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The cocoon, straightened simply, sealed her lips.Qing Kong could also smell the faint sweat from his palm.

"Although the moonlight is just right, the night is just right, and the characters are just right, please don't say you love me. Because I definitely can't say that I do too. There are not only rational considerations, but also years and death between various emotions. "

Takasugi didn't stop: "But at least now, before this world is destroyed, you can still try boldly."

Takasugi's voice was low, and he took his fingers away.Qingkong suddenly thought that she couldn't grasp anything in this world, the darkness, the sound of curtains flapping and the sound of summer insects singing in her ears didn't belong to her at all, her perception was still there, but she was empty-handed.

She had no choice but to stay still, then Takasugi kissed her very gently, she still didn't move, so there was a burning sensation on her lips again, this time there was a jerky biting, everything was fleeting.

Aozora was thankful that his breathing was still smooth.

"May I play the shamisen, please, Shinsuke."

Takasugi was stunned.He replied, "I didn't bring shamisen."

Qing Kong pursed her lips and smiled, her smile carried the vigor of a young man. "I have long been ready."

"But I don't want to play it anymore." Gao Shan interrupted her.

He added: "There is still enough time in the future, Shen Kong."

Even someone like Qingkong Shenkong suddenly couldn't control his tone at this time.She probably thought of something, maybe it was a guess that frightened her.In any case, she muttered to herself, because her eyes could no longer see, she did not lower her head despondently.

"But I...but I, I'm really useless..."

Very close to Takasugi Shinsuke's face, her fragrant lips moved up and down, but her soft voice passed through his ears one after another, knocking on the heart that had been restless for many years.

"Why do people have to be useful?" At this time, Takasugi approached her well-shaped nose, and touched her bandage-wrapped cheek with the tip of his nose.

He asked this sentence, and at the same time, he thought about this question that had troubled him for more than 20 years.

The artist's voice was fragmented, and his breathing was intermittent: "Sometimes...often sometimes...I don't feel alive. I always wonder if Xiaofeng is still alive...Because I don't feel that he has left, so I am very worried about whether I am alive. Or maybe, in this... Edo, which is like a cave of ghosts and monsters, we are dead. Xiaofeng, Xiaofeng... is still sketching in his favorite place... And I've been drawing pictures of hell for so many years."

"Has to be useful, has to be something to do, to feel alive?" he asked.

She obviously wanted to look at him in fear and surprise, but she could only focus her sunken eye sockets under the white bandage on the man in front of her.Finally, he lowered his head and gave a soft "hmm".

"It feels like I haven't had such an opportunity for a long time. In the past so long, we seldom sat down and had a good conversation like this." Takasugi put his chin on the painter's forehead, as if he could feel it just by the tiny arc there. Seeing all the beauty of art she said, "Don't try to avoid it anymore, tell me what is in your heart, I will actually be very happy. There is still a long time, you can follow me. This is useful, what do you think?"

Raising her head at a loss, Qingkong Shenkong was the only source of voice that reassured her in the darkness, asking like a crying child seeking support: "So, Jinsuke, can you wait for me to grow my hair again?"

"Ah." The single sound ended in a deep voice, and Takasugi's breath gradually moved away from her lips, "You have to admit that time will not wait for you, you have always been very clear about this, haven't you? The first time I saw you How beautiful you were when you were sixteen or seventeen years old. I still remember the pattern of hundreds of butterflies embroidered on your sleeves. You looked tall. Every time you took a step, there were butterflies of different colors in the purple background. It's like flapping your wings and flying away."

Gao Sugi walked to the window, he lowered his eyelids and lit his pipe, the moonlight shone on his short hair, scattering the kind of soft light she imagined it should have, and the arc of light was in the shape of a slender crescent.He was wearing a purple bathrobe with the neckline still open.

Taking a sip from the cigarette holder he was familiar with, Takasugi began to look up at the Terminal under the bright moon, and the tower that was shining continuously seemed to be no longer mysterious to him at this time.In his eyes, it is just a tool, no different from the axes created by people in the Stone Age, the shell coins of ancient ancestors, the ambiguous splash-ink paintings of ancient painters, or the sharp long knives stained with blood back then. Only when you grasp it firmly will you realize that you are a master in glory.But what is glory?That's no different from shit.

The moonlight in Edo Castle is still as impersonal as it was thousands of years ago, but the face illuminated by it tonight has another one belonging to Shinsuke Takasugi.Takasugi raised his face, which made his sharp side face even more slender. He raised his face, and the angle of elevation was consistent with the acute angle formed by the golden butterfly torso on his bathrobe and the horizontal plane.

"Only at that time you had your hair on." He slowly exhaled a wisp of white smoke, somewhat as if he was muttering to himself, "You didn't have a single white hair, it was as black as an abyss."

Under the moonlight, the white curtains swirled with the wind, and Takasugi's figure was hidden in it, elegant, slender and beautiful.Qingkong thought, probably that's the case, there is also a good moonlight tonight.

There are orderly transistors densely covered in the silver-white shell, Terminal doesn't look ugly, but it's definitely not attractive.

Shinsuke Takasugi recalled the warm private school in his memory. The young girl in her prime was sitting quietly under the tree, and he was just a little boy squatting on the tree.She chanted "Terminal" over and over again, as if it was the best building in the world, her chin was lowered but she was always confident and independent.She said "Terminal", as if she wanted to introduce him to the most wonderful building in the world. Her voice was clear and gentle, and he memorized every syllable of her.

"Yes, time will never wait for us. But, I can wait for you regardless of time."

He came over and kissed her again.

Shen Kong, there are some words that I cannot say to you calmly no matter what.

What Shinsuke Takasugi said just now is true.The time of death just said is true.The moonlight I just said is also true.

Shen Kong, I told you a long time ago not to drink anymore.

Shen Kong, I can't imagine that your body rotted from the inside, but the outside is still so glamorous.

Shen Kong, the moonlight in Edo is really good today.

Guys who think they can't die are vulnerable.

Strong people know that they will die one day, but Shinsuke Takasugi has no way of knowing whether knowing the date of death will make people weak or stronger.

Some words are always hidden in the heart.

Takasugi is holding his wallet. It is dark in color and flat in shape. Inside it are membership cards of well-known beauty salons, hot springs, makeup and other clubs. The service scope is not limited to Edo. In the outermost transparent interlayer, there is a It was a lock of broken hair.

"It's really not romantic."

He opened the interlayer and picked out the lock of long black hair. The soft touch and the fragrant smell of eau de toilette seemed to have not changed through the years.

"I'm here to take you one last look at the country you love, sinking into the sky. In this land, no matter who dies, the sun will climb the sky again full of life as usual."

"Soon, I will bring this world into the eternal night. People like me are born to die."

The flickering fire illuminated his face again, and he quickly extinguished the match.

For a brief moment, the guards guarding the reconstructed castle tower glanced at the spark that had only flickered in the darkness.In the smog, Takasugi hummed a nursery rhyme with strange syllables, it was the song of the night rabbit tribe, once Qingkong Shenkong sang it in his ear again and again in a way that was almost whispering.

This season, there are no more moths dying in Edo.

Some things become established facts before we discover them.We've worked hard on the things we don't know yet.

What remains at the end is what we call destiny.

The explosive airflow whipped up an extremely strong storm, so the disturbed falling wind blew Takasugi's hair.

His temples finally had a few lines of silver.

-The End-

Supplementary Heart

It is said that within a short period of time after death, a person can still linger in the place he was nostalgic for, and end his last concern with the gaze that others cannot see.

Qingkong Shenkong felt that he had been breathing in pain, but it seemed that, gradually, he stopped breathing.

There is a pure white chaos in front of him. He obviously wants to open his eyes, but he doesn't know if he has opened them. There is only a boundless white silence.

In the silence, there was a person who gently asked her a question:

"Xuanfeng, do you feel happy after all these years?"

Still endlessly pure white.Qingkong Shenkong suddenly felt ashamed, no longer struggling to see anything, she also replied softly:

"I am not Xuanfeng. I am Qingkong Shenkong."

"So, Shen Kong, how do you feel these years?"

The voice sounded again, indistinguishable from the distance, as if completely surrounding her.

In the whiteness without any dust, the soul seems to be led to the most peaceful place.Qingkong Shenkong suddenly thought of a person, his eyes, his smile, his body, his just thinking in her heart would fall into a trap.