Cherish the time

Shinto Hikaru never thought that one day, he would hear such a sentence from Zuowei's mouth.

Hahaha…

If even Zuo Wei thinks that... he is not very important to him.

Who would be his...important...people?

This sudden sentence was really heart-wrenching, Shinto Hikaru felt a hole suddenly leaked in his heart, the cold wind swished from the inside out, making him feel cold all over his body, until his bones were chilled.

He collected himself, and struggled to stabilize his figure, "Why do you think so?" 』

As soon as Shinto Hikaru asked this sentence, a vague voice sounded in his heart.

——Why... not?

Zuo Wei did not have the same memories of his previous life, nor did he tell Zuo Wei the experiences he had.

For Zuo Wei, he is just a friend who has been with him for more than half a year—perhaps the status of this friend is only barely established due to some unavoidable facts.

But what can he do?

He didn't want to tell Zuo Wei the stories of the past, and he didn't want this guy to know the fact that he would eventually disappear just after breaking free from the darkness of the millennium.

--more importantly…

He didn't want Zuo Wei to think that... he was looking at the unreachable past through the present.

These messy and various thoughts forced him into a dilemma, with no way out, and in the end he could only ignore it, praying with all his heart that such a thing would not happen.

But the conflicts between the two have accumulated for a long time...they will become ill.

Shinto Hikari twitched the corners of his mouth, finding that he couldn't smile.

— But isn't this... ridiculous?

His most precious and most important existence... unexpectedly...can't feel the meaning of him to him at all.

Zuo Wei over there also noticed his depression. He wanted to talk to him full of things, but he was blocked by his sad expression all of a sudden, and he just said sullenly, "Because I... have no idea. 』

——Whether it's ordinary things, happy things, sad things, happy things...

He didn't know anything about everything before he met Xiaoguang.

Even after meeting Xiaoguang...he still has a lot of things he doesn't know.

How did you like Go, how did you have such a good chess skill, who did you play Go with before, why don’t you use it now...

Why did I cry the moment I saw myself, why did I know myself so well, why did I attach so much importance to Xiao Liang’s affairs, why did I often have ups and downs in my mood, why I was young but had the mentality of an old man...

Too much ignorance, ignorance, and ignorance made him feel more and more lonely, feeling more and more...

Xiaoguang actually...doesn't need herself.

He was born with a temperament that couldn't hide his words, and he was a bit straight-forward, otherwise he wouldn't be speechless after being falsely accused in front of the emperor. With a reputation of cheating, he ended up committing suicide by drowning himself.

He has been a soul for so long, and now he can't remember many feelings in the world.

But occasionally when I close my eyes, I can still think of the cold lake water flowing over the ankles, the lower limbs, the chest, the nose and the mouth...until the feeling of being overwhelmed, in addition to the suffocating oppression and the biting cold There was a kind of overwhelming loneliness that froze his whole heart.

——I still want to play Go...

The obsession deeply planted in his heart made him break free from a state of confusion and ups and downs, and put himself on the chessboard, in the infinite darkness, waiting for a "miracle" that he didn't know when it would come true.

The meeting and getting along with Toranojiro is so beautiful, but the good things... always disappear too fast.

So he was sealed into the chessboard again, and after thousands of years, he finally heard Xiaoguang's voice in this world.

——Since then, the immature voice that cuts through the endless darkness and dust and pulls him out of endless waiting has become his only reliance in this strange world.

He didn't want to say what was in his heart so quickly, he always wanted to wait, wait, wait until the day Xiaoguang himself was willing to tell him.

But after the conversation between Xiaoguang and Yiliu today, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said what he had kept in his heart for a long time without thinking.

Words are like knives, but they always hurt others and themselves.

The subway continued to move forward smoothly.

Shinto Hikaru holds the armrest with one hand, and puts the other hand in his trouser pocket. His back is slightly arched, and his bangs are drooping. It was a child who hunchbacked at a young age.

"Xiaoguang, don't hunch your back. 』Zuo Wei looked at him without holding back, and finally said something.

Shinto Hikari felt that the things that were heavy in his heart were just lost by this guy, and the lines he had finally accumulated seemed to be eaten by something, and he forgot them all at once.

He glanced at Zuo Wei angrily and amusedly, tightened his thin shoulders and stood up straight, "Alas..."

Zuowei looked back in confusion, apparently not knowing why he was sighing.

"I'll tell you when I go back. Shindo Hikari said with a smile, his eyes were full of doting, "This is a very long... very long story." 』

Sato, who was stared at by him like that, blushed suddenly, and shouted loudly, "Don't look at me like you look at a child!"I am thousands of years older than you, Xiaoguang! 』

"Yes yes yes... Grandpa Fujiwara..."

After returning home for dinner that day, Shinto Hikaru and Fujiwara Sawei stayed up all night, chatting until the sky turned pale, Sawei listened carefully to Shinto Hikaru's stories that happened to him in the previous life, and the things he had done before meeting Saori. , what I experienced together with Zuo Wei, and what happened after I separated from Zuo Wei...

When he talked about those things, his eyes were shining brightly, as if he was still living in that world, and his whole body exuded a kind of bright vitality.

Zuo Wei sat quietly and listened, and would ask questions when he heard something he didn't quite understand.

When this long life was finally told, Shindo Hikaru stretched his waist and concluded, "I have wanted to tell you countless times after you are gone... When I really had this opportunity, I said I can't get out."

Fujiwara Sawei looked at him quietly for a while, closed his eyes, and gently tapped the palm of his hand with the folding fan, "I am not him. 』

Shinto looked at Sakai, and a faint smile appeared on his lips, "I know you are not."

"..."

"I can tell you're not him." Shindo Hikaru looked in his direction seriously, "What about you?"