"Isn't that nice?" Shi Qi tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"People are connected by love." Four Seasons Yingji replied to him without hesitation, and stretched out the index finger of her right hand: "After all, diamonds will never hurt." ”

Shi Qi and Shiji Yingji's eyes met, and the two of them smiled heartily and let out a "giggle" laugh.

In the face of death and disappearance, Shi Qi suddenly felt relaxed, he had already prepared for the things that death would bring, and suddenly faced these again, he found that he was not as scared as he imagined.

Even though he was still trembling because of this just now, now he was relieved by the words of Shiki Yingji, and he suddenly felt that he had never understood existentialism, especially Sartre's existentialism.

He also knew the inevitability of the unstoppable wheels that the person who made "Can Dialectics Break the Big Stone" felt in that era would run him over one by one.

Under this inevitable event, he could not do anything but accept it with a smile, and he felt relaxed and returned to his self that he had been years ago, just happy and playing like a person.

He walked out and came to Gensokyo, which had not yet been covered with the Great Enchantment, and he roamed the land with Shiki Yinghime.

"You say, do you think it's going to get better here?" Shi Qi asked her.

"Hmm. It's going to get better here. Definitely. Shiki Yingji nodded in response.

"Do you remember the story I told you earlier?"

"Which one? There are so many stories, I may not be able to answer them for a while if you ask me. Shiki Yingji felt a strange familiarity in him, and she felt that it was indeed a little different from him before.

"The Dark Knight is back, do you remember?"

“…… Remember. "Shiki Yingji really remembers that the principle of non-killing and violent law enforcement made her remember the Dark Knight deeply, and the return of the Dark Knight was the one she remembered the most.

Shi Qi looked at the leaves that were rustling by the wind, and laughed: "Actually, I misunderstood at that time, and I only realized when I recalled that in fact, Batman didn't kill the Joker, it was the Joker who committed suicide by twisting his neck." ”

“…… Is it. Shiki Yingji's movements were obviously stunned, and she paused for a moment.

There was a long pause.

"Yes. He didn't kill anyone. Shikihime smiled too, and the leaves fell to her face in the wind, gently scraping her face.

"I don't think Yoyuki Kobayashi is dead."

"Hmm."

"Liaoyuan Fire will definitely become Zhao Yun in the end, and the last person in Baqi will be someone else."

"Hmm."

"Tolsa will definitely be alive in the end, no matter what method is used, I shouldn't say that he could be dead."

"Zhao Wuji will definitely live in a mess, I believe he is the same person as Tolsa."

"I thought about it for a while, I definitely don't hate Sen no Rikyu, I shouldn't say that he is a person who knows how to be a man, knows how to be a minister, and is blinded by the world."

"Iggie Pop is a great rocker, but I only like his two songs, not all of his songs as I said before."

Shiki Yingji listened quietly.

Sentence after sentence, he reproduced the story he had told bit by bit, writing in ink-colored font in the light that leaked through his fingertips, dancing in the air with his shabby ideas, and he put them into practice.

Shiki Yingji watched quietly.

Shi Qi sketched the picture in a world without people, from the bottom of the monster mountain all the way up, along the trees full of eyes, squeezing words and pictures into this world through the gaps.

Shikihime's actions never stopped, she sleepwalked with the person in her heart, not because she liked the feeling of walking, but because a necessary illusion was indispensable in her heart.

The branches were crooked and crooked, straight and straight, and the leaves fell silently, but they were replaced by the sound of the wind, and finally they fell to the ground, ravaged and broken by something, and rotted into the mud for the next time.

There were so many things he had to say and correct, and he couldn't tell them clearly from the bottom to the top, until the two visitors climbed up the woods and finally came to the end.

Shiki Yingji listened quietly.

Shikihime began to answer.

Shikihime and Shichi begin to discuss.

Shiki Yingji and Shiqi had different ideas.

"Original." A trace of tears oozed from the corners of Shiji's eyes, and the blazing sky was also covered by tears and silently blackened: "So." ”

"Really?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Don't!"

"I will." He finally said with a smile.

Shiki Yingji looked at his smile and smiled for some reason. The corners of his mouth hung his earlobes, and the teeth made to imitate human beings were white but densely arranged.

In the end, the two hugged each other and laughed, the stiff, exaggerated, and fake smiles had almost written all the previous pronouns on their own faces, and he couldn't ignore them, and she couldn't ignore them.

They laughed all the time, laughed all the time, laughed until dark, laughed until dawn, the cold and heat of this world had nothing to do with them, they only had all in their hearts for a short time.

Twenty-five seven's smile faded away, his arc and his figure slowly fading.

But suddenly, the middle of the leg suddenly decreased by a large chunk, as if a child was using an eraser to scribble the drawings in the exercise book, wiping the person clean.

Shiki Yingji no longer looked at Shi Qi with a smirk that was sadder than sad and angry than angry, and she suddenly got closer

Shi Qi then hugged him fiercely.

"Don't go...... she choked up to the point of almost speechlessness, watching Shi Qi fade away.

Hands, feet, even half of the body, half of the face......

No, no!

Shiki Yinghime suddenly appeared at this moment, for some reason, an unprecedented crazy idea that no one else had ever had! Maybe it's because she knows more than others, maybe she's really crazy.

She wants to give herself to Shi Qi.

She threw away all her divinity and magic and scattered them on Shichi's stunned face, and she kept using herself as a needle and thread, and began to sew Shiqi up.

"You are me, I am you!" She was almost too weak to exist, and her figure began to fade like Shi Qi, as if something had wiped her away.

She couldn't.

Shi Qi is too big, too special, and she can't keep Shi Qi with her own existence.

She is just an individual, a life that lives between worlds. Shi Qi carries everything in this dazzling world, the end of the last fantasy of all living beings.

He wasn't completely left behind.

Shikihime fell to her knees weakly, and in front of her, floating Shiqi finally turned into a substantial half of his head.

This half of the head can make a sound, can think, know why it didn't disappear, and look at the four seasons and sigh sadly.

But it was only a broken soul, a part of twenty-five hours seven.

"Me." Shi Qi muttered, "It's still here." ”

Crippled, he stayed.