The third night.
Xiao Kui, who was getting more and more injured, lay on the window sill boredly, and then, not surprisingly, saw the white willow carrying a lamp on the shrine, holding his chin and sighing: "Go again."
After a while, Xiaokui stood up in surprise, and saw Bailiu holding a lamp at the door of the shrine, and did not push the door in.
One hour passed .
Two hours passed .
Just like that, Shirahige was holding a faintly luminous lamp, standing alone in the long dark night in front of the shrine, standing motionless like a stone lantern guarding the shrine by the door.
The door of the shrine was suddenly opened slightly, and a pair of slender, white can be seen holding the door valve, and trying hard to push the door out. This is obviously the Cthulhu’s .
The Cthulhu wanted to come out to see the sacrifice standing outside the door, but Xiaokui Ji's younger brother said that the Cthulhu was chained to the shrine, and it was impossible for him to come out.
Obviously, as long as the sacrifice walks in, you can see the Cthulhu, but Bai Liu just stood outside the door and never got too close, letting the Cthulhu, who was awakened by him painfully, struggling to approach him.
"What are you doing?" Xiaokui frowned. "This guy won't be seriously injured and spend so much time stealing the keys to the shrine, just to stand outside the shrine for one night, right?"
Shirayagi was really standing outside the shrine for one night.
When the sky was about to dawn, Xiaokui woke up and saw Bai Liu still standing outside the shrine, carrying the lantern, and going down the mountain without his head.
The struggling door in the shrine also stopped moving.
"In this person's mind..." Xiaokui frowned, "What are you thinking about?"
The fourth night, the fifth night, for a month, no matter how severe Bailiu was tortured during the day, no matter how sunny, rainy, snowy or windy, Bailiu would definitely carry the lantern up the mountain at night without moving, and then outside the shrine. Stand all night and go down the mountain when the sky is clear.
Doing things like this day and night, even Xiaokui, a bystander who was only observing from a certain kind of curious heart, could clearly see Bai Liu's rapid reduction and emaciation.
Although from the appearance of this person, he was still so calm, as if he didn't stand outside the shrine every night and waited alone for dawn.
Just like this, day after day, I don’t know how long it will take. When the offerings appeared at the Beiyuan family, the sacrifices were so painful that they committed suicide for the first time. After his teacher, he should have an extra course on [love] in his sacrifice teaching.
Luming County began to hang Regarding the Cthulhu Festival He Caitiao, the rainy days began to surpass the snowy days, and the trees around the shrine began to bloom.
Xiaokui realized in a daze that the summer festival seemed to be coming.
Soon after, the sacrifice who came in with Bai Liu committed suicide again. His pain was beyond words, and it was in stark contrast with Bai Liu, who was so calm that no ripples could be seen no matter how much he suffered. People's attention began to lean towards this sacrificial offering that seemed more painful.
So when the sacrifice committed suicide again, the Patriarch of the Kitahara family waved with joy: "Really, this sacrifice is about to mature. Today, I will stop training and give him whatever promises he wants. , We must make him live in pain!"
Bai Liu lowered his head and stepped back from the owner. The owner waved impatiently to let Bai Liu go.
As summer approached, it was rainy on the beach. When the rain suddenly fell in the evening, Bailiu walked around the shrine from a deviant path, holding a paper umbrella.
Now that few people in the Beiyuan family pay attention to this sacrifice that is not painful at first sight, Bai Liu's actions are even more free than before.
Xiaokui was lying on the windowsill, looking at the faint lamp in the rainy night. Seeing Bailiu on the mountain every night to see the evil god has become a boring sacrifice, one of the few joys in life.
It is very strange, what exactly does Bai Liu want to do
The rain is getting bigger and bigger, and the light that Bai Liu carries on the rain curtain is very faint, like some kind of luminous insect floating around the shrine, wandering among the forests where the vegetation is gradually dense, swaying towards the dwelling of the gods. OK, and then stopped again at the entrance of the shrine.
Xiaokui saw that the door inside the shrine was pushed open by another one.
These days, the evil god in the shrine has been walking outwards more and more. From the beginning, he could only open a little gap, and now he can open half of the door. For a time, Xiaokui thought that he was the god inside. Can come out.
But what Xiaokui couldn't see was that the one that opened the door was long, slender, white, and scarred, covered with wounds drawn out by silk threads and chains, and the blood dripped drop by drop along the outer robe. Connected with the rain in the pond.
"Come on, Bai Liu." Sheta stood by the door he tried to push half-open, and said lightly with her eyes down, "I hear your footsteps and feel your pain, so I wake up. Come to the door and wait for you."
"Aren't you coming in to see me today?"
Outside the shrine’s door, there was only a patter of heavy rain. Bai Liu did not speak. For so many days, even though Bai Liu came every day, Sheta would talk to him like this every day, but Bai Liu had even a single word. None of them answered him.
Sheta was accustomed to this too. He raised his head slightly and calmly watched the swaying wind chimes under the eaves and the growing rain outside the eaves. The tight silk thread on his feet was pulled into the flesh. , There were dense bloodstains on his robe, and the fresh scars that had just been strangled on his wrists were dripping drop by drop, dripping down his pale fingertips.
The umbrella held by the white willow outside the door dripped like a rainy night, and the blood and rain fell to the ground at the same time and melted in the mud.
Xie Taqing said: "... These few days you have come, and I wake up earlier and earlier, and you seem to be suffering more and more."
"What are you suffering, Bai Liu?"
Xie Ta looked at the thick and old wooden door. He knew that there was a white willow on the other side of the door, where he would stand all night, and he would leave until the sky was over, and then come back the next night.
With the heavy rain today, will Bai Liu be ill...
It's too strange, Xieta lowered his eyes, he looked at his bruised and bruised body, a little confused, tightening his heart's clothes.
Obviously, it is the body that is bleeding at the moment. The body is not very painful, but I just thought that Bailiu would be ill. It was because the position of his heart was tightened.
A very strange pain.
In these days, Xieta has never seen Bai Liu or heard Bai Liu’s sound. He just knows that Bai Liu is on the other side of the door. There is a thick line between him that makes it impossible for him to reflect Bai Liu’s emotions. The wooden door, but he can feel a lot of emotions so clearly.
Every night, his heart beats faster when he wakes up because of Shiryu’s approach. When he wakes up, he pushes open the door of the shrine. When he sees Shiryu has not pushed open the door of the shrine, his heartbeat will be dull again to see him. .
When Bai Liu left, he listened to Bai Liu's fading footsteps and slowly fell asleep, his heartbeat would change quickly and slowly.
Thinking of Bai Liu leaving today would slow down, and thinking of Bai Liu coming again tonight would speed up.
"It's raining too much tonight." Sheta said to the wooden door. "Would you like to go earlier?"
Quiet outside the door, Xie Ta heard the sound of the turning of the umbrella, and then the footsteps of Bai Liu going down the mountain.
It's too strange .
Xie Ta tightened his lips, his eyes were staring straight at the wooden door, and the fingers of his clothes tightened tighter and tighter.
Obviously because of the heavy rain, it was him who let Bai Liu go there, but he really heard the footsteps of Bai Liu leaving without any enthusiasm. I thought of the time he spent with Bai Liu through the wooden door so fast tonight. ...
Xieta has no way to control the real estate loss.
why
There is no one around him, and he naturally can't reflect anyone's feelings. So where do these two conflicting emotions come from
Although there was no response every time, every time Sheta would ask when Bai Liu left: "Will you come tomorrow?"
Bai Liu’s departure stopped for a moment, and Sheta heard the pouring rain. Bai Liu’s breathing was slightly heavy. For a moment, he stepped forward and walked to the door of the shrine. Xie Ta even heard the sound of Bai Liu's posted on the wooden door of the shrine. It seemed that Bai Liu was about to push the door in the next second and talk to Xie Ta.
Sheta heard his heartbeat more intense than ever. He moved forward hard, and the silk thread tied to his bones even squeezed into his bones, but he didn't care about it, bowed his head and sorted out helplessly. I look at my clothes and hair on my , frowning slightly, but it is not the pain caused by the scars, but the blood stains on my clothes and hair.
Seeing the white willow in bloodstains like this, it looks a little untidy, but he can't take care of it so much now.
Sheta simply sorted out her appearance, then raised her head, staring at the wooden door in a daze, concentrating at the point where her breathing almost stopped, allowing the blood on her to flow down and penetrate the coat.
Will Bai Liu open the door to see him
What will he tell him
Bai Liu's breathing stopped for a moment near the door, and his sigh moved slightly on the wooden door.
Sheta looked straight at the wooden door, his shoulders and back slowly straightened, and the light in his eyes lit up little by little.
Then Bai Liu's stopped , he paused, just like those nights before, turning leaving without saying anything.
Sheta's tensed shoulders collapsed little by little. He stared at the door in a daze, his eyes filled with shallow, as if a layer of light was about to fall.
At the moment when she heard Bai Liu's departure, Sheta could hardly hear her heartbeat , as if his heartbeat left with Bai Liu tonight.
Sheta slowly fell to the ground as Bai Liu left, with countless heavy silk threads interlaced on the skin under his clothes. He gradually closed his eyes and said softly to himself. NS:
"Whether you come tomorrow or not."
"I will always wait for you."
Xiaokui was staying at the window. I thought it was another white willow staying outside the shrine on a rainy day. I was watching the yawn. But when dawn came, Bailiu suddenly walked into the shrine. Step, lift the lamp and shine it on the door of the shrine, and stick it on the door of the shrine.
These little Kwai raised their spirits, and stretched their bodies forward to look a little more carefully: "Will he want to go in today?"
"No." Xiaokui's eyes narrowed, "Bai Liu, did he write something on the door of the shrine?"
The heavy rain fell, the rain was noisy, and Sheta’s sound was also obscured by the rain.
"Will you come tomorrow?"
"It doesn't matter if you don't answer me, whether you come tomorrow or not, I will always wait for you."
Bai Liu was holding an umbrella. He stood silently under the almost devastating rain, and then suddenly turned around. Bai Liu carried a lamp and shone on the wooden door that was vaporized by the rain.
The wooden door was covered with grainy water droplets. Bai Liu looked down and pressed his palm on the wooden door lightly, and then pointed on the wooden door, stroke by stroke on the door. Write a sentence carefully, then stay quiet in front of the door for a while, then turn down the mountain.
The rain is getting heavier.
In the misty rain curtain, the light carried by Shiryu is farther and farther away from the gate of the shrine, but the sky is gradually shining on the wooden door of the shrine, illuminating the words of the white willow written on the wooden door of the shrine:
[I will come tomorrow. 】