The two spoke at the same time, but Hatsunohara turned around and grabbed the shoulder of the ancient painting fan, looked at her face fixedly, and spoke again: "Do you know? I still remember my aunt's voice and face. Do you know? How shocked I was when I first met you. Do you know? How similar you are to that aunt—" The murmured words could not tell what was in my heart, and what I thought, and what I thought.

A light sigh poured out, and when the ancient painting fan heard this, he could still guess who the aunt in Hatsunohara's mouth was.

"This piece was written by my mother—" sighed the ancient painting fan.

At this point, the original blessing of the beginning had already been thought through in his heart, and he was also thinking at the beginning, is there really two people who are so similar in time? But if this is the explanation, there is no longer doubt.

"Mother, she's been here before." The ancient painting fan sighed lightly, but when he thought of the mention of the master of the sky, and all kinds of things in recent days, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't think of a reason. Just give up.

"The first time we met, you already wondered why you didn't bring it up now. I said, "Why are you a prince, like a splash in the market, always appearing on all kinds of occasions when I appear!" Gu Huafan glared at him and said.

The doubts in my heart were solved, and I learned about this relationship, Hatsunohara swept away the haze of Fang Cai, and chuckled: "A handsome boy like me follows you, and you are still not satisfied?" ”

"Who said that he lost his temper and broke all the small trees on this mountain road! Is this something that a handsome boy can do? The ancient painting fan snorted and retorted.

Hatsunohara flicked his sleeves and chuckled unaffected, "Who hasn't had an hour?" When you were a child, you must have been spoiled by your aunt and had no power to restrain the chicken, even if you were angry, I am afraid that you would not even be able to climb to the top of this mountain! ”

When the ancient painting fan heard this, he smiled lightly, looking at the endless raindrops and mountains in a trance.

Seeing her like this, Hatsunohara immediately restrained his smile and said softly, "What's wrong?" ”

"My mother died when I was five years old. Over the years, I was separated from my brother and stayed in a nunnery. But as you said, I really couldn't climb this mountain when I was a child! The ancient painting fan chuckled, but his eyes were immersed in gloom.

Hearing this, Hatsunohara looked at the ancient painting fan in disbelief, he didn't expect that the fairy-like aunt had already passed away for many years.

"Although you and your aunt look similar, they are two completely different feelings. You are like the first sun on this calm primordial plain, although hazy, it still exudes infinite light, destined to be brilliant. So, please don't get caught up in the past, and you can't get caught up in the past. May the Lord of the First Plains bless you! Hatsunohara reached out and plucked a green leaf, dropped the raindrops above it onto the palm of the ancient painting fan, and then slowly closed her palm.

This is the wholehearted blessing of one person of the Hatsuhara tribe to another.

The ancient painting fan was stunned and felt the warm feeling after the cold of his palm for a moment, stretched out a hand and patted Hatsunohara's shoulder, and chuckled: "Don't worry!" I know how to go in the future! As you said, I am the first sun, and naturally I want to radiate endless brilliance! ”

The two met and smiled, as if they were in the wilderness.

It was only later when they looked back today that they knew that even though the early sun was full of light, it would eventually go to the end of the light, to the darkness, to the extinction.

――

She had been in the attic for a few days, during which time Hatsunohara had visited her many times, and with her mother's relationship, the two of them were now quite acquainted, as if they had known each other for many years.

And Gu Weikong also came once, and after being turned away, he didn't come again. Later, I heard Hatsunohara chuckle and said that he was driven away, so he laughed and stopped.

is still wrapped in wild fruits, playing the piano, writing, and painting when he has nothing to do, but he is more relaxed than ever.

It's just that the bloodstained dream that I dreamed of at midnight still haunted her and lingered.

――

On this day, the breeze was cool, and the ancient painting fan sat alone on the attic windowsill, playing tunes, waiting for the arrival of Hatsunohara, and he said that he would come to visit today.

The melodious and elegant sound of the piano poured out, echoing in the jungle, but it pointed the way forward for those who came.

Dressed in plain robes, Emperor Chunyuan, who was walking with hurried steps, was walking firmly, and was suddenly attracted by the sound of the piano. The familiar tune came from that familiar direction, and his heart trembled slightly.

He continued to stride towards it, but his steps staggered a little.

At last he saw the attic again, he had never been here for so long, and he had never dared to set foot here, because it was full of memories that made him happy but painful.

The events of that year were destined to be unforgettable for him for the rest of his life.

The attic is close in front of him, and the sound of the piano seems to be in his ears, looking at the windowsill, a woman in a lilac dress is plucking the strings with her head down, and the side face that is carved into the bone marrow at a glance will never be forgotten by him.

His heart was beating wildly, and he felt that the heart, which had been dead for many years, came to life again, and he staggered to step forward, but was blocked by a figure.

Dressed in a plain robe, with a still kind face, he is a master of stopping the sky.

"Master of Sky Stopping? Look, look there! Emperor Chunyuan couldn't help but be surprised, and pointed to the figure on the windowsill and said.

Master Zhikong said softly: "Your Majesty, please come with the old man, those past events, the old man will tell the emperor one by one today." ”

Emperor Chunyuan was stunned, looking at the face of the Sky Stopping Master, full of disbelief.

But looking at the figure by the window, I was really reluctant to leave.

Master Zhikong sighed lightly, and said, "Mingyue's girl has been dead for many years—"

This sentence was like thunder, Emperor Chunyuan staggered back, but his eyes were firmly fixed on the familiar side face, and he muttered: "Master Mo is not lying to me, isn't it-"

"Please come with the old man!" Master Sky Stopper said softly.

In fact, no matter how much Emperor Chunyuan didn't want to believe it, this was the truth after all. The smoke of the past is very important to his traction, and others know how important it is.

Eventually, the two of them walked slowly towards the depths of the forest.

In the attic, the ancient painting fan is still caressing the strings, and the fingertips are jumping, playing a song of death.

――

It was a breezy day, and in the delicate attic, a woman dressed in purple sang a cappella tune, plucked the strings, and occasionally flew butterflies and dragonflies. The silent Mingyue Pavilion is a happy and elegant scene.

Such days seemed to be coming to an end, and the woman in purple gently fiddled with the dried medicinal herbs in the courtyard, thinking in her mind where the medicinal herbs were ripe, and she might as well dig them up again. I'm going to make some more sweet cakes for the little boy the day before, maybe he's already waiting there. (To be continued.) )