gently; A taciturn girl and a lively red-haired boy...

Yinka often wakes up in the night, and in the past month, the end of all her dreams will be dyed cruel red, so gorgeous that it seems to bleed.

"Ross, I dreamed about you again today."

"I also dreamed about a lot of people I didn't know."

"I really want to see you."

"I really really want to see you."

The tip of the pen paused heavily, and tears dripped down the tip of her nose onto the letter paper, why couldn't she remember?

You see, Ross, I have forgotten everything, but I still remember "I like you".

like you.

want to see you.

Can't forget you.

The town was dyed red by the setting sun that day. When Yinka came back from Mr. Postman, this scene seemed familiar.

Letter No.11 still has no reply.

Yinka could no longer find excuses for the other party.

The one who is busier than the king must be God. If you are a god, Ross, then it is reasonable that my letter cannot be sent to you, but even so, I still have to continue writing.

I spread out the white letter paper, but I couldn't write at the beginning.

Yinka sat blankly in front of the desk, until the sound of chaos came from the small town, she came back to her senses and went out to check.

The people in the small town were fleeing crazily, and countless people were beheaded by the black scythe. The speed of that person was so fast that Yinka couldn't see clearly for a moment. Not only was she not afraid, but even the blood on her body was boiling.

Night fell very quickly, and Yinka watched the blood from the corpse stain the whole town red, and saw the terrified face of her grandma after she was killed.

Yes, yes, it was weird at first.

It is like this every day, as if the program is set, everyone follows the steps, and there have never been quarrels or strange things. Even the uncle who sells vegetables in the market sells the same vegetables every day. Earn the same money every day, just like refreshing at zero o'clock——

The Grim Reaper with a black scythe walked up to her.

The sound of the scythe being dragged on the ground made Yinka more excited, as if she was the one who killed the man just now, and that knife was also her usual use.

Death stood before her.

"It's almost time to wake up?"

"I."

The god of death blinked the same red eyes as Yinka, and the same black hair was blown by the night breeze, mixed with a strong smell of blood.

"wake up?"

Inka asked suspiciously.

"I've already told you how to wake up, and the rest is up to you." The death girl smiled sweetly and snapped her fingers——

Inka woke up.

The town regained its vigor, and everything yesterday seemed to be a dream, but Yinka found the black sickle in her closet.

The kind grandmother told Yinka to go downstairs for dinner, and Yinka looked at her as if she was looking at a dead person.

She went to buy letter paper and wrote as usual, sitting at the desk and writing until the sunset dyed the town red.

Then she put the letter paper in an envelope and sealed it, put it on her body, and took out the black sickle from the closet.

"My dear little Inka..." Grandma called her by name.

"Boom".

It was the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Yinka clenched the long handle of the scythe with both hands, and her hands trembled slightly, but it was not because of fear.

Grandma fell to the ground, her head rolled to one side "gurgling", blood seeped from the cracks in the wooden floor, her twitching body was still warm, but it was a pity that she couldn't breathe.

"I want to wake up."

Yinka muttered to herself, and dragged the sickle on the ground. The sound of "呵呵呵啦" was very ear-piercing, as if trying to break some shackles.

"two."

"Three."

"Four."

"he he he he he……"

The people in the small town were fleeing, the corners of Yinka's mouth were raised high at some point, and the red eyes of killing were like platycodon flowers swaying in the sun, just like yesterday evening, the death girl walked towards her with a smile, behind her was a girl like Howling like hell.

heavily clouded.

She didn't realize it until the cold liquid wet Yinka's hair.

It's raining.

The rain washed away the blood stains on the scythe and the dirt on her face, but the blood stains on the clothes were smudged and stained a larger area due to the rain.

"It's time to wake up."

"Inka."

No matter how long Yinka stayed in the small town, how long she fell into a coma.

When she woke up, she was locked in a narrow room with nothing but walls and doors.

empty.

She was alone again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The scarlet eyes were full of murderous intent, and the researchers outside looked at her indifferently through the glass.

"The experimental subject's mood is extremely unstable."

"The values ​​are getting out of control!"

The king of Shengkong Wangxing, whom he had not seen for a long time, seemed to have aged a lot. He came to the research room rarely, and looked at the mad girl inside, with a flash of disgust in his eyes.

"That is the most important 'experimental data'. Since the imitation of the god has no vital signs, then this cannot make her die."

"Yes."

The walls and the ground were scratched by Yinka, her wrists and ankles were scratched with red marks and blood flowed out, and she struggled in pain.

"how could be……"

"Ross won't die..."

"I want to see Ross!"

I want to see him, I really want to see him, I want to tell him how many letters I have written this year, how many things I have written about him, and I want to continue pestering him to say "I like Ross the most", thinking of this, Yinka finally couldn't hold back , shouted in a voice hoarse from roaring for several days,

"Ross..."

How could I forget it.

In the Bump Contest that day, like a ghost from hell, I charged at you with a grinning grin, and pierced your chest fiercely with my hand.

The blood was extraordinarily red that day.

Different than anyone I've killed in the past.

I love you so much, but I also kill you.

How could I have the heart to do it.

The red eyes that were gradually losing focus were filled with chaos, and as if remembering something beautiful, the brows and eyes were crooked with a smile.

"Not good! The experimental product 'Inka' stopped beating and lost his vital signs!"

"Quick rescue!"

"The lisianthus flower I wanted to give you was indeed dyed red with blood."

"My dear little Yinka, do you want to send a letter again?" Grandma sat on the rocking chair, knitting a scarf, and looked at Yinka who was dressed and about to go out.

"Yes, grandma." The girl smiled purely and brightly while holding the letter in her hand.

"Who are you going to send it to?"

The agate-like eyes are bright and bright, and the girl's voice is crisp.

"Send it to someone I like."

END.

The author has something to say: * Kikyo: I searched the Internet before and found that no matter what its words are, it is very suitable for Yinka and Rose, so I just wrote them all down, everyone can understand for themselves.

1. Lisianthus: a love not to be forgotten.I hope you don't forget me,

I will always be here waiting for you.

2. Purple platycodon: love without regrets.I gave my love for you, even if it is a love that ends without a disease, I have no regrets, and my love for you has never changed.

3. Red Platycodon: Love that will never be forgotten.Red platycodon flowers are very rare. According to legend, they were stained with the blood of their lovers. Those who have seen red platycodon flowers will never forget them for a lifetime.

In the next life, I will still remember you, I will miss our love in this life, and I will not forget each other in the next life.

↑From Baidu and its own language arrangement

This is a fan of Bump Doujin, is it my own brain hole and some ideas?

Mainly congratulations on Yonago's birthday qwq happy birthday.

The setting of the ending is actually that Yinka fell into the gentle and beautiful dream in the small town again because she refused to believe that Rose died, and continued to send letters one after another without reply. This stemmed from Kaito’s sticky system Men's 15 years ネチネチ This article recommends eating it with this song.

If Chuka hadn't taken Yinka to another world at that time, perhaps their ending would have been completely different, and they were still struggling in pain.

So, I hope you will like it, hello, I am Luo Miyang.