Lyle opened his eyes again, and the pictures in front of him were diametrically opposed, with no white ceilings, white walls, no smell of disinfectant water when he sniffed his nose, and no touch of bedding on his body. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was standing on a meadow, flanked by dense trees, with a path that had been trampled out in front of him stretching crookedly, and looking up at the clear sky of the night, the stars were shining, and Lyle felt that it was the first time he had seen such a clear night, as if it had just been produced, transparent and fragile, as if it would shatter at the touch of it, like a dream. The wheel-like moon was several times larger than he had remembered, and everything around him was so unfamiliar, but it gave him a familiar feeling, and he felt as if he had traveled through time, perhaps the future of the moonlit night realm or some point in the past. But he also felt familiar, as if if along this road, he would see something very close.

"I guess it's a scenery from the past. Lyle whispered, groping his back, and there was no black knife in the emptiness, and he came into the world unarmed.

His consciousness was very clear, he knew that he was still in the hospital ward of the human world just now, covered with a quilt and lay down, and then came here, down-to-earth, with a real sense of existence. He knew that he had succeeded, and this was the first time he had taken the initiative to enter this world.

The old man's world that exists in the black knife.

The old man told him that he was a person who lived in the past, but he had his own unfinished things, so he couldn't simply die, so he personally forged the knife, the black knife and blood teeth, and passed it down from generation to generation in his later life, in the Plath family, sealing his consciousness inside. Until now, in the hands of Lyle.

He came from the past, lingering in the knife, then in the knife, there must be a scene of his reluctant memory, that is the most unforgettable picture of the world that belongs to him.

Lyle, who was thinking like this, decided to take the initiative to meet the old man through the medium of the knife, he had confusion and problems entangled in his heart, at this time, he felt that it was best to find the old man.

As he walked, he suddenly heard a singing, it was a woman's voice, the voice was soft, and people couldn't help but think of it, thinking that it should be a kind-faced, very gentle woman, as if she was holding her own child, in order to lull him to sleep, so she gently hummed a lullaby from nowhere. Lyle can't hear the lyrics clearly, maybe the other party doesn't know how to sing that song, he just wants to hum the tune of the song, just like he watched a lot of anime with Suzu in the human world, and listened to a lot of beautiful songs, although he can't sing it, but he just wants to hum along with that tune, so he hums randomly.

Comforting music, Lyle thought, no wonder it will be worthy of the last consciousness of an old man who existed a hundred years ago to be nostalgic, there is indeed a qualification worthy of being inscribed, you say that a person has finally come to the end of his life, but he has to let his soul attach to things and continue to circulate to future generations, so he must be lonely for thousands of years, and those who can accompany him must only be those memories that make him unforgettable.

That unforgettable memory was so beautiful and indeed a happy thing, and Lyle suddenly felt very relieved.

The breeze rose slightly, but the fallen leaves on the ground were blown into the air, light as cotton, Lyle saw the end of the forest path, the original faint inexplicable familiarity, suddenly became more and more intense, like an old man reunited, he couldn't help but speed up his pace, the flying leaves behind him on both sides, far away you can see a raised top of the house, like a lookout platform, the song also came from there, and then closer, really vaguely saw a figure leaning against the wall.

He walked out of the woods, and stood at the edge of the woods, and he found himself walking into a courtyard, and a small castle stood in front of him with its back to him, and the tower he had seen before was in the middle of the castle, and everything about this castle was so familiar, the outline, the shape, where there were all kinds of houses, large and small, and Lyle could identify the use of each of them, the only difference was that it was new, as if it had been built not long ago, and the walls were bright white as if they had just been painted.

This is the mansion of the Plath family, which has been passed down from a hundred years ago, the old man is the ancestor of the Plath family, and the place where he used to live is the place where Lyle lives thousands of years ago.

At that time, the walls of the house were not so dense and overlapping vines.

Lyle held the mentality of trying, took out the key and pointed at the keyhole of the back door, and inserted it at once, he was immediately happy, easily turned the key, and clicked the door open, this door lock does not seem to have been changed much in a hundred years, and now the key can also be used, obviously entering his own home, he has a nervous feeling of sneaking into other people's homes at the moment, which makes him a little awkward. He subconsciously followed his memories through the backyard and into the inside. Not only the lock, but the structure of the castle did not seem to have changed much, and sure enough, it was the same as returning to his own home, and he found the way to the tower with ease.

The door of the tower is open, indicating that someone has entered, and Lyle thinks to himself is the one who sings, but in the era in which he lives, this tower has no fixed purpose, more like an ornament, I only remember that when I was a child, I followed my sister to play, and the view above was very wide, and he once sat with his sister on the wall looking at the distant earth, and his legs dangled in the air.

He followed the spiral staircase, all the way up, to the top, up to the heights, the wind suddenly increased a lot, the night breeze blew Lyle's hair with coolness, he thought that the wind above was so strong, after his sister died, he really hadn't come up for a long time, in reality, the top of the tower of his house, it is estimated that there has been a thick accumulation of dust.

Then the scene like a picture scroll gradually appeared in front of him, Lyle continued to step on the last few steps of stairs, facing the direction, you can clearly see the huge full moon hanging in the sky, that is the background of this picture, with the night like a black jewel with a glowing sea blue luster, or the stars dotted on it, it is like the most beautiful clothes in the world, not so much brilliance, just calm and quiet, but still eye-catching.

Leaning against the wall, there is a stone round tea table, and there are already two white wooden rocking chairs, one on the left and one on the left, facing each other, like an old couple spending a leisurely afternoon tea time together. The singing woman sat in the rocking chair on the left, leisurely, elegant, and quiet, wearing a long white dress, the hem of the skirt hung down to the ankles, the plain skirt did not have too much decoration or lace, her shoulders were draped with lilac plush shawls, her white arms stretched out from the hem of the two sides of the shawl, holding a book, reading it in a good manner, and her face was not whitewashed, with a soft smile on her plain makeup, and her lips were pink, the woman was quiet, making people feel so beautiful, as if she was really the person who came out of the painting.

She hummed the song, so her head swayed up and down slightly, which made Lyle feel that it was a living person, although it was in a place similar to a fantasy, but Lyle felt that the beautiful scene in front of her was no different from reality, and only when she saw her humming and seeing her head shaking lightly, she would not feel that it was a sculpture, the most perfect statue of a woman under the best sculptor in the world.

Lyle subconsciously slowed down, quietly walked up, approached, and the moment he saw this woman, he felt that it was a sin to destroy such a beautiful picture of peace.

"Hello?" Lyle approached the woman and tried to talk, but the moment the words came out, he thought that this should be just an illusion created by the old man, and how could the illusion talk to him, unless she was also with the old man, and was sealed into consciousness.

But an illusion, so superb in the means of falsehood and truth, made Lyle feel that this woman was alive at this moment, and he thought how much thought it must have been, to remember this woman so clearly, every movement of her, every smile or sad face, or the moment of tilting her head, or the light in her eyes when she tapped her fingertips. Remembering everything about a woman clearly, and not erasing a single trace of it for a hundred years, can you perfectly reproduce the scene of a woman sitting here quietly reading a book and humming a song.

Maybe in the old man's world, there is only this woman, it should be for him, how important this woman is.

The woman really didn't answer Lyle, Lyle was obviously so close, but she seemed to be more than that, still kept it as it was, humming and reading a book, it should be said that it wasn't that she didn't notice Lyle, she was a non-existent illusion in the first place.

So Lyle quietly squatted down at the tea table, even if he knew that the other party was an illusion, he was still afraid that his excessive movements would disturb the woman's quiet, he didn't dare to make another rocking chair, he knew that the rocking chair should not be made by himself, when the woman sat on this side, the rocking chair on the other side, he could only sit on that person.

Lyle's gaze wandered over the woman's good-looking face, he was suddenly shocked, and found that this woman's face faintly carried a sense of familiarity and closeness, Lyle couldn't help but get closer, carefully observing every detail of the woman's face, from the eyebrows to the chin, he suddenly felt that this woman was so similar to the bell!

An indescribable emotion welled up in his heart, and Lyle squatted back again, and finally sat directly cross-legged on the floor, continuing to look at the woman, listening to her sing softly, while watching her wink, purse her lips, and turn the pages of the book.

Lyle suddenly began to miss the bell, I don't know if she is as lively as her, when she sees a woman, she will temporarily restrain her lively temperament like herself, sit down with herself and listen to the woman humming, or she will tilt her head and complain, "This beauty looks like me, and sure enough, my face is the face exclusive to beauty." Something like that.

Lyle subconsciously stretched out his hand and groped around, but could only touch the slightly cool floor, which was an illusion he had entered by himself, and there was no bell around him.

He looked at the wall on the side again, thinking that there were two small voices sitting on it, a thin boy leaning against a red-haired girl, two people with their backs to him, sitting on top of the wall, kicking their legs, looking at the night, it was so quiet at that time, quiet and beautiful, I want people to freeze this time forever.

It's like the old man created this illusion.

At this time, the woman suddenly moved her body slightly, as if she was a little tired, so she changed her sitting position and continued to flip through the book, sometimes chuckling. It was just like this, a golden pocket watch slipped from the inside of the shawl, it turned out that there was such a small object hanging from the woman's neck, Lyle glanced at it, and saw the edge of the pocket watch, engraved with a string of names.

Fina Nien.

"Fiye, Fina?" Lyle tilted his head in thought and muttered to himself, "This name is a bit impressive, I remember, I remember seeing it in my uncle's study, it seems to be from a certain historical record or something," he thought, and suddenly his eyes widened, "Fina Nien, the one recorded in history, known as the 'Witch of Legends', can be called a woman whose magic and magic can be compared to the Queen of the Night, that is a legend, and the 'True Red Shadow' Dracula in history. The existence of the same name, and the ancestor of the Plath family, is known as the strongest in the world from ancient times to the present. ”

"Fina Nien, that's her name. The old man's voice sounded behind him.

Lyle shuddered, and before he could turn his head, he saw an old man in a robe walk past him, holding a silver porcelain plate with a teapot and two water glasses of the same silver on it.

"Old man, you scared me, why don't you walk without a sound. Lyle patted his chest and said that in fact, he thought about it and felt that it was understandable, as an outsider, he subconsciously did not want to disturb women, so for the elderly, it was even worse.

"It's back. The woman's gaze suddenly turned away from the book and looked up at the old man, who could not see Lyle's presence, but could see the old man.

"Your favorite black tea, according to you, is brewed with tea leaves that have been dried on the balcony for two hours and fifty minutes in the afternoon, and your favorite brown sugar is added. The old man was on the steering wheel on the table, and he took down two teacups respectively, he lifted the lid of the pot, and the tempting aroma of tea came to his nose, Lyle wanted to make the art of tea, did this kind of thing exist a hundred years ago.

The old man picked up the teapot and poured a cup for the woman and himself, and the heat was steaming.

"What I like more is the tea you made for me, even when we first met, you mistakenly took the kind of tea that I didn't like the most, it was still damp. The woman chuckled, gracefully picked up the cup, took a sip to her lips, closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment when the delicious tea slid into her throat.

"I already know everything you like, so I'll make everything the best for you, and what you like the most is the best. The old man said in a loving tone, and then stroked the woman's face with his hand, and the woman did not shy away from suspicion, and poked her face out according to the old man's wishes.

The old man sat in the rocking chair on the right, that position belonged to him, and only he was qualified to sit down with this woman, facing each other.

The woman looks very young, and the old man is old like the bark of a dead tree, his face is full of wrinkles, and his hands are wrinkled.

The old man is already old, but the best time for a woman stays in the memory of the old man, maybe the woman has not been able to get gray hair with the old man, Lyle thought, he felt that the picture in front of him did not have a trace of inconsistency, he suddenly felt that the old man was no longer an old man with advanced age, but a handsome young man, and a woman with a talented woman, it can be described as a match made in heaven, such two people, looking at it makes people think ironcladly, this must be together.

Lyle thought about the bell again, will the bell clap his hands and applaud, "Perfect match, this is a perfect match!" Although the actor still can't make people completely abandon that awkward feeling, but this is the most conscientious movie of the month, award the gold award, give praise!"

He smiled silently.

Lyle really felt that he was looking at a moving history, not a boring memorabilia, but just in that long torrent of history, an inconspicuous corner, a pair of men and women who loved each other, a comfortable time, they didn't do anything big together, just sat facing each other, women read books, men looked at women, drank tea together, and the warm light sprinkled on them.

"You're here. The old man spoke suddenly.

Lyle was stunned, he looked around, it seemed that there were no new characters on the scene, but it shouldn't be said to women, women have been sitting here, but the old man's eyes have been staying on women, with affection, with strong love and nostalgia, but what he said seemed to be another visitor who arrived.

A few seconds later, Lyle reacted, and the old man said to himself that he was indeed a visitor, and he came without telling him, and entered the old man's own world without telling him. But the old man said as if he knew he was coming.

Lyle has more confidence in his heart.

"I want to meet the old man and talk for a while. Lyle nodded at the old man.