[Comprehensive + Sword Dance] Warm Wind Story

That night.

The pointer finally reached the twelve o'clock of fate.

When Qinghe set foot on this homeland again, he was still in a trance.

Tonight was the New Year, and the lights were brightly lit everywhere. Qing He walked outside wearing a windbreaker, even with the sanctuary protection, he couldn't help but feel a bit of chill.

"I can help you change what happened in the past... as long as you use me."

Unable to restrain her inner thoughts, Qinghe agreed to the words of the book of this world, took over the "book", and used her as a phantom book.

"Human beings always fail to recognize what they most want."

When the book of this world asked her what she wanted to change, Qinghe didn't speak, but remained silent in a daze.It was precisely because of this that the Book of the World brought her here on its own initiative.

"Since you can't make a decision, I have no choice but to take you to the place you want to change the most."

So, she came here.

This is... her past home.

Tonight is the day "she" will lose everything—an hour before the fire.

With hesitation, Qinghe looked at the familiar scene before him, and cautiously sneaked in from the second floor.

She knew that at this time, her mother was calculating those complicated medicinal formulas in the study, and in the living room below the study, she and her brothers and sisters were having dinner with her father—and an hour later, the former self would be hugging her only belongings, left the scene of the fire under the loving eyes of their parents.

"Who is there?"

Before Qinghe was about to do anything, the women in the study noticed movement on the window sill.

Qinghe's first reaction was to hide, but it was obviously too late. Just as she was about to jump directly to hide, the curtain was pulled open, and all her movements in the middle of the jump fell into the eyes of the woman, and she was a little embarrassed He made eye contact with the woman in the room.

"Hey, you are..."

"Hit, disturb."

Facing his mother, Qinghe stammered for a while, not knowing how to answer and what expression to make.

Mrs. Matsumoto looks very similar to Qinghe. They are the kind of women who look weak, but are actually strong and not weak.

It can be said that Qinghe's gentleness was learned from Mrs. Matsumoto.As the youngest child in the family, Qinghe has been subconsciously pampered by her family since birth.The love of the father, the humility of the elder brothers, the doting of the older sisters, the reason why these pampering did not destroy Qinghe is that Mrs. Matsumoto is still strict and gentle.

So now seeing his mother again, Rao Qinghe, who is good at hiding emotions, can't help but get red eyes.

"Is it... Qinghe?"

"No—well, it's me."

At first, he wanted to deny it, but seeing the certainty in his mother's smile, Qinghe admitted it like a broken can.

Everyone has someone they can't refuse, and here in Qinghe, Mrs. Matsumoto is the number one.

"When Qinghe grows up, she will become a good girl." Mrs. Matsumoto smiled at her with raised eyebrows, and she looked more and more similar to her appearance.She beckoned Qinghe into the house, closed the window thoughtfully, so as not to make Qinghe sick from the cold wind outside, "Why are you so cautious, this is your home...or is it that Qinghe is not happy to see me?"

"...No such thing." Qing He pursed his lips and denied in a low voice, "I just... haven't seen you for a long time, and I'm at a loss...it's nothing."

Discouraged in the middle of speaking, Qinghe sat on a chair beside her with a little anxiety, clenched his hands into fists restlessly but put them on his knees neatly, lowered his head and did not dare to look at her, "Why...how did you recognize her?" Is it me? There is still some difference between me and the current 'me', and the age is also..."

"Because Qinghe is the child I am proud of. There is no mother who doesn't know her own child." Mrs. Matsumoto noticed Qinghe's movement, walked up to her in a few steps, reached out and stroked Qinghe's clenched hand "Really, the habit of pinching the palm of your hand when you're nervous is still the same... Girls need to take good care of themselves."

Hearing her words of concern, Qinghe felt his eyes moisten a bit.

It had been a long, long time since she had heard her mother say these words to her.

"You really look a bit like me now." Mrs. Matsumoto looked at her intently, and nodded in approval, "You said you haven't seen me for a long time? It seems that you will be very busy in the future...or me and my dear Too busy to see you?"

Like when she was a child, Mrs. Matsumoto stroked He's head and helped her comb her long hair that was blown by the wind.Her tone was gentle, and in the warm room, it actually gave Qinghe an illusion of being so warm that she felt dizzy.

"That's right, my family, Qinghe, has such a rare supernatural ability, so he will naturally have a bright future in the future... But you don't have to be too hard on yourself."

"It's also important to rest if you're tired."

Hearing her words, Qinghe grasped her hand subconsciously, and suddenly dared not tell her what job he was doing now.

Will it be disappointing?Will you be worried about this?Do you feel... that she has failed her expectations?

"What's wrong?" The warm touch touched Qinghe's forehead, causing Qinghe to wake up instantly from thinking, when she looked up, she saw her mother's worried eyes, "It's been outside for a long time, so you feel cold? "

Mrs. Matsumoto felt Qinghe's trembling just now, so she put her arms around her, and her cherry-colored hair fell on Qinghe's shoulders, making Qinghe feel a little dazed when she saw it, and felt that she was in a dream.

"Perhaps, Qinghe, you need a bowl of ginger soup?"

"...No, it's not like that, mother."

Feeling relieved, Qinghe took the initiative to leave Mrs. Matsumoto's arms, looked at her seriously and sadly, "Mother, do you know why I...why came back here with this attitude?"

Seeing her like this, Mrs. Matsumoto was stunned for a moment, her jade-like eyes flashed with thought, and finally turned into a relieved smile.

"Is...is something bad going to happen at this time?"

Qinghe didn't speak, but Mrs. Matsumoto understood her.

"Qinghe, are you here to tell me the 'future'?" Looking at her lovingly, Mrs. Matsumoto led her to the table, motioning for Qinghe to see the formulas she had written on the table.

"Although I don't know how you came back here from the future, but..." Mrs. Matsumoto didn't have the slightest fear of the future in her eyes, on the contrary she was completely fond of her, "However, this must not be a simple matter , Qinghe, you must have paid a lot for this."

"...it's nothing, I... didn't pay anything." Qinghe glanced at the information on the table and found that it was all related to the organization's experiments. Looking at these formulas with the eyes of the future, she naturally found that if these things spread How shocking it would be, but she just glanced at it and lowered her gaze.

"I want to save you, mother."

This is something she has always been brooding about, so after the book of this world knew this, it threw her here in her silence.

"But——but I can only save you." Closing her eyes a little helplessly, Qinghe did not forget the rules of the Book of the World for changing history—she could only save one person and change one person's history.

This is a difficult choice.

She had the chance to save her family, but faced with an almost desperate choice.

"I don't know...I don't know what to do, mother...I...I don't want to see you die in front of me again...I—"

"It's okay, Qinghe."

Mrs. Matsumoto's gentle but firm words silenced Qinghe all of a sudden.

Although she doesn't have the supernatural ability possessed by Qinghe, Mrs. Matsumoto's wisdom also allowed her to guess the fragment that Qinghe vaguely revealed. Reminiscent of the recent organization's ultimatum and imminent move, Mrs. Matsumoto knows the future.

——Except for Qinghe, they will all die in the future.

"It's okay, it's not your fault."

Mrs. Matsumoto hugged her again, put her head on her head, and kissed the ends of her hair, "Qinghe, you don't have to worry about this, and you don't have to blame yourself for it. This is the path we chose."

"Since you feel pain, don't change the past."

Mrs. Matsumoto made the decision for Qinghe, not caring that she was the one who lost her life, "You just need to remember that we love you... even death will not cancel this love."

Mrs. Matsumoto's smile was not cloudy, "It's better to say, I'm already very satisfied to see your future appearance."

"But, but—"

"Qinghe." Mrs. Matsumoto's expression became serious, "We are the 'past'... because of us, you are what you are now."

"Don't dwell on the past, the present Qinghe is good enough." She softened her eyes again, "No matter what you do in the future, you are my proud child."

"If it were you, you would definitely be able to overcome this sadness and live happily... I believe so."

Her words made Qinghe think that he had returned to the fire many years ago.

Also when facing her mother, her mother pushed away her hand that wanted to take her to run, and said similar words to her.

"If it's Qinghe, he will definitely be able to take our share and live happily."

Perhaps it is precisely because of the cause of the present that the result of the time was created.

Qinghe didn't know whether that sentence was said because her mother met her now, but she understood that no matter it was then or now, she was the one who was loved.

This is a heavy and inseparable love.

Soon, Qinghe left.

She walked through the window just like when she came.

"Qinghe."

"Ok?"

When she was about to jump off, Mrs. Matsumoto stopped her.

"Happy birthday."

Qinghe was stunned. She blinked, trying to stabilize her emotions, but it didn't work. When she spoke, she still had an unconcealable vibrato.

"Um...thank you," she said softly.

After so many years, she could hear those words again—how wonderful.

Shortly after she leaves, Mrs. Matsumoto stands at the window, brooding.

She took out the fire folder, packed up the materials on the table, and burned them clean.As if thinking of something, Mrs. Matsumoto showed a helpless smile, took out the ink-colored medicine sachet from the drawer on the other side, and applied the medicine on the gift box that was going to be given to the children - except for the Qinghe one.

Then, holding the children's New Year's gifts, she went downstairs with a smile on her face.

after an hour.

The familiar fire ignited wantonly in the cold night.

Standing in the distance, Qinghe looked at the familiar firelight, clenched his fists tightly, resisting the urge to save others.

"I will live happily as you wish... But, I will never forget you, never."

This is an agreement with her mother, and it is also her warning to herself.

The familiar scene gradually faded away, and Qinghe returned to that wonderful library again.

"The book of this world, I know the history I want to change."

"Oh? I thought you would save her." The book of this world was sitting in the middle of the library. Seeing Qinghe returning to the library without doing anything, he looked up at her.But there was no surprise at this glance, as if she had expected it a long time ago, or she was indifferent.She didn't linger on this question for too long, but asked her that question again before Qinghe didn't reply.

"Then what history do you want to change this time?"

"Four years ago." This time, Qinghe's attitude was finally firm, "Four years before I 'died', the day before the end of the Mimic incident, I want to go back to that time."

Since she can't change the past that she wants to change, at least she must find the light of the important person.

The author has something to say:

The biggest reason why Mrs. Matsumoto didn't let the heroine save her was because she knew that she could only save one person, and she didn't want the heroine to feel guilty—for those who were not saved by her.In addition, Mrs. Matsumoto knows that if one more person lives, maybe the heroine will not be able to survive until now (more people have a greater chance of being exposed, and only the heroine has supernatural powers), so according to history, only the heroine lives Next, is the safest.

Then, because of the heroine's warning, Mrs. Matsumoto, as a ruthless character, decided that it would be better to be poisoned and die painlessly than to be killed by others.

One more chapter ends the volume.