Zongman: Dream with me

Although some unexpected events occurred, it was not a complete failure.

"No more to say?"

Mu You looked at Shui Rinako and asked. The latter shook her head slightly and looked silently at the soul of Zou Poppy Port in the water. The latter just smiled at her.

Neither of them spoke anymore.

"Is that so? All right then."

Mu You reached into the void, and a strange harp fell into his arms. The rosewood with wind patterns and the slightly cool star iron strings were the feelings of the sky that belonged to him alone. With a light flick of his fingers, the melodious music seemed to come from the distant distance with the wind, touching his heart.

As the music played, Mu You's figure floated high into the sky. His appearance changed slightly: his hair turned from gray to black, and even his face changed slightly, but only his pair of green eyes looked at the people below gently.

This scene was deeply engraved in Yukinoshita Haruno's heart. Even after many years, she still remembered the scene:

The setting sun shone on Mu You's back, making him seem to glow. His face was solemn and compassionate, and in that moment, everyone seemed to be seeing a true god.

Kasugano Sora stared at Mu You in a daze, her thoughts somehow returning to the early morning after she had dragged Mashiro and Mu You around all night, and the subsequent conversation she had with Mu You about Mashiro:

.......

"You said you liked her."

"Yes, I like it the most, but that's all."

"what about me?"

"I like it too."

".......fraud."

Facing his own awkwardness at that time, Mu You touched his head and said with a smile: "No, I like it the most."

.......

Mu You at that time was just like today, as if emitting a strange light all over her body, making people want to look up at her. She knew that Mu You was not lying, but the "like" that Mu You said did not seem to mean the same thing as the "like" she wanted.

After the performance, Zou Yingsugang's soul finally emerged from the water, but his slightly transparent shadow seemed like it would be blown away by the wind at any time.

Mu You thought about it, put away the piano, and stretched out his right hand from his arms. A glass ball-like bead appeared. This was Mu You's biggest gain on this trip: something that could only exist in the dreamless state was taken out by him. This object that originally appeared together with the Heart of God was the prop he used to collect dreams.

The cracks on it were gradually repaired as he collected dreams, and he finally figured out what the silk thread wrapped around it was.

That was his tattered memory.

Mu You waved his hand gently, and a golden thread fell into his hand. The next moment, one end of the thread emitted an even brighter light, as if it was ignited, and a mysterious power emerged from Mu You's heart.

Is that so?

The silk thread represented his memories, and using it as a kindling, he could directly call upon the power he had gathered from his dreams into reality. This was unlike the previous method, which required not only creating the main body in the dream but also the container in reality, and then projecting it from the dream into reality. This was not only cumbersome, but also resulted in a variety of strange and bizarre results.

Now, if we let the power of dreams directly influence reality, we can truly make our wishes come true!

Mu You was very pleased with the results of this experiment. He had ignited all the memories related to the two people's past lives, helping Zou Yingsugang's soul to stabilize and solidify. In a sense, it was a karmic repayment. But as Zou Yingsugang's soul finally stabilized, a golden light descended from the sky, illuminating the long-dead boy and guiding him to heaven.

Zou Yingsugang looked at himself and then at Mu You. At that moment, he seemed to understand everything. He bowed deeply to Mu You and left following the light.

The farewell ended, the sun lost its last rays, and night fell. After experiencing such a farewell, everyone became somewhat silent. After a few brief exchanges, they dispersed.

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On the way back, Kasugano Sora followed Mu Youde quietly as usual, and kept recalling Mu Youde's appearance just now in his mind. He was dressed in white and had a noble face. He was like the god in his own stories, playing the song of the sky and welcoming the lost souls.

"Yu..."

"what happened?"

"......nothing."

Mu You turned around and saw Qiong hesitant to speak. He patted her head but didn't pay much attention. Today's events had been a big shock to Qiong. This was probably the first time she had witnessed the passing of a soul. Souls really did exist in this world. I wondered if this would bring her any comfort.

Or is it a deeper pain?

Qiong's little hand tugged at the corner of Mu You's clothes, and her thoughts began to wander. But when she knew that her parents' spirits in heaven might be watching her, she felt comforted but also a little guilty, like a child who had done something bad and was discovered.

No, I don't want to be separated from You. The girl shook her head vigorously, shaking off the thought in her mind. Her parents loved her so much, they would definitely not object. Qiong raised her head slightly, stole a glance at the figure in front of her, and her mind began to wander.

What she wanted to ask just now was whether Mu You remembered something and why he said that to her.

The You who told me stories by my bedside when I was a child; the You who always dotes on me but gradually distances herself from me now; and the You who just became "Mu You" and played the noble yet sad role of the God of Wind...

Which one is you? What made us become strangers? Why did you pretend to be someone else, to act out those stories? You were clearly smiling at that time, but why did I feel like you were sad?

Kasugano Yui had many questions, but she swallowed them back on the tip of her tongue. She knew that if she really asked, Mu You would confess to her, as he always did. So she was afraid, afraid of hearing an unacceptable answer, afraid that after confessing, Mu You would abandon her.

He was obviously so sad, yet he was still so helpless.

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Kasugano Sora had a dream. She dreamed of Mu You and also of herself.

In that dream, she and You met many, many people. You always talked and laughed with them, and quickly became friends with them, as if they had known each other for a long time.

But every time he tried to introduce them to him, she would jump out and drive them away from You like a puppy guarding its food.

Qiong seemed like a bystander, observing herself and You in the dream. The self in the dream seemed to have a particularly strong malice towards the people around Mu You, regardless of gender, and she did not believe You's words that he was a friend who introduced her to her.

The me in the dream said: It is enough for me to have You.

Gradually, those people left, one by one...even Mashiro, who had been living in their house, disappeared.

Gradually, Youya stopped talking about these things. He just stayed by her side, knowing that he was the only one left for her.

Yu took Qiong away from Neon and came to the country across the sea and settled down there.

He changed, still kind to others, but also keeping his distance, helping others, but also fading from the world. He became a true god walking in the world, and she became his dependent.

He knew that she loved him, but he no longer cared at that time. He was just fulfilling his responsibility and taking care of his sister.

He kept smiling, his smile was so gentle, yet so sad.

She looked at his back, feeling distressed and helpless.

He would not leave her, because he was the only one she had left, and he could not leave because the opportunity had been missed... He told her his identity, what was it? Qiong did not hear clearly, but she could feel a great sadness.

She watched herself in her dream break down and apologize, and Mu You silently hugged her. It was only then that she realized what she had done.

But it was too late. All the sorrow, reluctance and longing... all of it was melted into that smile. He had known it long ago, had let it go long ago, and had forgiven long ago...

She only knew that he loved her so much.

........

Tears soaked the pillow and woke Kasugano Sora from her sleep. She stared blankly ahead, as if everything that had just happened was still vivid in her mind.

What had she done? What exactly was Mu You trying to confess to her in the dream? Was this really just a dream?

Qiong had no answer. At this moment, she wanted so much to throw herself into that man's arms and have a good cry, but that man should have left, right?

"Ding Dong--" The crisp sound of the doorbell broke the surrounding silence.

"You, open the door!"

She called out tentatively, but received no response.

Sure enough, Kasugano Yui got out of bed and left the room in a somewhat irritated state. Mashiro should still be asleep at this moment. If no one called her, she would probably sleep until the afternoon. The doorbell continued to ring. Did someone buy something again?

When she opened the door, Kasugano Sora was stunned to see an unexpected guy.

Why is Yukinoshita Yukino here?