Sample.
Those were the peaceful years he cherished so much.
If he could, he would like to sit there and listen to the violin for a lifetime.
A gust of wind blows head-on, bringing intoxicating floral scents.
It can't teach people to wake up, but to teach people to sink more and more in the sweet aroma.
The sound of the piano lingered in his ears.
The aroma slowly, slowly changed.
He seemed to smell apricot blossoms.
Light, slightly sweet, if there seems to be nothing.
He opened his eyes.
The sight is the wooden beam roof.
He closed his eyes.
Several slices of apricot blossoms floated in from the window and fell on his neck.
very light. very soft.
He got up from the hard plank bed and looked around in confusion.
The warm sunlight poured in from the window, and everything in the room was familiar and strange.
Wooden tables, wooden stools, chopping boards for the stove, and a basket of dried apricot flowers in a bamboo basket in the corner, as well as tools such as hatchets and shovels. In the back is the bed he slept on.
The wooden table and the wooden stool are covered with a thin layer of brocade cloth, and the things on the stove are also neatly arranged.
The bed was soft, revealing the warm smell after the sun, mixed with a little apricot flower fragrance.
This is clearly the residence of a mortal.
But it looks pretty cozy.
He got off the bed and took two steps, feeling some discomfort.
He? It didn't seem that tall before...
However, he? Who was...
He shook his head.
With a creak, he pushed open the door of the room with some stumbling.
Outside is a courtyard filled with warm sunshine.
A pile of unfinished dry wood was placed beside the wall, and a wooden rack for drying clothes was placed in the open space, and the clothes dried on it were fluttering in the wind.
In the corner, there is a very tall apricot tree, and the dense shade covers a corner of the courtyard.
Shadows swayed.
Someone was lying on a wicker chair under a tree.
He suddenly held his breath.
From his point of view, he could only see the man in a plain white gown, his jet-black hair was like a waterfall, and his fingertips hanging down beside the rattan chair were as pale as snow.
The man sank in the mottled tree shadows, like a fantasy in the shadows.
Like a ghost, he walked over uncontrollably.
The footsteps were very light, for fear of waking the man up.
Before approaching, he was stunned.
He saw a silver mask covering the man's face, so he couldn't see clearly. The man's neck was slender, but there were black burning scars winding on it, destroying the original white and flawless.
But even so.
His heart was still pounding.
He wanted to reach out and touch it, but slowly retracted it.
He squatted beside that person, as if just looking at this person, his heart was filled with a strange softness.
I don't know how long it took before I saw the man's fingertips trembling slightly and slowly woke up.
Subconsciously, he opened his mouth in a low voice.
"... Fairy."
The man's dark eyes looked at him from behind the mask.
Like a lustrous and clear jade, it should be a little hazy when you just woke up.
Countless mottled lights and shadows soaked in the man's eyes, but they were all looking at him, turning into silent gentleness.
"Why are you staying by my side again?" the man said softly.
He couldn't help but take the man's hand.
That hand was pale and soft, and even though the sun was warm, it still revealed a cold that was hard to fade away.
He held that hand, stubbornly trying to warm him up, smiled lowly, and said, "Because I like to see you."
Through the mask, he could not see the expression of the man.
But he was keenly aware that there was a touch of light red on the tip of the man's ear.
It was just a little bit red, but he saw that his heart was shaking, and his blood was rushing.
Even though he has been with this person for so many years, he is still excited like a teenager.
With a thought, he put one knee on the rattan chair, leaned over and gently embraced the man's body.
"Your body? It's so cold, Xianchang."
He leaned on the man's shoulder and whispered, sniffing the cold and gentle fragrance.
The man's thin and flexible body was under him, and he felt dizzy as if about to explode. He couldn't help but ask, "I want to keep you warmer, okay?"
The man looked at him quietly with his jade-like black eyes, and then his soft hand touched his head, rubbed it lightly, and said in a low voice.
"good."
The joy and softness in his heart exploded like fireworks, he wanted to lean over for a deep kiss, but suddenly he felt himself falling.
The wind rang in my ears.
He opened his eyes and saw the... statues of gods and Buddhas in the sky.
The expressions of those statues are either compassionate, or smiling, or angry, and so on.
But because there are too many, it appears very strange.
The feeling of falling stopped.
He realized that he seemed to have arrived in a dark and nameless place.
There is no wind and no light.
With every step, the sound of footsteps reverberated loudly, reverberating in the darkness.
He looked at the dome.
There is a shimmer in the far heights.
But the distance is far, far away.
This is where
His eyesight was good enough to see everything in the dark.
This appears to be the base of a stupa.
Countless statues of gods and Buddhas are engraved on the wall of the tower, but the bottom floor, although the surrounding is also full of statues, but the engravings are completely different from the evil spirits above, and there are flaming flames.
The karmic fire of hell has burned countless evil ghosts, their expressions are terrified, ferocious and evil, as if condensing all the ugliness in the world.
On the tower wall, an extremely narrow, spiraling staircase winds its way to the distant light above.
And at the bottom of that staircase, there was a man sitting there.
If he didn't really see it, he wouldn't even notice that there were actually people in this dark place.
How would you describe the person sitting by the stairs
About, like a pile of skeletons scattered there, lifeless, even breathing can not be heard.
His footsteps were so obvious, but the man still seemed to be unaware.
He thought for a while, and used the remaining spiritual power in his body to ignite a fire.
This time, the man finally had a reaction.
The man's eyes seemed to have not seen light for a long time, still looking at him like a moth to a flame.
Even though the fire was aroused to tears, the tears continued to flow in that person's dark and empty pupils.
The man had a black, ugly face burned by fire.
More hideous than the evil spirits engraved on the walls.
The man quietly looked at the fire and him.
It was difficult for him to describe the look in the other's eyes, but he felt that the other party might have regarded him as an illusory and rare dream.
... That's why you just stared at him quietly without blinking? Look at him.
Still, the man spoke up.
His voice was dry and hoarse, like a broken xylophone. Not pleasant.
The man said softly.
"Your Highness, you are here."