Rebel Demon King

Chapter 1388 Chapter 15 Tonight or any other night, we share the light of this lamp (2)

"Dear Mr. Sun Yong! Dear Mr. Joshua! Distinguished guests! And my dear Japanese citizens! It is an honor to continue to speak to you in the studio hall of the Yokohama Peace Center. Oh~ I have heard it Someone is asking: Weren't you dead just now? Or were you cut in half with a knife! It became 2.5 pieces. No, it was Wu Xun (pu) Wu (gòu) Wu."

There was a burst of happy laughter in the studio. This laughter was somewhat similar to the cheering laughter that usually appears in variety shows. It was a little mechanical and not from the heart. After all, not everyone here was. Japanese people, not even Two-dimensional, understand this shit.

During the laughter, Koizumi Kyojiro paused for a moment, and when the laughter subsided, he continued: "It is a pity that Gojo Satoru cannot be resurrected, but I can be resurrected. Because what everyone saw just now was a scene, in order to draw out the black Death disease and the advent of Satan are a scene that only important people have to perform. Here, we must thank Her Majesty the Virgin and Saionji-san for their wonderful performances, especially Her Majesty, in order to eliminate the Black Death and the advent of Satan. , made an extremely huge sacrifice, I hope my special thanks can eliminate the doubts of the public and believers about the crown of the Holy Virgin."

There was thunderous applause from the audience. Benner Nielsen, who was standing behind the camera by the aisle, was holding a mobile phone in one hand and looking at the video of Koizumi Kyojiro's speech not long ago. He was thinking about the high-spirited Koizumi Kyojiro in the camera and fell into deep thought. .

“When the Black Death and the arrival of Satan destroyed the tranquility and peace of the world, we should immediately see that all organizations around the world are uniting to contribute their own efforts for true freedom and security, and for the harmonious development of every society. Power. For example, this operation planned by our kamikaze has achieved extremely fruitful results."

Yokohama Peace Conference Center, General Lounge.

In the living room, the 120-inch Sony TV was playing Koizumi Kyojiro's speech. Cheng Mo sat on the sofa and watched the TV carefully with a steaming teacup in his hand.

Aoi Saionji held a long knife in her arms and stood behind him, her eyes closed with a solemn expression, as if listening to nearby sounds.

On the other hand, Saionji Benimaru was sitting on the single sofa next to Cheng Mo. He glanced in the direction of the bedroom from time to time. Through the "Yamato Painting" screen, he could see the standing figures of several bird-beaked doctors. , and the electronic creature standing motionless and stiff, like a strange shadow puppet show.

After a while, Matsumoto Yasunori and Hamada Kiyofumi walked out one after another. Saionji Benimaru looked at Koizumi Kyojiro who was still speaking on the TV, then looked at Matsumoto Yasunori and Hamada Kiyofumi, shaking his feather fan. , smiled and said slightly dissatisfied: "Why didn't you inform me earlier about such a fun thing?" He turned to look at Cheng Mo, "Am I already your untrustworthy partner?"

Before Cheng Mo could speak, Saionji Aoi opened her eyes, frowned, and said seriously: "Benimaru-chan, how can you talk to the king like this?"

Cheng Mo smiled and said before Saionji Aoi could apologize to him, "It's okay." He looked away from the screen and looked back at Saionji Benimaru, slowly suppressed his smile and sighed. He made a sound and said, "Saionji-san, this is not fun at all, it only makes people feel tired."

"Tired?" Saionji Benimaru stared directly into Cheng Mo's eyes, "Doing things you don't want to do will make you tired easily. It seems that you are more tired of power and killing than I thought."

Saionji Aoi frowned again and emphasized her tone, "Benimaru, use the honorific title. Don't act so frivolous in front of the king."

Saionji Benimaru ignored his sister's request and continued to say in a teasing tone: "To be honest, I almost thought you would never come out again, hide in the Garden of Eden, hug each other, and live a happy life, no matter what It’s spring, summer and autumn and winter outside.”

Seeing that Saionji Aoi wanted to commit seppuku after a disagreement, Cheng Mo pressed Saionji Aoi's hand again, "There is no need to be so particular between friends."

Saionji Aoi took back her sword and returned to her state of resting with her eyes closed.

Saionji Benimaru still looked straight at Cheng Mo with a smile on his face, without even turning his eyes, "Friend?"

Both women and men would blush and panic under the direct gaze of Saionji Benimaru, but Cheng Mo calmly looked back at Saionji Benimaru, smiled noncommittally and said: "I still remember when I wrote to you. I made a promise to you." He put down the tea cup and closed the lid. "I have never forgotten it. I think that is the interesting thing for us."

Saionji Benimaru looked away and laughed. After laughing for a while, he said happily: "I'm glad you still remember."

"I dare not forget the promises I made." Cheng Mo stared at the screen and answered casually.

Just at this time, Koizumi Kyojiro finished his speech, and it was Joshua Rothchild's turn to take the stage. The camera gave a few seconds of close-up of Joshua Rothchild as he slowly walked onto the stage.

"I see that your electronic biohuman technology is very mature." Saionji Benimaru shook his feather fan, "Isn't this a good opportunity to replace Joshua Luo Tongcheng? Why should you let it go?"

"I'm not sure if Star Gate will detect it. In order not to alert the enemy, I have to let him go." Cheng Mo replied.

"But such a large-scale replacement. Isn't this something that will be discovered sooner or later?" Saionji Benimaru fanned his feather fan and shook his head and said, "It is too difficult to do all this without being noticed. Taller."

"There's no need to test," Cheng Mo said. "We really wanted to catch everyone at this conference, but we didn't expect that Edward Rothchild and Napoleon VII, who were originally scheduled to attend, actually canceled the trip at short notice. But this The voting on the topics of the second conference is crucial, so we have to choose to replace some people to ensure that Tai Chi Long’s proposal can be passed.”

"'Long March Plan'? Fully develop interstellar travel spacecraft?"

Cheng Mo nodded, "Tai Chi Long is right. The Chosen One system is an interstellar travel system. It has nothing to do with fighting. It's just that we humans use it to fight for power."

Saionji Benimaru smiled, "You revealed this to Taichi Dragon, right? Are you pushing for all this? Also, mice never think about the future. There is nothing more important than cheese on a sticky board. What? If we really let the mice choose, of course they would choose to nest anywhere on the earth and not go anywhere! What does danger and extinction have to do with me? Even the planet we mice live on is facing unprecedented unprecedented conditions all the time. Everyone can pretend not to see the crisis. The future and the present, of course, the present is more important. No one is willing to endure hardship, and no one is willing to risk losing the 'Chosen One System', so the 'Long March Plan' will inevitably fail." He put away his feather fan and clapped his hands "pa, pa, pa", "I didn't expect that you wouldn't mind losing Lucifer's crown and sword! That's what even David Rockefeller dreamed of! It's so great. Oh! Mojiang, you are working hard for the future of mankind, but so many people regard you as the devil! What kind of secondary plot is this! I just want to burst into tears, what can I say? The world kisses with pain Me, I still sing in return.”

Cheng Mo said helplessly: "Don't be weird, I just want to keep my promise." He said nonchalantly, "It's not that I can't accept it when everyone stays on earth playing video games."

Saionji Benimaru smiled and shook his head and said, "Just because you can accept it, doesn't mean you like it."

Cheng Mo did not deny, "In short, we must complete the replacement of global politicians as soon as possible, especially some key figures in Star Gate and Ou Yu. The two most important people are Edward Rothchild and Napoleon VII. We must rob Before they know it.”

"As soon as possible?"

"As soon as possible is as soon as possible." Cheng Mo replied, "We have to wait for a suitable opportunity."

"It's not that easy." Saionji Benimaru shook his head again, "The Third Divine General and the No. 12 Divine General are two thousand-year-old bastards. If they can still retain the position of Divine General today, they can't survive. Is it? I don’t know about the situation of the third general. I have some information about the No. 12 general. They say that the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles never leave the turtle shell of the Cyclops Fortress. When they go out to participate in activities and meetings, they use stand-ins. , I’m just afraid of being killed by you.”

"People always tend to be perfect and correct rationally, but sensibility always leads people in another direction." Cheng Mo said meaningfully.

Saionji Benimaru wanted to continue asking, but Xishi opened the door, stuck his head in, looked at Cheng Mo and said maliciously: "The boss is looking for you."

Xishi didn't say who it was, but Cheng Mo guessed who it was from Xishi's expression. He asked calmly: "Where is she?"

"They just came down the stairs and will be in the corridor soon." Xishi said with a smile, "Do you want me to stop her?"

Cheng Mo shook his head, "No need."

"Ah!" Xishi exclaimed, covering her mouth and said, "You're not going to go see Her Majesty the Holy Maiden behind the boss's back, are you?"

Cheng Mo glanced at Xishi coldly and said angrily: "Has Akkar Cavusoglu dealt with it?"

"The old fox's real body is not in the shikigami. What's lying inside is a substitute. But I've planted spies around him, so he can't escape."

"In that case, why not do what you should do."

Xishi stuck out his tongue, closed the door, and disappeared.

Cheng Mo remained silent for a few seconds in the frozen atmosphere of the room. He stood up from the sofa and said to Benimaru Saionji next to him, "Sorry, excuse me." Then he looked at Aoi Saionji next to him, "Aoi , you stay here with your brother."

Saionji Aoi nodded.

Saionji Benimaru chuckled and said: "I am the one who should apologize to you. I just said some terrible things to your predecessor and current one." He added: "Actually, I really want to know who of them is more powerful. , when it comes to a life and death fight, who will you choose to help?"

Cheng Mo lowered his head and looked down at Saionji Benimaru expressionlessly for a few seconds before he said calmly: "I imprisoned you once, how long was that time?"

Saionji Benimaru smiled and replied: "570, fourteen hours, 39 minutes and 20 seconds a day."

"If you do it again, you may miss countless interesting episodes."

"My respected king, there is no need to scare your loyal old friend like this." Saionji Benimaru paused, still smiling and said, "Boredom is not that terrible, and the emotion of fun is not that important. What's more, Being locked up might not be a fun thing."

"No one likes a friend who often goes crazy with cyber attacks." Cheng Mo said, "Xiyuanji-san, you have to know your limits and boundaries, that's the way to be a friend."

After saying that, Cheng Mo disappeared silently into the lounge, leaving only the two siblings of Xiyuanji in the room.

Saionji Benimaru stared at the still slightly fluctuating air and said with a smile: "Sister, is the man I chose for you not bad?"

"The king is very good."

Saionji Benimaru changed his tone and said in a deep voice: "Then you have been with him for so long, why haven't you slept with him yet?" He sighed, "I am so disappointed."

Faced with Saionji Benimaru's unfounded anger, Saionji Aoi didn't get angry. Instead, she bowed and apologized very naturally: "I'm sorry, brother." She said carefully, "The king is more restrained than you think. It’s even depressing, not to mention that Wang has the ability to see into people’s hearts.”

"Don't you fall in love with him wholeheartedly? Do you know what love is? It's not just being wholeheartedly good for a person, but a fierce, brave, and unscrupulous collision. Don't be submissive and afraid of angering him. .”

Saionji Aoi bent her waist lower and continued to say in a low voice: "I don't understand. If you like someone, of course you have to be nice to him and serve him with all your heart!"

"Sigh~~ It's better to ask you to die than to ask you to have some personality." Saionji Benimaru said angrily, "Forget it, just because of you, I'm afraid you will only be given shoes to Athena and Xie Minyun forever. What a bastard Waste!"

Saionji Aoi immediately bowed, "I'm so sorry."

Saionji Benimaru waved his hand, "I'm asking too much of you. Just be your housekeeper first and don't let him dump you."

Saionji Aoi straightened up, tilted her head, and had a gentle smile on her beautiful face with exquisite makeup, "I will try my best."

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(BGM——"Sakura Copy")
Cheng Mo teleported to the circular elevator hall, facing the fire door of the safety exit.The white ceiling lamp illuminated the walls and floor white. The gray steel fire door was broken and no trace was left. The empty and dark stairwell looked like a passage to another time and space in the dazzling white world.

Entering, I don’t know where I will go.Waiting, I don’t know who will come.Or, knowing who is about to arrive, but still feeling terrified and dominated by unknown emotions.

Cheng Mo hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time, feeling flustered and hanging.He held his breath, stepped on his shadow, and walked slowly to the door.A fresh breeze blew out from the stairwell, blowing an icy air that reminded people of the icy and snowy weather in Ennos.He stopped and heard the subtle and rapid footsteps in the stairwell, just like the second hand of a clock beating rapidly on the ladder of time and space.

Suddenly, he felt that the design of the clock was a kind of deception. Time rotated inside it, round and round, and over and over again. It seemed to be telling you, don't be too hasty. One day passed and another was a new day. Time would never end. .

When did people suddenly realize that life is so limited?

Obviously everyone cares about time so much. It is obvious that each of us is counting time all the time.Maybe it’s because time is not a limited scale in front of us, but a 15-yuan, 10-minute bumper car game when I was a kid. It’s comics, novels, and textbooks one after another. It’s a blank assignment when the balance is insufficient during the summer vacation. It’s a time before the college entrance examination. A calendar with pages torn out is posted next to the blackboard.Then, it is a ticket from hometown to a foreign land, a text message notification that monthly living expenses have been paid, a library card, a canteen meal card, game equipment, and long chat records with the opposite sex, a graduation certificate, a group photo, and A short and lengthy farewell in front of the platform.Later, it was one resume after another, including salary slips, movie tickets, marriage certificates, house books, loan balances, and birth certificates.
Everything and every item reminds us that when the time comes, what should you do? It’s so urgent.It is so clear and distinct, yet so vague and obscure.It seems to be constantly changing, and it seems to remain unchanged, as if we are always spinning around in things and people, just like the busy hands on the dial.You clearly perceive that time exists and flows in your destiny, as if it is a long river that will never dry up.

Until death comes suddenly.

Maybe it's a close relative, maybe it's yourself. When you are forced to face death, you will find that you have more and more memories and less and less time.For you, time is not a cycle of night and day day after day, nor is it the passing of spring and autumn year after year.Time is like a flower that blooms and withers and turns into mud and is ground into dust. It is like a candle that burns out until its ashes cannot be rekindled.

At this time, you understand that maybe time is infinite, but life is limited. Every step you take is towards the end, and every face you see is a farewell.You walk on time, and when you look back, you see that time is not a long line, but a vast wasteland, and all the things and people worth remembering are just the stars above your head that are out of reach.

Cheng Mo heard the sound of footsteps changing from the second hand to the minute hand.

Time slowed down.

Cheng Mo recalled the fleeting glance four years ago. For him, the pain was second only to watching her turn into a ray of light in Paris.

He will always try his best to forget painful memories.Sometimes, memories can be your enemy. They can always flash up from scenes that you can't escape at certain moments, quietly and with a fatal blow.Sometimes, it is also the starlight that shines on you and guides you when you are struggling to survive in the wasteland of time.

Cheng Mo heard footsteps approaching, but they were so slow that they almost stopped, like the hands of time.His mind went blank, and his eyes were also white. It was her snow-white skirt floating around the corner, like the petals of a white lotus peeled off by the wind.He stared into the dark eyes, becoming dizzy at the sudden whiteness that fell into his field of vision.People are used to darkness and suddenly see light, that's it.Time became longer at this moment, and the surroundings became quiet. It was not the kind of silence where there was absolutely no sound, but like a forest, with the moonlight passing through the branches, the sound of running water, the distant chirping of insects, and the lonely traveler walking among the mottled trees. of silence.He waited in silence and saw her face, as if he were seeing a light illuminating the lost.Just like many years ago, he saw her in a white dress under the steps of the school auditorium.

Time froze.

In the near-still stiffness, countless pictures flashed through Cheng Mo's blank mind. Those pictures, over and over again, would flash back in his brain at certain moments.At this moment, it was difficult for him to distinguish whether these memories were heavy baggage that could not be left behind, or stars and fire that guided the way.

he does not know.He only knows that he misses the old house without an elevator, misses the balcony with the old gramophone, misses the school by the Xiangjiang River, misses the McDonald's at the foot of Yuelu Mountain, and misses the ordinary things he once had. Now it's like a dream, where the people he misses often appear there, where he can see them and say to them: "I miss you so much."

But those are words that can only be conveyed in dreams.

Now, he stands here, standing in the memory, as if he is standing on an ancient film. You can't say what's in your heart, you have to follow the lines.

The light faded away at some point, and he saw the person he longed for standing on the steps, face turned up, wearing a familiar one-shoulder dress, clear and fair without any trace of human smoke.

In a daze, he seemed to be back to that evening after the rain many years ago, when a rainbow hung slanting in the sky, the water on the roadside reflected the orange street lights, and his lips were stained with sweet fragrance.

"Senior, long time no see."

He closed his eyes, subconsciously opened his tight lips, and said the same classic and vulgar dialogue that he said many years ago.In fact, he should have said this sentence four years ago, but there are always many times when people say things that they don't mean. Just like dialogue in novels, lines in movies, thought-provoking words are always pondered by readers for a long time. Trying to find the resonance lurking beneath the words.

This is probably the origin of reading comprehension, but different readings bring different understandings. Except for God, sometimes even the author may not really understand what he was thinking when he wrote this sentence.Just like Shakespeare's famous saying: There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand readers.To put it into modern slang - Shakespeare knows nothing about "Hamlet".

I don’t know how long these timeless words have been lingering in the empty stairwell. Time has briefly lost the ability to measure the length of life.Until Cheng Mo stared at Xie Minyun holding on to the railing and walking down slowly, he vaguely felt that life was changing from solidification to flow, and time and space were changing accordingly. One step at dusk, one step into morning rain, her winding body line seemed to turn into The Yangtze River has flowed from ancient times to this century.He saw that her eyes were like petals fluttering messily in the wind, sometimes rippling in the clear blue waves of the Xiangjiang River, sometimes lingering in the golden treetops of the sea of ​​white birches.

Cheng Mo watched Xie Minyun getting closer and closer. Her slightly melancholy eyebrows, her tight lips, and her exposed shoulders all became tangible. In dizziness, she exuded The bright Qinghui carried a heavy sense of reality, as if it had traveled through an eternal dream and arrived in front of him.

In the silence, he heard her breathing, as if he heard the whistles coming to the shore one after another, long, gratifying, and extremely slow.He saw the light and shadow changing, just as she walked out of the fire door that looked like a passage to another world, like the midsummer sunshine that waxed and waned with the clouds, passing through the sea breeze, casting the shape of lovesickness on the waiting person's face.Until the eyes of the two people finally met, he had a feeling of the dust settling, just like a ship docking, a traveler returning home, a lover waiting for him, and the family he thought about day and night, and his cold body finally found warmth. location.

Xie Minyun stopped and stood just within arm's reach of him. She stared at him like a friend reunited after a long absence and said softly: "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"No." Cheng Mo shook his head, "I just arrived."

"It's snowing outside," Xie Minyun said, "so I came a little late."

Cheng Mo's throat was dry and he asked knowingly, "Is it snowing?"

Xie Minyun smiled slightly and said, "It's snowing, very heavy snow."

Cheng Mo hadn't seen Xie Minyun's smile for a long time. This smile was like the break of dawn, which dazzled him. He fell into it for a moment before coming back to his senses and saying "Oh~".

Xie Minyun's bright eyes were like a pool of autumn water reflecting the full moon. She just looked at him, as if a breeze was blowing in the lake in her heart, causing soft ripples. It seemed that she had thousands of words to say, but she didn't know anything. Ye said, seeming to be waiting for his response.

Cheng Mo's brain went into overload because he didn't know how to continue the conversation. Even in the face of David Rockefeller, this brain that was comparable to a supercomputer did not lose its computing power, but at this time it was on the verge of shutting down, and he was speaking incoherently. "Then~~~Then~~~" he said a few times before he said a little at a loss, "How about... how about we go for a walk? Maybe it's not very convenient here."

Xie Minyun bit her lip and smiled, "Okay! Let's go for a walk."

Cheng Mo breathed a sigh of relief and seemed to have taken off his heavy guard, "The seaside? Or somewhere?"

"It's all right, I listen to you."

Xie Minyun's voice was as before, light and dignified, not condescending but keeping an appropriate distance, not too unfamiliar but not at all intimate.But Cheng Mo felt a little disappointed when he heard it. He never expected what the meeting would be like, but he also didn't expect it to be so ordinary. It was like old friends meeting each other after many years.

He calmed down his awkward and awkward state and said, "Then let's go."

Xie Minyun nodded and said, "Okay."

The two people did not use "teleport" and walked into the stairwell like ordinary people, walking from the white light into the obscure darkness.They walked up the stairs. The stairs were not particularly wide, but they were not particularly narrow either. It was more than enough for the two of them to walk side by side.

Xie Minyun was about five punches away from Cheng Mo. This distance could not be considered alienated, but it could not be said to be close either.But Cheng Mo remembered that in the past, even if the distance between him and Xie Minyun was one behind the other, they were not as far away and out of reach as they are now.Many times, the distance between people has nothing to do with physical distance, but only with the connection of the soul. What stands between two people is not the half-meter distance, but the unknown to each other over the years.

The two of them walked up a flight of stairs in silence, as if they were maintaining a tacit understanding and didn't speak, and they seemed to be waiting for the other person to speak first.

In the darkness, Cheng Mo remained silent, but there was a hot stone hidden in his heart. He did not dare to look at Xie Minyun's face. He listened to Xie Minyun's breathing and footsteps as if he was listening to lyrical music played on headphones.This soothing music cooled the fiery red blockage in his heart and allowed his heartbeat to gradually normalize.But his delicately accurate brain lost the ability to calculate time. He completely forgot how many steps he had walked up and how long it took him, until the light from the side door leading to the square shone on him. On his face, it was projected into his pupils, and he realized that he was not in a dream just now, but in reality.

The two of them stopped at the same time, on the edge of the safety exit, as if they were afraid of leaving the dreamland.They watched in silence. The towering spotlights on all sides of the square illuminated the world in a brilliant white. The snowflakes falling from the sky were irregularly dense in the light, floating and falling slowly with their breathing.In the distance, the roofs of row upon row of high-rise buildings were piled with frost-like white snow. Thousands of lights were on below, and the shadows were covered with a layer of white gauze.This world is as beautiful as a fairy tale.

Xie Minyun seemed to remember something, and stretched out his hand out of the eaves to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky.Perhaps it was because her hands were also very cold, but the white, beautiful crystal gently fell into the center of her palm without melting, and looked like a diamond under the light.

Of course Cheng Mo understood where the snow came from and why it happened. He had to speak to relieve his unspeakable embarrassment, "The snow is really heavy."

Xie Minyun threw the snowflake out and watched it circle and fall like a feather until it landed on the snow and disappeared. "Many people like summer, but I like snow." She turned to look at Cheng Mo, "I like winter."

"I" Cheng Mo didn't know whether Xie Minyun was telling the truth or meant something. He blurted out before he had time to think, "I also like snow. Summer. Summer is too heavy a burden for me."

"I know." Xie Minyun lightly jumped down the steps and stood among the flying snowflakes, almost blending into the snowflakes. She turned back and said to Cheng Mo, "Then let's just walk along the street! In such weather It’s great for walking!”

"Yeah." Cheng Mo walked down the steps and walked to Xie Minyun's side. When Xie Minyun was about to take a step, he said, "Wait a minute."

"Ok?"

Xie Minyun stopped and looked at him. He took off the "Tyrant" and put it on Xie Minyun's shoulders. "I know you won't be cold, but I'm still afraid that you will be cold."

Xie Minyun recalled a certain past incident and said: "I think you are afraid that I will say you are not gentlemanly!"

"Whether you're afraid or not, this can be considered growth." Cheng Mo stood quietly in the snow and said, and some of the heavy snow fell on Xie Minyun's hair and on her shoulders, "Isn't it?"

Xie Minyun crossed his hands and wrapped his leather jacket tightly, as if he was enjoying the warmth inside. He lowered his eyes and said softly: "Thank you."

Cheng Mo pointed to the Yokohama Landmark Building, "Then let's go there? There are fewer people in that direction. I remember there is a river there, and the banks of the river are covered with cherry blossoms."

"it is good."

The two people avoided the direction of the Peace Conference Center and walked side by side towards the Yokohama Landmark Building.Yokohama in the heavy snow has a special kind of beauty. The scattered buildings are covered with thick snow, and the hard and square cement boxes are decorated with a round and lovely shape. The densely packed glass windows shine with yellow light. , making these artificial creations that are usually cold and emotionless appear romantic and warm.Especially at this time, the streets were deserted, and the vertical advertising lights were glowing like landscaping flowers growing on an igloo. The narrow sidewalks and wide roads were all covered with white powder, without a trace on them. Fondant cake that looks like a lifelike street scene.They walked on it, leaving a long trail of footprints in the crunching snow.

Cheng Mo looked up at the snowy night sky. Among the numerous snowflakes, a white seagull flew in the dark depths of the night. Images that he remembered most flashed through his mind, as well as those few sentences that made him laugh for the first time. Feeling the inner monologue of the emotion of "love", he said: "When I was in junior high school, I watched a cartoon called "Five Centimeters per Second", and I fell in love with snowing because of that cartoon."

""Second speed of five centimeters"?"

"Have you seen it too?" Cheng Mo asked sideways.

"I haven't watched many cartoons, and I just happened to have watched this one." Xie Minyun said, "Maybe most of them like the first part, but I like the second part more, the part of "Astronaut", which I remember the most. That’s the line.”

Before Xie Minyun said the lines, Cheng Mo said in his heart: "It was really an unimaginably lonely journey."

"それはほんとうに、imagine を极するぐらいlonely journey であるはずだ"

"If you move forward alone in true darkness, you will hardly encounter even a hydrogen atom."

"This is the secret of the darkness, the straightness of the direction. The hydrogen atoms of the water and the water are out of the meeting."

"I just want to get closer to the secrets buried in the deep space."

"ただただ, abyss にあるはずと信じるWorld's Secret にNearly づきたいFaith."

Xie Minyun's recitation was like reading, very slow, with a sense of loneliness. Cheng Mo's heart recited in response to her voice, swirling into a vortex of emotions, not knowing where to pour them.Every cell in his body was filled with Xie Minyun's voice. He knew that he couldn't, but his uncontrollable thoughts were still like vines that absorbed huge nutrients, growing crazily in his heart.

"Where are we going? Where can we go?"

Xie Minyun once again looked at Cheng Mo's side face, as if he was continuing to recite, or asking: "Servant."

"Are you asking where you want to go?" Cheng Mo paused and said, "Or where can I go?"

"Ask them all."

Cheng Mo didn't answer immediately. The two of them turned left and walked down the river bank. It was even colder here. The cherry blossom trees illuminated by the spotlights were frozen into ice sculptures before they withered. One by one, they stood on the reflective Both sides of the slender river are like exquisite works of art.Farther away was the frozen sea, and they walked on the snow-covered path toward the sea.

"Over the years, I have been running in the direction that Master, your father and you yearn for, but I am not sure whether I can get there." Cheng Mo paused, "Actually, it's not that I'm not sure. I think in my heart, No matter how hard we try, we can't reach the place of our dreams, so I can only do my best."

"It's like "Five Centimeters per Second"? No matter how hard you try, you can't get a happy ending?"

"If you are discussing "Five Centimeters per Second". I think as long as it is true love, it doesn't matter what the ending is." Cheng Mo looked down at the stretched shadows of the two people in the white snow, and the distance between them It seems closer, "As long as the process is beautiful enough, it will be beautiful."

"So you think the ending doesn't matter?"

"So what is the ending of "Five Centimeters per Second"?" Cheng Mo asked.

"What is it?" Xie Minyun asked back without hesitation.

Cheng Mo hesitated for a few seconds and said softly: "It's waiting." He stopped again, held his breath, and waited for the white mist he exhaled to dissipate before continuing, "Waiting is the end, but it is also the beginning. Sometimes you have to let go. Memories are difficult, but often those old memories will trap you, hinder you, and prevent you from moving forward. If you stay where you are, then waiting is the end. If you leave the memories behind and continue to move forward, That is the beginning. But the beginning is not the end, because no one can predict whether you will encounter something you have lost again as you move forward. But I believe that as long as it belongs to you, no matter where you are Wait or move forward and it will come back to you."

"Is it because I don't want to come back to you? Isn't it that you've been running away?" Xie Minyun suddenly stopped and bit her lips. She stared into his eyes intently, her gaze like a sword, as if she wanted to pierce him. Heart, silent for a few seconds, she opened her red lips lightly and asked coldly: "Why don't you hide anymore? Do you continue to hide?"

Cheng Mo lowered his eyes and stared at the tooth mark that Xie Minyun had just bitten on his lower lip. In the slightly pale pink color, the deep red blood mark seemed like an unhealable wound, revealing a cruel and bloody beauty.He wanted to reach out and touch it, wanted to smooth it, but he felt that he couldn't and shouldn't. He secretly took a deep breath, and then the familiar girl's fragrance rushed into his nose along with the cold wind. He suppressed the emotion in his heart. Greedy, pretending to be calm, replied: "I have never avoided you."

Xie Minyun sneered and said, "You pretended not to know me in the Dusk Sea? Later, you left without saying goodbye at the Pantheon. Isn't this considered hiding?"

"The Sea of ​​Dusk was forced by the situation, and I had no choice. Later in the Pantheon, I did not regard the Saint as you." Cheng Mo said, "And sometimes, it is not the right time."

"Then what happened next? You clearly knew that I was still me, but you were still promoting the development of the Saintess Cult behind the scenes, but you didn't come to see me. What on earth did you want to do?" Xie Minyun raised his hands and grabbed Cheng Mo. collar, "What am I to you? A chess piece? Or a wife?" She lowered her head again, tears like broken beads, "Do you still remember that I am your wife?"

"I" Cheng Mo heard a weak voice warning and lamenting deep in his heart, but when Xie Minyun's tears fell down and dripped on his hands like lava, he still couldn't restrain the throbbing in his heart. This kind of The throbbing was nothing like he expected.It was a complete subversion of his will. He sighed in his heart and said with difficulty, "Of course I remember, how could I not remember?"

"Then what did you tell me about "Five Centimeters per Second"? What did you want to imply?"

Cheng Mo smiled bitterly, "I didn't imply anything. I like snow, it's really because of "Five Centimeters per Second"."

Xie Minyun grabbed his collar and stared at him. Her flawless face exuded the faint outline of the Milky Way version. She stared closely into his eyes, her tearful eyes were like lakes, and the focused light in her eyes flowed like a tide. , "I like snow because we camped together in the polar regions, because you built me ​​a snowman in the snow and put a planet candy for me under the aurora. My happiest memory happened there. You Do you know that I built a small wooden house there? I installed transparent windows facing the candy planet. I erected a fence at the edge of the forest. Each wooden stake was carved into the shape of a boy and a girl. Holding hands, I put on colorful clothes with them, which added a lot of color to the monotonous snowfield. I also raised some reindeer. Even if it snows heavily, they can drag the sleigh and take us deep into the forest. "

"I know."

"I want you to come with me."

There was a tremor in the night sky, and the snow seemed to grow bigger, falling down, turning their black hair white in a moment, like two lovers watching each other, looking at each other quietly in the heavy snow. Whiteheads.

"Give me another year." Cheng Mo said this, feeling that the ending was approaching. The snow fell slowly, and the branches of the cherry blossom trees were all frozen in the air, trembling slightly in the cold wind. , like one meaningful crystal tree after another.The lights in the distant buildings were extinguished at some point, and the world fell into silence. "Give me another year, and I will give you an explanation."

(End of this chapter)