Yuanshen, as a mortal, I cannot accompany you to the end

Nonsensical words.

Listening to his almost murmured words, the lady pursed her lips lightly.

But he was dying.

The lady could feel the remaining breath of life fading quickly in the young man's body. The reason why he is still able to speak and move is probably just because of the 'reflection of light' that's all.

The boy has lost everything except the little time left.

At the end of his life, what does he want to do with this time?

The lady is a little curious.

He slowly stood up, his body was very slow, behind was a flat rock, he used it to support his body so that he would not fall down, he faced the sea, paused, and waved to Yuan Fang.

Sure enough, everything was as expected by the lady.

The harp of the sky.

The wind held up the harp of the sky and lowered it to his hand.

Ladies are ready to go.

She will not forget her business.

The eyes under the crimson eye shadow are icy cold. She looks down on all this calmly and indifferently. The ice element slowly gathers in her palm. As long as Namond Fengshen appears on the beach, she will launch a surprise attack and take away the gods. heart.

Time passed slowly.The sun is rising higher and higher, and the coast is getting brighter and brighter. The life of the young man is already a stranger.

To the lady's surprise——

The boy did nothing.

Qingye Fengyin gently closed his eyes, he leaned on the reef, seemed to recall many things from the past, the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling, with a smile on his face, the sea breeze blew over his body, he did nothing, he Just plucked the strings lightly.

At the end of life, no resentment no hatred, he is even smiling

, despite being exhausted, the boy still loves the world.

Love the sunrise, love Mond, love the sea.

He just wants to sing about them.

"..what." The lady said softly.

The melody of the song is both familiar and unfamiliar. It comes from the depths of the soul, from the small wooden box sealed in the ruins of memory. The wooden box is full of dust and thick spider webs, but those notes are hidden in the small wooden box. in the box.

Renli once said that human beings are very strange, and some senses of touch will never be forgotten, such as taste and sound.

Far away in a foreign land, when I eat the dishes of my hometown, I think of my childhood, I think of the big locust tree at the entrance of the alley, I think of the cherry blossoms at the entrance of the village, and when I hear the accent, I think of old friends one after another. Memory is really a magical thing. .

No matter how you forget, how you bury, how you leave, even if you are not you, you will never change your taste, you will never forget your accent, you will always miss that person deeply.

"The wind from the west will take away the aroma of wine"

A rainy night at Fruit Wine Lake.

The strings of the qin in the sky are melodious and quiet, as light as the wind. The warm spring breeze blows through the streets of Mond, blows through the dandelions in the evening, and blows through many, many times. The blond boy smiled looking at her:

"It's a beautiful song. Is it the rainy night at Fruit Wine Lake?" These were the first words the boy said to the girl.

"The wind in the mountains brings tidings of triumph"

"If you have any troubles, you can talk to me. It is the duty of a knight to share your worries with a lady."

【The distant wind touches my heart】

"And you, Rustan, ma'am?"

【Singing rustling my miss for you】

"Why are you pinching me again?"

[These scars have longed for your tender caress. 】

"But I'm not joking"

- "I want to hold your hand."

【Disturbing my morning dream, you have quietly left. 】

"Has the ceremony been packed?"

"Okay, okay, I will definitely write to you."

【Your breath is as sweet and sour as berries, and as fragrant as lilacs】

"Give it to you."

"Water clock, the time it takes to complete a week is equal to the time for your advanced studies in the teaching academy. When the water clock is completely finished, I will be able to see you."

[On a rainy night in Fruit Wine Lake, I would like to follow the wolf into the storm. 】

"Dear Ms. Rosalind, hello."

-

The song is over.

That song stopped.

The wind also died down.

The sun has also risen, the sun is overwhelming the world, and spring has come.

The lady didn't even realize that the wind had stopped. She paused, and subconsciously stroked the mask on her forehead. The cold touch brought her back to her senses, and the scar under the mask gave off a faint tingling pain, which was similar to burning. pain.

She didn't know what was wrong with herself.

It's just that her heart was suddenly empty, but she didn't know why it was empty. She seemed to have missed something very important, but she didn't know what it was, but she just had an inexplicable illusion.

One thing, she was absent again.

When she came to her senses,

That boy was dead, in the place where the sun was the brightest.

But he wasn't in pain, and there seemed to be a smile on his lips, because he didn't die alone.

That magical beast—the Wind Demon Dragon, was by his side, watching the young man sadly and tenderly, and listening to the young man's singing quietly.

Until the wind stopped, the boy couldn't move the string anymore, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The dragon lowered its slender neck, and gently rubbed the boy's cheek with its tentacles, as if he wanted the boy to wake up, as if he wanted the boy to continue playing with him, but Qingye Fengyin couldn't do it anymore.

So the dragon whined, like a kitten meowing around a friend, and it never got a response.

Sad and lonely in its eyes, it finally licked the boy's cheek, flapped its wings, and flew away.

Qingye Fengyin died.

The last friend left him, and he leaned against the rock alone, and the wind died down.

The lady suddenly wanted to see him. This emotion was strange and sudden, and it was even more inexplicable. It was only a knight of Mond who died, just a stranger. Thousands of strangers die every day. Why? What should I care about?

Women are rational [executives].

For the Executive, for the Fools, for the Lady, 'reason' is everything, the law by which she lives.

Reason can easily suppress inexplicable emotions, or in other words, the ice bestowed by the queen not only froze the flame in her heart, but also froze her heart.

The 'fish' is about to take the bait.

Although the process developed beyond the lady's expectations, the result was correct.

Barbatos is coming.

The lady has already felt the breath of the wind, and the wind is getting closer and closer to the coast.

She was urging Qian Feng to hurry, and it could be seen that she was in a hurry, which was why her tracks were exposed.

Mond Aeolus, Barbatos.

That useless god.

The lady saw her again.

It was you.

The troubadour I saw in the square that day.

Her emerald eyes trembled, thin sweat lay on her forehead, her chest rose and fell slightly, and she was panting lightly. The girl was anxious and confused. She obviously saw the wild wind singing on the beach. The speed is very fast, but it gradually slows down, and at the end, it almost stops.

You are late again, Barbatos, your knight has died before you again, and there is nothing you can do.

The lady felt joy in her heart, but under the joy, her heart throbbed inexplicably, and she didn't know the source of this throbbing feeling.

In a dark place that no one could notice, the lady watched all this, waiting for the right time, with the face of Barbatos reflected in her pale blue eyes.

Qingye Fengyin seemed to write her a letter at last, using tree branches.

The letter on the sand was too far away from the lady, and the handwriting was too vague to read.

Mond Fengshen was obviously reading the letter.

"Fool."

...

"Because I'm afraid I'll forget you."

The orange sun shone on the back of Mond Fengshen, and she lowered her head.

"Fool."

"Fool."

"I want..."

...

"I want to go see it with you."

...

"This is our dream."

She was muttering to herself.

The lady paused after listening to her words.

The Fengshen seemed very sad.

The lady can feel that Fengshen's heart is shaking, just like this restless sea breeze.

Is that boy so important to her?

dream...

The lady clicked her tongue slightly.

Now is not the best time, and we have to wait...the moment when Fengshen is most vulnerable.

Now is not the time to start.

Her heart is clear, and all unnecessary emotions have been ruled out. It is as calm and cold as an ice cave thousands of miles deep. Only in the most calm state can a lady guarantee a hit. The calmer her heart becomes, she has forgotten the fruit wine lake. On a rainy night, I forgot the agreement on the square, forgot those letters, and threw away all mixed emotions.

She's going to move on, she has to move on.

Only the target remained in the lady's eyes.

All that's left is the heart.

The sun is getting higher and higher, the sky is getting brighter, the flowers are in full bloom, and the thin waves are chasing the dandelions. Time is slowly passing by, and the wind god of Mond has been lowering his head. Suddenly, the silence is broken. She doesn't know who to ask road:

"Hey."

"I want to help him... like last time, the next life."

What's the meaning.

The lady was startled.

What's the meaning...

Who is she talking to?