【Sremiku】The Gate of Light

After parting with Sorey, Micurio quickly returned to Chuji's home.He calmed down and washed his face.Thinking about how to pass the time when Shi Lei was not around.Two days had passed since Sorey fell into a deep sleep again, but Micurio felt that he had been gone for a long time, and the parting scene seemed too far away, as far away as forgotten glass shards in the hut.Throughout the summer, Sorey's brief appearance became the most absurd and most splendid dream in his memory.

Unfortunately, he just waved his hand lightly, and the dream was shattered and disappeared in a piece of golden sunlight.

This time Micurio did not travel alone, but decided to settle on the ruins of Kamran.

He built a simple hut out of wood, only brought basic daily necessities, and lived like this.There is always a vase on his window sill, filled with clean water, and inserted a few small flowers picked at random from the lawn.Every day at noon, several hours of sunlight would come into his cabin, and the little wild flowers would be soaked in the sunshine like gold powder, and some of them could bloom for several days in a row.

Before the weather turned cold, he planted an apple tree in front of the cabin, hoping that in the coming spring or the next year, the pink flowers would cast a soft shadow to cover his cabin.

Although eating by himself is always tasteless, Micurio insists on maintaining the living habits of human beings.He would occasionally go to the woods to catch two young wild boars, and the residents would bring him potatoes, carrots and other vegetables, so the dishes he usually ate were boiled potatoes and stewed radishes.When he got tired of eating, he would sneak to the city to bring back wheat flour and cream, and make some desserts to pass the time.Although Sorey probably had been reincarnated as a Celestial Clan when he came back, but Micurio thought that his gluttonous temperament might never be changed in his life.

He couldn't finish the baked bread and snacks by himself.So Micurio put bread crumbs in a small dish on the window sill outside, and after a long time, it attracted many small birds in the woods, wagtails and chickadees.But the most common ones were the little sparrows, each of which was rounded up by the snacks, as if there was a full water polo stuffed in its stomach.

When he had nothing to do, Micurio would go to sit by the river, which gave him another trick to pass the time.There is a small stone bridge next to the mill in the upper reaches of the river. In autumn, the woods gradually turn golden red, the autumn grass is separated, and the fallen trees are rustling.Take a book that is so heavy that it is too heavy, and bring two fresh fruits, and you can easily spend a whole day on the stone bridge.

To add to the fun, Micurio planted an apple seed outside when he first moved into his new home.The apple tree at the entrance of the wooden house took longer than expected to take root and sprout, and the thriving young saplings stood upright with few flower buds on the branches.Micurio lay down by the window and counted the number of flowers, counting over and over again, as if he wanted to engrave the insignificant amount in his heart.He wondered if the flowers that bloomed in warmer weather would cast hazy shadows over the hut; he wondered how many fruits the tree would pick up when autumn came; he also wondered if Sorey would be lucky enough to eat it The first apples from the tree.

Just when Micurio thought of being in a trance, a few glaring white rays of light came out from the direction of the temple that had been lonely for a long time, and he stared blankly at the beam of light breaking through the air and reaching the sky.Then he suddenly thought of something, and anxiously opened the door and rushed to the temple on the top of the mountain.Micurio accelerated the rhythm of the soles of his feet, running at a speed that was almost flying.

"Srey, Sorey, is that you, Sorey?"

He kept asking himself the same question, looking forward to the answer emerging from the whistling wind.When he stood in front of the familiar pure white gate full of light, his mind could not turn, as if there was a piece of ice frozen in his skull.He didn't dare to move, as if his legs had been turned into stone statues by Medusa's gaze, and the stone powder would drop down when he moved.

The door opened.He held his breath, opened his eyes wide with all his strength, and stretched out his hand firmly in the direction of the door against the dazzling light.After waiting for a few seconds, someone pulled him from the other side of the door.The palm is large and strong, and the comfortable temperature is transmitted between the palms.Micurio pursed his lips and smiled, and pulled the person opposite the door out with a little force.He wanted to shout excitedly, but his mouth was covered by a pair of soft lips.Micurio didn't struggle, and leaned softly in his arms and chest, letting his hands caress his slender and fluffy hair.

"I'm back, Micurio."

"Welcome back, Sorey."

Journey Ends in Lovers' Meeting.