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

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The bard didn't seem to hear Qin's words. The girl stood on her toes slightly and stared at the portrait on the wall. After a long while, she seemed to come back to her senses. She turned sideways, and her emerald eyes seemed to be smiling.

Wendy smiled and said, "He's safe. He'll go on a trip after solving Mond's matter."

"Oh, this guy still says that—"

Wendy coughed, imitating Qingye Fengyin's tone, pressing her left hand on her chest, resting on her toes, and opening her right hand to embrace the sun. She looked like an aspiring young man letting go of his ideals, and said in an exaggerated tone of aria:

"'Qingye Fengyin, come and go like the wind, caress your clothes when things happen, don't leave merit or fame, wow ha ha ha, I'll go'."

"Then this guy just ran around like a westerly wind, and just left."

The girl's eyes are sincere and pure, without a trace of impurity, very serious, it seems that Qingye Fengyin is really okay, he doesn't stay in Mond, he just doesn't want those fame and wealth, he really went on a trip like a fool.

The bard smiled and watched Qin.

That smile is also very serious.

She has always had a talent for fooling people.

Apparently, she succeeded.

Captain Qin sighed helplessly, "Really."

She smiled, as if amused by Wendy's exaggerated tone.

"Little poet, if you see him again, please tell him that the Zephyr Knights will always remember your exploits."

"Your place will always be reserved, Mond will always welcome you."

Wendy nodded, "Okay."

Wendy has always been good at fooling people, fooling people into believing what she said, fooling people into believing that Qingye Fengyin is not dead...fooling herself...Qingye Fengyin is still alive.

The story of Mond City should be perfect, as perfect as an opera: the young knight appeases the dragon, and finally lives in seclusion in the rivers and lakes, perfect.

Kiyono would definitely like such a story.

Whether it's Qingye Fengyin, Qingye Leiming, Rustan, or that girl, they all definitely like this story.

He didn't want to be remembered after death, he wanted to leave quietly and flawlessly.

Wendy is a bard, she will tell more people this beautiful and romantic story in the future.

For the rest of her long, long life.

Writing a preface to your life is the only thing you can do.

Wendy didn't want Mond to forget about the boy.

I don't want Mond to forget the short but gorgeous wind.

She glanced one last time at the portrait on the wall.

Rustan the wolf cub stayed quietly in the frame, his golden eyes were like the brightest sunshine.

Goodbye.

Wendy waved her hand and bid farewell to Captain Qin.

Goodbye.

She is still smiling, because you must laugh, because you can't cry when telling a comedy, and the bard must always smile. Only when you smile, the audience will be infected and believe in the romantic heroic comedy.

Can't cry.

After leaving the hall of the knight order, the sky outside was bright and the wind was breezy.

The sky is as clear and transparent as washing.

Mond City is so beautiful.

——"Excuse me...excuse me..."

Wheezing, it seems that I have run a long, long way.

Wendy stared at the girl in front of her.

She arched her body slightly, thin beads of sweat slid down her delicate side face, the girl raised her head, her loose blonde hair was floating in the air - she seemed to be very tired, she had run a long way, her chest was heaving violently .

Wendy recognized her, and the girl's name was 'Ying'.

"Excuse me..." She finally recovered her breath, her golden eyes fixed on Wendy's, "Excuse me, have you seen Qingye Fengyin?"

"...what."

"It just so happened that I happened to witness that fight."

Wendy smiled again, put her left hand on her chest, and coughed a few times: "'Qingye Fengyin played the piano with his hand and fell, the magic sound entered his ears, and the Fengmolong couldn't stand it and retreated steadily...'"

"'Qingye Fengyin, coming and going like the wind, it's over...'"

Her smile is still so clean, so earnest, so touching, and the stories she tells are also vivid and interesting. The warm sunshine shines on the side face of the bard, her smile is like a flower, and the days seem to be shining with light.

The girl watched Wendy quietly.

— "You're crying."

she said.

what.

Wendy froze for a moment, and she said, "Why?"

"You're crying...it's just what I feel."

Ying's golden eyes reflected Wendy's face, and the light trembled slightly.

She shook her body, lowered her head, and moved her lips: "Why?"

"Why?" Wendy asked in the same way. "I'm obviously smiling."

"I don't know, I don't know, I just think so. No background."

Ying lowered her eyes, her heart was throbbing slowly,

"You are telling a very happy story, but you are very sad. I... I am obviously... also listening to a very good story. That guy Qingye Fengyin made a great contribution, especially Valin appeased, everyone is happy, obviously this is a very good story...but why, but why, why..."

She clutched her chest tightly, raised her head, her golden eyes were shining...

Crystal tears.

——“Why is it so beautiful, but I am sad.”

"...Why." She bit her lip, nails digging deep into her palms,

"Why... do I cry when I hear such a beautiful story?"

"You tell me, you tell me..."

Words speak with joy, but between the lines mourn.

Creatures can never hide their emotions. Empathy is a funny and cheerful crossword puzzle. People outside the answer read it as a humorous joke. People in the riddle share the same sadness, and let the outside world make noise, laugh and curse.

Wendy stared at the blond girl.

She is crying.

'You're crying' she said to N

Obviously...

Already built a heart like an iron wall.

Obviously smiling.

Obviously, a good story has been written.

Obviously it's perfect enough.

Obviously... I won't be sad anymore.

How nasty... how nasty this feeling is... Wendy hung her head, her heart throbbing slowly.

Cheers came from the hall, as if Qin announced that the dragon disaster had subsided. The knights cheered and celebrated. Outside the hall, the Mond people were preparing for the New Year. Lanterns were hung all over the long streets and alleys. There was a lot of noise and joy.

After the wind is gone, only they are sad in this world.

Ying was still staring at herself, Wendy lowered her head to avoid that gaze, she felt the tingling in her heart.

half an hour.

The wind rustled.

She raised her head and said softly:

"You come with me."

The poet walked in front, her long, light-colored braid hanging down her waist. She walked quickly, picked up the steps, passed through an alley, and continued to move forward.

Ying followed behind Wendy.

The more she walked forward, the more her heart throbbed and the more disturbed she became.

She was so eager to know the whereabouts of Qingye Fengyin, but now that she is close to the truth, she is panicked.

Or rather, fear.

After leaving Mond City, there is Fruit Wine Lake.

The lake is so beautiful, so pure, sparkling, stirring the warm spring light, and the windmill chrysanthemums are blooming like fire.

Dragon.

Twalin was lying on the lakeside, heard something, raised his head, saw Ying and Wendy, let out a disappointed and lonely cry, lowered his head again, and covered the dragon's head with his wings.

Wendy patted Twarin's wings, and Twarin lifted up.

It was a sword.

Ying knew the name of this sword, it was Qing Ye Fengyin's saber, it was called 'Shen Cut'.

But it was a little different from the sword I had seen before.

The snake-like pattern is still engraved on the sword, and the thunder is entangled with the snake... Between the thunder and the snake is the pattern of the wind.

blank.

Ying's heart was blank again.

Obviously, she had already been prepared in the depths of her heart, and she had already built up her mind, but from seeing the sword, her heart was empty again.

不 ...

"I was going to bury the sword."

Wendy stroked the sword lightly, and the sword made a rustling sound. She lowered her eyes and said softly: "Except for a heart, Qingye Fengyin also left this sword behind."

"Now, I will give you this sword for Qingye Fengyin."

"Why... give it to me?" Ying asked. "And you?"

"Aren't you staying?"

When she saw the bard smiled lightly, with a bright and sad smile, she turned her face and said softly:

"Because he also left me a letter. Although it was scattered in the wind, for a guy like me, a letter is enough."

The letter was scattered in the wind.

Just like Rustan's letter to Rosalind, burned in the fire.

But for the poet, for the journey, it is enough for her to read the letter and keep this memory.

When Wendy handed out the sword, she lowered her brows, her braids swayed slightly in the wind, and her heart throbbed gently.

that sword...

Qingye Fengyin's sword.

That was all that was left of his life.