[Death] Empty Cicada

Jing Qi opened the sliding door and saw Chong Zhou repairing the wooden table.

Because it is almost the Chinese New Year, everyone will tidy up the things at home and hang a straw rope ring in front of the door. Even in the poor and desolate 64 District, everyone is also looking forward to the arrival of the Spring Festival and a better life in the coming year. .

Jing Qi rummaged through the lockers at home, moved things back and forth, and found that all he got were a few copper coins. Even though both he and Chong Zhou had excellent grades in swordsmanship, a very real problem was that they had no money. How to eat and buy things?

Jing Qi looked at Chong Zhou for a long while, "Hey, Chong Zhou, what are you eating...?"

Chong Zhou kept nibbling on a flat and round thing, Jing Qi pinched it in his hand and looked carefully, "This is, persimmon?"

"Hey, how did you get it? We don't have any money."

"Oh, before you came back, someone came in and wanted to rob, I kicked him out of the door with one move, then took him to his house and robbed him, but the wooden table and the sliding door at home were broken. "

Jing Qi looked at the sliding door, but he really didn't pay attention when he came in.

"Ah, it doesn't matter, it should have been repaired long ago anyway."

"Then? You robbed a bunch of persimmons?"

"His family is poorer than ours, I really don't know what to rob."

"Speaking of Chongzhou, do you know how to make persimmons?"

A flash of inspiration flashed in Jing Qi's mind, and he fisted with the other hand.

"...I don't know. I've only eaten it, but I haven't seen it."

"It's very simple! Let's use this to make money!"

So there is the following scenario.

"Boy! Stop!" The uncle with the shovel in his hand ran out of the yard, trying to catch up with the boy in front of him.But no matter how hard he tried, his body, which had been working hard all year round, couldn't catch up with a kid.

Chong Zhou ran home with a big pile of persimmons on his back with a blank expression, and looked at the uncle behind him by the way.

"What a crime! Even persimmons are being stolen these days! There is no way to pass this day." The uncle was out of breath and couldn't catch up, so he could only sigh with the passers-by who were watching the theater.

After a period of drying, it is finished after being sprinkled with sugar. Although it can be sold for a small amount of money, it is barely enough to buy food.

Jing Qi raised her head and sighed, when did I get reduced to stealing persimmons?

The uncle and aunt next to Jing Qixue moved a small stool, holding a bunch of persimmons in their hands to sell, and the street was crowded with all kinds of people selling things during the day.There are two-story shops on both sides of the street, and there are women with strange makeup at the corner of the street soliciting customers.It is barely the most prosperous place in District 64.

"Boy, how much are the persimmons?"

"Delicious and not expensive, 10 copper plates per catty!"

"Walk slowly sir, welcome to visit next time~"

At this time, an aunt passed by, and when she saw Jing Qi, she opened her mouth in surprise, and said something to the man next to her in disbelief.

Squeezing through the crowd, Da Ma shouted Jing Qi.

"Isn't this Xiaojing? It turns out that your child is still alive!"

Jing Qi recognized this aunt, who was the aunt who took good care of his family when his aunt was still alive.

Jing Qi was enthusiastically invited back home, and after repeated inquiries, Jing Qi finally said that he is now studying in Mao.

The aunt was moved to tears, and kept wiping her eyes with a piece of paper.

"At that time, I saw blood everywhere in your house, so I didn't dare to stay longer. Tell me, how could such a capable and kind person like your aunt encounter such a thing?"

"I buried your aunt. We didn't have any money. We just dug a mound and asked a carpenter to carve a piece of wood. You know the place. It's by the river at the border. If you have time, go and see it." .”

"I don't see anything in your house. How can you eat? Come on, take these away. You're welcome."

Jing Qi was also very touched. He thought he was just an ordinary neighbor, but he missed him for so long. He kowtowed to the aunt immediately, thanking the aunt who buried her.

Finally, Jing Qi and Chong Zhou don't have to steal other people's persimmons. The life in Liuhun Street is flat and comfortable, and the days grow slowly like the winter camellia in front of the court. It's just that when they practice each other in the courtyard, they will always accidentally destroy the persimmons. something.

On the same night, but this time without the icy torrential rain, Jing Qi walked slowly towards her aunt's grave with a knife in her hand.

Everything was blurred under the moonlight, the shadows of the trees swayed in the night wind, Jing Qi's strand of long hair was dripping with blood.

He saw the graves of his relatives, because of the rush of time and the shortage of money, only the word "Chunxi" was engraved on them. The difference between the soul world and the present world is that the soul will quickly turn into a spirit after death. The seeds dissipated in the air and turned into every plant and tree here. It was not my aunt who was buried in the tomb, but some of her clothes.

Jing Qi knelt beside the tomb, sticking the bloody Zanpakuto on the ground. In the low temperature of winter, the blood quickly turned into ice and solidified on the knife.

The dark clouds in the night sky covered the moonlight, and after a while, the snow fell on the ground bit by bit.

In the first three years since he arrived here, his aunt gave him a complete family and the same love as a mother.

Jing Qi lowered his head, he misses every bit of the past, he is slack by nature, if there is no pressure from reality, maybe he will be an ordinary puppet all his life, and he will not fight with all kinds of illusions, or even kill people.

It wasn't until he killed the first void he met that he seemed to realize that this was already a different world. He died alone, and then lived alone in this world.

"Auntie, if I tell you that I met a lot of good friends in Maou, and Chong Zhou is a hard-core brother, you will be very happy."

It was just a little bit of snow at first, and then it slowly turned into balls, hitting the branches in a rustle.

Jing Qi knelt in front of her aunt's grave for a long time. Perhaps, the so-called aunt in Jing Qi's heart had long been the incarnation of her mother.

When the snow had already fallen to his ankles, Jing Qi finally moved, he drew his knife and stood up.

"Auntie, rest in peace."

The falling hair covered Jing Qi's eyes.

"In the future, I will definitely study hard, so that such regrets will never happen again."

The weeds in front of the grave had been buried by heavy snow, Jing Qi hung the knife on his body, turned and left.

When Jing Qi was passing by the river, he found a small figure lying on the ground.

If the time is longer, I am afraid that the whole person will be buried in the snow.

He hurried over and wiped off the snow from the person's body, gradually revealing a pale face. What was strange was that this person actually had silver hair, which was rare even in the world of corpses and souls.

It's a poor man to fall down by the river like this on a snowy night.Jing Qi sighed in his heart.

Jing Qi put the boy on his shoulders, intending to take him home to wake him up, but he heard the boy mumbling in his sleep.

"Chaotic...chrysanthemum"

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