Peach wood

She never liked children.

What good is a child?Crying all day, causing trouble to adults, once learning to walk, he will run around, and if he is not careful, he will not be able to find his shadow.In addition to being anxious, the family members had to rush to find them, lest Pai Hanako would target the lonely children and take them away with a piece of candy or a small clay figurine.

But she also doesn't like precocious children.

For example, the boy she saw through the ever-burning lamp now.

The young man was dressed in white, staring at the long sword on the table in a daze.The sword was a gift given to him by the immortal, but he still doesn't understand why he was chosen by the immortal.He may not know it, but she who is hidden in the lamp is very clear that the Emperor who gave him the sword only values ​​his innocent heart.

Since the beginning of her transformation, she has followed the Emperor of Heaven.This woman who holds the supreme power in the Heavenly Palace has a soft heart. She often sees the Emperor of Heaven overlooking the human world, and his eyes pass through the overlapping white clouds, lingering on one young man after another.She thought that young people's minds are pure and easy to control. Does the Emperor of Heaven choose someone who can be firmly held in the palm of his hand when he chooses his successor?

But in fact, she was thinking too much.It is better to hear less of those miscellaneous stories from the human world.This is the Heavenly Palace, and there is no such cruel power struggle as in the human court. Moreover, the Heavenly Emperor wants to choose a successor who can act alone, not a puppet who obeys his own words.She lowered her head and looked at the young man following the guidance of the Emperor of Heaven. He was dressed in common clothes, but he was personable. He possessed a mysterious aura that his peers did not have.

The Emperor of Heaven joked to her, saying that this boy would be her little brother from now on.

A brother who is hundreds of years younger than him?She heard these words in her ears, but she didn't feel much touched in her heart.

When he really enters the Heavenly Palace, maybe he will still recognize his sister.

Mortals and demon spirits are not of the same kind after all, and neither are human immortals and demon spirits.

Therefore, during these years in the human world, she has never stepped out of that lamp.She stubbornly refused to show up, and the Emperor of Heaven took care of everything, and he couldn't take care of persuading her, and coaxing her to connect with the so-called brothers.Emotions, when fate comes, will naturally exist. If there is no fate, it means that there is no fate. Why force it?

But just because she didn't show up doesn't mean she won't watch.

She has been watching, but it is not the boy.

She was looking at the teenager's younger sister for about four or five years.From the moment she came to the human world, she was attracted by this girl.This girl is clean and pure. In her heart, there is no calculation or deliberation. All emotions and actions are done just right. This is an inherently perfect creation.

Unexpectedly, there will be such a child in the world.

Unexpectedly, gorgeous flowers can bloom on the barren soil.

However, this flower was suddenly uprooted when it was about to bloom.There was still mud on the root, and the rain from the night before rolled down from the petals and mixed with the mud.

She came too late, just in time to see the scarlet soaking through the white robe, until a white bud was stained with blood.

For the first time in my life, I hate such red.

A bloom of youth is instantly annihilated.Five years in the human world, if you think about it, is just a flick of a finger in the heaven - perhaps not even a flick of a finger.During those five years, the boy grew into a young man, and the girl died alone.That day, she finally walked out of the lamp. She carried the lamp to look for it, but she never found a familiar figure.

This pair of brothers and sisters seemed to have evaporated from the world.

Maybe they're all dead.she thought indifferently.

She thought that she would not be angry or sad, she thought that she would soon calm down and go back to the upper realm to find the Emperor of Heaven.But just like people always can't see their own essence, she also can't recognize her own feelings. It turns out that the so-called fate has already taken root in the dark, binding her firmly in the world and on this land. .

The things contained in those eyes gradually turned from indifference to bewilderment.She was at a loss, wandering in the world, day after day, year after year.The red color of her fingertips became more and more vivid, as if it had been stained with blood, and the blood of mortals happened to be exactly this color.

The imaginary scourge never came down.Whether it is wind, rain or thunder, it seems that it has nothing to do with her.

She walked and walked in the human world, I don't know how many hundred years she has walked.Counting on the fingers, I was surprised to find that I couldn't count how many years I had existed.Since you can't figure it out, then don't forget it, just go on like this, walking in a stupid way, looking at the mountains, clouds and water along the way, to see if there is another child who is as beautiful as the one she has seen before.

It stands to reason that there should be one, but she never found it.

She opened her eyes and saw the dark roof of the temple.The cool breeze blowing made her more clear-headed.Sure enough, after living for too long, it is easy to fall into memories. She was lying here just now, and she unconsciously recalled the past.

It's weird too.Whether it was the Heavenly Emperor or the former Demon King, they all thought that she had met a man she liked in the human world, and that's why she didn't return to the Heavenly Palace, but in fact, it was not like that at all.She hates men, and she doesn't even like dealing with mortals. To put it bluntly, the fire that has never been extinguished in those winters is just a matter of little effort.

Maybe it's not a big deal either.In those stories, there is always something deliberate.With a trace of luck in her arms, she always felt that the girl might be among the people she saved this time. Although she later found out that this was not the case, the habit that had lasted for eight hundred years had long been irreversible.

Maybe she gave birth to a man's heart.

People in the world are despicable without knowing it, and so are demon spirits.

So is she.

A moment of affection, a moment of parting.The short-lived beauty she saw in the lamp became the kindling that illuminated her lonely years in the next few hundred years.She couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was, was it love?Is it friendship?The girl hadn't even seen her appearance, after all, she was just confused and persistent alone.

She thought, what was it that caused that strange throbbing?

what do i love

It's the girl's skirt embroidered with lotus flowers, and it's her toes that gently land on the stone steps.It is her green years, it is her beautiful face.

That's too superficial.

What I love are the eyebrows and eyes illuminated by the light, and her whispers at night.It is her running forward who knows nothing, her cloudy temple hair and her bright smile.

Still too superficial.

But what else can make this heartbeat seem extraordinary?

So what if it is ordinary?In the vast world, the world of mortals is in turmoil, and most creatures are mediocre, so why bother to be obsessed with the so-called extraordinary?

I am also a sentient being, my love and hate are extremely simple.

I love her eyes, her slender eyebrows, I love her every frown and smile, I love her gestures, I love her fluttering white clothes, I love her red clothes like fire, I love her innocence, I love her intelligence, I love everything about her, I love her heart.

I love her hands holding wild flowers in spring, I love her bright eyes reflecting the stars in summer nights, I love her graceful posture in the autumn wind, I love her skin as white as moon and crystal as snow, I love her from early spring To Bitter Winter, I loved her from the beginning to the end.