The belated Tanabata plus more

This chapter is an additional update for Qixi Festival, and the related chapters include "Chapter 353, I don't know the year in the mountains", "Chapter 354, if I draw my sword, I should sweep the sky", "Chapter 355, wake up!" ”。

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Aunt Mu went.

A slightly rudimentary wooden coffin, a low earthen bag, and a stone tablet engraved with several small characters.

Mu Xiuxiu cried and fainted several times, extremely sad, so sad that she fell unconscious, and fell ill directly on the couch.

"Should I cry?"

Nian Sui reached out and touched his cheek, there were faint tear stains.

"yes, I should cry."

I don't know why, the mood and feelings of the years have become weaker and weaker, and the years that were once smart and detached, kind and calm have gradually disappeared, and the depths of their hearts have been replaced by the overwhelming loneliness and silence.

The big thick hand slapped on the shoulder, and it hurt.

Nian Sui turned his head slightly and said, "Uncle Zhou." ”

Zhou Orion looked at him fixedly, and said in a deep voice: "You have changed. ”

Nian Sui's heart was surging, he raised his eyebrows slightly, barely pulled out a smile, and said, "How do you say this?" ”

Zhou Orion pointed to his eyes, as if looking at a stranger, and turned away without saying a word.

……

It was another lonely moonlit night.

"Brother Nian, in my memory, you often show a good-looking smile," Mu Xiuxiu put the porridge bowl on the wooden table and looked at him quietly, "In the past few years, I haven't seen you smile again." ”

The old man was very upset, and at this time, he came back to his senses, and subconsciously looked up at Mu Xiuxiu's eyebrows, and at some point, there were already some fine lines.

The boring life in the mountains day after day even made him forget the passage of time.

In the blink of an eye, it has been twenty years, and the beautiful girl is nearly forty years old, but he himself is still the same as he was decades ago, and he has never changed at all.

Over the years, the people in the village have gradually regarded him as a monster, and they have moved away from the mountainside, and only him and Mu Xiuxiu are left in the Orion Village back then.

But Mu Xiuxiu never asked about this, so he didn't say it.

It's night.

Mu Xiuxiu lay alone on the wooden couch, tightening the thin quilt covered by her body, and two lines of tears flowed down her eyes.

"Brother Nian, I have liked to pester you since I was a child, not because you were good-looking, but because you often showed a bright smile at that time, which made me feel at ease, very relieved."

"Brother Nian, I don't want to know what you've been through, and I don't want to ask, I just know that you've always been by my side and never left."

"Brother Nian, over the years, I can sense the coldness and loneliness in your heart, and I really want to share some of it for you, but you don't say anything to me, but completely close yourself off, I am really distressed and sad."

"Brother ...... years old"

The white moonlight reflected through the window lattice, gently caressing her cheeks, as if helping her wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

……

It's a rainy night again.

Between the howling cold wind, Nian Sui pushed open the wooden door, put the bow and arrows on his back and the prey by the door, took off his soaked fur robe, and called as usual: "Xiuxiu, while the rain is not strong, I will shoot two live hares and come back, and I will stew it for you to replenish your body." ”

The furnishings in the wooden house were as usual, but the only thing missing was the familiar and gentle voice of promise.

Nian Sui was stunned for a moment, and called again: "Xiuxiu." ”

It's still quiet.

The raging storm and cold air swept through the door, scraping his face like a sharp blade.

Bang Dang!

Nian Sui turned around, slammed the wooden door shut, pressed his head against the door frame, two lines of tears flowed uncontrollably, and choked up: "Xiuxiu......"

Three days ago, Mu Xiuxiu had already died at the age of seventy-nine.

It was he who personally held the stone axe and carved her stone tablet one by one.

I don't know how long it took, Leaning on the dilapidated wooden couch, he was already asleep, and there were still undried tears in the corners of his eyes.

Boom.

Boom.

A very light knock on the door came to his ears, and he opened his eyes suddenly, and only then could he realize that it was already bright outside, and the storm of last night had all dissipated, and the golden red sunlight was scattered through the window lattice, reflecting in the depths of his pupils, with a faint golden light.

Boom.

The knock on the door rang again.

Nian Sui hurriedly got up, thinking that it was a familiar hunter who occasionally came to exchange prey at the foot of the mountain, wiped the water stains from the corners of his eyes, stretched out his sleeves and opened the creaky wooden door, and said with a forced smile: "You want to change some ......"

Before his words fell, he stopped abruptly and could no longer speak.

The pretty girl was slim, dressed in a patchy but dusty coarse cloth dress, and the smile in her eyes was almost overflowing, and she said crisply: "Brother Nian." ”

Nian Sui looked at her in a daze, and all the memories of the past over the decades flooded into his mind, and murmured: "Xiuxiu......"

Mu Xiuxiu stretched out his sleeve and pulled his arm, and said with a smile: "What are you doing standing here?" ”

The girl's good smell of hair spread between her mouth and nose, and she looked at the girl in front of her blankly, and muttered, "Didn't you ...... the day before yesterday?"

"What is it already," Mu Xiuxiu pulled him out of the wooden house, and he was greeted by the bustling and noisy village, "What kind of nonsense are you talking about, my mother is waiting to drink medicine, it's time to go collect firewood!" ”

Zhou Lihu on the side stepped forward, stretched out his thick big hand, patted Nian Sui's shoulder heavily, and said with a smile: "Let's go, I'll take you to hunt today, and come back by the way to pick up some firewood." ”

Nian's heart trembled, and he turned around suddenly, and looked through the open wooden door towards the wooden house.

Aunt Mu looked kind, lying on the dilapidated wooden couch, looking at herself and Mu Xiuxiu with a smile.

Nian turned around, his eyes lowered, and fell silent.

"Brother Nian?!"

Mu Xiuxiu bent down, looking a little worried.

After a few breaths, a somewhat cold palm reached over and grabbed the girl's soft and warm little hand.

"You...... What do you do...... What! ”

Mu Xiuxiu subconsciously stuttered a little, and her crystal clear white ears were flushed with shame, but she let him hold her hand and did not break free.

The age was a little closer, and the light of her clear eyes was so close, and the flawless fragrance of the girl became more and more intense.

"Brother ...... years old"

Mu Xiuxiu's face was already red with shame, and she couldn't help but take a half step back, lowered her head, and avoided his gaze.

Nian Sui let go of his hand, raised his head and smiled at Zhou Orion, who had a strange expression: "Uncle Zhou, let's go." ”

The pretty girl in coarse cloth looked at the place where she had left in a daze, and did not return to the house for a long time.

……

It's night.

In a trance, Nian Nian dreamed of the same scene again.

It was a dull three-foot sword, and the gray sword was stuck in the pitch-black cliff, silent and silent.

I don't know when a shallow snow-white glimmer bloomed on the gray white sword, and the pitch-black cliff was also full of cracks, as if it would crumble at any moment.

In the endless darkness, Nian looked down at the dim long sword under him, and there was an extremely wonderful premonition in his heart.

If you pull out this sword yourself, you can get out of the trapped sea in this place once, ascend to the sky, and go straight to the green underworld.

"But ......"

"I don't want to have any more regrets......"

Nian smiled and smiled, and tears flowed in his eyes.

"I was born because of you, but unlike you, I will not let myself be annihilated between heaven and earth with regrets......"

"I want to live this short life according to my own ideas......"

Nian Sui knelt on the ground, digging the hard cliffs on both sides with his hands until the blood was dripping, and he didn't stop at all.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally buried the gray and white long sword, and he never saw the slightest light white glimmer again.

His hands were devoid of fingernails, his bare knuckles were covered with horrific wounds, and blood was dripping down his fingertips, but he didn't show the slightest sign of pain.

……

Finally, the dream woke up.

The first thing Nian did when he opened his eyes was to get up and look to his side, and only when he saw the sleeping appearance of the girl did he breathe a long sigh of relief.

Since then, he has never had that strange dream again.

Time is scattered like quicksand, and the mountains do not remember the year, and the years are like before, carrying water, hunting, chopping wood, building mountain roads, raising livestock, and building wooden houses.

Sleeping with Mu Xiuxiu every night, looking at the cheeks of the girl sleeping quietly in her arms, it is the most reassuring time for the year.

Morning and dusk turn, time dissipates, Aunt Mu, Zhou Orion, there are fewer and fewer people in the village, and the age and Mu Xiuxiu are also in their old age.

"Brother ...... years old"

With white hair trembling slightly, Mu Xiuxiu lay on her legs, staring at the old man in front of her, her somewhat cloudy pupils were full of affection, "I'm really at ease, every day I am with you, I don't have any worries, but I still have some selfish thoughts, because I can't bear the pain of losing you, so I want to leave this warm world before you, okay?" ”

Nian Sui gently stroked her head, and his eyes were full of doting.

Finally, the person in her arms was completely out of breath, and Nian Lao stretched out his old and weak hands and carried her back to the wooden couch with great difficulty.

In a trance, Nian fell into that strange dream decades ago again.

There was a gray in all directions, and on the side of the dark cliff rock, a three-foot long sword was inserted into it, and the blazing white sword light bloomed through the gap between the cliff stones, and even made Nian Sui subconsciously close his eyes.

After a few breaths, Nian Sui slowly opened his eyes, and then realized that on the side of the long sword, there was an extra beautiful young man wearing a brocade and green cloud pattern woven grosgrain robe.

Nian Sui stepped forward, sat on the ground beside the young man, and said with a smile to himself: "Again, although I was born because of you, I am not you." ”

"Give you all the insights of this life, and I will no longer owe you."

"Thank you for allowing me to truly live this life."

"Although this life is short, I don't have any regrets."

Nian Sui stood up and looked down at the three-foot sword stuck in the rock.

His hand slowly rested on the hilt of the sword.

Infinite light blooms.

The gray-white stone shell on the sword body cracked inch by inch, and the snow-white sword light reflected from the rapidly spreading cracks!

After a few breaths, all the stone shells on the three-foot long sword scattered and fell apart, and the sword in Nian's hand was a three-foot long sword as white as frost and snow.

Falling Snow Excalibur.

Nian Sui held this snow sword and pulled a sword flower at will, without the slightest hesitation, and went straight into his heart palace.

Under the twist of the snow-white sword, its translucent divine soul shattered inch by inch, and finally did not leave a trace of it.

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(End of chapter)