Bride of Death

Lord Reaper, is this going to take me home?

"Yi Ersan, let's go home." Reaper put away the umbrella, took off his coat and covered his head, bent down and stretched out his left hand.

Seeing such a god of death, Yi Yousan uncontrollably raised his right hand and slowly landed on the left hand of the god of death.As if time stood still, he was pulled into the arms of the god of death. It was obviously a body without temperature. Why did he feel so warm? Was it the coat covering him?

Do not.......

It is the tenderness that he has never experienced before, the unique tenderness that comes from death to him.

The sound of wind, rain, and the noise around him seemed to turn into a "buzz" at this moment. He blinked and found that he was actually suspended in mid-air!The god of death carried him through the dark night, and he looked at the scenery below curiously, dreaming like a red light.Excited like a child, he looked at the God of Death who was holding him and said:

"You can fly?"

"Do you like it?" Death said.

"Well, I like it." He said.

"Is it cold?" Death asked.

He shook his head, and when he came back to his senses again, the space changed, and he and Death returned to the dilapidated apartment.It's an old house, but the house was decorated by the god of death to be extra warm.After the god of death put him down, he went to the kitchen, and he jumped onto the sofa wrapped in the god of death's coat, thinking about every word and deed of the old man in his mind.

About 3 minutes later, Reaper walked up to him with a mug.There was steam on the mug, and he took the mug handed over by Death and said:

"what is this?"

"Hot cocoa." Death said.

"It's so sweet." He took a sip, feeling warm in his heart, watching the back of the god of death leaving again.

When the god of death came back again, he had an extra towel in his hand.Reaper sat beside him, wiping his wet hair with a towel, enjoying the pressure between his fingers.

"You know magic, why don't you just dry my hair? Why don't you just remove the chill from my body?" Yi Ersan closed his eyes, enjoying the service of the god of death.

Reaper smiled lightly and did not answer his question.Yi Yousan doesn't understand now, but after a long time, he finally understands what the death god's smile represents?

Human beings are strange creatures, they won't cherish them once they get them, but the love that is within reach is what the soul most piously wants.If it is lost one day, use other powers to find ways to exchange it.No matter how beautiful things are, they will become extremely cold.

"I met that old man today, may I ask you a question?" Yi Ersan crossed his legs and said, taking a sip of hot cocoa.

"Hmm." Death said.

"How can I get in touch with the memory of the old man?" Yi Er asked.

"That's your own ability. It's getting late, go wash and sleep after eating something." Death said, rubbing his messy hair.

"Didn't you finish your homework?" He said.

"Sleepy?" Reaper asked back.

He shook his head, patted his face with his hands, and nodded seriously.Grim Reaper looked at the clock, got up and pulled the chairs off the dining table to signal for Yi Ersan to sit down.Yi Yousan walked over with his schoolbag, took out the textbooks from the schoolbag and started to do his homework.

The light in the room is not very bright, Yi Yousan is also used to this kind of light.He wrote as fast as ever, like a machine, after reading it over and over, his brain will write out the answer.The Grim Reaper sat beside him quietly, looking at his profile as before.

Death snapped his fingers, he lowered his head to write, seeing the light getting brighter and brighter, and then looked up at the light ball like a small sun.

"Is this magic?" he asked.

"Will your eyes be more comfortable?" Death did not know when there was another mug that was exactly like him. The coffee aroma from the mug was bitter, which was different from the sweetness in his mug. Same.

"Master Death." Yi Yousan looked at Siwuliu seriously.

"Huh?" Before Death drank the coffee into his mouth, Yi Ersan suddenly said:

"Are you my long-lost father?"

"Pfft—" Reaper spit out the coffee in his mouth without any image.

"I'll get you a napkin!" Yi Ersan hastily pulled out a few napkins from the coffee table and handed them to God of Death. God of Death wiped his mouth and coughed a few times:

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you are so kind to me. I have never felt that kind of kindness before. I read it in a book. It's a father's love, right?" Yi Ersan has no memory. In order to live a normal life like a person, He read a lot of books and learned how to be a human being.

"Do your homework well, and I'll make you something to eat." Reaper stood up helplessly and walked towards the kitchen.

Isn't it father's love, is it brother's love?friendship?

Yi Ersan finished his homework in a short while, and he was not very hungry after eating a piece of corn at night.Seeing the large plate full of tomato and egg noodles served by the god of death, Yi Ersan bit the bullet and ate them all, lying on the soft carpet so stuffed that he didn't want to get up.

"Go take a shower and go to bed." The cold voice of the god of death came from beside his ear, and Yi You turned around three times and saw the god of death who was only a few centimeters away from him.In just a few days of getting along, facing this face that looks like a big brother from the Black SHE Society, he no longer feels afraid.

Perhaps because he was bold, he hooked his hands around Death's neck, took a breath and closed his eyes.The god of death just hugged him up and went to the bathroom, taking off his clothes one by one.Then slowly put him into the bathtub filled with hot water.

Yi You San doesn't understand, but Death doesn't know if he understands it or not.Rolling up his sleeves, washing him up, it didn't take long to find that the child had fallen asleep again.

"What a sleepy child, have a good dream." The God of Death slowly bent down and kissed his forehead.Wiping off the water droplets on his body, he carried him back to the bedroom.

Lying on the big soft bed, Yi Yousan only felt that his body was light and light. When he opened his eyes again, the picture changed again.

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Special era, special clothing, special feelings.Four loudspeakers were hung on the high poles, broadcasting recent events.Yi Ersan's clothes were out of tune with them, he was like a passer-by, wandering the streets, watching men and women wearing monochromatic clothes coming and going.

"Crackling——" The sound of firecrackers was deafening, followed by the jingling of gongs and drums.Many people ran towards that direction, Yi Yousan walked unhurriedly, and blinked his eyes in surprise when he saw the roadside beside the sound.

This is Jiefang Road, the old Jiefang Road?

"It's great that the Cultural Palace has finally been built!"

"This will keep pace with the times, and the society will prosper and develop!"

"It's great! The building designed by Master Liu is really nothing to say! My son works in a cotton factory, and the wages are 20 yuan a month. It is really humane to include food and housing."

"That seems to be built by Master Liu's team!"

"Professor Liu who contributes to the people!"

"Why did you become a professor again?"

"I heard that he wants to cultivate the next generation of talents, and he really imparts what he has learned all his life without reservation. Now he is a teacher in the architecture department of the university."

"It's so good, I want my baby to learn crafts with Master Liu, how can I go to that university?"

"Let me tell you, there is no unified recruitment exam now..."

No one saw Yi Ersan, so he stood quietly among the crowd and looked at the brand new Cultural Palace.For that era, the design was really ultra-modern.And thinking about the Cultural Palace behind the school, it is not outdated in this age.

After the sound of firecrackers ended, a middle-aged man came out from inside.Seeing this man again, he seemed to be a little older again.

The screen changed again, and he was in the cultural palace again at this moment.The young people coming and going are dancing ballroom dancing, which may be the youth of the older generation.The music played by Yi Ersan sounded very familiar, but he couldn't remember the name of the song.

In the center of the venue, the man led a woman with a ponytail and danced happily.And around them, couples of men and women circling in circles, dancing the same dance steps.The children were playing and playing in it, looking at this and that curiously, but such a beautiful scene was suddenly blocked because of his sudden appearance.

"I've seen you." On the bench in the Cultural Palace, sat a white-haired old man.The old man's spirit is not as good as before, and he looks very tired.

"Did I disturb your dream?" This was the first time Yi Ersan communicated with the old man in his dream.

The old man shook his head, smiled softly and said, "I want to thank you."

"Huh?" Yi Ersan walked up to the old man suspiciously, sat beside him and looked at the old man suspiciously.

"I haven't dreamed about these things for a long, long time, even my wife and teacher. Thank you for showing up and allowing me to see them again." The old man looked at the woman in the center of the venue lovingly.

"Aren't you sad?" Yi Yousan didn't understand why the old man could see himself again suddenly.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death have their own destiny. It's nothing more than a step ahead, worrying that I won't be able to see her again." The old man said lightly.

"Do you have any wish?" For such an old man, Yi Ersan had already made up his mind, and before sending the old man away, he wanted to fulfill the old man's wish.

"I'm getting older, maybe I'm too greedy, but I still feel reluctant to leave this place. Even once, I want to see the music playing here before I leave." The unique nostalgia in the old man's eyes Yi Yousan was shocked.

This is a person, a memory of a past, perhaps an obsession?