I had a dream in which the boy wandered in the endless snowfield, climbed the temple of the gods, and finally returned to the hometown he wanted to return to, but in the end he was greeted by a desperate situation with no way back.

In the end, what kind of mentality did he hold towards death?

I can't think of it, and I can't think about it. I can only apologize for this, and I can't help but feel guilty and regretful...... If...... If I had known that if I could have chosen again, then I might have been able to give him a different life.

Not necessarily happy, but at least not so desperate and transient.

"Fold, it's time to wake up."

I opened my eyes to the familiar wooden ceiling, the polished red planks with a natural fine swirling wood grain, elegant in color, and a light aroma in some warm room temperatures, a little like the fragrance of nanmu and some of the balsamic notes of pine - no doubt this is my room.

Slightly tilted his head, and then what caught my eyes was a quiet and soft side face; She sat on the edge of the bed, holding her cheek with her palm, looking at me with extraordinarily soft eyes, and the faint warm yellow sunlight from the window plated the edge of her cheeks with a layer of gold, reflecting the white skin white and red, like the white peony petals of the sedum family, so delicate that people want to reach out and caress them.

My heartstrings trembled heavily, and I subconsciously turned my head to avoid showing an embarrassed posture, but then I remembered that Liren had said that he had injured the person who attacked me, and my heart rose again, and I quickly stood up and looked at Jing who was sitting at the head of the bed: "Sister...... You're not hurt, are you? ”

She nodded her head "well", stood up and turned in a circle in front of the bed, the orange dress that was over the knee swayed like a flower bone swaying in the wind, the figure with a faint feminine silhouette rotated lightly, and the posture between movement and stillness was extremely elegant and feminine, without the slightest sense of stagnation or inconvenience.

I looked at Jing's graceful posture that continued to rotate like a dance, and for the first time I knew that she actually had such a dance foundation, judging from the balanced and soft hand and foot movements, she must have practiced some kind of dance in school, right? And it lasted for a long time.

Pulling back the thoughts that were a little fluttering for a while, I couldn't help but have doubts in my heart again.

Judging from the words of Rito and the memories that belonged to him in the world on the side of the fantasy realm, the person who attacked him at that time was indeed injured by his counterattack, although the person had been hiding in the darkness and attacking with mana, but in the end, the figure that Rito saw fleeing was indeed somewhat similar to Jing. Moreover, Jing was really nowhere to be found at the time, and she was hypnotized by her close friend Suiko, all of which revealed a great abnormality, so I had already tacitly assumed that the person who attacked Rito was Jing - as for her reason for doing so, it is still unknown.

But now, judging from Jing's movements, there are obviously no signs of injury on her body, and her actions are probably indicating this to me. Did I guess wrong from the beginning? Is it not Jing who attacks the Liren, but someone else?

I had doubts in my heart, and was about to ask directly, but my eyes happened to meet Shangjing's slightly upturned eyes, the pair of emerald green eyes like a crescent moon like a pool of clear blue water and cold pools, and a shallow smile revealed in the bottomless hazy turquoise, which seemed to remind me silently - fold, I know what you are thinking.

The words that came to my lips were swallowed back, and I thought about it for a while, and thought about it in reverse, if this thing really had nothing to do with Jing, then judging from her character, she probably wouldn't have deliberately made this gesture now.

How, exactly?

My mind spun around a few times, and finally I decided to put the problem down, and now that the matter is over, it seems that there is no need to pursue the truth - sometimes, the more you know, it is not perfect or happy, but can make things more troublesome and make your situation worse.

"My sister used to practice dancing, and the movements ...... Well, it's beautiful. ”

I made up my mind, so I didn't want to continue to pester, so I casually found an excuse to start a new topic: "But how does it look a bit like Kagura Mai's posture, right...... It's very similar to the dance of the shrine maiden at the town flower festival last year, especially the action of stroking the face and supporting the sleeves, which is exactly the same. ”

"It's called "Flower Fan", and the action you are talking about is to cover your face with falling flowers, which is used to convey to God the beauty of flowers and the retention of spring."

After a pause, Ying Ying bowed down and sat on the tatami mat on her knees, her hands other than the big fingers tilted inward at 90 degrees and pressed on the ground in front of her knees, bending slightly to signal the end of the dance and the return of spring to the gods—this series of movements is skillful and elegant, and there are no mistakes or rustiness, if you change into a shrine maiden costume, holding a fan with Baise flowers as the fan surface and flower branches as fan bones, you must be able to win the favor of all the audience even if you perform in public at the festival.

I suddenly had the illusion that Jing's dancing posture was not inferior even to the shrine maidens I saw at the town flower festival last year, and even more skillful and calm than them, and the posture was more perfect - of course, this is only from the perspective of a spectator, and the more subtle things are not something I can understand.

Looking at Jing's dancing, I suddenly remembered Shiyin Aoyama, whom I met not long ago, and Shizun's somewhat strange attitude after meeting Shiyin Aoyama. Both of them have practiced a dance called "Flower Fan", could it be that the two have known each other for a long time? But looking at Shiyin Aoyama's attitude at that time, she didn't seem to know Jing.

With such doubts, I tentatively asked Jing, who stood up in a folded position, "That's the case, speaking of which, I know a friend, who seems to be the witch who dances this kind of dance at the Zhenhua Festival, I don't know if you recognize her?" Her name is ......"

"I know, Aoyama...... Shiyin, I know her. ”

Before I could say my name, the words were interrupted by Jing, her originally calm face was like a summer with changeable weather, instantly enveloped in a layer of gloomy color, and the extremely complex expressions changed rapidly on her face, and finally there was only a trace of deep disgust: "I hate this person, I hate this name." fold, don't associate with her in the future. ”

I swallowed back the phrase "why" before I could ask it, and I looked at Jing's uncertain face, and one question after another appeared in my heart, but I couldn't figure out why she had such a violent dislike for Shiyin Aoyama.

Jing and I fell silent, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little dead. After a while, Shizune stood up and walked outside, her well-proportioned and slender feet, including thick black stockings, stepping on the tatami mats without sound, as if they were as light and weightless as ghosts.

"I'll bring you breakfast."

She opened the sliding door and walked out, but instead of closing it with her backhand, she stopped moving. After about ten seconds, he turned sideways and looked at me with twinkling eyes: "Sha is going home in the afternoon, didn't you promise her to go to the hospital with her to visit her mother?" If it's okay, hurry up and prepare. ”

Listening to her mention the veil, I couldn't help but think back to what happened last night, the beautiful face with a touch of blood on the corner of my lips came to mind, those cold eyes, and bright red hair...... Everything is so familiar, and so unfamiliar, just at a glance completely subverted all my previous perceptions of yarn - although I know very well that the "yarn" at that time and my own yarn are two completely different people, but the subconscious seems to be seriously affected, and I always can't help but think that maybe that may be the true face of yarn.

The so-called fear of being bitten by a snake for ten years is somewhat similar to my current mentality. Because the mind is subjected to a special stimulus, it has an abnormal sensitivity to the source of this stimulus, and even rises to the level of physiological allergies.

This is a disease, and it must be cured.

I teased myself, watched Jing pull the door and leave, and then began to adjust and repair my psychology, and at the same time sat up and tried to move my body, and then I was surprised to find that there was no pain in my chest and abdomen after being hit hard yesterday, even if I pressed it with my hand, I didn't feel any damage.

After trying several times and not finding a problem, I not only did not breathe a sigh of relief, but became a little nervous, and sometimes if the pain was not obvious, it could be more serious. There are many organs that are damaged without pain, and it is not gradually reported until the organ fails, and it is not through pain, but through blood in the urine, difficulty breathing, and edema all over the body...... and other severe symptoms come out.

However, at this level, it is very difficult to save the patient, and most of them must undergo organ transplantation to be saved.

Thinking about it like this, my heart was a little weak, and I wondered if I should ask someone to help check my body - by the way, I went to the hospital with Yarn to visit Miss Liuzhi in the afternoon to check if there was anything wrong with my body.

With my mind in mind, I finally turned my gaze to the low table indoors...... No, to be more precise, it is to shift my gaze from reality to the aetheric world constructed by the fantasy realm, this fantasy world overlaps with the real world in my perception, and everything that exists in the five senses is mapped into it, forming an environment and things that are indistinguishable from the real world.

It's like constructing a mirror projection of the real world in my spiritual world, reflecting everything in the real world. If we don't deliberately use etheric consciousness to distinguish between reality and illusion, then in my eyes, the boundary between reality and illusion is difficult to distinguish at all, and even sometimes, fantasy will overwhelm reality, making reality ambiguous and bizarre.

The ceiling was carved out of the wall with two huge holes like water tanks, and there was no blue color in the hole where the blue sky should have been seen, but two huge golden eyes flowing with golden light—Ted's huge body was already more than twenty meters long, and he couldn't squeeze into the room at all, so he used two fingers to make two holes in the roof, and peeked into the room.

To be honest, if it weren't for the help of the etheric sense, I would have been scared by this guy as soon as I opened my eyes - anyone who woke up and saw a pair of golden eyes about the size of a water tank spinning around on the top of their heads.

Ted's eyes flickered, looking at me, then at the low table; On the side of reality, which should be empty, on the side of the fantasy world, there is an adult woman with black hair and black eyes. She sat leisurely and naturally at the low table, her straight buttocks pressed against the ankles wrapped in black stockings, her back was straight and straight, her black hair was as black as ink and her waist was reached, and her thighs and calves wrapped in black stockings were tight, and her white flesh color was faintly revealed from the black.

She wore a black dress and a black slim sweater in the same style as Jing's clothes, but in different colors, both of which highlighted the soft curves of her body, making the perfect balance between slender and plump more eye-catching-this almost everything pure black formed an extremely strong color contrast with her snow-white skin, which stimulated people's eyes and gave people a particularly vivid impression at the same time, revealing a cold, gloomy temperament. It even makes people feel that there seems to be something particularly dangerous hidden in her body, and this feeling is like a bottomless pit and vortex in front of her, as long as you get close, you will pull people into an abyss that you cannot break free.

When I looked at her, she was playing with the teacups and kettles on the low table with great interest, turning the straight ceramic teacups with no water around on her fingers, and then grabbing the S-shaped spout of the kettle with her other hand and shaking it several times - like a baby with a curiosity about everything, she could use anything she could grab as a toy.

"Nistina...... You shouldn't have a problem calling it that, right?"

After a moment's hesitation, I accosted the woman.

"Eh......"

She answered, put down her teacup and kettle, and turned to look at me, her finely crafted face with a soft smile, "Yes, Ain." This is the name you have given me, so please call me as such. ”

"Explain it then, you...... How did it come about? ”

I stared at her closely, feeling a little heavy. All along, I thought that my fantasies were confined to mental interference, and at best they could only affect the consciousness of others. But now, this perception has been turned upside down - a few months ago, the supposed dead Rito was resurrected in a strange form, and the reason for this is related to the difficulty of distinguishing whether it is an illusion or a real "life" in front of him.

The resurrection of the deceased interfered with reality with illusions, and even gave the resurrected Rito the power of magic, and on the last day of the Snow Festival, the festival was a mess, and even caused the death of Mr. Kawakami and the injury of Mika, and the whole town became a mess.

"Of course it was Ain who gave birth to me in this new world."

The curvature of her lips widened slightly, and her smile was full of deep meaning: "Maybe you didn't realize it, but everything that is happening now is caused by yourself." The reappearance of the child named Rito Yokoyama and my birth are all in accordance with your wishes. He prayed to you for his return and salvation, and your response to Him allowed me to be born—even if it was only a thought that was too small for you to even perceive. ”

Her words were unexpected, and I couldn't help but remember everything that had happened during this time—if it weren't for me, I wouldn't have died. If people don't die, the Xiaojing brothers won't have the idea of resurrecting the dead. And if the Koi brothers don't carry out the experiment of resurrecting the dead and dead, Mamura will not have a chance to step out of the Hachicho standard, and those children who are related to me may not have to die. If none of this had happened, yesterday's snow festival would have ended without such turmoil.

And also...... If it weren't for me, Jing probably wouldn't have become as abnormal as she is now.

Is it all because of me?

There was a bitter taste in my mouth, and I couldn't deny the possibility, even if I tried to deceive myself with the theory that I was at the scene of a car accident and didn't necessarily have anything to do with it, but there was no doubt that I was an indispensable figure in this series of events, and I could even say that without me, none of these things would have happened.

Just thinking about it makes any self-deception unconvincing.

The truth is, I'm at the heart of this chain of events, and everything revolves around me. And in the middle of this, I ended up failing to do anything, even if I helped Mamura, it was only to redeem a little bit of my own mistakes, but more mistakes were irreparable.

The ultimate responsibility for everything that happened this time must be placed on me, and I cannot be shirked or cleared.

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