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

The slightly cold wind rustled the branches of the ivy.

The soil bag was dug away bit by bit, and her slender fingers penetrated into the soft ground. She squatted down, and her long skirt was dragged on the ground.

The white and clear nails were covered with dirt.

There might be a simpler way, but she's going to use her hands anyway.

Feel it with your skin.To feel this emotion.

The outermost layer of soil is soft, because it rained heavily last night, and the inner layer of soil began to dry slowly and harden, showing a deep red color.

What is the shape of memory...?

What letter did Rustan leave at the end.

Is it goodbye?

Maybe it was goodbye.

There has never been a farewell between them, the girl is always late, there is a lack of a farewell between them, what will he say in the farewell words?

The lady still has that water clock.

In the clear glass bottle, the hourglass for counting the time has long stopped. Rustan once said that the water timepiece will be able to meet again after a week, but the water timepiece has passed for many weeks, and they still have no relationship. See.

He was at war then.

According to his stupid mind, maybe the last letter he wrote would just dryly talk about the war.

Rosalin can imagine, for example, how many Qiuqiu kings have been killed today, and how many abyss hounds have been dealt with... Explain these things in detail.

He never tires of it, he is dazed and simple, like a piece of wood that will never wake up.

No matter what kind of letter, no matter what the content is, at the beginning, he will always use the old-fashioned and persistent sentence:

【Dear Ms. Rosalind, Hello】

as a beginning.

In the afternoon of dusk, the boy was lying by the corner, he might be writing, maybe he was singing, he couldn't wait to share a lot of thoughts - Rosalind could always imagine it.

Time passed slowly, the afternoon sun gradually dimmed, and winter dusk always came quickly, and there were noisy sounds outside the city of Mond.

Today is the Chinese New Year. According to the usual practice, fireworks will be set off.

The girl and Rustan had also seen the fireworks in Mond City. The bright fireworks bloomed in the night sky in front of them. Under the brilliant light, the boy held the girl's hand.

Would he write about these things in his letters?

Ms. don't know.

What is the shape of memory.

What is the shape of memory?

Her fingertips touched something, it seemed to be an iron box, the lady was startled, she froze.

Fireworks exploded from behind her.

The gorgeous fire light illuminates the whole world.

The whole body of the iron box was almost melted, and the iron skin was melted and then solidified, spreading out on the ground in a rather ugly shape. Rosalin suddenly remembered the scorched marks on the statue, the traces of being burned.

She realized something.

The heart slowly began to burn again.

trembling.

don't want...

she said softly.

The burn marks of the flames are so familiar, so familiar, she has been deliberately ignoring this...

The shape of the flame is a butterfly.

The witch of fire, who burned everything 500 years ago, the girl walks submerged in the hellfire in her heart, burning everything along the way.

It burned her tears and her heart, including the iron box.

The lady finally opened the tin box, but there was nothing in the box.

empty.

Only ashes.

The letter had been burned by her own hands.

Letters are the shape of memory,

The shape of their memory is ashes.

All the letters that Rustan had given to Feng were destroyed by the fire. Rosalind searched hard in the pile of ashes, but she couldn't find anything, and there was nothing left.

Only the line of words engraved on the inner layer of the iron box remained, which was a line of words distorted by the flames:

[Dear Ms. Rosalind, goodbye. 】

blank.

When I saw that line of words, my heart went blank.

"Haha." She smiled lightly, and said softly, "This time, goodbye."

she said.

"After writing dozens of letters, you finally have something new this time. Congratulations, you deserve praise."

She smiled softly, smiling, her shoulders trembling.

He lowered his head.

'Dear Ms. Rosalyn, hello'

'Dear Ms. Rosalyn, hello'

...

'Dear Ms Rosalind, goodbye'

Goodbye.

blank.

Long long blank.

at last.

Rosalind felt a pain like a heart spasm.

She finally felt the pain, the pain of being burned in ashes.Fireworks bloom in the sky of Mond.

People cheered from the alley, and the lady lowered her head.

Pain...or regret?

She has nothing left.

She personally destroyed the poetry between them.

That heart is still warm.

The lady took it out.

In the slightly cold night wind, Qingye Fengyin's heart exudes a glass-colored light, reflecting the trail of fireworks swimming down, perhaps there has never been such a beautiful heart in the world.

But the lady knew that this heart did not belong to her.

All that was left of her was ashes.

——'Please give my heart to Guobeng'

These are Qingye Fuyin's last words.

He died in front of his face, Rosalind piercing his chest.

Rosalin still remembers the appearance of the boy at that time. He was not sad or angry. He just raised his head and smiled helplessly.

That smile was as light as a breeze, a helpless wind.

The lady clenched that heart subconsciously.

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Whoa, resurrection!

This chapter is one thousand and three in one, so don't be ashamed to write 2.5, wait for me to recover and re-evolve into a three-in-one beast!

The lyrics and story of my song buried the whole Mond line, and now it is finally used! (shameless)

Volume 65: Chapter [-] "Have a nice trip, Traveler"

The grilled fish was cold.

Ying rested her snow-white cheeks and stared at the copy.

The best sea bass, the scorched skin was fried crispy, revealing the soft, glutinous and tender fish meat, cut into a cross with a knife, it is more convenient to taste, and a thin layer of sea salt is also sprinkled - I have been with Qingye Fengyin for several months , she learned a lot about grilling fish.

Qingye Fengyin told her that when grilling fish, the internal organs should be removed first, and that the heat should not be too high when grilling. The best state is when the surface is browned to the point of dripping oil, and it is best to close the pot quickly, so as not to burn the fish...

At the beginning of grilling fish, her technique was really poor, the fish scales were not removed, and the fish was burnt, but Qingye Fengyin still swallowed it deliciously, and this guy comforted her very understandingly. No matter how hard it is to eat, it is still a piece of meat...

30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, it is absolutely unbearable to be insulted by this.

Since then, Ying has been practicing her skills hard.

In the eyes of this apprentice knight of the West Wind, the cooking technique of this old thief in Qingye is undoubtedly an exquisite dragon-slaying skill. All the way to becoming famous, the chain stores are getting more and more popular, and Jie Jie Jie is making a lot of money like this.

But now that she has learned the story of slaying the dragon, the dragon flapped its wings and slipped away.

During a bonfire night talk, she once heard Ye Fengyin tell such a story.

It is said that a long time ago, there was a man who was smart and rich, and spent three years learning the skills of slaughtering ancient dragons, how to hold down the head, how to cut the tail... He talked happily, but the people around laughed at him: "Gu Long has long been Just extinct, you're an idiot. '

"Zhu Yongman learned how to slay dragons from Zhiliyi, the family of Shan Qianjin. It took three years to complete the skills, but he didn't use his skills."

After telling this story, Qingye Fengyin laughed and said: "This guy is really an idiot."

Isn't this really a fool?

Holding her chin, Ying stared blankly at the cold grilled fish again.

What is the use of a family of thousands of gold, and what is the use of three years of skill?

What good is your hope and enthusiasm?

Dragons don't wait for you at all.

The dragon would even laugh and say, "What a fool!" '

Isn't that Zhu Pingman an idiot?

You have learned the craft, you are famous all over the world, your chain stores are open for a full month, and countless people want to taste your grilled fish... What's the use of it.

still

It's 'without cleverness', the one you really want to share with won't be waiting for you.

You have learned the skill of slaying dragons, but you are just pretending to be sentimental.

The grilled fish was cold.

She poked the fish's head with a knife and fork.

Cold food doesn't taste good.

"Stupid," she said.

"We clearly agreed to have dinner together."

It was clearly an agreement, the poet picked flowers for her, and they agreed to have dinner together, and the old rice dumpling agreed.