"Miss Fisher, I've come to see you."

Ji Xun had never felt that a sentence had made him so heavy.

The old man lying on the chair by the window also trembled slightly.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Only then did she respond, "Mr. Ji Xun."

The title seems a little unfamiliar,

But as soon as I opened my mouth, it felt the same as it did back then.

Suddenly, Ji Xun seemed to see a hundred years ago, the silly girl who greeted him with a smile was sitting in front of the window, waiting for him.

Countless thoughts lingered, he didn't know what to say, and said, "Miss Yu, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

The old man's tone was too calm, and he said softly: "Well, it's been a long, long time." ”

She had waited for a hundred years for this meeting.

And listening to this sentence "long time no see", Ji Xun unconsciously had red eyes.

He walked over.

These few short steps seem to have crossed time and space, and it is an incomparably long walk.

The old man in the chair waited quietly.

These few breaths are neither long nor short.

Not long in her long life.

But it's not short.

It seems to be the epitome of what she has missed all her life.

It's like going back to the apprehension of a young girl, and she can't help but ask more: "If you see the former 'Miss Fisherman' become a gray-haired old woman, will you be disappointed?" ”

Ji Xun didn't answer, and he didn't stop.

Feeling the faint "qi", at this moment he felt that his breathing was like a heart cramp, and he just muttered in his mouth: "Silly girl, why have you waited for me for so many years." ”

"Me"

As the old man listened, a gentle smile appeared on his old countenance.

This "silly girl" made her feel that she didn't feel bitter about waiting for this life.

She smiled with relief: "Because. . It's Mr. Ji Xun. ”

She's still her.

And that person is still the Mr. Ji Xun in my memory.

The moment she heard the familiar voice in her memory, she also remembered herself as the years passed.

The incense burner in the corner of the room was emitting green smoke.

A refreshing aroma wafts into the nose.

Ji Xun walked to the window lightly and saw the old man in a blue dress lying on the chair.

The silver hair is pulled up high, dignified and elegant.

She sat there quietly, as if time had not been defeated, and it was already beautiful.

The old man also listened to the footsteps behind him, and his eyes became more and more gentle, with a touch of expectation.

Ji Xun walked to the chair, turned around in an instant, and suddenly two different time and space overlapped.

Eye contact.

At first glance, he saw those familiar eyes.

There is a touch of freshness and elegance between the eyebrows, and the eyes are shining with a little starlight.

Just like the familiar look in my memory.

The old man looked at him, his eyes twitched, and then he smiled lightly with relief.

When the time comes, the wish has been granted.

In this life, there are no regrets.

In this moment, Ji Xun suddenly saw the bright and cheerful girl in his memory.

He muttered unconsciously: "Miss Yu, my name is Ji Xun." Nice to meet you. ”

The old man also happily said the sentence: "Mr. Ji Xun, my name is Song Yu, and I am very happy to meet you." ”

It's like a hundred years ago, the two had a tacit understanding.

Her hair was white and white, but she was still meticulously combed; There are traces of time on his face, but he is still graceful and elegant; The eyes are clear, just a little more wisdom precipitated over the years.

This girl who has been elegant all her life, at this moment, looks at her sweetheart who has been thinking about her whole life, as if she has seen her youthful self from afar.

She had been preparing for this meeting for many years.

Song Yu, who was walking at the end of his life, looked at the face in front of him that was exactly the same as the one in the photo, even though he had already looked down on everything, he still couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and sighed slightly: "You are still the same as back then." It's a pity I'm old. ”

It was as if there was so much to say in my heart.

But after sighing, she only said one sentence after all: "The most romantic thing in my life is that I met you at the best age." But the most regrettable thing is that I met you at the most beautiful age. If. A hundred years later, it would be fine. ”

Hearing this, Ji Xun felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart, "Miss Yu, why are you so stupid." ”

Looking at Ji Xun's red eyes, Song Yu couldn't help but feel relieved: "Ji Xun, don't be so sad." In fact, at the end of my life, I will understand a lot of things."

Saying these words seemed to exhaust her too much anger.

After a pause, she said again: "Since I met you that year, I have known that death is not a loss of life, but a freeze in time. ”

Ji Xun felt the depression in his heart that had nowhere to vent at this moment, and his breathing was stagnant.

The tone is familiar.

It was like when she was separated a hundred years ago, she comforted herself.

That kind girl, she was already very uncomfortable in her heart, but she wanted to comfort others.

Ji Xun had never felt the pain more clearly than now.

It was a more painful emotion than death.

He clearly sensed that something very, very important in his life was going to pass away.

It's like a ball of quicksand in your hand, and the harder you push, the more you can't hold it.

How similar is this scene to back then?

They all have to go to a "distant place" that the other can't reach.

Can't be retained.

I was still like this, that silly girl who was as pure as a white rose, how helpless she should have been back then.

Song Yu looked at him, he could empathize with all the emotions he was experiencing at the moment, his eyes were also shining, and he comforted again: "We met again, didn't we?" Fate has favored us. ”

The smile on her face never faded, and she said, "I'm really happy." You can see me off at the end of my life. ”

Ji Xun listened more and more unpleasantly, and said with difficulty: "Miss Yu, you have had a hard time all these years."

Song Yu didn't shy away from this topic, and thought about it: "Well, there was a little bit before. Afterward. Later, I figured it out. ”

When I think back to those countless days and nights, I really feel so sad at that time.

But it is precisely because of those thoughts that she sheltered her from the wind and rain and survived countless difficult days.

Looking back now, it is still a heavy life experience.

Everything in life is regrettable, and everything is worth it.

It was as if it was a return to the light, and the thoughts in my mind became extremely clear at this moment.

Song Yu didn't talk about this topic anymore, and instead said, "Ji Xun, don't be sad for me, I don't want to see you sad." Because my life is already very happy. It only takes twice to be lucky in life. Once is to meet a beloved, and once to live to old age. Fate treats me well, I have both. ”

After saying such a long sentence, the old man seemed to be a little struggling.

Ji Xun reached out to hold her old hand, holding the last bit of sincerity and beauty that was about to pass.

When he knew, as he had done then, he couldn't grasp anything.

But the moment they shook their hands, the two familiar souls seemed to feel some kind of intimate resonance.

Age doesn't seem to be a hindrance at all.

He's still him.

She's still her.

Song Yu laughed at himself and asked, "Are my hands as old as tree bark?" ”

“.”

Ji Xun shook his head and didn't speak.

Song Yu, who has come to the end of her life, of course doesn't care about the skin, she just cares about Ji Xun.

Looking at her, it was as if she sensed something.

Song Yu knew that he was running out of time, and he wanted to finish explaining everything he wanted to say, and said with relief again: "Ji Xun, don't you think our meeting is amazing?" That magical [stamp] has allowed us to know each other for a hundred years."

It's like leaving the [big sword] behind in the first place gave her a thought.

That thought sustained her through countless days of sadness and despair.

At this moment, Song Yu also left a thought for Ji Xun, and said slowly: "Don't be sad, don't be sad. If one day in the future, you really think of me. You can go and see me in the long river of time. I'll still be there. ”

Hearing this, Ji Xun's pupils shrank suddenly, and he seemed to see a bright light piercing the thick dark clouds in his mind.

That's right, the law of time!

Time and space can be traveled!

Song Yu continued in a very soft voice: "Since [stamps] can make us meet, then one day in the future, will you also be able to go back to the past and see me?" It's not me now, it's me at the age of eighteen. I think that the youthful 'Miss Fisher' at that time would still be very, very looking forward to meeting Mr. Ji Xun. ”

She said, meaningfully, "Looking back now, my life is like a storybook, and it's wonderful enough. I also want Mr. Ji Xun to have the opportunity to read again. Read about the good times we had together."

“.”

Ji Xun listened to those words, and his thoughts seemed to fall into a state of emptiness.

It was an epiphany as if a hole had been "chiseled" through the cognitive barrier.

In an instant, the mystery of time seemed to be lifted in front of his eyes, and he really touched it.

But before I could think about it, I listened to the tone in my ear getting weaker and weaker.

"There was so much to say, but unfortunately, I didn't have much time."

Song Yu said, like the daily sleepiness of a dying old man, and opened his eyes with some difficulty.

She tried hard to see her lover more at the last moment of her life.

It's exactly the same as I remember.

In that trance, she seemed to go back to the first time she saw this face.

Song Yu looked at Ji Xun, the smile on his old face was extremely happy and gentle.

"Oh, I've written you some letters over the years. But [stamps] couldn't send them. I wanted to burn it, but I was a little reluctant to think about leaving it to you. If you want to see it, just take a look."

The voice grew weaker and weaker.

Ji Xun listened, as if his soul had been withdrawn, and all his thoughts burst into the embankment, surging and stirring his soul.

At this moment, I listened to the old man muttering to himself, and said the last word of farewell: "Mr. Ji Xun, goodbye. The soul incense is gone, and I'm leaving. ”

Ji Xun found that the hand he was holding still wanted to hold himself hard, but it became more and more weak.

He hurriedly held it.

But I found that I couldn't hold it.

Don't.

Silly girl, don't go!

Seeing that those clear eyes gradually dissipated, Ji Xun was already full of tears, and finally said softly: "Miss Yu, I like you!" ”

Listening, Song Yu smiled.

As he spoke, Ji Xun went down and kissed the girl's forehead.

At this moment, the green smoke of the incense burner in the corner of the wall stopped abruptly.

At the last moment of his death, Song Yu wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

But the corners of her mouth kept smiling happily.

At the last moment when she closed her eyes, she looked at Ji Xun's eyes, still so gentle and full of love.

But in the next moment, her veins lit up with a pink glow.

This elegant and arrogant fisherwoman, who has been elegant and arrogant all her life, collapsed into pink rose petals in the sky under Ji Xun's kiss.

It's like a rose at the end of its flowering season, which eventually falls in the wind.

Looking at the petals in the sky, in a trance, Ji Xun seemed to see that pretty face smiling at him, and also heard the familiar voice ringing in his ears: "Hello, Mr. Ji Xun, my name is Song Yu." Nice to meet you. Well, goodbye. ”

But this goodbye is forever.

Never again.

Do you know, Mr. Ji Xun, meeting you is the greatest luck in my life.

Do you know, Miss Yu, meeting you is also the greatest luck in my life.

Fate is really like a clown, sometimes he likes to give people joy, sometimes he will tease people.

thought that he would not be sad for anyone in this life, but when he watched Song Yu leave, Ji Xun still had red eyes and burst into tears.

On the empty chair, only one picture frame remained.

Ji Xun remembered that this was the silly girl who had been holding in her arms.

He held out his hand.

I don't know why the hand that doesn't shake when killing people will tremble at the moment.

Picked it up and looked at it.

The black-and-white photograph is set against the backdrop of a beautiful small auditorium with a small spire.

The walls of the auditorium are covered with waterfall roses.

The flowers are in full bloom and blooming brilliantly.

In the middle of the photo, the corners of the young man's mouth are slightly raised, and he is heroic;

And the girl in the floral dress had a happy and bright smile on her face.

Youth is the most beautiful age.

Their smiles are frozen in the photo.

Looking at that bright smiling face, Ji Xun's mind instantly appeared with the words that the girl said.

Death is not a loss of life, she is simply frozen in time.

"Silly girl, I'll come to find you in the long river of time"

Ji Xun held the photo frame and muttered to himself.

Certain.

Looking at the black and white photos, it feels like yesterday.

It seems that I have seen the cheerful girl with bright eyes and bright teeth living in front of me again.

But the empty chair in front of him made sad thoughts immediately come to his heart.

Ji Xun also knew that for her, it was a hundred years ago.

For him, it's also a lifetime.

Ji Xun stood in place with the photo frame in his hand.

Long.

Long.

There was also a small bookshelf next to the chair, densely packed with letters in dark yellow envelopes.

None of them were sent, but they were neatly organized.

His thoughts calmed down a bit, and Ji Xun sat on the chair that was still slightly warm.

Lay down for a moment.

He took down a step of letters and opened them one by one.

The delicate and kind handwriting catches your eye.

"Ji Xun, when you saw these letters, I was no longer there, I left these letters, not because I wanted you to be sad. I want you to know that I have really had a good life in this life. Thank you. Thank you for having you in my life."

Ji Xun looked at it, and there seemed to be endless grit in his eyes.

"June 11th, today is the third day of your departure, Mr. Chaoyang. I'm sorry, but I cried for a long, long time. Don't laugh at me. Then, I remembered that I still have a magical [stamp]~"

"Today is the fourth day, and I want to tell you that I remember everything about us, but I forgot your name and face. Obviously, I miss you all the time, but why did I forget your appearance, not even the photo, I was so sad that I asked my grandfather later, and he said that it seems that some memories have been disturbed by the law, and he is very distressed."

"Today is the thirteenth day of our separation. Mr. Chaoyang, I know that it may be a long time before we meet again. But I'm still afraid that you will suddenly come back one day, and I will not be there. So it's all the time in the treehouse these days. If I open the door and see you, I will be pleasantly surprised."

"Today is Mr. Chaoyang, I have a promise to you, I have to face life very bravely, reading, playing the piano, raising flowers, and writing to you."

"Every time I miss you, I take out the letters we exchanged and read them a few times, and then I cry profusely. Chaoyang, you said that I was very useless, I couldn't do anything."

"Mr. Chaoyang, if you don't reply to my letter, I will ignore you! Hmph, I'm not writing to you anymore. Well, if you reply to me, I'll still write it to you."

"Something interesting happened today, do you remember the bird's nest outside the windowsill of the treehouse? Haha, today I found out that the lark I fed last year has come back with its mate."

"Chaoyang, do you know that every year when the roses are in full bloom, I go back to the manor, and then stand under the flower wall of the small hall, thinking that we used to take pictures here."

"It's been ten years, Chaoyang, where the hell are you. I was sad today, and when I looked in the mirror, I noticed a wrinkle in the corner of my eye. If you don't come to see me again, I'm afraid you won't know me. Even if I know each other, it's an old girl (* ̄〈 ̄)."

「.」

"This year marks the 15th anniversary of our separation. Oh, I don't want to tell you, but I've had a serious illness lately, and it's terrible, and I'm afraid I won't see you anymore."

"Chaoyang, time flies so fast, I've been waiting for fifty years, and I still haven't heard anything from you. The passage of time has made me forget too many things. I'm afraid I'll forget you one day, but I can't bear to. Even if I forget everything, I don't want to forget you."

"Obviously, I thought we had been separated for a short time, but before I knew it, it had been sixty years. The second half of my life is like a reflection of time, and it reminds me of my youth. Even though the years have changed, I still feel that it was the happiest day of my life."

"For many years, I was puzzled why [Stamps] didn't send the letters again. It wasn't until the past few years that I gradually woke up. It's not that the letter wasn't sent, it's that it ran out of energy when we met each other. Wow, doesn't that mean, when [stamps] have more energy, can you send me a letter again? Sent to eighteen-year-old me? Hahaha. When I think of this, I suddenly don't feel sad. Well, I'm looking forward to it."

"Time is getting faster and faster. Although I hate to admit it, the truth is that I am very old and I always feel very weak when I go far away. I feel like I won't be able to go around looking for you in a few years. I asked the juniors in my family to take the [Great Sword] to the major cities, if you see it, remember to come and see me as soon as possible, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for you."

"This year marks the 70th anniversary of our separation."

"Time flies so fast, it seems like a flash of effort, and this year is already the eighty-first year of our separation."

"The younger generations in my family reminded me that this year was my 100th birthday. Oh my God, I'm so old. But every time I write a letter, I still think that I am the fisherwoman that Mr. Chaoyang knows, well, I still want to see you on my birthday."

"Time is really amazing, it makes me forget a lot of memories, but it also makes some memories more mellow."

"Oh, I finally understand some of the mysteries of time in the stamps. Every time I think of the beginning, I am still very glad that I met the most handsome you at the most beautiful age~"

"The detective I commissioned said he found you! I finally understood everything, and understood that the time of meeting that you didn't say back then turned out to be a hundred years later, it's really amazing."

"I didn't want you to feel sorry for you. I want to know that I am already very happy in my life because of your appearance, and I have no regrets. I want to tell you that I often feel that you are by my side when I write letters. And when you read these letters, do you also feel that I am by your side? Hahaha, then we can be considered to have been with each other for a lifetime? But from now on, you're the only one, so be fine."

「.」

There are a lot of letters, but Ji Xun looks at them seriously, word by word.

These letters span a full hundred years.

Between the lines, there is a strong sense of longing.

Later, it was like a family member.

Ji Xun looked at these letters and realized that people can really rely on thoughts and memories to love someone who has no connection, year after year.

None of the letters were sent, but the silly girl was still writing silly.

She thought like she had done before, thinking that [stamps] would help her get these letters to Chaoyang.

I've been looking forward to replying to me countless times.

But numerous disappointments.

Even if you never receive a reply,

She still insisted on writing.

Even if the years change, she is still the simple and kind girl in her memory.

Not even the tone of the letter has changed.

She glimpsed some mysteries of time, and she was afraid that the "rising sun" who received the letter would not remember her.

I used to write almost every day.

Later, a few days, a dozen days, and a few months.

But for a year at most.

Almost every year, Song Yu writes a letter on the fixed date of June 8.

For that was the day they were separated a hundred years ago.

I don't know how long it took, Ji Xun read these letters, and let out a long breath.

One letter after another, like the girl's own intimate chatter in her ear.

It's just ordinary words of longing, but the soul seems to be soothed, and the sadness is still there, but it is gentler and deeper.

In the letter, she recounted her life.

Although Ji Xun is a hundred years late, it seems that she has seen the bits and pieces of her growth experience in the years.

As a reader, I personally accompanied and read her life.

These letters will also be turned over again and again by Ji Xun for many years to come.

As the letter said, the two seem to be using this way, staggered time and space, and accompanied each other.

"Silly Girl"

While Ji Xun was in a melancholy mood, the mystery of the time in front of him gradually became clear.

He knew that these letters were a priceless gift from Song Yu.

Some of her understanding of the mysteries of time is hidden between the lines.

Ji Xun's mind also instantly thought of that question.

Since [Chrono Stamp] can allow him to travel through time and space,

so

If the stamps could be reused in the future, or if I could see through the mysteries of time in the future, would I go back to see her?

Definitely!

This thought flashed through Ji Xun's mind.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, and he said to himself somewhere in the void, as if inexplicably: "So, you are here, but I can't see you?" ”

Ji Xun felt that if he really had the ability to travel through time in the future, he would definitely take a look at himself at this juncture, and then take a look at himself who had just touched the mystery of time.

So, am I and my future self looking at each other at this moment?

Long.

Didn't wait for the response of "future me".

Ji Xun's eyes were deep and confused.

It seems like some kind of cognitive conflict.

He couldn't comprehend something beyond what he knew now.

So

What exactly is the nature of time?

Like a storybook that has already been written?

After mastering the power of the laws of time and space, from the perspective of the "reader", if you want to see that page, you will turn that page?

It's like Song Yu's life is over, and her story is over.

But if you turn it back, she's still there.

And what about myself?

Is it an unfinished storybook? Or will it freeze only when it's finished?

Or is it that the protagonists of this storybook are the "universe" itself, which never changes with the will of all things?

The myriad thoughts in my head are becoming more and more complex.

Ji Xun knew that it was something of a higher dimension that he couldn't recognize at the moment.

The supreme law of time needs a long, long time to comprehend in the future.

I definitely can't figure it out now.

But Song Yu's letters seemed to have opened a hole in his cognitive barrier hammer.

And a light came in.

The light was faint.

But it's never been as dazzling as this moment.

And it's persistent.

Glimpsing the secret of time, Ji Xun also felt more and more that human beings were really small.

and ignorance.

Just like when I chatted with Master Merlin before, Ji Xun knew a saying about the transcendent law: even if human beings can touch the laws of the universe, less than five percent of the five senses can "perceive" it.

The world you see is always just a world expressed by your limited cognition, paranoid and narrow-minded.

And the transcendent meaning is to let the card master get a glimpse of the mysteries of the universe that exist in itself.

Including the mystery of time.

Unknowingly, Ji Xun fell into a wonderful state of thinking.

(End of chapter)