[Hao Ye] I am not me

The brown-haired boy sat quietly on the bench with his head bowed, his locks of hair clinging to his body, blocking his face and making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

He raised his head slowly, his golden eyes were out of focus by the surrounding flames, those screams from being burned by the flames disappeared at the end of the flames, returning to silence.

The heavy rain was pouring down, but the flames burned more and more vigorously, without being affected at all.

The boy didn't hold an umbrella, and the rainwater rushed into his collar unhindered. He was completely soaked, but he didn't look embarrassed at all. He almost enjoyed the cold raindrops.

He remembered that there was such a familiar scene in his memory.

It was also the same kind of downpour. He was still young, holding a knife that was too big for him, staring blankly at the corpse lying in the dark alley that could no longer get up, smiling silently.

There are still black and blue fingerprints on his slender neck, and there are marks left over from the fierce struggle on his body.The blood on the knife was washed away, and the light red trickle divided and merged into the drain. He held the handle of the knife tightly, expressionless.

The raindrops were like broken knives, tearing apart his innocence.

Cold—he just felt cold, very cold.In his heart, he shrunk himself into a ball, mourning the softness that had completely left him not long ago.

I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I can't keep you...I'm sorry...

In a trance, he seemed to vaguely hear the voice calling him, long and distant, each sound was lighter and farther, until his brain was filled with buzzing tinnitus.

This is not a pleasant memory, but it is just unpleasant, but it is deeply imprinted in his mind and cannot be shaken off.

It was the first time he had killed a human, but something was lost forever and never to be found.

He still remembers the mesmerizing sound of stabbing the knife into the opponent's heart and penetrating the muscles, and the blood gushing out brings the illusion of warmth and nostalgia to the skin.

The smell of blood became very light, and mixed with the wet breath of rainwater, it drifted into the wings of the nose, and a sticky astringent feeling adhered to his body. He felt that it was more like spoiled strawberry jam, and the dark and cloudy color was so similar.

Those reds and grays were completely rolled together, forming a vortex, his consciousness gradually drifted away, leaving his body forgotten in this unremarkable corner.

"Heh." He couldn't help but curled up his mouth and let out a pleasant hum, as if he had returned to that time, and the darkness that contained resentment, pain, and sourness overwhelmed him. .

"Evil... devil..." The man's struggling figure at the end melted into the silent golden-red flame, without a trace, like a strange dream, and no trace could be found.

Facing the unquenchable flame in the heavy rain, the young man murmured softly: "The so-called strength is just like that..." He got up to leave, his back was blurred in the gray rain, his canvas shoes opened the fine rain, and he stepped on The sound of pattering footsteps in the water gradually faded away.

In the wind, there were faint words that no one could hear, "It's really...so small..."

The dense water vapor is surrounded by layers, and the brown hair can be vaguely seen floating on the water and swimming quietly, leaning lazily on the stone, the hot and humid temperature makes him squint his eyes comfortably, and his thoughts are a little dull, and he starts to think about it. What happened over the past month.

Gathering, hanging out, reading, drinking coffee, soaking in hot springs, sitting quietly, sleeping, stargazing, occasionally killing a few people... It's really leisurely enough.

Such a day is not bad.

Although I don't mind enjoying it for a while, but the Shaman King competition is about to start in a week, and his plan will officially start to get on track, so there won't be so many opportunities to rest.

Can't help but sigh, it's troublesome enough, isn't it?God knows how much he hates trouble, but the tragedy is that it's unavoidable trouble, and it can't be kicked around like a rubber ball to save him from worrying about it all the time.

The feeling of being surrounded by water is a little addictive.

Every two or three days, he would go to this remote hot spring to soak in the hot springs. He said that the hot springs actually only had the boss and his wife.Judging from their appearance, it seems that they are not looking to make money, but more like welcoming passing travelers to tell them about their travel experiences in their spare time.

Jumping out of the hot spring suddenly, the long hair dragged the water and swung it in a beautiful and unrestrained arc, sticking to the skin docilely.

He really likes the brown-red hair, which is deep and quiet and hot, soft and shiny, flowing slowly like living bright red blood under the reflection of the flames.

Also, it's very long.I remember that when I first wore it, it was only up to my shoulders, and after more than a year, it was almost close to my waist.

Walking out of the hot spring, he put on his bathrobe casually, wiped off the water droplets flowing from his hair with the towel folded next to him, and gathered his hair up in a high ponytail at the back of his head.The originally somewhat feminine appearance instantly became sharp, as if the blade was about to come out of the scabbard, standing upright and straight, unconsciously walking towards the room with an aura that could not be ignored.

It is very rare for him to comb his hair into a single ponytail. Doing so will make his aura too sharp, and it will not be able to cover the emptiness and coldness in his eyes. It is too stupid to expose everything without doubt.

Although it's true that she looks a bit feminine when she usually wears her hair, but no one pointed it out (you killed them all, what do they say==?).

In the end, it's just a disguise. People always want to use whatever means to achieve their own goals, not to mention that he is already an expert, the best among them.

Hot springs are a good thing. I can temporarily forget about certain things and let go of my whole body. It’s no wonder Hao likes hot springs so much, and there are reasons to follow.

The old wooden floor, you can hear a slight shaking sound when you step on it with bare feet, and when you open the sliding door, a young and beautiful woman in the room is kneeling on the soft catkins, her head is lowered, like a graceful and luxurious woman. Elegant and virtuous like Yamato Nadeko.

"Master Ye Wang, did you encounter any happy things?" She slightly raised her right hand to cover her chin, but the smile in her eyes did not diminish, on the contrary, it became more and more charming.

"Ji Ji, are you making fun of me? Heh, she still looks the same." He looked at the beauty in front of him funny and helpless, it had been like this since before, and he missed it after a long time.

"How dare you, my concubine's status is just a guess," she said with a smile, but everyone who has been with her knows that she is a black-bellied person by nature, and she always likes to play tricks on others and make some harmless jokes. Just kidding, act in a very measured manner.

"Speaking of which, we haven't seen each other for hundreds of years. It's rare that you haven't been reincarnated yet. Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" He sat cross-legged, the water stains on his hair wet his black bathrobe, The already deep color was weighed down a bit.Quietly looking at her, the expression on her face has not changed, it is still calm and decent.

"Would you believe me if I said it was for Master Ye?" The four eyes met, and many complicated things were revealed from her eyes, so he naturally understood.He couldn't help but pursed his lips and sighed, and couldn't help feeling a little more sad, "When did I not believe what you said? Yuji, you know, I never asked you for anything, you don't need to do this."

"No, this concubine is just fulfilling her own duty. Lord Ye is satisfied with his willful concubine regardless of his concubine." She spoke slowly, sincerely, and bowed deeply to him, The gorgeous and wide twelve singles flowed all over the floor, and her black hair was methodically tied behind her head, making her weak and petite even more.

"This friendship..." How did she ask him to respond?After a hundred years of waiting, a hundred years of searching, no one can tell which one is the one that is more painful and lonely, and how does she stay in the same place silently, watching the sun rise and set alone, with no complaints from spring to autumn?

"I have never forgotten the promise I made with Lord Ye. Even if I have been staying in this place, I believe that I will meet Lord Ye again." She lifted her body, smiling brightly and pleasantly, just like she did in the past. The smiling face surrounded by hundreds of flowers is sincere, clean and pure.

"So you still remember, Yu Ji, I'm very happy." Especially she can smile like a flower again in front of him unchanged.She was half lying in his arms, her face buried in his kimono, her shoulders trembling, he supported her, stroked her hair with one hand, and patted her back with the other.

They maintained this position for a long time, and finally fell asleep hugging each other. Her hands held his clothes and the whole person curled up into a small ball in his arms. The thick twelve sheets acted as a quilt. She had long brown hair and long black hair The hair is entangled together, just like they used to cuddle each other alone in countless deserted nights.

After all, Yan Ji is a spirit body, even if she is warmed by his spiritual power, she is still a resident of the underworld, and she can touch it, but it feels unreal, without a trace of warmth.

That's why he was uneasy and fearful. If he hadn't been attracted by the aura of deja vu and passed by here, Yu Ji would have dissipated due to lack of spiritual power. She was just an ordinary person before she was alive, and only a few pieces of clothing he filled with spiritual power could persist. It's been a miracle for so long.

He caressed her face, as if the picture of her committing suicide in front of him overlapped with it, the blood splattered was shocking, but she said she didn't want his hunting clothes to be dirty, so she jumped into the sea of ​​fire...

He owes her too much, and all he can do is to accompany her as much as possible in the only time he has, so that she can reincarnate without regrets, and end the karma of all these entanglements.

Kissing her tear mole, two rare vermilion tear moles lined up a finger-width below the corners of the eyes, he hugged her tighter again, although he knew that he was just wishful thinking that doing so could pass on to her a little temperature.

They are all lonely people, they will only cuddle up and lick their wounds, watch the flashy changes in the fleeting years, and smile at each other occasionally, that's all.