[Comprehensive] Manna's Summer

13# Once the rain fell into the tomb

"I don't know exactly how I died."

Mana reached out to catch the falling white flowers, her water-blue eyes watched quietly, when a gust of wind passed by, she bent her fingers to protect the flowers in her palm, her long hair fluttering in the wind covered her expression, Lu Sheng couldn't see it for a while. Know what kind of eyes she is showing at this moment.The sun shines through the gaps between the flowers and leaves, but there is only Lu Sheng's shadow on the ground.

"When I regained consciousness, it has already become like this. I don't remember what happened the day I died." Raising her hand and brushing her long hair behind her ears, Mana smiled softly, "I saw it in the newspaper later. ...He was hit by a car. I don't know anything else. Why I'm there, I don't know. Who killed me, I don't know. Who tried to kill me, I don't know. The only All I know is... I don't want to die like this."

Mana quietly raised her eyes, she was smiling, but her eyes were melancholy.She repeated that sentence in a very soft voice.

"I don't want to die."

The wind swayed Mana's skirt, she let go of her hand, and let the white flowers in the palm of her hand scatter with the wind, she watched Nuliang Rikusheng quietly, her eyes met the light, showing an unreal color.

"Probably because of this, I will continue to stay in this form." Mana slightly tilted her head, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow, "Now, Mr. Lu Sheng, you have come to tell me this matter specifically for the sake of ...to give me a funeral?"

Send the soul of the dead to where it should go.

Lu Sheng stretched out his hand slowly, and Mana quietly closed her eyes, as if she was waiting for the last moment to come.However, that hand only landed on her cheek in the end.

"Whether there is malice or not, if spirits live with people, they will definitely cause harm to people. Even a ghost like you without any spiritual power is the same." Lu Sheng caressed Mana's face and whispered Her rules that she doesn't know, "Similarly, the anger and turbidity of the world are very harmful to ghosts—especially ghosts with no spiritual power like you. The boundary between life and death cannot be crossed, The worlds of the dead and the living should not invade each other—except in the form of monsters, aliens between life and death."

Mana opened her eyes silently.

Lu Sheng's fingers trembled slightly, a tear slowly slid across Mana's cheek, and fell on his finger, warm and cool.He heard her voice, so soft.

"If I stay...will my family get hurt instead?"

And Lu Sheng could only remain silent, gently hugging her into his arms.

"...I won't hurt you." He leaned against her ear and said softly, "Can you remember the real reason why you stayed in this world, the real wish in your heart."

Because if you just don't want to die... a spirit that harbors such a wish and hates death will become a vengeful spirit without exception.

"What is your real wish?"

But Mana was only at a loss.

"It doesn't matter if you can't remember." Lu Sheng hugged her even tighter, "I will find the truth with you. Who killed you, what happened, and what was your last wish before you died... I'll go find it with you."

"When you find it, you can die."

"So, stop crying."

He gently wiped away her tears with his fingers.

***

"My sister, the nicest person in the world."

Heizi squatted in front of the photo and whispered.

"Unlike me, she can be seen at a glance even in the crowd, shining like the sun."

Vulcan stared at his back silently, not knowing what to say for a moment.I had no choice but to squat down and pat him on the shoulder lightly as a sign of comfort.

"Actually, after my sister passed away, I originally planned to stop playing basketball."

Hei Zizhe said the same thing, and remembered the day when he rushed to the hospital after receiving a call from Huang Lai, only to see the three words "in operation" in blood red above the operating room.Panting, he slumped down on the chair, staring blankly at Kise Ryota whose hands were covered in blood.The other party just stared at his hand in a daze, unable to say a word.It wasn't until Heizi's breathing calmed down that he realized that his hands had been tightly intertwined, until the knuckles turned white.

It was the longest wait of his life.

And what he finally waited for was——

'Sorry, we did our best. '

'The patient lost too much blood and missed the rescue time. '

'I'm so sorry, sorry. '

At that moment, Hei Zizhe felt nothing.

It was a kind of extreme cold numbness, half of the body was cold, empty, empty.Something has been sucked out of the veins, even the mind is frozen.

nothing left.

"From that moment on, I couldn't play basketball."

Until he meets that girl.

His silver-white hair was coiled up, buttoned into a slightly larger French flat hat, an old-fashioned shoulder bag was slung across his shoulders, and he was wearing an old Japanese postal work uniform. This outfit is reminiscent of the postman in early movies.At the same time, in her hand, she held a long cane that was taller than her.

The girl's voice was clear and transparent, but without any emotion.

"Are you Kuroko Tetsuya?" she asked.

After getting an affirmative answer, the girl handed over a letter.The white envelope had a black postage stamp and was sealed with black beeswax.

"I'm here to deliver the letter, and the other party named it to Kuroko Mana's younger brother."

"……what is this?"

Hei Zizhe also quietly looked at the strange letter, not intending to reach out to take it.The girl was silent for a moment, watched him quietly and said the answer.

"Houwen, a letter from the afterlife. The last message left by the deceased. A letter from your sister, Kuroko Mana."

"Please don't make such jokes." Heizi Tetsuya's voice was still calm, but revealed suppressed anger, "Please don't use the reputation of the dead to play your so-called supernatural games."

"Why don't you believe it!" The third person's voice suddenly came out, "That is really a letter from your sister!"

In the corner where there were only the two of them, a third person's voice suddenly appeared, and the cane held by the girl jumped out by itself, and knocked on the ground twice in dissatisfaction.Gemstones shone like human eyes.

"Kanaka." The girl looked at the cane blankly, "Shut up."

Hei Zizhe also quietly looked at the two people in front of him—no, one person and one stick.After a while, he nodded slightly, and took the letter from the girl's hand.

"Wait, do you believe this?!" Cane exclaimed.

Heizi said lightly: "There is no reason not to believe it. There is no one around me who can make such a cane that can speak human language to tease me."

"Why are you so calm?!"

"Kanaka, be quiet."

"Woo... why are you so fierce, Wen Jia!"

"..."

After Heizi opened the envelope, he was stunned—there was only a key and a piece of paper with a series of numbers written in the envelope.

"Is this the only letter my sister sent me?"

The cane tilted in front of him, as if reading the letter. The girl called Wenjia looked down at the key, a little surprised.

"This is... the key to the bank safe?"

They finally found the bank with the key and the string of numbers and opened the safe.

There is only one well-packed gift box in the safe.Opening the gift box, inside is a pair of sneakers with a white background and blue lines. asics brand.Brand new sneakers and a letter together.Heizi moved his fingers, and then slowly took out the letter.

"Dear Ash:

Happy 15th birthday.

I have always thought that Ah Zhe looks the most handsome when he plays basketball.You, who sweated and sweated for my dream, allowed me to straighten my waist and tell anyone, look, that is my proudest brother.

Ah Zhe likes basketball very much, so please don't give up.In the days when you gave up basketball, I never once saw you smile.If playing basketball makes you feel miserable, then why can't you even laugh when you give up basketball?Giving up is more painful than continuing, right?

I have no choice but to persuade you.

But I know that my brother likes basketball so much, only by continuing to play basketball can you be happy.

What you insist on is definitely not the wrong thing.

Come on, Azhe.Do what you want.Then, show me that smile again—when you ran up to me with a basketball in your arms when you were ten years old, and said to me, 'Sister, I want to play basketball, I like basketball', that smile.

——by. Your sister, Mana

January 9"

That is, the letter written by my sister six days before her death.

At that time, she hadn't encountered everything that followed, she hadn't been hurt, betrayed, abandoned, or... died.

At that time, what she was most worried about was that she, who quit the basketball team after the national competition and never touched basketball again, has never recovered from it.

And after death, she still...desperately wanted to convey this heart to him.

Tears fell drop by drop on the letter paper, Hei Zizhe also squatted down, and finally wept silently.Wen Jia stood not far away and watched him quietly, and it took a long time before he opened his mouth.

"Your sister, I hope that I will deliver this letter to you on your birthday. It seems that what she wanted to convey has already reached you. Then, I will take my leave first." Before turning to go out, she turned her head Glancing at him, "...please do your best. The dead are gone, even if it's for the dead, please live well."

Heizi's voice was low, coming from between the crook of his arms.

"...If you can, please send a happy birthday to my sister and me."

It's also her birthday.

Can no longer get past the 15-year-old, his sister.

The twin sister who was born into this world on this day with him, but could never celebrate her birthday again.

"……I will."