- "Xiaoya, rest for a while, this is the fruit I picked from the forest." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

The young man walked briskly with bright eyes and teeth, holding many wild fruits still connected to branches and leaves in his arms. The fruits come in different shapes and colors, making them attractive at first glance.

"Thank you..."

- "Xiao Ya, you have made great progress these days, and the master said that you are the most promising person among us to master the Wind Resisting Sword Technique. If one day, you become a great master, don't forget me~"

The young man's handsome face had grown a small velvet beard, and he stretched out his arm and wrapped his arms around the shoulders of the boy next to him, smiling brightly.

"Hmm... Well. ”

- "Xiaoya, I really didn't expect the war to go on to such a point..."

The boy finally grew into a handsome young man, and he gently closed his eyes and played a quaint brown shakuhachi with a look of devotion, and the song was full of sorrow and anxiety.

"The brothers have already joined the war, Xiaoya, you say... Will they be able to end this war? ”

"Maybe..."

"If they fail, it's our turn. If there really is such a day, Xiaoya, you must protect my eldest brother and me~" In the smile of the young man, you can still find the shadow of his innocent sunshine when he was young.

"Hmm..."

- "Stop! Don't run away, do you want to run away for the rest of your life!? ”

"Xiaoya!!"

The night was thick, and the moth eyebrow above the canopy of the sky bent in a cruel arc, like a scimitar shining with a cold light. The wind also seemed to become more cold and biting against the backdrop of the night moon.

The young man drew the long knife at his waist and shouted hoarsely at the figure not far ahead.

The figure shuddered slightly, and stopped.

"Let's shoot... Show me your much-admired swordsmanship! ”

As the words fell, the young man clenched his long knife, a touch of determination crossed his eyes, and rushed towards the figure in front of him.

In the night, the two figures sometimes intertwined, sometimes separated. The bright and brilliant swords that burst out when the two fought overshadowed the waning moon in the night sky.

After a long time, the two figures separated.

The young man was on his knees with a katana, his body trembling.

Another person walked over, hugged the crumbling young man, and spat out a cold voice: "Why do you have to do this, even you don't believe me..."

"Huh... Haha..."The young man shook his head and laughed as he heard the loss in the speaker's tone. But the blood that kept coughing up from his mouth made his laughter sound intermittent.

"What are you laughing at..."

"Of course I believe you... Ahem... But that elder died under the Wind Resisting Sword Technique... Cough... Xiaoya, what do you think other people will think? ”

“…… Why are you catching up, from childhood to adulthood, you have never been my opponent. After a moment of silence, another man spoke, his voice low and complex.

"Haha... Xiaoya you... Ahem... It's come to such a situation, you still don't leave me a little affection~" wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and the young man's face once again showed a sunny smile, which reminded people of the handsome young man who picked wild fruits for his younger brother under the scorching sun.

“… You. ”

"I know you didn't betray, you didn't kill...... But the superiors need an explanation, an explanation... Ahem... Great, now that this matter is finally coming to an end, and after I die, those people will never be embarrassed by our people again. The young man leaned into the arms of the people beside him and slowly closed his eyes. Feeling the liquid constantly falling on his face, the young man smiled again, but this time his smile was bitter and sentimental.

"What are you crying about... Xiaoya, you haven't cried since you were a child... Ahem, ahem... How can you cry for my brother, who is not a master? With his eyes closed and trembling hands, the young man pulled his beloved shakuhachi from his waist.

The young man did not dare to say any more, he did not want the last meeting between the brothers to end in weak tears.

The young man lifted the shakuhachi slowly, but his injuries made it extremely difficult for him to move. Suddenly, a hand reached over and helped the young man fix the shakuhachi to the young man's mouth.

The corners of the young man's mouth curled, his eyes closed, he nodded his head, and then began to play.

The melody is melodious and moving, and the desolate melody is very much in harmony with the surrounding scenery, but the song is intermittent due to the occasional cough of youth.

"Try to live, ahem... Ahem, stop getting lost in hatred, get away from here, go to a... Ahem... Go to a remote place where no one has heard of your name..."The young man could no longer maintain the posture of playing the shakuhachi, and he hung his hands weakly, and the brown shakuhachi slid down his chest, stained with a blinding scarlet.

"Remember, don't think about revenge... Hate such a terrible thing... Cough... Ahem... It's going to loop, stop crying, laugh... Ahem..."The young man's eyes opened a slit, "You rarely smiled since you were a child... Laugh a little, ahem... I don't want the last Xiaoya in my memory to be a crying coward~"

After ......hearing this, the other person gritted his teeth and tilted his face slightly, so as not to let the tears in his eyes overflow again. His skin was punctured by his teeth, and blood was oozing, but he didn't realize it.

"Quick... Ahem... Laugh one..."

The other held back tears, lowered his head, looked at the young man, and raised the corners of his mouth as best he could. But the muscles of his face trembled uncontrollably, making his smile seem strange and far-fetched.

"Remember the first time you felt the power of the wind... Ahem... When the time came... Cough... But it scared the hell out of us. ”

"Hmm..."

After hearing this familiar response, the young man seemed to have returned to the days when he practiced in the sword art dojo. At that time, by his side, there would always be a little boy who was extremely delicate but did not smile.

Thinking about it, the young man couldn't help but cry, and he tried to make the corners of his mouth go up, as if he wanted the other person to remember his smile, not to imprint his current embarrassed appearance in his mind.

But in the end, the youth failed. He closed his eyes forever, stopped crying, and a smile on his lips that was unfinished but warm as the sun.

……

When the song ended, the audience fell silent.

Ya closed his eyes, and two lines of tears appeared on his delicate cheeks.

The female classmates in the kendo club had already burst into tears, and even some of the sensual boys had red eyes.

For a while, everyone's eyes were focused on Ya, who closed his eyes and stood upright.

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ps: I accidentally overwrote, and I shouldn't have listened to the typing of "The Last Battle...... Hold a grass......

There should be a shift in the evening, so that I can relieve my emotions, something is not quite right, and it is easy to say okay?