I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 244 It’s Him (Part )

"Because I like him. Actually, the master who first introduced me to the sect was an old student," the girl said, casually opening a folding fan in her hand, hooking her legs and lowering her neck, taking a stance, and singing in a hoarse voice, "I am like a bird in a cage that can't spread its wings, I am like a tiger away from the mountains and feeling lonely. I am like a south-migrating goose that has lost its flock and scattered, I am like a shallow-water dragon trapped on the beach for a long time..."

Although she is a bright and beautiful girl, her voice is extremely heavy, and there are just the right pauses and breaks in her singing. Her face flickers behind the folding fan, and her originally lively eyes are filled with a heavy sense of decadence. With every move she makes, she reveals a desolate and old look.

The girl was so absorbed in singing that she didn't notice that the audience had turned pale, their lips were tightly shut, and their bodies were shaking and trembling.

The girl was originally in high spirits, and she picked up a piece of lyrics from Si Lang Visiting His Mother to tease the man. Seeing this, her face changed and she quickly fell silent. She didn't know what happened, and instinctively ran over to support the man, but was pushed away. The force was so strong that she was unprepared, and she stumbled a few steps and fell to the ground. Although the girl was naive, she was not stupid. She knew that this man was all-powerful in the business world and would not be a gentle person. It's just that she had never seen him lose control. At this moment, facing such a violent look, she retreated.

"Don't sing it again!"

The man looked at the flickering eyes on the other side, and anger surged in his heart. He flicked his sleeves and strode away, but a greater sense of fear seized him and pinned his steps. The man was unable to leave the yard after all. He flicked his sleeves again, turned back to the house, helped the girl up, and hugged her waist with extreme tenderness but firmness. He lowered his head, which had been held high, and gently rested it on the girl's shoulder.

"Don't sing again." The same words, but in a soft, sighing tone, full of apology and request.

The girl didn't ask why, but she never sang any other opera tunes other than the role of a female warrior after that. The man had been waiting for her to bring up what happened that day. He wanted her to ask about it, so that he could convince himself and share with her the lonely waiting in countless reincarnations - telling her how brave, persistent and great she had been, that she had moved the heavens to resurrect a dead person, and how he felt guilty and loved her, that he would never tire of it, day and night, and that he would never leave her without her.

But the girl never asked, and even Qin Jian thought she had forgotten everything that happened that day. Unexpectedly, when the song ended and everyone left, she lay in the man's arms and asked in the most humble voice: "For so many years, I have always wanted to ask, when you were looking at me, you were actually looking at someone else, right? Is she... the old woman singer?"

She didn't have the courage to wait for an answer, and her life ended in the air along with a tear from the corner of her eye. It turned out that even after spending their lives together, they still missed each other in the end.

The man heard the whistling wind. He lowered his head and saw that there was only an empty hole where his heart should have been, and sadness passed through it easily.

The person I love has always been you, it has always been you, it is you who forgot.

Originally he thought all he wanted was to be together for life, but he was entangled in too many reincarnations. He didn't want to lose the person next to him, he didn't want to experience death over and over again, he didn't want to be the only one in the world who had to remember, remember that she had loved him so much, loved him to the point of reversing life and death, loved him to the point of reshaping the world, loved him to the point that even all the gods and Buddhas in the sky were powerless, why should she forget.

Why me? Why am I the one who survived? I am the one who fell into the endless search, but you are the one who forgot everything! After meeting and parting again and again, the man returned to the starting point and shouted at the bronze mirror. In his anger, unwillingness and fear, he gave birth to delusions.

"Why not give her to me?"

"Who, who is talking!" A sound suddenly came from the silent ancient temple. The man was startled and turned around to look around, but there was no one.

"It's me, I'm here."

The man found the source of the sound and looked at the bronze mirror on the Buddhist altar in disbelief.

"Why, you traveled among the ancient artifacts and collected so many spiritual tools, but you have no confidence in the things you made with your own hands?" The bronze mirror's voice was teasing. The man regained his former calmness, looked at the face in the mirror that was also staring at him, and said slowly: "I didn't expect that you actually gained humanity."

"It's better to say that you first gained the Mirror Frame through me, and then I learned human nature through you. Since the two of us are already tied together, perhaps I can help you get rid of it and get out of your current predicament."

"Oh, a talking mirror, I don't know how you can help me."

"When you find her again, give her to me."

"for you?"

"Yes, or rather, let us become one. I can live forever, but I am trapped on a mirror, and she has a free and lively body, but she can only live for a hundred years. Let us become one, learn from each other's strengths and make up for each other's weaknesses, and stay by your side forever, isn't that good?"

"Then who accompanies me in this world, is it her or you?"

"Is it important?" The mirror seemed to have expected this question and answered calmly, "The washerwoman, the cook, or the swordsman you met later, are they really the same as before?"

The man's index finger twitched almost imperceptibly, then he picked up the bronze mirror, turned it face down, and closed it on the Buddhist altar. His movements were orderly, but his heart was confused. The girl's last words echoed in his ears again - for so many years, I always wanted to ask, when you look at me, you are actually looking at someone else.

The man fled from the ancient temple without going into the Mirror Area.

Qin Jian closed his eyes, the ink was still changing, and the scenes of his past flashed by one after another, but he didn't need to look at them anymore. Everything was cyclical, and the past could not withstand scrutiny. He remembered all the lost memories. It was him, he himself gave up all the memories of them, right here in this ancient temple.

That was his inner demon. Once he heard what the mirror said, he could no longer erase the doubt and desire from his heart. After hesitating and struggling for a long time, he returned to the ancient temple. He thought, I just went back to take a look, not for the mirror. But the moment he caught a glimpse of the mirror, he wavered again. He thought, this is the most important place for me and her, we often come here, instead of traveling every time, I should open the mirror door leading here - not for this mirror.

Thinking this way, he walked towards the altar. The moment the mirror was exposed to the light of day, he regretted it. However, he failed to close the mirror. He heard the mirror's urgent cry, "Wait, I can help you find her."

A sharp bird cry cut through the damp spring night. Qin Jian's usually steady hands trembled twice. He listened to the sound of flapping wings coming from far away and then gradually disappearing. He finally stood the mirror up.

"How are you going to find it?"

"Don't forget, I am the mirror. You can enter and exit the mirror realm because of my eyes. I can see every corner of this world."

"Then she..." Qin Jian heard his voice tremble, but couldn't help asking, "Where is she now?"