Nandao opened his eyes and looked at the snow in front of him, very dazed.

Am I not at the bottom of the lake?

But the sight was familiar—it was an alley with a lot of snow on both sides.

This is a small town ten miles outside of Nanyi City.

Nanke Town.

Where I grew up in the South Island.

It's not clear why I'm here all of a sudden, and it's winter.

Looking down at himself, he was not wearing spring clothes.

Rather, it is a thick cotton coat.

Holding a black umbrella in his hand.

He was walking slowly down a long street.

Covering his mouth and coughing softly, he lowered his head, but did not look at the road, as if in deep thought.

Nandao can't remember exactly when this happened.

But he remembers every snowfall.

Was there such a walk in the snow at that time?

Nandao thought as he walked.

Then he stopped, as if looking for something, and then walked to the wall, and raised his hand to break off a dead branch that had protruded from someone else's yard, and tucked it into his sleeve and hid it.

What are you doing?

The South Island is a little confused.

So he walked out of the alley and stood on the street of the town.

The people in the town are also familiar, one by one, wrapped in cotton clothes and holding umbrellas, walking in the snow, occasionally meeting acquaintances, they stop to talk, and then continue to walk in the snow.

Nandao paused on the side of the street for a while, and continued to walk towards the other end of the long street.

There were people in the small wine shops on the street leaning against the windows and drinking, as if they were very drunk, and their eyes were confused to look at the heavy snow outside.

Nandao glanced at him as he passed by, and then walked away calmly.

The man didn't seem to notice what was going on in the south island, but leaned against the window and spoke muttered words.

Nandao didn't seem to care about the drunk man, but just glanced at him out of curiosity.

It's just that for some reason, the severed branch in his hand is clenched very tightly.

The sound of stepping on the snow is rustling.

I got in and pulled it out, and my heavy trouser legs were covered with snow.

Nandao seemed to be immersed in the sound and walked towards the alley at the other end of the long street.

Listen to it ring regularly.

And then coincide.

Superposition?

Nandao wanted to look back, but he couldn't turn his head, he just lowered his head and walked calmly.

Until we reached the end of this alley, in a very secluded corner.

Nandao stopped, then turned around.

The drunk man was not far behind him, his eyes were clear, how could he be a little drunk?

He had a sword at his waist and a token.

It's a pity that it's turned over, so the South Island can't see what is written on the token.

But Nandao knew who the man was.

An unknown celestial jailer.

"Is there something wrong with this adult?"

Nandao asked, looking at the man.

The man just sneered, didn't say anything, drew his sword and stabbed it.

Nandao raised his umbrella to block the sword, and said softly: "You're not afraid of killing the wrong person?" ”

The black-robed Heavenly Prison Servant said calmly, "I've been watching Nanke Town for half a month. ”

"So?"

"So it's unlikely that the wrong one will be killed." The Heavenly Jailer said calmly, "It doesn't matter if it's wrong, if people like you grow up, more people may die." ”

Nandao said softly: "So even if I'm not, I can only die here in vain?" ”

"But alas, you are."

Nandao sighed and said, "Yes. ”

Then he looked at the heavenly jailer and asked, "So how did you see that?" ”

The heavenly jailer said lightly: "I don't see it, people like you are too good at forgetting, in fact, I don't see anything, I just want to trap your words." ”

So a lot of things, a sword to chop over, more than anything else.

Even if it's the wrong one.

There is a reason why the world does not like Hell.

There is naturally a reason why the people of Heaven and Hell have become like this.

If everyone in the world is crazy, then the people on the twelfth floor are normal people who are mixed in.

So they will hide, they will imitate.

But many things, things in essence are different.

So the people in hell chose a very extreme way to find out about them.

Holding the black umbrella, Nandao flicked the sword in the prison officer's hand away, and then shrank under the umbrella and crashed into the prison guard.

It's very rough and barbaric.

In contrast, the Heavenly Prison Servant was much more suave, dodging in the alley with his sword in hand, constantly looking for an opportunity to stab a sword.

The two of them were entangled for a long time, and then returned to that corner, only this time they were replaced by heavenly prison officials.

was held in the corner by Nandao with a black umbrella.

The sword in his hand was also knocked away.

Both of them are surrounded by the vitality of heaven and earth.

The Heavenly Prison Officer looked at Nandao calmly and said, "I am not the only one who has come to Nanyi City. ”

Nan Dao also said calmly: "In the past eleven times, the people who came here also said the same. ”

The Heavenly Jailer remembered something, and his expression changed.

"You're not the only one here."

Nandao said softly, "Yes, as they walked, they forgot where they were going, and only occasionally one or two happened to walk into this town. ”

"It seems that the Heavenly Hell of Nanyi City has noticed the problem here a long time ago."

"Yes, it's just that they forget every time."

The two were relatively silent in the alley.

"For a thousand years, no one has ever really seen that so-called Heavenly Gate." The Heavenly Jailer looked at Nandao and said slowly, "What exactly do you want to pursue?" ”

Nandao said calmly: "Nothing, I just want to go and see." ”

"So you're crazy?"

"I didn't become crazy."

"Sooner or later, you will." The Heavenly Jailer said in a cold voice, "Sooner or later, the further you go, the more you will forget, until you don't remember anything, you can't even remember being a human being, so you ignore the world, ignore life and death, such a person is not a madman, is he still a savior?" ”

Nandao fell silent.

The Heavenly Prison Officer, however, suddenly burst out, pushed away Nandao's umbrella, slipped a short dagger out of his sleeve, and stabbed Nandao in the heart fiercely.

Then he stopped an inch beyond the mouth of his heart.

A branch preceded him and pierced him in the heart.

The branches are longer than the short dagger.

So the heavenly jailer didn't stab in.

Nandao used his umbrella to push away the heavenly jailer, who was flushed in his heart, and watched him fall to the ground.

"It was you who made the first move."

Then look up at the sky.

"It's also the first hand it moves."

"I don't have a choice."

Nandao dragged the Heavenly Prison Officer's feet towards the alley not far away.

Stopped at the gate of a certain courtyard, pushed open the door and walked in.

There was a stove burning in the yard, and someone was sleeping under the eaves.

Nandao dragged the body of the Heavenly Prison Officer to the hearth, then picked it up and threw it into the stove.

Soon there will not be even slag left.

Minamishima stood by the fireside for a long time, then coughed violently, coughing up a lot of blood from the corners of his lips.

The people sleeping under the eaves were awakened.

"You're out again?"

"Someone came, so I had to go out and have a look."

The man didn't say anything, just nodded and instructed, "Remember to hold your umbrella tightly." ”

"Hmm."

Minamijima walked towards the back of the courtyard.

Then he stopped under the dead peach tree.

Looked sadly.

The South Island from the Great Lakes witnessed everything in silence.

But he doesn't remember anything.

Where did it start?

Nandao took a flask from the courtyard and began to drink.

Then the cough got better.

Someone pushed the door open and walked in.

It's peach blossoms.

Peach blossom with a sword in her hand.

Invisible peach blossoms in the world.

"Draw your sword."

So Nandao walked over and pulled out the sword by half an inch.

The two looked at the sword in silence.

"It's not enough."

And so everything was anointed.

Then the South Island fell into a heavy snow that stretched throughout the world.

He didn't know where he was going.

So I walked through the snow with difficulty.

There is nothing in the snowman.

Only the South Island and the black umbrella looked like mushrooms growing in the snow.

Wind and snow pass through the body.

It's like taking a lot of things with you.

The South Island gradually forgot a lot.

Even what he had just seen was gradually forgotten.

Can't remember where it came from.

Don't know how to go.

So it was until it was flooded by heavy snow.

......

Countless times Nandao felt as if she had been drowned in a heavy snowfall, and then died of cold and suffocation.

Then he suddenly woke up.

Looking at the gurgling flask on the stove under the eaves, Nanjima scratched his head.

It seems that I have had a long dream.

Nandao stared at the flask under the eaves in a daze.

The stove is blazing, and the peach blossoms inside should be floating and sinking.

Without thinking of anything, Nandao looked up into the courtyard.

The late spring wind in March is slowly blowing the grass and trees in the yard, and there are peach blossoms slowly falling, coming from a peach tree in the corner.

The peach tree had grown for many years.

I don't remember when the South Island began to grow.

I don't remember why I was boiling peach blossom wine under the eaves.

The wine was boiling, and the steam pushed the lid of the pot and thought to it, waking up Nandao, only to realize that he had overcooked.

Hurriedly lifted the flask and put it aside to cool for a while, Nan Dao picked up the wooden bowl placed aside, poured a bowl of somewhat cloudy wine, and then sat under the eaves and drank it in small sips.

Outside the courtyard was an alley, and after drinking the bowl of wine, Nandao walked through the courtyard at dusk, carrying a wine jug, opened the door of the backyard, leaned against the courtyard wall, and greeted the neighbors who occasionally passed by, while smiling slightly.

In the distance, under the twilight osmanthus tree in the corner of the alley, a few old people were sitting and chatting.

There is a tune that the uncle heard when he was a teenager and remembered it again after many years.

The aunts listened with a smile, and then chatted about the news they heard from the southeast and northwest.

It was a little far away, so Nandao heard it vaguely, and he didn't care.

It's nothing more than some gossip from the neighbors near and far in the parents.

Nanjima held the flask in one hand, opened the lid with one hand, looked down at the peach blossoms that had been boiled inside, and then covered it again, and drank it with the spout.

It wasn't until he had drunk half a pot of wine that he closed the courtyard door and returned to the courtyard.

I don't know why, but I always feel a little empty.

Nandao stopped in the yard and looked at the peach tree, and then at herself, and seemed to be missing something.

Hang your hands and feet well.

What's missing?

Nandao watched for a while, and threw that feeling to the one who accidentally slept in the afternoon.

When you wake up in the afternoon, it's easy to feel extremely lost.

So he went back to his room, felt a little tired, put the flask aside, and went to sleep.