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

"Grilled fish~"

"Fresh large apples, fifty moras a catty."

"Candied haws, candied haws from Liyue City!"

The peddler yelled at the top of his voice. His shop was a food stall with a wide variety of food.

He recently learned a craft, which is to make rock candied haws: put two spoonfuls of rock sugar in the stove to thicken the syrup, boil it on high heat until a light golden viscous liquid appears, pour it on the hawthorn fruit, and use a bamboo stick dress well.

Time has been changing again and again, and the vicissitudes of life have passed, but hundreds of years have passed, and the craftsmanship of making candied haws has not changed.

The candied haws made here are sweet but not greasy, crisp and delicious. They have the fragrance of fruit and the smoothness of syrup. In addition, the candied haws are very beautiful, so they are quite popular with young couples. Those little girls like to pull Holding the corner of her boyfriend's clothes, she asked him to buy a bunch of candied haws, eating sweetly and smiling sweetly.

For example, in front of his current shop, there are several couples queuing up.

"Excuse me, is it delicious?"

The peddler raised his head and asked nervously.

It was a very luxurious and tall lady.

The dark skirt dragged on the long steps, revealing her slender and slender legs faintly. She was wearing a crimson mask, which made it difficult to see her face clearly, and her eye shadow was also crimson.

She squinted her eyes slightly, staring at the candied haws twisted between her slender fingers as if in a trance, the ruddy hawthorn fruit showed a faint luster, and the refraction of the gourd fruit was reflected in her light blue eyes, as if she was in a trance.

The peddler has been trading in Mond City for more than ten years. He is already a middle-aged uncle. There are people coming and going here, and there are all kinds of people from all over the world. He thinks he has a lot of experience and knows people well. Very capable—but never had a guest made such an eccentric and contradictory impression of him.

This lady was dressed luxuriously, exuding a cold and proud temperament, but it gave people a strange illusion, as if this person's soul was very light, as light as snow that was about to melt in the sun.

"Have you ever eaten candied haws?" he asked.

In order to avoid the silence, he said auspicious words with a smile:

"This candied haws comes from Liyue. The small hawthorn fruit is hooked with syrup. It is red and round, which symbolizes happiness and reunion. Threaded together with bamboo sticks, it means that good things are connected one by one."

"The boy buys a bunch of candied haws for the girl, which means sweetness and happiness."

It is right to say auspicious words at this time.

"Reunion?" the lady said softly.

She stared at the bright red gourd, her eyes moved slightly, and after a while, she said, "I've eaten it before."

"A boy gave it to you?"

"Many years ago," said the lady.She seemed to think of something again, and shook her head helplessly, with a slight smile on her lips, but that smile was also so thin, like the first snow in the sun:

"It's better to say that I forced him to buy it."

"You still remember, that's great."

The peddler said with a little emotion:

"That's really happiness. I have always had this concept. Many things will be forgotten. Only the memory of this taste is profound. The food you taste is not important. The important thing is the person who tastes with you, it is time. And the location, it’s that memory. Is it in a bustling city, or in a secluded and peaceful village, in the morning or in the evening?”

"Letters give shape to memory, and food gives taste to memory. The encounter with taste is the encounter with people."

Mond City is indeed a city with a strong artistic atmosphere, even a peddler has some opinions:

"Candied haws are green and sweet. When you recall the past with him in the future, it is also green and sweet. Many years later, when you recall that past, you will think of the taste of candied haws again. , Thinking of the morning, thinking of the dusk, thinking of the mood of that day... I think this is a great thing."

The lady quietly listened to the emotion of the middle-aged peddler, and only hummed softly after he finished speaking.

The executive officers of [Fools] actually never listen to the words of mortals. The huge gap between knowledge and life level is destined to dislike and disdain to talk to mortals.

But the lady is very strange today, and she doesn't know what's wrong with herself.

"...Feel sorry."

The peddler scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "I said too many strange things..."

"The odd one is me."

the lady said softly.

She paused, the bright spring light hit the broken leaf shadows on her delicate side face, the lady lowered her head slightly, half of her face was sunk in the shadow, after a while, she continued:

"That man is dead."

There was no wave in his tone.

-

That person is dead.

It was obvious that he had understood it long ago.

He died hundreds of years ago, why should he care?

It's a pointless thing to do.

The lady walked through the market and walked up the stairs. The shade of the trees dazzled her eyes. She slightly lifted the mask and bit the ruddy candied haws. Bitter, Mond City is the same as before, even the taste has not changed.

Green and sweet.

"Cough." She coughed up blood, which was mixed with candied haws, two places were bright red.

on the attic.

on the sidelines.

be late.

The lady feels that her whole life seems to be in the attic, on the high place, looking down, looking down forever.Misfits from humans, she was like this before Rustan died, she was like this after Rustan died, she buried the girl, but she didn't seem to change much.

So is being late.

in the attic.The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken goose is called the west wind.

Every rainy night, every dusk, every morning, when Rustan appeared in the square for an appointment, she stood in the attic, watching with cold eyes; the west wind broke the letter, and the boy died at the bottom of the valley, and she was also in the attic of the Oratory.

How did this life end with Qingye Fengyin facing each other?

Ms. self-examination.

The sailor's death may have been the spark, or the straw that broke the donkey's head.

The death of the sailor made Kiyono completely see that he and the lady are on different paths.

The difference in road philosophy is the most essential difference. Since then, they have been like strangers.

Either he kills her or she kills him.

When the sailor died, she was also in the attic; when Qingye Fengyin died, she was also in the attic.

Watch them die in peace.

Just like 500 years ago.

What Wendy said was right, Qing Ye refused to confess his identity until his death, it was his gentleness.

If you can stay ignorant and don't know anything, then you can keep going.

And usual nothing.

Nor will she cry.

After eating the last bite of candied haws, the lady finally reached her destination.

She walked very slowly, it was almost noon.

This is an abandoned Aeolus statue, near the city wall.

The thin sunlight covered the wall, and the thick ivy and moss filled all the gaps between the bricks. The statue was leaning against the edge of the city wall, and the dark green shadows cast by the ivy's branches and leaves were mixed with the idle sunlight. , making it difficult to see clearly.

The statue is very old and dilapidated, large areas have been corroded, and many places have been burned into charcoal, and the charred marks are shaped like flying butterflies.

——'I will let you take the heart of God. '

'If you go back to Mond again, I'll literally kill you. '

Barbatos' words still echoed in his ears.

She smiled self-deprecatingly.

'Because it's a deal between me and her. '

'I will let you take the heart of Qingye Fengyin, and I respect his last wish. '

The lady still remembered the way Mond Fengshen said this, with her back turned to herself.

The slightly cold sea breeze was blowing her slender braids, her fingers clenched the strings of the violin of the sky, she could see shallow blue veins, but her expression could not be seen, only her thin shoulders trembled, as if she had fallen. A difficult decision, she finished speaking as if she was gritting her teeth, her voice was very low, as low as the rustling wind.

It turns out that God is also sad.

After a while, the Fengshen said again, "Rustan has something for you."Under the statue on the back wall.What's there, I haven't seen it. '

The sound is low.

'What? ' The lady was surprised, her pupils dilated, "Rustan...?"

After a while, the wind blew rustlingly between them.

""Rainy Night at Fruit Wine Lake". Feng Shendao: "The story told in this song is that a pair of lovers are separated from each other by the war. They cannot communicate with each other, and Feng has become the messenger between them. The aroma ''brings news of triumph''. "

"You also lost contact at that time, because the war separated the two places. But in fact, he has been writing to you. It has never stopped."

"...?" The lady suddenly realized something.

Wendy lowered her eyes, as if recalling,

"500 years ago, monsters from the abyss invaded Mond. Young wolves fought on the tower every day. From early morning to dusk, when the sun went out and the forest was smudged at dusk, he took off his armor and began to write to you."

"Letters were unreachable, so he buried the letters in the soil bag in front of the statue of the wind god, and he prayed to the wind, please send the letter to Rosalind, please send the letter to Rosalind, please send the letter to Rosalind..."

Wendy turned sideways, her blue eyes twinkling with sadness, she said softly: "...just like the story sung in that song, the wind is their messenger..."

She paused, lowered her head, gritted her teeth, "[I] is your messenger. Now I will deliver those letters to you."

"Rustan kept his word, even when death was imminent. Even when life stopped."

what.

what.

Rosalind froze.

It seemed that something was cracking further in my heart.

...Why.

why.

’ He’s been writing to me and just handing the letter to the wind. '

'He kept his promise and he was the only one who was late'

why.

Why is he so stupid, so ignorant of flexibility, even in the square, and now he is the deputy head...don't wait if you can't wait in the square, don't write a letter if it can't reach you... .

why.

The only one who is ugly is himself.

The lady was shocked to find that there seemed to be tears in Fengshen's eyes.

The crystal tears reflected the morning sun, flowing in the emerald eyes, Barbatos lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly,

"It's not fair, I just want, I just want to meet her again, I just want to see her again, my request is not high, I just want to have a drink with my friends, I am a heartless person Drunkard, I'm easy to get rid of...Why do we have to part when we meet each other, why am I just the wind in poetry and stories, why?"

"Your story is as beautiful as a poem."

Barbatos looked into the lady's eyes,

"Rosalyn Kruzshika, you destroyed this piece of music with your own hands."

These were the last words Wendy had spoken to her.

What the peddler said still echoed in the lady's ears:

Letters are the shape of memory, and food is the taste of memory.

Now that she has tasted the sour and sweet candied haws, what is the shape of the memory?

Those letters were buried under the statue.