Back to the Future 1999: Raining at the Same Time

At night, when all the spiritual lamps are extinguished.

A faint blue light began to appear on the cabinet, which was particularly eye-catching in the thick darkness.

Sitting on the bed and swinging her feet, the Snow Girl looked at him in the window with a smile, recalling the first thing she came into contact with humans.

Long before the Snow Girl was born, the entire tribe had moved deep into the altar, living a paradise-like life free from human interference.

Therefore, she could only occasionally rely on the privilege of being the next priest to come to the world outside the altar and unintentionally pick up traces related to humans.

By chance, she found a pocket watch that was lost in the mud and was surprisingly well preserved.

After washing away the stains on the surface, this exquisite little gadget finally revealed its true appearance - a circle of sapphires inlaid around the dial, and a layer of enamel-coated colorful painting is the main body of this pocket watch.

Although it is impossible to understand what it is, its beauty is enough to attract a child who is curious about the world.

Completely different from her own ice crystals, the luster of the sapphire was something she had never seen before, reflecting the warmth of the sun into her eyes, projecting a wonderful world.

What surprised her even more was that a delicate switch on the pocket watch could open a new world for the little child with just a click.

The golden pointer moved tirelessly, passing through each pre-determined segment one by one.

One of the pointers jumped the most happily. After running around the entire surface, it would playfully kick the butt of another longer pointer, then run away with a chuckle and continue running briskly.

The pointer that was disturbed by it never got angry, but kept catching up with its pace bit by bit, walking slowly on its own way.

There was also a short, fat pointer. Because there had never been such a member in the tribe, the Snow Girl was very interested in it. However, it seemed a little too lazy. It waited until the Snow Girl felt sleepy before it took a slow step forward.

But even so, the little guy was still extremely excited. He stared at the movement of the three pointers and unknowingly it was time to go back.

Before this, even the interruption from his demon friend did not shake the little guy at all.

It was not until her sister's call awakened the Snow Girl from her wild imagination that she rushed towards her sister with a smile and shared the interesting things she had encountered that day.

It was also at this time that she heard the word "human" for the first time.

"That should be a gadget brought by humans. Although they are indeed abominable, I have to say that their things are still quite exquisite."

As she spoke, Xingying (Galaxy Lusarji) lifted the hair from her ears, revealing the earrings that were covered and hiding the starlight.

The exquisiteness and wonder of the human world once again captured the child's heart, just like the smile on Sister Xingying's face when she showed her earrings, which was equally beautiful in the eyes of the Snow Girl.

Holding the pocket watch tightly in his hand, a seed of yearning and curiosity about the human world has been quietly planted and has begun to take root and sprout.

In fact, when you open the pocket watch, you will find another side inside. It was originally used to place photos, but now it contains a short blessing:

Child, but must remember, sobs, We are waiting for you in here.

Tender emotions flow in this brief blessing, and the image of a kind father comes to mind.

How could such a gentle person appear in the team that massacred Rusarji?

But now, none of this matters anymore.

This pocket watch will never return to its rightful owner.

And it is also impossible for our little snow girl to touch the emotions in the words and feel the true meaning of these words.

……

I took out the pocket watch from the inner layer of the window again, and all the beautiful memories and fantasies about it came to my mind at this moment.

It was this little thing that accompanied her through sleepless nights.

Every time it appears in the little child's imagination, accompanying her through every unpleasant moment.

Of course, there was only one accident, which was the night when the pocket watch stopped moving.

Looking at the pocket watch that had returned to silence, the Snow Girl felt lost, as if she had lost a very good friend.

But now, none of this matters. Time has erased the not-so-deep pain. The Snow Girl took it out again and put it around the ice sculpture's neck.

One brought her initial imagination, and the other was the embodiment of her imagination. At this moment, the end and the beginning formed a perfect closed loop.

Spring went and autumn came, winter came and went, year after year, and the Snow Girl finally grew into a slim young lady.

The portrait in the window not only bears witness to her growth, but has also been slightly adjusted many times as the child has grown into a young woman.

Then, on a seemingly destined night, the statue returned to its original appearance.

It was a night like any other. The Snow Girl walked in the forest, catching the moonlight that seeped through the leaves in her hands.

However, the demon spirit beside him, which had originally been following him quietly, suddenly became unusually agitated.

Following the traces, we soon found the source of the disturbance.

Then she saw the first human being she had ever met in her life!

At the same time, they seemed to be the human beings she had imagined.

But he seemed to be very different from what he had imagined.

He stood in a circle of dust, and the large pieces of dried blood on his body fell off in small pieces with the rise and fall of his breathing.

It was more like what the tribe members described - tyrannical, cruel, and bloodthirsty.

However, facing the moonlight, looking at his face again, yes, this is the face that has watched over me for countless years!

In an instant, he forgot everything, and the feeling of surprise filled his entire body. The breath of mysticism also unconsciously overflowed from his body, making everything around him covered with a layer of beautiful frost.

She saw him trembling slightly, she saw him closing his eyes, and she thought this was a perfect opportunity!

She rushed forward desperately and held his cheeks. Now she just wanted to take a good look at the figure in her dream, who appeared before her alive.

Strong emotions surged in her chest, even causing her nails to dig slightly into the other person's flesh.

The other person opened his eyes, and when that light blue gaze fell into her eyes, the Snow Girl even felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

How is it possible? How could it be possible? How could there be someone so, so similar, appearing before my eyes in real flesh and blood?

But soon, the Snow Girl broke free from this abnormal mood, and the dust on the ground and the tribe leader's repeated instructions echoed in her mind.

With a wave of her hand, the Snow Girl and the remaining demons dived back into the depths of the forest.

……

As soon as she returned home, the Snow Girl took the statue down from the window.

The aura of the mysticism once again attached itself to his hands, and based on the impression he had, it once again shaped a body for him.

The moment the body was completed, the Snow Girl could no longer hold back and hugged it tightly, pouring all her excitement and joy into this doll she had been thinking about day and night.

"You know what! I met you tonight! The real you!"

She picked up the statue and spun around happily, then carefully put it down. The moment she let go, a lonely expression suddenly appeared on her face.

"But...is that really you?"

Gently caressing the cheek of the woman who had accompanied her for countless nights, the Snow Girl slowly spoke again:

"The gentle, clumsy, and adorable you that I imagined... doesn't really exist, does it?"

The pocket watch, which finally had support, rubbed against the ice sculpture's body, making a harsh sound.

The dial, which was supposed to open when someone pressed it, inexplicably opened on its own.

The pointer inside had stopped a long time ago, but tonight, as if pushed by the gears of fate, it began to turn step by step again, just like when they first met.

"Really? Is that how it should be?"

The Snow Girl once again held the object that gave her her initial fantasy, and a crystal ice crystal slowly slid out of the corner of her eye.

"I'll go see you again tomorrow..."

Stroking the ice sculpture's head, hmm, it's a little shorter than I imagined.

"What kind of person are you..."

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