[Yi Yang Qianxi] Chang Gung Star

08.

The news of Yi Yang Qianxi's death came the next day, just like the news that Yi Yang Qianxi came to this church came from the mouths of believers.Regarding the death of Yi Yang Qianxi, Elliott still maintains a state of doubt. He can't imagine that the living person who was still telling himself a "fairy tale" to make fun of him the day before yesterday is now a dead person with a cold body; Elliott Te held up an oiled paper umbrella and came outside the church door. His slightly long hair covered his eyes, and the hair hurt him so much. He blinked and listened to the church word for word with his sharp elf ears. sound.

"Almighty God, Father, you are the source of life, you have saved us through your Son Jesus, please take care of Yi Yangqianxi and accept him in eternal light...May he be with yours when he resurrects in the future. The Holy Son shares the glory, please let this soul rest in peace, Amen①..."

Immediately afterwards Elliot heard the low prayer "Amen" from the crowd.For a moment, Elliott clenched the handle of the umbrella tightly, as if thousands of catties of lead had been poured into his feet, making him unable to move his feet. His lips were slightly parted but he couldn't say a word; originally he wanted to laugh at Yi Yang Qianxi's words were stuck in her throat.It was still raining that day, and the believers in the church agreed that it was God’s mercy on this short-lived priest dedicated to the Lord God... Elliott’s worn-out oiled paper umbrella couldn’t stop the pattering rain, and it dripped from the gap The incoming raindrops also dripped down Elliott's face, and the golden hair stuck to his cheeks in strips, and he no longer felt the sticky feeling at this moment.In the end, he didn't know what kind of mood he was in. He walked into the church and sat down on the empty seat in the last row. No one noticed this dazed elf; Elliot's umbrella was closed even if it was still stained with raindrops. Rest on your lap.The white-haired priest held a Bible in his hand and was chanting words to the man.

Elliot kept repeating the memories about him in his mind, including what happened when the memory was closed.In his memory, he stayed in the deep forest, curled up and hugged the oil-paper umbrella, fallen leaves kept appearing in front of him, and he buried his head between his knees when he got tired of watching, and he heard him muttering over there: "Ah, I'm really not the responsible master, Yi Yang Qianxi."... It was as if someone was whispering the words that were said at that time in my ear.

Shaking his head trying to get that out of his mind.

The voice of memory lingers like a nightmare.Wait for nightmare?Thinking of this, he lifted the umbrella on his lap and stood up regardless of his image, and the resentful eyes of the people in the cathedral of movement rested on him.It seemed that someone had heard about his deeds, and when they saw his exposed elf ears, they shouted over there, "It's the only God..." Before they could finish speaking, they were startled by Elliott's sharp eyes He lost the momentum he had just now; he glanced at Yi Yang Qianxi who was still lying in the coffin and hugging the white flowers, and then ran out of the church arch.

"Come out——! I know you're nearby!" He ran into the deep forest and roared, tearing his throat, the veins on his neck were clearly visible, the closed umbrella swung wildly, and the fallen leaves were also crushed. He swung aside.The pattering rain kept falling on him, and his vision was only hazy with mist, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain.At this moment, he is like a lunatic. All the noble status of elf has been forgotten, and now he just wants to know the truth of some things.

"Elf, don't you know how to call people honorifics?" A huge crack suddenly appeared in the middle of the tree in front of him, and a hand wearing a white glove easily pinched Elliott's cheek and lifted it up , Elliott pushed it away with an umbrella, and the water splashed from the puddle on the ground splashed on the white glove, and the owner of the white glove shook his hand in disgust, Elliott wanted to see that the person was close He was so close, but he couldn't ask any words about that person, and he laughed at himself in his heart that he was really hypocritical.

"You want to ask about Yi Yang Qianxi?" Beryl withdrew his hand, and there was a pair of bright scarlet eyes in the crack except for the black. "If it's his, I can only say that we demons didn't do anything this time. Didn't he tell you a story? The protagonist of the story is always a 'short-lived ghost'—that story is true. We demons can't do anything about this." Before Elliot could reply, the eyes melted into the darkness, and the crack closed again, and it was completely impossible to see that a crack had been torn open here.

Elliott froze on the spot, clenched his lower lip, bit his lip with sharp teeth, and traces of bright red blood flowed into the gap between his lips with dripping rain...

"Ah, how annoying."

He raised his head and opened his arms, letting the raindrops hit him.