An old man dressed in black cloth walked freely from the rain, with a heavy and solemn emotion.

He was in good shape, and although he was not wearing any protective jacket to protect him from the rain, his complexion remained as usual, and his cheeks were flushed with normal ruddy.

The rain trickled down the gray hair, onto the wrinkled skin, stuck to the cloth, and finally poured into the long black cloth boots.

Wet and drenched, it looks like a homeless stray dog.

Those dark green and clear eyes were full of longing and cherishment.

The rain and the wind seemed to be nothing in his eyes.

Among the scattered and crooked tombstones, only one of them glows with delicacy and cleanliness all year round, standing in the clutter and easily recognizable.

Rain-filled cloth boots make a croaking sound with every step.

The old man ignored it at all, walked straight to the tombstone, bent down slightly, his body trembling and majestic, and he looked old. Holding the ground already flooded by rain with his palms, he sat in front of the tombstone.

The old man put the food box in front of the tombstone, slowly opened it, took out the fruit bowl one by one, and placed it in front of the tombstone, his tone full of showing off and happy.

"I know you like to eat fruits, and I secretly saved seven or eight kinds of fruits, and brought them to you. Watermelon, apple, pear, peach, mangosteen...... You eat slowly, don't choke. ”

The old man touched the tombstone, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the tombstone up and down little by little.

The tombstone that had just been wiped clean was once again flooded by the torrential rain, and the old man had a little helpless starlight in his eyes.

The transparent water droplets hanging on his face, I don't know if they are rain drops, or tears of sorrow.

The old man stretched out his old palm and stroked the tombstone, with a nostalgic look on his face.

"You don't have any other hobbies in your life, you just like to eat, you eat everything you are given, and you especially love all kinds of fruits. I remember when we first met, you had an orange in your hand. His eyes were swarthy, like stars in the sky. I just watched you silently, and you quietly avoided your body, with two points of caution on your face. Peeling off the skin of the orange petals and tearing the flesh inside little by little is really greedy and cute. ”

The old man picked up an orange-yellow fruit from the fruit bowl and continued to mutter.

"By the way, we also have oranges today, I'll peel them for you, just look at me. ”

Yuan Yiyi couldn't perceive anything in his sleep, he was washed away by the rain, and he even forgot about the heat and cold.

Only the old and melodious voice can be heard, and the deep nostalgia is so caught off guard and falls in my heart.

Raindrops fell in pools of black blisters, splashing layer after layer of ripples.

A soft tone, full of love. Yuan Yiyi's consciousness woke up little by little, as if he was about to wake up.

But for some reason, I can hear the voices around me, but I can't open my eyes.

There was an open wind all around, and the rain was even colder in the night, and it hit his body with a bone-chilling pain.

Fortunately, after getting used to it, you will feel numb.

Yuan Yiyi endured the wind and cold one by one, unable to open his eyes, and unable to leave here.

Yuan Yiyi was a little helpless, accompanied by the tombstone, listening to the old man's next chatter.

"I don't have any big hobbies in my life, I like to drink some loose white, and I like the most ordinary loose white. Because the first sip is loose white, and when you get used to it, you can't do without it. In contrast, the long-standing and mellow good wine, when drunk, lost its taste. You said that you can't find anything else in you, why do I like you so much. Hahaha, that's weird. ”

The old man took a flask from his waist and poured it to his mouth, the pain in his heart seemed to be diminished by two points.

"I know, you don't like me drinking. Drinking hurts my body, but I don't have any other hobbies in my life. If you were still here, you would definitely slap me twice, count me down a few more words, and then helplessly, watch me continue to drink. But now that you've left me behind, and a youkai has left, leaving me with a youkai, why are you so ruthless......?

The old man seemed to be choked by the drink, coughed and coughed, and was silent for a while, silently looking at the tombstone, looking at the rain curtain, looking at the desolation in the distance, and looking at the gloom in the distance.

The old man sat on the ground, suddenly stretched out his hand, hugged the tombstone excitedly, and cried loudly, snot and tears mixed together, with a bit of desolation and embarrassment.

"Woooooooooo......oo You say, "Why are you so ruthless......?"

After crying for a long time, the old man's pale hair was attached to his face, he silently raised his head, poured another sip of wine, and shouted loudly with hatred.

"Hmph, you wicked woman, you actually left me a monster in this world, and I will never pay attention to you again. ”

Yuan Yiyi frowned slightly, and he didn't know why the kind murmur suddenly turned into a feeling of almost madness.

Perhaps, losing is always impatient for youkai.

Perhaps, losing is an extreme, very painful thing.

Yuan Yiyi rolled his eyes in his dream, and in reality, his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them at all, let alone turn his eyes.

Yuan Yiyi wanted to plug his ears, but his body couldn't move for a minute, so he had to endure the old man's mourning for his dead lover.

Perhaps, in this case, being quiet is the greatest respect for the deceased.

The old man picked up the black sleeve and wiped his whole face with a happy look on his face.

"The children at home said they wanted to come and see you, but it was too cold and rainy, so I didn't let them come. Do you want them to come over and rob me of my wife, hahaha. ”

Yuan Yiyi seemed to be back in the Aoi Garden, and the mothers were chattering with each other.

At this moment, listening to the old man's detailed and illogical chatter, it felt familiar and cordial.

"Madame, eat more, I braved the storm to bring you food. Madam, don't bother me, we'll see each other once a year. These fruits are fresh, I look at you. I'm worried, it's dark, and the thunder is so loud that it will scare you. ”

The old man sat on the ground, muttering at the black tombstone in front of him, without any look of disappointment or loneliness.

On the contrary, the calm atmosphere of the world gradually evaporates between the words.

"Madame, I remember the first time we hugged was on a rainy night. The thunder was so loud that you ran into my arms like a frightened bunny. Of course I'm happy, but I don't say anything, hahaha. You may not know that since that night of hugging, I have been looking forward to the thunder and rain every day. ”

The old man sighed, his tone was relaxed and pleasant, and he reversed the order of the fruit bowls and stood up slowly.

With a broom, I swept the fallen leaves and dead branches next to the tombstone.

In the dark night, the black figure blends with the desolation, without any sense of abruptness.

It's like, the cleaning work, the old man has been doing it for hundreds of years.

It was dark, but I could still see the emerald green thing next to the tombstone.

The old man took a broom and swept back and forth in the verdant things.

Yuan Yiyi felt not only cold on his body, but also like a thousand needles piercing, very uncomfortable, and he couldn't open his eyes.

The emerald green figure remained motionless, and the old man knew it in his heart, and said with a sigh.

"Madam, when did your tombstone grow moss, it was still so big. If you think about it, it's good. That way, you won't be alone. ”

The old man swept the area around the tombstone, sweeping the fallen leaves to the messy tombstone.

Trembling, he brushed his wet hair, shook his hand gently, and returned to the clean tombstone, sitting upright.

"But this moss is a bit ugly, and next time I come, I'll bring you some flower seeds, so it's pretty." When, we're going to have to be beautiful. ”