It's Very Easy to Fill in Next Time

The young man saw the little girl wearing a snow-white kimono, walking under the moonlight, like a pure white elf in the snow.

She waved at him with a sweet smile, holding the familiar food box in her hand.

"I really want to taste the taste of rice balls again."

"I really want to see you in a white kimono again."

"I fell in love with you 20 years ago...it's hopeless."

"The grace of a meal."

"In the next life, report again."

The breath was cut off, the young man closed his eyes, and with regrets that he could not repay, he died in the arms of his best friend and by his own knife.

……

Bai Wei opened his eyes and woke up from the illusory real memories, which may be the case in a dream.

He looked at his palm, standing in the snow, he could see his dead self when he looked down.

"It's me...and it's not me..."

The young man's fingertips were trembling slightly, and countless inexplicable emotions rolled and overlapped in his heart.

"This is... obsession..."

It is the obsession to live, the kindness of a meal that cannot be repaid, and the regret that cannot be seen again in a lifetime.

This is human obsession. In this life, he never saw that girl again until he died.

Even if you are used to looking at the past, it is difficult to bear and digest the burden and emotion of these memories in an instant.

He sat on the snow with difficulty, closed his eyes, and hovered in the depths of his soul was still the girl in white kimono.

can't forget...

Never forget it for a lifetime.

I don't want to forget it in the next life, and the strong obsession is engraved into a dead knot, like scars and brand marks, which have not dissipated even a little over the long years.

After sitting quietly for a long time, Bai Wei finally calmed down the sadness in his heart.

He looked at the bones in the snow, his own memory should end here, but it seems that this long memory has not ended yet?

Next, whose memory is it?

……

Zuobei hugged the young man's body and looked up until his tears dried up.

He did come back.

He kept the promise.

But who would want such a result?Waiting for ten years, and waiting for such a result?

It's so sad...

The agreement came to an end.

He buried the young man in a bamboo forest and sat there for three days in front of the grave.

Then he pulled out the Tengu Kiri and swung the knife frantically, the lights and swords in front of the lonely grave, as if this was the only way to make him forget the pain.

……

Another winter day.

Yagyu Sabei is still alone.

His younger sister already had three children, one of whom was adopted by him and became the eldest son of the Yagyu family.

He didn't want to worry about these things, and his parents did it all for him.

One day by chance, the mother asked the servant to clean the room, and found an old box, which contained a food box and a beautiful snow-white kimono.

He took the box, found his sister Chiyo, and asked if her things had been misplaced.

My sister said no.

He didn't care, so he planned to throw away these sundries directly.

When he was walking halfway, his mother saw him and stopped him. His mother carefully folded the kimono and said with a sigh that this kimono belonged to him.

"It's been so many years, you should let it go and return to your own identity... Xue Chiyo..."

His mother called him by his baby name.

Zuobei stared at the kimono and remained silent for a long time.

He was a woman, but he chose to live like a man. The Yagyu family needed an heir, and he was the eldest daughter, who changed from Yukichiyo to Zuobei, and his younger sister also changed from Zaichiyo to Chiyo.

It is impossible to change gender, but Gongqing's family has a lot of ways to hide gender. There are tengu in the mountains and raccoons in the wilderness, and the latter are good at illusion.

When she was ten years old, she exchanged her voice for the resident illusion to hide her gender, and she forgot that she was a woman many years ago.

Because of this, the memories of before the age of ten have become ambiguous. If you can't fool yourself, how can you fool others?

Now that he was called out by his mother, he suddenly realized that it seemed to be true.

The old man babbled: "These are things from your childhood. When you were young, you didn't like to eat balls and always complained of hunger, so I asked someone to make a food box for you to take with you. When you are hungry, you can eat two bites and put it in the box." You can't even see it in the sleeves."

Zuobei picked up the small snow-white kimono and looked at the food box in his hand. For a moment, his thoughts drifted back to the distant past, and many hazy memories of his childhood flooded in like a flood.

She remembered that when she was a child, she loved to wear kimonos to walk around the streets. She would sneak out of the house when it snowed. There was always a rice ball and some snacks in the food box. She remembered that it was also a snowy day that year. , she walked through the streets and alleys, and saw a group of vicious dogs surrounding a frozen beggar...

She grabbed the sleeve suddenly, her forehead was hot, and the dusty past was like snow that had accumulated for decades, and finally it couldn't bear it and collapsed, an avalanche of memories was coming.

"召し上がってく." (Please eat)

"ゆっくり食べる..." (eat slowly)

"Hush..." (don't say I've been here)

Memories are connected into threads, like ripples, setting off monstrous waves.

He thought of the young man who once had a drink with the moon, and a question that he still didn't understand.

"Why do you care so much about Chiyo? The one-sided meeting made you remember ten years? She was still a child of seven or eight years old, right?"

Xue Chiyo's eyes were in a trance, and he suddenly recalled the young man's free and easy smile and the last words he muttered while looking at the snow.

"The grace of a meal."

"Report in the next life."

She fell to her knees, covering her mouth with her hands, her stomach convulsed, and she vomited rice balls mixed with gastric juice.

Xue Qian's expression was twisted in pain, and with a vague and hoarse sound, it seemed that she was vomiting her soul.

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A long dream.

In the early morning, the sun was just right, shining in the room, and the floor reflected light brightly.

Bai Wei opened his eyes, let out a foul breath slowly, and unknowingly sat in the tea room all night.

There is no medicine for regret in the world, and time cannot flow backwards easily. The events of the previous life are the events of the previous life after all, and the memory traces left by those who have survived can only be spread in the scenes of dreams.

But now it is difficult for him to break free from the scene of that memory.

The symptoms were far worse than the last time I read Jinguji Saki's past memories.

Even if the memory is his own, too strong obsessions and emotions may completely rewrite Bai Wei's existing personality.

Fortunately, the emperor's will is tenacious and has not been catalyzed. His current personality is like a huge reservoir, which intercepts the rushing river water, settles down, slowly digests, and discharges excess sediment. Leave only the pure water and become a part of yourself.

If it is true that he died in the bamboo forest under the snowy night, Bai Wei may not be able to resolve this depression and worry.

Fortunately, this is not the case.

Obsession guided him to find the direction to break free, and also gave him an answer to the past.

Bai Wei opened his eyes and saw a young man wearing a fox mask sitting on the other end of the table and chair, his outline was blurred like an afterimage.

He rested his cheeks, sat up and down, and sighed softly.

"Zuobei, that is Yuki Chiyo, that girl from back then..."

"Really, I didn't think of this possibility at all."

"If you think about it carefully, if his temper is a girl, it would be quite normal."

"Hahaha... I really wonder if I'm blind, I don't have the face to laugh at the Knights of the Round Table."

"So back then in Rashomon, what he wanted to say was actually this sentence."

The young man patted his knees, annoyed and angry, out of breath.

He said to Bai Wei: "Where can I go to reason? Oh, I'm so angry."

Bai Wei laughed and said, "Isn't it pretty good?"

The young man paused, narrowed his eyes, and laughed again, even tears. He rubbed the corners of his eyes, and all the knots in his heart that had been difficult to solve for too long, all dissipated in a loud laugh: "It's pretty good."

"Have you repaid your favor?"

"It's over."

"Have you figured it out?"

"The idea is clear."

"That's good." Bai Wei poured out a cup of cold tea, and quietly took a sip.

"I'll leave the rest to you, another me." The young man took off the fox face and put it on the table: "Take it..."

"Yes yes yes." Bai Wei smiled slightly: "If you don't tell me, I will take them all away. What's yours is mine."

"I know what you're going to do, so save it, the remaining fragments are not enough to squander a few times."

"It's not squandering, it's just treating diseases and saving people."

"It's really nice to speak, it doesn't look like me at all..." The young man warned: "Hi Yuki Chiyo."