"Even if the fragile cicada is destroyed, my soul will only be freer, I am here, with you"

The thick green woods are ruled by the grand chirping of cicadas, endlessly, as if they will stretch forever.

He Yanfang liked this feeling of grandeur and remoteness very much, and he preferred to be in nature rather than dealing with people—probably the essence of wood and stone after all.

He returned to his humble hut and opened the door to smell the cool and elegant aroma. Subconsciously looking at the desk under the window, a branch of hibiscus is blooming in a snow-colored porcelain vase, the pink petals are stretched out layer by layer, and the bright yellow stamens are still dewy.

He walked over and gently stroked the heavy petals, smiling slightly.

He has always lived his monotonous life in a lonely place, no matter how much he likes poetry, he has never cared about his living environment. But Yu Xuan will always inadvertently bring him bright colors, in winter there are strong and thin mountain plums, in spring is the new flowers of the four fields, she always gives him the same feeling as herself, persistent and enthusiastic in any environment.

After sitting down and reading a book for a while, the girl's youthful breath jumped like a mountain stream. He looked up, and the girl with the hairpin and the mountain flower had already appeared in front of the window smiling.

"When did you come back?"

"Before sunrise. This time, Bin Man escaped. ”

"He's really a tough demon to deal with, next time. ”

The girl lowered her head unwillingly: "He does a lot of evil, if I can, I still want to get rid of him as soon as possible......"

After she finished speaking, she raised her head and looked at him again: "How did you say that he obtained the ability to manipulate the dead?"

"He is the essence of the three armed forces, and from the very beginning he has a strong will to 'not want to die'. 'Even if the body is not his own, he must live by it', so he has to start from the weak point of man and manipulate the soulless body, which is the original meaning of his 'march to the death'. He wasn't interested in Binman's motives or anything like that, so he thought about it before answering.

"Use the soulless form ......" Yu Xuan muttered thoughtfully as he leaned against the window, playing with something in his hand.

"What's in your hand?"

"The cicada is moulting. Yu Xuan stretched out her hand, and her hibiscus white and red palm lay quietly on the empty shell of the cicada, a small curl there, the light brownish yellow fragile shell was slightly transparent-

It is the same as the body of a man who has lost his soul.

"Empty has the form of the past, but it has no life, and if you want to leave a meaning in the world, you will probably have to turn to dust. Rarely, the girl's smiling face showed a slight sadness.

Hearing this, he also faintly felt uncomfortable, and He Yanfang couldn't help lowering his eyes.

"Actually, this time because of the presence of the soldiers, I have a near-death feeling again......" the girl said flatly, and chuckled again, "Unlike when I sighed and did nothing, I just thought, 'I want to see you'...... Maybe I'm finally starting to look like a normal woman. ”

Without waiting for him to respond, she suddenly reached out to hug him through the window: "Yan Fang, if I die, I will definitely remember you, and my heart will definitely not be manipulated." ”

With a stump in his heart, he couldn't help but hug the slender and stoic body of the girl Hanmei: "...... Don't say this kind of thing, you are strong enough, and you still have me. ”

"No, life and death are impermanent, we are born as military generals, if we don't say everything, maybe we will never have a chance again," Yu Xuan raised his head, his dark eyes burning silently with determination, "Didn't you often say it before, if I don't change, I will definitely have a short life." ”

That's why I'm afraid, I obviously have the power to perceive countless ugliness, but I'm still too persistent and overzealous, and if I continue like this, I'm destined to become a target, right?

But...... What is it to like this silly girl and be determined to protect herself? Will be morally bound and only for a glimpse of the thousands of wind lotuses? The blood-colored glow that swayed without scruples is also the flower of a short life that leaves emptiness after the grand event, and he who pursues stability...... I hate this the most!

Feeling the trembling hidden in his strength, Yu Xuan buried himself in his arms: "I know...... I don't want to die, I'll do everything I can to protect my own ......"

After hesitating in his speechlessness, she still resolutely raised her head, and the scattered light in the middle of summer all fell on those eyes: "If there is really that irreparable day, you must kill me and let me be free." Of course, if you're manipulated, I'll too—"

When he came back to his senses, he had kissed the girl's lips, like kissing the soft petals of plum blossoms. The surprised girl's eyes were wide open, and they were filled with gratifying sorrow. She immediately responded enthusiastically to this uneasy confession, and the bitter fragrance of plum blossoms gently soothed every corner of his restless thoughts.

Unwilling to think about it anymore, listening to the summer cicadas around him, he closed his eyes that had overseen everything.

(In my past, both Brother Haoguang and the evil lord made me feel the fear of dying, so I had to run away...... But I still chose you who are more unstable than them as a destination, and now only you must not be lost, and I must protect you no matter what...... ）

However, is that a prophecy, he would hear the news of her death in Sheng's mouth, and it didn't take long for her to be seen by the silver python desperately incarnated as a silver python and returned from the mercury rain, and she really became a puppet manipulated by the rain devil.

His worst fears have come true, but they need to end. His dead lover watched him from the staggered lines of rain in front of him, and the remnants of the beautiful and empty cicada clothes longed for relief.

It is the rain of the long night of turmoil, which will always take away everything that warms him. The surging rain was chilling to his heart, and he wanted to shout loudly, but he could only laugh sadly, unable to make the voice he really wanted to convey.

Without it, the vision, shelter, and belief of the future have all collapsed like a mountain of clouds...... Both herself and she were soaked in the staggered outpouring of sorrow, forever losing the warmth of each other.

(God, you brought the wrong person you should have taken...... Why not him, why her!

It shouldn't be like this, she's so young and so promising...... But this is the so-called fate, rampage and crushing mercilessly.

It's time to keep the promise...... Among the blooming silver beads and red plums, he could only force a smile and send a hot-blooded tassel spear, so that she who hoped to survive until the end ushered in relief. Her figure fell with the Heavenly Dao Palace, and returned to silence and death like the empty cicada at the end of summer—

But that's not the end.

"I love your methods, that's all I have left...... Inherit your poison, let me be your cicada coat, and let your morality survive......"

He still believed that love could transcend numerology, and he believed it when he flashed through her with his own hands. The blood that fell from the tip of the spear soaked his wounds, and with the poison of innocence ignited the flames in his cold blood. Maybe it was he He Yanfang who was killed at that moment, in order to save a little meaning for her who died, and in order to open up a valuable trajectory for his surviving self, he finally became Yu Xuan, and he wanted to live nobly at the end of his consciousness-

It's like a cicada that only has one summer, trying everything to sing love until it falls into a Jedi.

That's right, this is the poison of determination that even the demons fear, buried deep in the earth again and again, and flew towards death again and again, like a curse carved into the bone marrow—

Whether it's bad luck, turmoil, or power, be afraid of those who inherit the empty cicada.

-concentrate

The empty cicada comes from the Japanese うつせみ, which originally meant the empty shell left behind after the transformation of the cicada, and was later extended by Buddhism to mean "flesh", that is, the rest of the human soul except for the soul. Because the life of a cicada is very short, the term "empty cicada" also means "the impermanence of a short life".

This article should be eaten with Akiko Shifang's "Empty Cicada":

Swaying quietly at the end of the remembrance

Embellish eternal and distant promises

From the reality soaked in sadness

The empty cicada is destroyed

You took away my despair

You comfort my lonely heart

Before meeting you

I've always been alone

Come to me

Let's reunite hearts and hearts

I will heal the thorns in you

I will listen to your voice echoing in the collapse of the future

Kiss each other

The chirping bird betrayed by love

I've been wandering and longing for the birdcage

Obviously, this relationship should have no shackles

The wound was so soft

In order to caress it in general

Only deeply

Bury it in the ground

In the poison you gave me

in the temperature of the palm of your hand

My heart is heating slightly

Come on, even if it's all in the world

Plunged into the vortex of nothingness and destroyed

I still want to whisper your name

In order to make this cry louder

Now spread your wings and fly

but also to narrate the poetry of love

If my body becomes cold

If you fall to that earth

Please pick it up with your own hands

The fading shell of the empty cicada

"If you can escape from this illusory reality

You can spread your wings and fly even if you're alone......"

Come and mingle heart to heart

I will heal your pain

When the rainstorm moistens the face

It's like stopping time

We meet lips to lips