Bird Reimu Dance · Returning Night

In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight poured on the vast grassland in Mobei, stretching endlessly.

In the area where the green grass meets the blue sky in the distance, you can see cattle and sheep walking slowly when the wind blows and the grass moves, and you can faintly hear the shepherd humming a light tune.

I walked them silently for a long time until I reached an inconspicuous green hill.

In front of the hill, there is a short and slanting stone tablet standing mottled against the twilight, but there is no word engraved on it.

"It's here."

I took a deep breath, turned around, and said to Murong Ying and Wei Xinyue who were standing behind me in a daze,

"According to that person's last wish, I buried them here and together."

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a year ago.

"Drive! Drive! Drive!"

The carriage was speeding, and Duan Wuyou beat the horse desperately.

In the bumpy carriage, she kept her head down, tightly hugging the woman in scarlet in her arms, motionless like a wooden sculpture.

The long wind blew her blood-stained hair through the thin curtain, and the faint morning light also intertwined obliquely behind her. Transparent and fragile thin wings.She lowered her eyes quietly and looked at me kneeling in the carriage, weeping and hugging Murong Ying whose body was getting cold gradually.I can't even describe the look on his face.

I feel cold, but I can't describe how cold it is. It seems that because it is too cold, it has penetrated into the bone and marrow, but I no longer feel anything.

I can't remember how I followed her into the carriage to Mobei. I barely remember a drop of warm blood dripping down the mutated knife tip to my forehead.Under the glare of the sun, a light and shadow that was so thin that it seemed to disappear at any time forced the handle of the knife to me.

"Lin Mu... please be sure to put this knife away...I will tell you a secret...sorry...I have no time...but if it is you...maybe there is still time ..."

It wasn't until a long and melodious morning bell rang suddenly, with solemnity and compassion, as if it came to our ears from a far, far away place, that I raised my head as if awakened from a dream, and raised my eyes blankly.

I saw her face sideways, looking out of the window in a daze.

After a long time, she slowly turned her head, and suddenly patted the car body weakly, Duan Wuyou hurriedly reined in and looked back, looking at her nervously.

"Mr. Duan...is Lianyun Temple ahead?" she asked.

Duan Wuyou nodded.

"Lin Mu...you come with me."

She didn't explain anything, and while speaking, she hobbled out of the carriage with the woman in her arms.

I froze for a moment, but suddenly saw blood dripping from under her black robe, my brain buzzed, and I hurriedly chased after her.

She walked up the stairs with heavy steps, and the monks who were sweeping the floor looked at the magnificent and tragic scene in disbelief, not even daring to breathe, they all subconsciously and silently made way for her covered in blood.

Except for the slight sound of the wind inspiring the robes and the faint blood in the air, there is silence between the heaven and the earth.

"I used to believe in gods and Buddhas, but gods and Buddhas didn't show mercy to me. Instead, they made fun of the vows I made at the beginning... So I stopped believing in them, and the retribution came one after another."

Standing in the treasure hall, she looked up at the towering Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and murmured slowly.

I walked behind her, just in time to hear her say this, I thought she must be distraught at this time, but when I didn't want to raise my eyes to look at her, I saw her expression was extremely stable and calm, like a dream.

She squatted down slowly, and placed the woman on the futon in front of the Buddha very gently. She stretched out her bloody hand and gently swayed the woman's withered lips, then slowly lowered her head, and pressed it very gently.

And the gods and Buddhas are high above, watching everything happening below with a smile on their lips as always.

I just felt that what I saw was too desperate and cruel, and an overwhelming sense of powerlessness enveloped me. Although I tried my best to clenched my fists, tears still fell down again.

He bowed his head, crying uncontrollably.

"Lin Mu...don't shed tears for people like me...people like me...will only bring you misfortune...."

She suddenly said quietly, but she didn't look back at me.

"Look, it's dawn...it's going to be over...soon...soon..."

Her voice stopped abruptly, her body shook violently, and a low and suppressed moan came out of her throat.

I raised my eyes suddenly, and hurried forward.

Just one look, and I broke down completely and burst into tears.

"Master! Why... why?!"

I saw that she was holding a dagger, which had been deeply inserted into her heart.

"Okay...it's over...in this life...in this life...I'm responsible for Xiaoti...I'm not worthy of her love and expectations for me...She saved me with all her heart and soul ...Now I can only repay it with the blood of my heart..." She looked past me and settled on the compassionate God and Buddha behind me, and she said with an air, "Bodhisattva...all the sins and sins I am willing to bear the pain...I just ask...if there is an afterlife...please don't let her meet me again..."

"Master...don't talk...I'll save you...I'm a doctor...I can save you..." My knees softened and I fell to my knees in front of her, desperately holding her chest There was red blood coming out, and he frantically tried to tear off his sleeves to bandage her, but his hands were already trembling and he couldn't control them.

"child..."

I was stunned until a pair of bloody hands touched my cheek.

"I'm sorry to get you involved...I'm sorry to stain your saving hands with blood...you know...Actually, I never thought of subverting the world...and I don't like killing people at all. ..At first, I just thought that my father could love me, my mother and concubine could be by my side, my brothers could treat me as siblings, and Ge'er could dance happily forever...so maybe I don't have to go far to Mobei Live up to that proud girl..." She paused and began to cough up blood heavily, "But I was wrong...I'm so self-deceiving...No matter what I do...People like me always It's hard to have a happy ending...it seems like I'm the only one in the world..."

She smiled and coughed up blood, "And you...only you...looks so similar to me...and so different...so sorry...last last...I think... Maybe only you can truly understand me..."

"Lin Mu...can you understand me...can you understand me?"

She was staring at me with difficulty, bleeding from her mouth, she seemed to have hidden too much to say, but it was very difficult to do it.

I was crying in pain, my mind was in a mess, and I couldn't answer anything except crying.

"I gave my heart back to Xiaoti...my body should stay with her in Mobei...that is her home...I can't let her go home alone...but my soul ...Only my soul... When will I be able to return home? I want to see Ying'er put on her wedding dress...I also want to see what Ling'er looks like when she grows up...I still want to...still think..."

Her shallow eyes covered with mist began to slacken, and her voice became softer and softer, but suddenly, the back of her hand convulsed, as if someone had stabbed her heart, she suddenly grabbed my wrist, Breathing rapidly, "It's too late... It's too late... Lin Mu... You have to listen to me..."

I gritted my teeth in pain, and nodded vigorously, but her eyes suddenly became hollow and dim again. Only when I put my ear close to her lips, could I barely hear her mouth vaguely, "...you... .The tears you shed for me in this life...I have no time to pay back...Only the next life...the next life..."

"Ah...look!"

She suddenly let out a low cry, let go of my wrist, and weakly grabbed the air, "So there are also pear blossoms here...it's like snowing...Look...how beautiful..."

She slowly opened her bloody palm, as if there was a white and flawless snowflake lying inside, and after a moment of stagnation, it fell silently.Her pupils were slack and quietly staring at the sky, motionless, not for a moment.But there was a faint smile on the corner of her lips, although it was not too warm, it would never dissipate.

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After quietly listening to me finish the part of the past that I wanted to forget, Wei Xinyue slowly stepped forward and knelt down in front of the wordless mound.

After kowtowing three times with tears in her eyes, she silently took off the skin bag of kumiss from her waist and quietly sprinkled it in front of the stone tablet.

Murong Ying has been standing absent-mindedly, with no sadness or joy on her face.

I looked at her anxiously, "Yingying..?"

She seemed to have recovered, and said slowly to me, "Can I borrow your knife?"

"What are you going to do?" I immediately became nervous, afraid that she would not be able to think about it and would follow Master.

"Don't worry, with you here, I won't give up on myself again."

She saw through my worries at a glance, and said softly, "I used to always blame my father...but now that I think about it...maybe my father is the most pitiful person in the world...for a long time...it seems I was angry with my father, I didn't do anything... Now that God has given me another chance, I just want to do something for my father."

I stared at her for a long time. After years of cocooning, that cool butterfly finally broke out of its cocoon and became a butterfly again, and really grew up.

Also really free.

I didn't say anything more, bent down, took out the short blade from the boot, and handed it to her.

She took it, knelt in front of the stele, drew her blade and carved strokes on the stone.

"Let's go."

After a long time, she stood up and returned the blade to me.

"There is another story ending waiting for us to complete, isn't it?"

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At dusk, when the shepherd who was driving his cattle and sheep home passed the unremarkable green hill, he was slightly taken aback.

"what?"

He jumped off the bull's back and walked over slowly.

The golden sunset just sprinkled on the stele, and it looked warm.

I don't know when five Chinese characters with beautiful handwriting were engraved on it:

'Amu and Xiaoti. '