Chapter 2: Funeral Songs

"It's time for me to go. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Mian Xing was still smiling gently and vicissitudes, he stood in the sea of flowers that were now all over Gensokyo, and said to himself.

Zhuxi still held an umbrella for him behind him, standing with him in this grand and gorgeous sea of flowers, listening without saying a word.

The woman's clear red eyes dimmed slightly, but for a moment, but for a moment. She stepped forward to Mian Xing's side and looked up at the man's upright face, as if she wanted to imprint it in the depths of her mind.

"There's no need to remember this face, it's all gone. ”

Mian Xing, who can't see, can not only perceive the gaze of others, but even perceive what others are thinking, as if he opened his mouth indifferently. He raised his hand and ravaged Zhuxi's full head with a slightly rough movement, but surprisingly was not beaten by the woman.

Because she understands that Mian Xing wants to comfort herself.

Despite the clumsiness of this comfort.

"You really don't understand the hearts of girls. ”

Chai Xi sighed.

"Perhaps, but what does it matter?" Mian Xing smiled indifferently, he raised his head, looked at the clear blue sky, and pressed the hand holding the umbrella of the sun.

"Put it away, even if it's me, I want to bask in the sun once in a while. ”

Zhu Xi obediently closed the parasol in her hand, she stared at Mian Xing but did not say a word, the sorrowful pain of gaining and losing was infarcted in her throat, making her silent.

"What's the matter, why do you have such an expression. You're chasing the sun, why do you want to be a little girl?"

For Mian Xing's soft admonition, Zhu Xi couldn't help but burst out laughing, that smile was like a frozen lake turning into water, dazzling and refreshing.

It was rare for Zhuxi to laugh so heartily, she laughed so much that her shoulders trembled slightly, she raised her hand to cover her gaffe with the back of her hand, and even bent down.

When the laughter finally stopped, and Zhu Xi straightened up and stretched out her hand to rub Mian Xing's face, she said with a smile and sorrow:

"I'm the youngest daughter. ”

"Really?" Mian Xing laughed heroically, "You finally admit it, this is the first time I've heard you say such a thing, it's worth it, it's worth it!"

Then, he crouched down, gently touched the delicate and fragile petals with his pale fingers, and sighed silently.

"You've done a great job, and you're all my pride. ”

"I will always remember you. ”

"I will always remember you. ”

Mian Xing had already stood up, and he turned his face to the serious expression of Zhuxi, and shook his head slowly.

"I don't need you to remember me forever. ”

"Because we'll meet again. ”

Zhu Xi's original frown was quickly unraveled, she showed a gentle smile and held up the umbrella, gently held the handle of the umbrella with both hands and leaned it on her shoulder, and replied:

"Then I'll wait for you. ”

The soothing tone was neither strong nor categorical, but the firmness contained in it was recognizable to anyone. Mian Xing nodded, smiling warmly.

"Okay, that's it. ”

He retracted his smile, turned his head, and took a step forward. It was only a step away, but at this moment, Mian Xing had a strong and huge aura of pathos that could not be dissolved, he raised his head slightly, stretched out his hands as if embracing the world, and chanted in a voice as desolate as the north wind.

"The body is dead, and he is buried in Shanyang. The mountains are majestic, and the sky is vast. There are trees in the mountains, and there are mourning in the country. The soul returns, in order to see the family state. ”

"When the body is dead, return to the burial mountain. Life is short, and the years go by. There is no life or death. The soul returns, to see the mountains and rivers. ”

"The body is gone, and he is buried at the foot of the mountain. The sky is high, and the wind is solemn. Hold on to the spirit of the flag. The soul returns, and the relatives are forever guarded. ”

After a funeral song was sung, Mian Xing's figure disappeared between heaven and earth with the tail note blown away by the wind, and there was no trace to be found.

Zhu Xi stared at the place where Mian Xing once stood for a long time, and the gentle and old figure seemed to be reflected in her eyes, she slowly reached out and tried to touch Mian Xing in her memory, but after all, she couldn't catch anything.

Wake up like a dream, and then.

Look blank.

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Wang Hui is now very harmoniously integrated into the group of Gensokyo, and he is active on various stages like a real monster, comfortable and relaxed. The premonition of death still hadn't gone away, but neither Wang Hui nor Flandorow cared much about it anymore.

Because four years have passed.

In the past four years, Wang Hao's personality has become more and more calm and gentle, although he can no longer be said to be full of anger, but he is always bloodthirsty and killing, and perhaps because these four years happen to be the adolescence of human beings, Wang Hui, who became a vampire as a teenager, will always be a teenager in appearance, but these 1,460 days and nights still make the heart in his cavity grow, so that he is not really like some monsters from life to death almost unchanged.

Yes, that's you, Ice Elf.

"You've met Gensokyo's strongest Lady Kiruno, why don't you bow down?"

Wang Yu sighed helplessly, he didn't even give Qi Luno an afterglow, the young man opened his five fingers and pointed at the ice goblin who was blocking him with his hands on his waist and shook it lightly, and countless scarlet silk threads tied it firmly into a zongzi. The big goblin who couldn't stop him and had to watch anxiously on the sidelines had already prepared to clap each other's hands, and the gust of breeze dragged the goblin-stuffed zongzi to the big goblin. The green-haired little girl nodded at Wang Yu and thanked her obediently, then dragged her head out and made a noise Qi Lunuo away, disappearing into Wang Hao's eyes.

"So, some youkai can't improve their intelligence in this life?"

"Hmm...... Not really, after all, goblins are a special case, and although they look like humanoids, they're actually closer to what you call 'pure yokai', big brother. Don't ask too much of natural phenomena? ”

Flandrew, who was riding on Wang Yu's shoulder, thought seriously for a moment and then replied, her pair of withered wings flapping slightly as she thought, and she looked really cute.

It's just that Wang Yu, who straddles Flandrew's neck like a father carrying his daughter, can't see it, he holds a red paper umbrella in his left hand to block the sun, although he is not afraid of this, but Flandrew can't.

"Then I should be glad I became a vampire in the first place......"

Wang Yu tugged at the corners of his mouth and laughed insincerely.

"yes, you have to thank Fran so much. ”

"Yes, yes, thank you to my family's Lord Fran for turning me into a vampire. ”

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I'm really a dog.,Since the author's words of the starting point are not displayed, why do you deliberately leave a place for this in the background.,Gan.。

I think everyone should know about it, but I'll mention it. The funeral song in the article comes from Yan Leisheng's "Tianxingjian", this funeral song is really well written, and it is desolate and tragic to read. By the way, I would like to recommend his "Buried Alive in the Night", a weight loss god.