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

Wow, I feel like I can't beat him.

Nuo Yan pointed to the grave, raised the ale in his hand, "I'll pay homage to him."

"Would you like..." He tentatively asked, "Have a drink together?"

"boring."

Mandrill said softly.

Pay homage to him..

What is there to pay homage to a sinner?

"Then...then what are you doing here?" Nuo Yan asked.

"It's just a boring walk."

Holding a bamboo umbrella, he passed by Nuo Yan's side and was about to leave without looking back.

But there was one thing, Mandrill got it wrong.

As a yaksha, he could easily perceive the existence of An Sheng, a mortal, but... the other yaksha who was hiding, he didn't perceive it.

"elf."

Mandrill's back froze as he left.

It was a familiar voice.

Yingda came out of the deep forest in surprise, her eyes slightly enlarged due to shock, she stared at Mandrill who was holding a bamboo umbrella in surprise, it could be seen that General Fire Rat was really surprised:

"Did not you say..."

Her voice is very soft, but it falls heavily in the woods.

"Aren't you coming?"

Mandrill paused, and he turned his head slowly, his expression still seemed calm, "It's just that I'm bored, just walking around at will."

"But... it's raining..."

Ying Da looked at the bamboo umbrella that Mandrill was holding, "It's raining now..."

"Walking around in the rain is also very interesting."

He said calmly.

"Your flower..."

Yingda turned his head again. The little white flower was still placed in front of the grave, exuding a faint fragrance.

She seemed to have thought of something, her eyes lit up slightly,

"I used to... When I came to visit the tomb in the New Year, I saw flowers in front of the tomb. Many times, I always thought that it was blown by the wind."

Ying Da stared at Mandrill suspiciously, "...you wouldn't...you deliberately staggered the time with me to see elder brother?"

"...not really."

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Some readers don't know the timeline of several generations... because the author himself has made some fine-tuning.

Just make it public.

Currently available timelines:

？？——3000多年前的无名少女——3000年前到两千400年前的浮舍——？？——500年前的短命幼狼——500年前的清野雷鸣至今——清野风吟——清诺言。

Volume 72: Chapter 2.5 Reunion ([-] chapters)

It's raining.

Fa Nan looked at the rain outside the window in a little ecstasy.

Silky rain threads were woven on the eaves, making a dull knocking sound, breaking into several sprays and seeping into the blue bricks and red walls. This was the first rain in the new year.

At this time, it was sunset, the sun was raining, or it was sunset rain, and the muddy raindrops mixed with the gloomy daylight, making it difficult for people to see the scenery outside clearly.

Varan likes rain, and likes the touch of the cold rainwater slowly seeping into the skin, which has something to do with her race—she is Mizuyasha.

【Spiral General】

But today, she didn't like the rain very much.

The joss stick will get wet...

Paper money can't be burned either.

wrong.

She didn't intend to go.

Why should you care about this.

If the incense candle gets wet, let it get wet. If the paper money can't be burned, it can't be burned. What does it have to do with yourself?

Fanan rested his snow-white cheeks, his light blue eyes stared blankly.

The cold eyes are as calm as the rain outside the window, dripping and dripping, cold and thin.

In the past, everyone said that Fa Nan and Mandrill were the facial paralysis in Yasha. They would never laugh or cry.

This morning, Yingda came to look for her again.

This noisy idiot is clamoring to offer incense to that person again... She is still the same as before, a stubborn idiot who has been coming every time for more than 2000 years, but she refuses every time.

Death is death.

That person is dead.

If you die, you can't be resurrected, and remembering it is meaningless. In Fa Nan's view, the so-called memorial service is just a psychological comfort for the living, which is hypocritical and useless.

She never regretted killing him, and naturally she would not seek so-called "psychological comfort" for killing him. '

But... At this point, Yingda should be back.

Fa Nan frowned slightly, looking at the light rain outside the window, and secretly said in her heart.

This year, I will definitely not go again.

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"Hello."

The young man said, looking at the girl in front of him with his blue eyes.

Another one.

She doesn't seem to be a human being, she has a pair of beautifully shaped horns, her long blue hair drags down to her waist, her skin is as white as Sai Xue revealing a little bit of warmth, her eyes are like a pool of clear green pools, giving people a sense of slenderness. A sense of coldness.

She was wearing a long blue dress, with her white and tender shoulders bare.

Humanity?

...this human boy.

why is it here...

It's hard to understand.

The young man in front of him is at most 15 years old. He is in the wilderness, especially the barren slope here. It is eerie and scary, and wandering ghosts often haunt it. Even adults would not dare to pass by here on weekdays... a human being Boy, why are you here?

And, it's raining now.

He was completely soaked, and the thin clothes were stuck to the boy's body - he seemed to have been standing here for a long time.

"Are you lost?"

Fa Nan's cold voice is like a spring in the mountains.

"I'm waiting for someone to drink. It's just that the person hasn't come yet."

Qing Nuoyan said, he raised the other jug ​​of ale on his waist again, "Look, there is still half of the jug left undrinked."

"Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol."

Fa Nan shook his head.

"What about you? What are you here for?" Nuo Yan asked.

what am i here for...

With this question, Fa Nan frowned lightly.

what is she doing nowShe doesn't know either.

Obviously, it has been decided not to come.

But listening to the burst of firecrackers in Liyue City, and the reunion of every household, watching Mu Yu's desolation and silence, watching...she came back here again.

Fortunately, Yingda came in the morning, so they didn't bump into her.

"I'm bored, just walk around."

Fa Nan said softly.

"...I just heard something like that."

Nuo Yan laughed again.

Haha... It's really... a little fun.

He said happily.

How many talents did I provoke in my previous n lives?

Hate me to the point of death, and come quietly again when I go to the grave.

Fa Nan felt that the young man's smile was very strange, as if he was watching something interesting, the corners of his mouth were smiling, but his eyes were more of a kind... She didn't know how to describe it, yes, she once had a whim Listening to the opera in the Han Club, the expressions of the audience sitting on the stage are exactly the same as that of this young man.

...The look in the eyes watching the show?

She wouldn't be angry with a mortal, it just felt weird.

Fa Nan frowned slightly, she took one last look at the young man's drowned face, and said calmly: "If the person you're waiting for is still in the future, go back and don't stay here."

That's all for now.

After finishing the last sentence, Fanan and Nuo Yan passed by, and walked towards the barren mound.

She didn't come closer, but just looked at it from a distance.

One glance is enough.

Take a look and leave.

Sure enough, Yingda had been there before, and there were still the wreckage of paper money in front of the grave, which had not been washed away by the rain, and the small white flower in front of the tomb was still there—Fa Nan almost remembered the things Yingda prepared every year when he went to the grave .

First there are paper money, joss sticks, and then a small bouquet of white flowers.

The writing on the tombstone is blurred, the weeds are overgrown, because it is raining, the tomb is muddy and wet... that person is lying in this place, unable to open his eyes forever, obviously more than 2000 years have passed, it is hard to remember that person He looked like he was smiling, but now he couldn't smile.

People die like lights go out.

It's not that I remember him so much, it's just that I feel a little bit emotional.

This year is New Year's Day.

It's a day when we all get together.

But because you died, we never got together again.

"Asshole," she said.

Nuo Yan scratched his head sadly.

Everyone calls me an asshole...

Fa Nan didn't prepare any paper money and incense candles, and he didn't bring any flowers. He just looked at the grave calmly, and the girl turned around and left.

"Is this the way to go...?"