Yumenglou

Convulsions, dizzy and dizzy immediately, fell to the ground.

"Qianhui! What are you—" Qiandai, who opened the door and came in, was as pale as paper by the scene in front of him. Just now, he came in to watch the two drink together, and then heard Qianhui's screams that were hardly human. There was a sound, but when he came in again, it was like this: a strangely twisted man's body on the ground, with one hand still clutching his chest, as if trying to tear himself apart.But apart from that, what really shocked Chiyo was the bloodstains all over the ground and the blood-covered lying on the ground, trembling and panting——Qianhui? !

"Qianhui! Qianhui, what's the matter with you!? Look at me, look at me! I'm Chiyo!!" Chiyo rushed to Qianhui's body, grabbed her trembling pale fingers on her chest with one hand, She shook her shoulder with one hand, but Qianhui seemed to be looking at something at the end of the ceiling, or her eyes were flickering, but her head was indeed looking in Chiyo's direction, but it was difficult to focus her gaze, she could only imitate He said vaguely: "Qian... the generation is here..."

"I'm here! I've been here all the time..." Chiyo grabbed Qianhui's hand, her body trembled at some point, her eyes couldn't move away from Qianhui's painful expression.what happened! ?how so! ! ?Could it be that the wine she...how could it be! ! ?Cold sweat also dripped down his forehead, Chiyo finally managed to break off Qianhui's hand that was tightly grasped on his chest, and interlocked with her, but all of them found in despair that Qianhui's lips had lost all color.Chiyo stroked Qianhui's sweat-drenched cheeks and hair, but the other party's eyes became more and more lax, "Don't. Don't. Don't!" Chiyo repeated these desperate words in his empty brain like crazy, I don't know when tears overflowed my eyes, but I suddenly found that a drop of tears slipped down Qianhui's eyes...

Ah, she cried.Chiyo's heart is broken.

Chiyo was about to reach out to wipe away the tears, but she heard Qianhui struggling to speak: "He said... really... love... me."

"Yes. Yes!" Chiyo grabbed Qianhui's hand in pain, "I really love you." I really love you!

"But..." Qian Hui's pale face was filled with extremely painful sadness, and she breathed out quietly and said: "...It's late."

Chiyo couldn't say anything, and could only kiss Qianhui's hand again and again to stop her desire to cry.But the tears could not be stopped, flowing down Qian Hui's blood-stained fingers like a clear stream.Desperate pain crushed the last of his reason, and Chiyo could not help but whimpered from his throat: "No——"

But Qian Hui's face had turned blue, her fingers became more and more stiff and weak, her eyes looked at her from far and near, struggling to see clearly.Chiyo put her face close, facing the empty teary eyes, the beautiful eyes that were as clear as a small lake, but at this moment seemed to be falling like drizzle, she tried hard to look in, thinking that there was an undercurrent of sadness lurking in the turbulent waves. At the bottom of the lake, I found the shiny fish scales of life, but I heard Qianhui struggling to say in a voice as weak as breathing: "Chiyo... loves you the most."

The sound of breathing disappeared in the next instant.The bottom of the deep lake was finally plunged into peaceful darkness.

The rain hasn't stopped.

A gloomy curtain of rain enveloped the helpless city, and the dense raindrops fell from the sky, like the boundless net of fate, capturing all the desperate people into the bleak rainy night.The roar of thunder from the sky, the galloping carriages and horses on the street and the hurried travelers all propped up big and small canopies, like duckweed rushing towards their destined return on the indifferent river of time .No matter where you come from, or where you return, the only thing that remains unchanged is the constant passing and loss.

The best things are always the first to be lost, but the things I want the most are destined not to belong to me.

All I have, only related to you, all the most beautiful dreams.

——And when the dream is also lost, where will I return?

"Oiran grass that enchants the night,

The night butterflies flying around the nectar..."

Amidst the fading away music in the rainy night, the gorgeous kimono woven with golden silk slipped weakly from the pale shoulders.

【End】

Another chapter

Not far from the turret in the west of the city, stands the archway of this town, which looks obscure and hazy in the continuous rain. Sometimes, there will be traffickers and pawns running past under the archway and hiding in the houses beside the road in a hurry, and more Sometimes, there is only the sound of rain falling from the sky, and there is no noise in the market.

Standing silently under the steps of the archway is a man holding a vermilion umbrella. The smoky gray feathers on his body are like the color of rain, making him almost blend with the confused street scene behind him.Standing here silently, he looked up at the houses facing the street behind him. The lanterns of the izakaya had been gradually lit up, and the sauce shop at the corner had closed for some time, leaving only a small flag fluttering in the rain.

"Yo."

"..." Turning around, I looked up and saw a man holding a navy blue oil umbrella walking towards the archway, "It's probably late in this weather."

"Sorry," Fujino approached the archway, "but it's just out for a drink, isn't it in the way?"

"That's it." Feeling the latter's stare, Fujino chuckled twice, and then heard the other party frowning and asking: "Going to that place again?"

"Wow, what tone are you talking about, you obviously live with a group of lovely sisters every day and say—"

"..."

"Let's go, let's go, we are all decent people! Haha." Fujino patted the man on the back and walked towards the intersection together.

Speaking of street corners, there are just a few small-scale izakayas, ordinary hotels, and a few taverns. Because they are close to post stations, most of the shops rely on these foreign traders to maintain their operations all year round.At this moment, the Baxi House the two walked into was a typical cheap tavern. As soon as they opened the door, there were umbrellas all over the floor and ponchos piled up at the door in a mess.With a bang, the umbrella was put away, and after a while of bells, the proprietress shouted to the two of them in a rough voice: "Both, sit in the fast shop!"

The two passed through the messy debris at the door, and then sat down in silence as if they were out of tune with the surrounding environment.Indeed, apart from doing business with vendors, the locals don’t often come to the messy and unstylish rough shops here, not to mention that there are more local izakayas and kiosks two streets away. .It was even more incomparable at this moment, the store was full of vendors who came in to hide from the rain, not to mention the seats were full, and there were many people standing, not to mention the mountains of groceries and rain gear they piled up on the ground.

"I said, do you come here often?" asked as if he had endured for a long time.

"That's not the case." Fujino drank the wine unmoved, as if he didn't care about everything that happened around him, "It's just that I saw a beautiful woman recently and I want to introduce you to her."

"..."

"Why, not interested?" Fujino approached suddenly, with a sly smile on his face, "It's impossible not to be interested, right? I remember you are—— Somei of Fengju?"

"Yes, yes." Somei at the table waved his hands helplessly, "Forget me, please, my lord, next time you have such a boring thing, don't forget about me."

"That's right." Fujino said haha ​​with a smile on his face, put down his wine glass excitedly, and turned his head to the side of the door: "Haha... here we come!"

Somei looked back, and saw a scantily clad woman lifting the curtain with one hand and leaning on the door with the other, smiling lazily at the guests in the hall.

"How is it?" Fujino turned around and asked, "Wow, isn't this dumbfounding?! Hehe."

"What?" Somei said impatiently, then turned his head to look again, "Hey, is that wearing furisode?" For some reason, it looks so awkward, and it took me a long time to recognize it before I realized it was furisode.

"What?" Fujino glared at Somei in disbelief, "It's really special what you pay attention to... Um... this should be it, it seems that it's still Da Fushou and not Qishaku."

Yes, it is indeed a big furisode, but for some reason it doesn't look gorgeous when worn on this woman.Somei thought secretly.Not to mention that the kimono itself was so dirty and torn that it couldn't see the color, there was something wrong with the way she wore it, right?The front placket slid almost to the shoulders, and the hem was even more messy, fastened almost only by the belt, which was also loose. . .The wooden clogs under his feet seemed to be. . .What do dancing geishas wear? !

"Hey, where did you find this woman as a geisha?" Somei asked as if suddenly remembering something.

"Geisha?" Fujino had an inexplicable expression on his face, "You said she was a geisha? How could it be possible. Which of the women in your family look like—"

Somei slammed Fujino's mouth shut, and almost didn't wait for Fujino to close his mouth, "You idiot! Did you make a mistake!" The next second, he grabbed his face with both hands and chattered nonsense, "What about me? How about they slap you all over the face?"

"I was wrong! Wow——" Fujino rubbed his pulled face hysterically, and said with aggrieved expression: "I'm telling the truth. Look how she looks like a geisha? She speaks so carelessly." Talking nonsense, never rejecting men of all colors, who can't sing or dance, how can such a geisha be a geisha? The women I met in Yoshiwara are more charming than her... well, but It’s pretty flamboyant.”

"Come on, stop you." Somei looked at the confused Fujino, "Anyway, I think it is. But it's really not