"Wow!"
The cold rain poured down and the sky was gray, making the Blood Moon Manor look so gloomy and dead.
After everyone received the bad news, the manor was once again decorated with white decorations. Everyone had a white rose on their chests and silently bid farewell to the cute and cute girl.
Feng Tianming held Qianxun and sat on the edge of the cliff, unmoved by the heavy rain, using his remaining spiritual power to protect her from being disturbed by the rain.
All the brothers and sisters stood far behind him, no one dared to step forward. Cathy wanted to hold an umbrella for him, but she never had the courage to do so.
"The sky roars, mourning"
Zhao Changge really couldn't bear to say the last two words. He believed that no one could be grieving and resigned when they lost the love of their life, not to mention that Tianming was so infatuated.
In addition, he once swore to protect Qianxun with his life, but now he has not been able to fulfill his promise. How can he easily get out of the shadows under such heavy blows
"You go, there is no need to blame yourself, it's all because I am too conceited and weak. Now, I just want to be alone with her, and we will meet again in seven days."
Feng Tianming said slowly. After hearing this, everyone looked at each other and had no choice but to retreat one by one. Trapped by love, hurt by love, they really can't do much to help.
If he doesn't want to get out of the abyss, even if he stretches out a pair of hands to pull, it will be in vain. After all, the person who tied the bell still needs to be tied to untie the bell. Now the person who tied the bell has passed away.
Feng Tianming was wandering on the edge of despair and collapse. It was difficult to break his feelings and find peace of mind. Heart like dual screen, there Chien knot.
"Qianxun, actually I am the stupidest person."
"I thought I knew you well enough, but I didn't notice anything unusual about you when I left the Sword Immortal's mansion. You made it so obvious, but I, I..."
Recalling the past, they all saw the past and previous lives in the last form of the Sword Immortal. When everyone sat cross-legged and talked, Qianxun felt a little lost.
"Hey, Mr. Doraemon, you must not leave me."
"But I don't want you to fight for me. If you encounter a strong enemy that you can't defeat, don't hold on, okay?"
Now, he knew the meaning of these words. It turns out that she had already seen her own ending, that’s why she was so scared!
She knew that as long as she was in a desperate situation, she would definitely choose to trade her life for her to survive, so she reminded herself not to hold on, otherwise she would become even crazier and more desperate.
Feng Tianming had seen the past of Qianxun, a naturally stupid little girl who had no one to rely on since she was a child. She suffered all kinds of bullying and scolding, and lived on the streets sleeping rough.
Even though she suffered all kinds of hardships, she never hated the world. On the contrary, she was always looking for light in the darkness. No matter how hard and tired she is, she can still smile the purest and most innocent smile.
This is such a kind and lovely girl. She should have been treated tenderly by the world, and she should have been doted on by herself in every possible way. But what about now
Perhaps after joining the Blood Moon Hunters, she has been treated gently by the world. But before he had time to love properly, he was separated from Qianxun.
There was only endless regret in Feng Tianming's heart. Why didn't he turn around and run away as soon as he saw Dracula? Why didn't he set the teleportation circle closer? Why did he take her with him to collect intelligence
Self-blame and grief and anger mixed together, and his blood and tears fell silently again. For an instant, the young man in bright clothes and an angry horse seemed to have entered his twilight years.
He stayed with Qianxun like this, using his magical power to keep her body incorruptible, and watched the sunrise and sunset with her for several times, the rising and falling tides. Beside them, there were more than ten rotten dishes.
This was all made by Feng Tianming for her, and every dish was Qianxun's favorite. He didn't even eat a bite, but just held her in his arms and waited.
It was the dead of night again, and he still looked at her with a dull expression. Suddenly, a colorful butterfly slowly landed on his fingers.
Feng Tianming's death-grey eyes slowly opened wide, and a glimmer of hope ignited, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Qian Qianxun, is that you?"
Colorful Butterfly seemed to understand his words and flapped its wings slightly.
"ah"
Feng Tianming carefully protected it with his hands, fearing that it would be blown away by the wind, and said: "Qianxun, Qianxun, it's really you! It's really you."
The colorful butterfly flapped its wings again, and after a moment, flew back again.
"Qianxun, where are you going?"
Feng Tianming picked up the body in his arms, turned around and chased Cai Die, stumbling and stumbling all the way through the small forest and cemetery to the back of the house.
The colorful butterflies flew all the way and paused to prevent the weak Feng Tianming from getting lost. Fortunately, his obsession was strong enough to provide a steady stream of power to this nearly crippled body, and he was not thrown away from the beginning to the end.
Finally, Nabi stopped on the doorknob of Chihiro Misawa's room.
"Do you want me to come in?" Feng Tianming asked softly.
The colorful butterfly flew to his fingers and flapped its wings again. He nodded and opened the door gently. A simple and quiet small room came into view, simple but very clean.
All kinds of clothes and quilts were folded neatly on the tatami, and the bright moonlight shone in from the balcony. He followed the colorful butterfly and slowly stepped out of the shadow, looking left and right.
This room is really simple. There is a futon on the balcony, which she should have used when practicing Taoism. There is a clothes rack next to the tatami, with two sets of black sailor school uniforms of the same style as her usual style hung on it.
Finally, the colorful butterfly stopped on the white pillow. When Feng Tianming saw this, he paused and asked, "Is there anything here?"
The colorful butterfly flew under the pillow and flapped its wings, and he said again: "You mean under the pillow?"
After seeing it flapping its wings again, Feng Tianming carefully placed Qianxun's body on the bed and reached out his hand to take away the pillow. A blue diary appeared in front of him, with Doraemon and Nobita printed on it.
There was a gel pen next to him that was about to run out of ink. His nose couldn't help but feel sore, and his eyes were so painful that he couldn't even shed tears. Then he slowly reached out his hand to pick up the diary and caressed it carefully.
Colorful butterflies also flew gently to his shoulders and stayed with him silently. This diary looked a little worn, and it should have been bought a few years ago.
"Wow."
Feng Tianming turned to the first page and saw rows of Chinese characters that were neither neat nor neat.
"November 3, 2010. I met a group of kind-hearted people who took me in. It was so warm here. Do I have a home again? Also, that man with strong swordsmanship was surprisingly gentle."
"November 15th, 2010. Today I went out on a mission with Brother Tianming. It was my fault that I was too stupid and he got hurt again. I must become stronger!"
"December 7, 2010. The war between us and the vampires finally ended. Brother Tianming almost died trying to protect me."
As he wrote this, Feng Tianming discovered that there were many traces of tears on the page, many words were soaked, and there were also a few broken hairs.
The shadow of Qianxun could not help but appear in his mind. The poor girl was lying on the bed writing a diary, burying her head in tears and crying.
"May 20, 2011. It is said that confessions will be successful on this day, and it is true! He became my 'Mr. Doraemon', yeah! Hahaha. I am the happiest Nobita in the world!"
"July 22, 2011. We experienced another tragic battle. This time, I finally protected Mr. Doraemon. But there are also some sad things that I don't want to talk about anymore."
"August, 2012. We stayed in a place where gods lived, and we didn't know the date outside. Although I couldn't believe it, just today, I saw my future. I will be on November 3rd, in order to save Mr. Doraemon died."
"Although I am afraid of death, I am even more afraid of losing him. If someone really has to die, I will choose myself without hesitation. Because you are my favorite! Mr. Doraemon."
Feng Tianming's hands kept shaking, holding back his sadness, and mustered up the courage to turn to the next page.
"Ahhh!!"
On the last dozen pages, all the writing was soaked with tears, and the entire paper felt as if it had been completely wet and then dried in the sun, wrinkled and dry.
"October 1, 2012. I knew Mr. Doraemon would take me to the sea today. Sure enough, the future was exactly the same as the one I saw. Even the way he looked when he came to me and what he said was the same. .”
"And that sea is my burial place. I'm sorry, Mr. Doraemon, I didn't tell you earlier. I just secretly hid in my room and wrote in my diary. I cried for no reason."
"Fate cannot be changed, just as Doraemon is destined to be separated from Nobita. I really want to live with you again, but I can't let you give up the good life of more people just because of this kind of thing."
"You're knocking on the door again. I can't think of what to write, and I don't dare to open the door. I can only seize the last moment to write what I want to say to you most."
"Mr. Doraemon, if I leave you, can you take my place and love this world, protect this world, and take a good look at all the beautiful things in this world?"
"If you don't find the time machine, please remember Qianxun. Qianxun has never left you, just, just"
"I just turned into a star to protect you in the sky."
"I will always be in the sky that you can see when you look up. I will always watch you, illuminate you, and warm you. I will absolutely, absolutely, never leave you."
"Mr. Doraemon, I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you!"
On the last dozen pages, there were no words except "I love you!" Without exception, these words were soaked in countless tears and were almost blurred to the point of being unclear.