Fairy Tale of Brothers War

Xia Yang is warm and the clouds follow the wind.When Ema woke up from the hospital bed, the weather outside was just right, the sun was warm, the wind was very light, and the air seemed to have the fresh and peaceful smell of wisteria.

She turned her shy eyes, her face was still bleeding and pale, "Where's the child? How is my child?"

The little nurse standing by the side quickly came over and held Ema who was about to get up, and smiled, "The child is fine, someone has already taken it to clean and check, and will be back soon." Speaking of this, she couldn't help but admire, "It's a The girl doll carved in powder and jade, with big eyes twinkling, is extremely cute."

Hearing that her child was praised, Ema also smiled, and looked around, only to find that no one she knew was there, "Huh? Where's my family? Have you seen it?"

The little nurse also shrugged strangely, "It seems that someone answered the phone just now, and then a group of people left in a hurry, and they don't know what happened. But your husband accompanied the baby for a checkup, and it should be soon return."

"Well, that's it." Ema was a little disappointed, raised her hand to look at her palm, and said dully, "I...have I slept for a long time?"

"Well..." The little nurse thought for a while and shook her head, "It hasn't been long, it's less than three hours, you should take a good rest, I heard from the doctor that you bled a lot at that time, you gave us all I was terrified, but fortunately, the mother and child are safe now, probably the gods are protecting them..."

From waking up some time ago to now, there are always various people around her. They say they are her family and friends.She can't remember very well.The memory is always vague, she only remembers her lover - Asahina Subaru, and her mother Asahina Miwa, as for the others, they said they were her relatives, and she believed it.But for some reason, the face of that day became blurred when we met again the next day. Those people treated her very well and introduced themselves to her over and over again, although she still remembered wrongly many times.

The little nurse next to her was chattering about something Ema wasn't listening, "Why do I feel like I've been asleep for a long, long time?" Her head was still dizzy and hurting, "I seem to have forgotten something..."

She turned her head and looked at the blue sky outside the window, the endless blue, as clean as if washed by tears,

forgot something...

Obviously it is so important...

It was an endless sea of ​​flowers, and the color of wisteria, like smoke and dreams, spread to the end of the world.The tiny double-petaled flowers gather into clusters, glowing with white light.When the wind picked up, it shattered a tree and scattered its flowers, forming a rain of wisteria flowers flying all over the sky.

Eili felt that she seemed to be dreaming again.

She stretched out her hand and caught a petal, which was small and seemed to be lavender in color.There seems to be such a sea of ​​wisteria flowers in my memory - such a suffocating beauty.But why is it wisteria?For a long time, she has always thought that her love and her life are like a lonely bellflower, a hopeless love, and a lonely coldness.

"You came?"

The voice came from nowhere, leisurely, like a clear greeting floating in the sky, or like a whisper whispering in the ear.

She nodded, leaning against the trunk of the wisteria, looking up at the blue sky outside the window, the endless blue, as clean as if washed by tears.

"If there is an afterlife, what do you want your own afterlife to be like?" The voice spoke again, asking her some strange-sounding questions.

A trace of emotion flashed in her eyes, and at the end, she looked at her hands, "Afterlife? Is that so? I'm already dead."

It was very quiet, and the clear song came from nowhere, faint and indistinct.She took a breath, looked up at the sky, and after a while, said slowly: "I hope to be the person he likes in my next life." The wind passed, like a rain of lavender petals, falling on her one after another. On her hair, on her shoulders, "...and then, I don't like him." She leaned against the tree trunk behind her and smiled, "It's very childish, isn't it?"

No one responded, and she didn't care. She changed a comfortable position, lay down on her back, and looked at the sky covered by wisteria with only dots of stars exposed, "Today's sky is blue." She smiled. Looking at the sky, he slowly closed his eyes, "It's so beautiful."

The huge wisteria waterfall was swayed by the wind, as if it was really flowing. She felt as if she was submerged in it, and her breath also carried the tranquil fragrance of flowers.

The wind passed.In the rain of wisteria flowers, a little girl in plain clothes was lying quietly under the tree. Eri spread her palm to catch a falling petal of wisteria, and blew gently. The small petals Fly, float, float, float...

She raised her head and looked at the wisterias all over the sky with a smile, "The wisterias are so beautiful."

Pushing open the window, the golden sunlight came in, bringing with it a warm and soft breeze.Ema stood in front of the window sill, took a deep breath, a little purple suddenly appeared in her vision, she spread her hand, and a small lavender petal floated in her palm: she suddenly smiled , feeling generally:

"The wisteria is so beautiful."

……

"My daughter... did she say anything before she left?"

Rintaro grabbed the doctor's sleeve, he seemed to have aged a lot, but his voice was trembling.

The attending doctor looked coldly at the people gathered around the ward, and said in a flat voice, without any emotion, "She asked me to tell you, don't be sad."

"No, no, there must be something wrong!" Meihe rushed up and grabbed the doctor's collar, her eye circles were all red, and she staggered and almost fell, "There must be something else, why did she die suddenly? Is it gone? Obviously I came to see her yesterday, she was still fine, she was still talking to me, she called me mother with a smile, why... why..."

After all, she didn't continue speaking, she shook her body violently and knelt on the ground.

In the face of death and loss, sighing and sighing will appear pale, and sympathy is even more useless.This truth is clearly understood, but in many cases, not everyone is so sensible.

The dead have always been dead.Those who are alive will continue to live.