Sweet daily life of Little Tanuki and Qin Che in Love and Deep Space

The two large trees were bearing a weight that they shouldn't have to bear at their age.

Let me make this clear first: you're very light, it's Qin Che who's too heavy.

Listening to the occasional creaking and groaning of the hammock as it swayed in the wind, you were always a little worried that the hammock might not be able to support the two of you.

Today seems to be a festival unique to this place, with a mysterious yet joyful atmosphere permeating the air.

From the deep, narrow streets and alleys, the clear and melodious sound of an old handbell occasionally drifts out. The sound is like heavenly music, penetrating through layers of mist and lingering into people's ears.

Meanwhile, a group of elderly people with white hair sat together in the square, chanting incantations. Their deep and solemn chanting mingled with the melody of handbells, drifting on the wind and lingering in everyone's hearts.

At this moment, the tranquility and peace of the night gradually blur the boundaries of time.

Perhaps many years ago, when this land was still in a state of ignorance, their ancestors also witnessed a similar scene under the same starry sky.

Qin Che's voice interspersed among the ethereal music, adding an extra layer of mystery to this land.

"That's something only their older generation knows. In the beginning, God occupied this land, and the people relied on God's grace."

Life. But God is capricious; so-called gifts must be exchanged for human lives...

Is life... a sacrifice...?

"Well... later, one of them discovered the truth, so he invited the god into the valley and cut off his head."

You thought to yourself, "What kind of god is this? So weak! He was beheaded so easily."

I don't understand...

"According to the usual pattern of legends, wouldn't they have angered the gods and lost their protection?"

Qin Che's large hand enveloped yours, his slightly rough fingertips gently caressing the back of your hand: "Perhaps, they themselves abandoned the gods... In the end, people can only stand on this land by their own two feet."

You raised your head and looked at the scattered lights in the distance: "Indeed, just like you said, in the end we all have to rely on ourselves. Everyone has their own world to save."

Your thoughts are in turmoil. You realize that you've never heard Qin Che mention his parents before, as if he was born that way.

"Qin Che, what about your world? What was your life like when you were a child?"

The night wind in the oasis was cold, as if it were sweeping in from the depths of the distant Gobi Desert.

This cold wind was not only bone-chilling, but also carried the unique rough texture of the Gobi Desert, like countless tiny grains of sand flying in the wind, stinging one's face.

He picked up a cluster of fallen palm flowers, which emitted a faint fragrance, but he seemed to have no heart to appreciate this beauty at the moment.

He casually brushed the palm flower in his hand against his fingertip, and the delicate petals were instantly crushed into powder, which fluttered and drifted into the air.

As the breeze blew, the fine pollen gradually dissipated into the night, just like the unspoken thoughts in his heart, fading into the distance...

"Live on, just like everyone else."

Qin Che spoke in a calm and unhurried tone, as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

At some point, the bonfire that had been burning brightly in the center of the square gradually weakened until it was finally extinguished completely.