Summer of Fireflies

Hearing the rustling sound of your clothes falling off, with your warm body temperature remaining in my arms, I bowed my body and knelt on the ground, hugging your bathrobe, and wept uncontrollably after all.

I used to think that we would be an untouchable couple forever. I was on the tree and you were under the tree. We looked at each other and talked plain love words through the big tree.

This feeling will not disappear until humans cut down all the forests.

I used to think that I would move down the mountain, and you live on the mountain, and I would go to the mountain with a basket to pick flowers, and you would weave wild flowers into garlands and put them on my head.

I used to think that maybe I would have to move due to some reasons, we couldn’t bear to be separated from each other, you would keep chasing me out of the station, I would sit in the car and look at you from behind, watching you chase after Behind, watching your shadow being blurred and faded by the glass window a little bit.

A plot similar to this has been rehearsed in my mind thousands of times, and the previous promise finally broke through the parting palm as scheduled.

The ruthless blood quickly stained the line of life and love, my hope was shattered, and my love remained in the mud forever.

Finally, I couldn't even hear the noise of the dawn, and my ordinary and painful belief was hugged into a thousand-year-old incompleteness in my heart.

This year's summer festival is engraved into an eternal memory in the palm of your hand.

Until the withering times outside have changed their faces one after another, until the world is still turning around, but my world has always stayed in one place,

The long-lasting love has been imprinted with time, and every summer, when I return with my luggage, I will step on every imprint you have stepped on, and I will reminisce about every detail I said to you, and I will reminisce about your last love that day Hugs and warmth.

That hug completely isolated our world and my missing of you.

For a lifetime, there is only this precious hug.

I hide it in my deepest memory, waiting for the day when you can come back and reopen it.

After that, how do you think I will spend the rest of my life?Do you want to find someone to marry and have children peacefully, and occasionally you will recall your smile when you look at the summer, or sit alone in the courtyard, quietly waiting for the flowers to bloom and fall every year?

Neither.

In the third year you disappeared, I just graduated from high school.

I thought I would start life again, get married and have children, and then die, but a car accident put an end to my life.

I went back to the forest and wandered on every stone step you have walked, but I still can't find the trace of you hidden in the soil.

I was thinking, if I become a Buddha and reincarnate later, I will definitely forget you.

I can forget everything, but this feeling, I want to treasure it for you forever.Lord Mountain God took pity on me and turned me into a ghost like you.

The same fragile existence, as long as I am touched by human beings, I will disappear.

I am secretly happy in my heart, glad that I can finally stand in your position and appreciate the boundary between humans and monsters.

I'm back, but where are you?

I can't find you anywhere.

Everyone said you disappeared, and I thought so too, but the forest is full of breath of your existence.

So I stubbornly thought that one day, you would come back to see me stepping on clogs, and I could be in the forest, waiting until you smiled at me again.

Wearing the fox mask you gave me, I sat on a branch and waited for you for many springs, summers, autumns and winters.

Time is a long torment for me, I sometimes think, what kind of life did you live before you met me?Whether to stand on a tree and look at the passing years, or sit quietly by the bridge, waiting for another round of spring and summer.

And after you met me, you started to miss me.At that time, I was thinking, without my company, how did you survive every spring, autumn and winter?Is it the same as I am now, missing you crazily and constantly, the habit of missing you has become the air to breathe.

Sometimes I will go to the summer festival of monsters again, stand in the crowd of lively monsters, through the dimly flickering lights, I seem to see you from the other side.

Monsters don't live, grow old, get sick, and die. Time is just the traces of ten fingers scratching in the soil. I have been waiting until time turns into withered petals.

If you come back, I will definitely yell "ahhhh", and then rush towards you excitedly. I have become a ghost, and I finally have no scruples about touching you.

The boundary of touching you no longer exists, but you no longer exist. Waiting has become a kind of obsession, turning all my thoughts into smoke.

There are 360 ​​and five days in a year. After you disappeared, I waited for you for 33 years, which is equivalent to waiting for you for twelve thousand and 45 days.

Twelve thousand and 45 days later, instead of you, I waited for another human boy.

The days in the forest will become boring after a long time. It is rare that a human child came. Except for the waiting time, my life finally has a little bit of fun.

Human boys are very useless, they will often fall down when they walk, and when they see monsters, they will cry their eyes into pear blossom faces like girls.

He is not at all as bold as I was back then, nor as lively as I used to be, but I will still play with him patiently.

The boy said he had very few friends, so I was honored to be his childhood playmate.

Only in the summer can the boy come to play at his grandmother's house in the country.

Watching him bouncing down the stone steps, wrestling while running, it can be seen that he is looking forward to seeing me next summer.

Besides waiting for you, now I am waiting for another person.Watching the boy gradually grow from the first grade to the sixth grade, I lamented how quickly time flies.

When I learned to wear a skirt to show my calves, what kind of eyes did you look at me at that time?When I came back to my senses, the boy was showing me a warm smile. Even though he fell into a cat face, his smile was as bright as the sun.

I think of your smile, and my throat is inexplicably choked.

Waiting to turn my miss into ashes, so many years have passed, the passing time has not washed away my love for you, but I still miss you, every time I see the boy's bright smiling face, I will miss you crazily.

I miss you, I want to see you, but I don't know where you are, until the longing of waiting gradually disappears, I lower my head, and see the boy's panicked face, and the steaming heat from the dying body, just like the day you disappeared .

Rescuing the boy who almost fell into the cliff was voluntary. I said sorry to the boy's panicked face. I turned around and looked back, as if I saw you standing behind me again.

I can't wait for another waste of time, let me go back to the beginning of our encounter.

The day I met you back in the forest, I rushed towards you, and you screamed nervously: "You must not touch me!"——

The author has something to say: the Japanese pronunciations of gold and silver are very similar. Some videos translate it into "gold" and some translate it into "silver". I personally wrote it as "silver" because I like Ichimaru silver.

Jin reminds me of Xiaojie's father in the full-time hunter - Kim Fulishi

There were only four people who left a message in the last chapter, so have you already abandoned me? !I cried so much!

55. Who confesses?

When I woke up in the middle of the night, I was in a trance, it was just a dream, but when I touched the pillow, it was wet.

I went out to get a glass of water to drink, but the water in the pot was cold. I was not familiar with the environment of this house, so I searched for a while before I found a tool that can boil water.

It was pitch black outside the window, and it was already late at night, and the air in the mountain village was much colder than in the city at night.

I went back to my room and put on my coat, and saw the wooden box at the foot of the bed. I remembered the dream I had tonight, and my heart became heavy.

I picked up the wooden box and put it on the table in the hall. The key that Xiaobai gave me was in my pocket. I dug it out and opened the wooden box again.

A fox mask, two bathrobes, and a scarf.

After removing the fox mask, there was a silver-gray bathrobe underneath. When I saw it for the first time, I had the urge to cry.

I picked up the gray bathrobe and hugged it in my arms. Unlike the dreams I had before, I had a long, long dream today. In the dream, I became a girl named "Takekawa Hotaru".

The girl met a young ghost named "Silver" in the forest.

From their acquaintance, to their love, to their farewell, I remember every detail clearly, including the girl's feelings for the boy.

The girl's feelings for the boy seem plain, but in fact they are strong enough to burn people, otherwise they wouldn't have waited 33 years after her death.

Others may not know the concept of 33 years, but I know, because in that dream, it seems that I have also been waiting for 33 years.

In the past, fragments of girls would appear intermittently in my dreams, and those fragments were like movies in my dreams, but this time it was different.

This time, along with the feelings of the girl, it was also conveyed to me through the dream.

The strong emotions drowned my senses like a tide, so when I woke up, the whole pillow was wet, and the corners of my eyes were still red and swollen.

"Sister?"

The lights in the hall suddenly turned on. I remembered that I had turned off the lights before. Seeing that it was a young man, I turned around and wiped my face, not wanting him to see my current appearance.

The boiling kettle jumped on time, and I got up to unplug the power. When I came back, the young man was already standing in the hall, his eyes paused on the wooden box, and then looked at my face. I avoided his sight and hurriedly I went to pour myself a cup of hot water. When I picked up the water cup, the soaked glass was too hot, which hurt my hands.