My Boss, the White-haired Nun

There are many things in Gong Minghui. He was born in China, traveled around the world, and finally contributed to the West.For more than a hundred years, he has learned various skills, either for some purpose at the time, or just for a whim.

He is a very contradictory person, which is also reflected in his behavior style.In his daily life, he appears to be very casual and willful, but he is also the most sinister strategist in Europe, with cunning tactics and sinister arrangements.

Probably a character loved by friends but hated by enemies.

perhaps……

If it wasn't for him, he wouldn't have any friends.

Gong Ming is wearing a black haori today, the style is simple so it looks extraordinarily clean.A head of long red hair was casually tied behind his head with a black headband, and sideburns on both sides fell from his cheeks, shaking constantly with his movements.There is a kind of meaning that Chinese literati call romantic.

His eyes were always closed, and his long and dense eyelashes trembled slightly in the breeze.But even with his eyes closed, he can clearly and precisely press every string that needs to be pressed.The plain white and slender index finger with well-defined joints constantly pressed on the strings, catching, twisting, picking, and plucking, with skillful movements.It seems that it has been repeated countless times in the bottom of my heart.

He is the luthier tonight, and Yae Sakura is the dancer tonight. This is a ceremony for two people, in order to welcome their long-prepared... ending.

"Ding--"

At the end of the prelude, his fingers dancing on the strings like flying swallows flickering back and forth suddenly stopped, and his hands were still hovering in mid-air as they had done a second ago.The string that was plucked last was still trembling slightly, pulling out subtle afterimages and sending out a continuous aftertaste.

next moment.

"clang--"

"clang--"

"clang--"

A thick and steady voice came from the Tianshou Pavilion across the barrier of space. The ancient bell standing on the top of the Tianshou Pavilion, which had been silent for a long time, was rung, and the sound spread from an origin like the wind. all over the space.

Also opened the curtain.

Barefoot, Yae Sakura walked up to the altar with solemn steps, holding a black box in her hand.

At the same time, Gong Ming's piano sounded again.

At this time, he changed the tune. If his previous performance was just talking about some elegant things about mountains and rivers, then now this tune exudes a solemn and solemn meaning from the very beginning.It seems that something that has been dusty for a long time is about to be awakened. Believers kneel down like mountains and seas, singing praises for the return of the gods.

Yae Sakura placed the black box on the incense table, took a few steps back to create a distance, and then unfolded her figure.Like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, a phoenix raises its head and makes a high pitched voice.

She starts dancing.

Her white and tender feet stepped on the cold bluestone of the altar, and her long sleeves danced and turned into phantoms, like floating clouds.Her fingers are light white and delicate, in the light of the flickering lights, they are like beautiful jade buried in a treasure chest for many years.Her jade neck is half slender like a swan, her waist is slender, and the long legs under the skirt are well-proportioned.On the altar, it seems to be the most precious sacrifice offered by humans to the gods.

Her figure constantly changes, or walks, or jumps.Or frown or laugh.The dance that looks like a god walking out of the mural is breathtakingly beautiful.

This set of dances has been passed down in Yae's shrine for hundreds of years, but no one can dance with such extreme beauty whether it is a thousand years ago or a thousand years in the future.It is reminiscent of the lights of Wanjia in the dark and silent night, and the fireworks blooming in the vast sea and sky.

Only her, and only her.Just like the person who designed this dance hundreds of years ago had eyes that spanned time, and saw that there would be such a creature performing this dance today, and then recorded the dance posture like an oracle, and it has been passed down to this day .

It is a beauty that cannot be described in words, and even pictures cannot describe what happens. It is a splendor that blooms and withers in a ten-thousandth of a second. It is a dance that only exists in gods in legends.

Gong Ming's performance was still going on.

After a soothing prelude, the tune began to become melodious and slow, moving towards the center of the story.

In meditation, he counted his life in detail.

He thought that he was born in that dark and quiet sea area, and woke up in the abyss under [-] meters.The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes to the world was the dead zone where no light could come, and the first emotion he felt was the despair that seemed to pour the whole world down.

He thought of the girl he had seen in the past, who was chic, unrestrained, generous, and cursive, regardless of cold or heat.Reminds me of the volume of "The Fragrance of Returning to Life".At that time, the two chanted poems, drank wine, talked and laughed, and talked about Zen all day long.

He thought of the book in her arms, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

That year, he followed his adoptive father's surname Zhang, and his own name was Liping.

He thought of the girl who liked to dance on the city of the setting sun, which the locals called Fujinyang, which was regarded as an extremely ominous disaster.That girl who can only smile clumsily but is regarded as a ghost by the people around her.The girl who would seriously remind people around her not to call her by her title but by her nickname over and over again.

"Hey, it's not [Diandian]. It's [Chacha]!"

"It's Chacha, it's Chacha, it's Chacha..."

He thought of the girl standing under the cherry tree, waving the hammer exaggeratedly, clamoring to give him back the best knife in the world.

He thought of the girl who fled the front line due to bloodsickness and knelt down in front of her door to ask him to teach her medical skills.

Later, the girl stood in front of the ambulance platform with a humble and firm gaze.

"This is my front line."

……

The night gradually deepened, and the candlelight in the lantern flickered, flickered, flickering, as if it would be extinguished in the next second.

However, no one in the field cared about such a thing.Gong Ming still closed his eyes, and the sound of the piano continued.Yae Sakura is still finishing my dance, and in the soft singing of the strings, time seems to stop, blending with the night, as if immersed in a dream that any soul is fascinated by.

Inky mist overflowed from the suspended black box. This time, no one would stop it. It laughed wildly in the void, making a ferocious sound that didn't actually exist.It seems that there are countless dark sickle weasels screaming and flying wantonly in a world where reality and fantasy are mixed, spreading monsters and despair.

The black air envelops the Yae Sakura, as if from an incomparably long history, even longer than Gong Ming's life of more than a hundred years, from a long-forgotten memory, from a time that has been buried The nightmare that broke out of the cage roared in the flesh and blood!

In Yae's mind, her life began to replay like a revolving lantern, not from front to back, but from back to front, tracing back in memory as if trying to dig out something that had long been buried in time. !

She dances here now.

Just now Gong Ming was putting on makeup for her.

I was making final preparations with Karen yesterday.

A few days ago, I negotiated with the villagers and agreed on the date of the ceremony.