Xue Miyin walked on the street and walked a long way. This town is not big and there are very few people, so it is extremely quiet. She has lived in many places and seen all kinds of street scenes, but her favorite is towns like this. If it were a more backward village, it wouldn't work too well. The thatched roof would fly off when it blew, and the walls would start peeling off again if it rained a little bit...
After escaping the topic she didn't like and walking in the quiet scenery for a long time, she finally felt better. In fact, if it was just about what happened with Shuoyue-kun, she might not be so... so awkward. She didn't like to talk about this because she always thought of something she had lost, which was also the only relic left by Miaomiao. On the night of the fight with Shigeyuki-kun, the cat's eye stone fell out of her body. Either it fell where it was and was picked up by others, or Lord Shuangyue took it, the latter being the most likely. No matter what, that thing is not on her body, and she doesn't even have the last prop worth remembering.
Amiao followed her, often keeping distance from her, and then playfully pounced on her, tapping the bells on her shoes between her feet. It is very keen on this game, and Miyin never worries about stepping on it. Amiao may be considered a thought, but it's just...just a name, which is meaningless.
But...but Miaomiao didn't die.
Not only did she not die, she grew up. At that time, she was so small... She was so thin, and in Miyin's impression, she was as pitiful as an abandoned stray cat. When I saw her again, she had grown up, and she should be fourteen or fifteen years old. The reunion happened one night. She couldn't see her face clearly, but it was enough for her to recognize her. Miaomiao looks very healthy, like all children of this age, but she is still so skinny.
"She didn't mean to kill me," she said that night. "You have to forgive her. She didn't mean to kill me."
If the person in front of her said bluntly that it was Lord Shuangyue who "gave her a ride" in order to avoid trouble, Miyin might still be a little suspicious. After all, she knew very well that she was not this kind of person. However, the Miaomiao in front of her was also so sincere, just like when she first met this child... She seemed to care little about her own affairs and always thought about others. Even...
"She has to kill me, you have to understand."
"I can't understand," Miyin said, "Since she saved me at that time, she could obviously save you too! Even if I bring your body back, I can..."
"I was captured by a monster. If you don't kill me, everyone will be in trouble. In comparison, the life of a dying little girl is naturally insignificant. You know, she is the Six Paths Impermanence, and the Six Paths Impermanence knows very well what she should do. How to choose? My situation is different from yours..." She said softly, "There is nothing around you that will threaten people. Of course she should save you."
"...I don't believe it." Miyin only remembered that she kept saying, "I don't believe it. You, me, she..."
Miaomiao is right. Her voice, her words, her appearance, her every move... everything reinforces the fact that Miyin gradually believes: she is Miaomiao, Miaomiao is who she is. She knew that Mr. Shuangyue could tell white lies, but she didn't know if Miaomiao could. In fact, they only knew each other for ten days and a half, which was a much longer life than eight long years - this was just a snap of the fingers. Memories can embellish many things, and this short and dark experience made her feel that the weight of such a little girl in her life was so heavy that it could rival this kitten and Mr. Shuoyue himself. . Now the two are standing on opposite sides... No, not opposites. Miaomiao didn't say that. She personally put the two people on opposite ends of the scale and had to decide the winner.
Miaomiao just kept repeating:
"I didn't lie to you, I didn't lie to you...Give me your hand and I can let you know what happened that day."
Xue Miyin remembered clearly that it was very cold that day, and the night wind was a bit strong, making her hands and feet cold and her head about to freeze. Her mind was as rigid as her body. But now that Miaomiao said this, she stretched out her hand hard, and every tiny movement made her joints crack. In the cold wind, Miaomiao was wearing thin clothes. That's strange. Isn't she cold? Her hands must be cold too. Such thoughts prompted Miyin to speed up the movements of her hands, and she even tried her best to lean forward. It's just that it's still too slow, too slow, every blink is so long, every breath is unbearable. But her friend was not in a hurry, he just looked at her kindly, innocently, and even worriedly, waiting for her.
When he touched her hand, Xue Miyin felt as if he was electrocuted.
Labor pains, severe labor pains. She tried to express this strong feeling in words, but she couldn't. The overwhelming sight in front of her made her unable to make a sound, and even her breathing seemed to be still. Is this...is this a wonderful perspective? His vision was a little blurry, as if there was a layer of dirty, transparent mica, and his vision was a little shaky, trembling up, down, left, and right. Whether it was Miyin herself who was trembling, or whether Miaomiao's perspective was just like this, she still didn't know.
Soon, she saw a familiar figure appear in her field of vision.
Lu Yinxue Jian·Shuang Yuejun.
In her memory, she had rarely seen Shuangyue Lord like that... no, never. She was so - so vicious, so ferocious, so full of hostility. Her umbrella, Ye Yinlu, is her weapon, or so she says. Miyin had never seen her take out the umbrella tube and use it like a sword, but now she saw it.
Those fragments are chaotic, disordered, and broken, and require a certain method to sort and reorganize them in order to restore the appearance of things themselves. But that was enough, Xue Miyin understood clearly enough what was going on. Flirting, slashing, and thrusting, she is an impermanence of six paths, an onmyoji, and a fighter. She was... attacking herself - not herself, but Miaomiao at that time. Miyin only saw all this from her perspective. Occasionally, she could still see strange... tentacles flashing in the corners of the screen? Or, a snake's tail? In short, it is not something that belongs to humans.
Those scenes were intermittent, each scene was very coherent, but the splicing was a little rough, but the memory was so fragmented. The whole battle may have lasted a long time, but Miaomiao deleted and compressed these experiences and poured them into her mind in an instant, leaving her unable to resist. Soon, the battle came to an end. Her eyes rolled around and saw the broken sky among the green leaves. Lord Shuangyue came closer and stared at her blankly - she had never looked at her like this before. Then, she raised her umbrella and pointed the tip...
Xue Miyin screamed and bounced away, as if the power in her memory had really hurt her.
But...those are all in the past, even though it didn't last long. At some point, Miyin had reached the edge of the town and followed a path deep into the woods. She raised her head and looked at the sky, feeling that this scene was very similar to what she saw in her hallucination that day, but it was not the same scene after all. The sunshine here is real and warm, completely different from the cold memories. The skylight at that time was pale and feeble, like a light shroud that had been torn by the shadows of trees, sprinkled on me, and then lifted up, like light funeral paper money.
She touched her hand to the dagger at her waist.
This is also something Miaomiao gave herself, something for self-defense. She never said the words telling herself to do something, but she just felt that there was a voice telling her that she had to do something with it. Miaomiao said that this knife can be used to "correct mistakes", but Miyin feels that some things and some people are the biggest mistakes.
Maybe a little paranoid - Miyin often said this about herself. But it doesn't matter, she won't die anyway. This is nothing more than a declaration, a statement, an attitude. She had no intention and had never determined to put Lord Shuangyue to death. She also knew that she would not be able to do it, and no one could do it. But if he doesn't do this, he won't be able to make that arrogant and stupid woman realize her mistake, and she won't be able to wake up from the... self-satisfying kindness that kidnapped her. She wanted to leave her, the source of this mistake. Miaomiao would take her away, she promised herself, prayed to herself, and let Miyin leave with her. They can live a better life than they have now, a life more worthy.
Xue Miyin finally realized that in the final analysis, Lord Shuangyue was just a "person".
She is not a god, never has been. In the past, she was regarded as the person she respected the most, the person she admired the most, the person who was closest to the gods with the most unsullied faith - "But I am not wrong," this voice lingered in Miyin's mind for a long time. It was Mr. Shuangyue who showed such a majestic image in front of her without permission. It was Mr. Shuangyue who made her mistakenly think that she was an absolutely sincere person. It was Mr. Shuangyue who intentionally or unintentionally created such a special image in front of her, even glowing.
Now, Xue Miyin only found it funny and eye-catching.
She pulled out the dagger and looked at it carefully in her hand. There is no trace of blood on the blade, or it may be integrated with the lines of the knife. She touched it carefully. Although it looked jagged on the surface, it was actually very smooth and without any impurities. She really couldn't believe that she had actually done such an inhumane thing... She could kill many people, it could be anyone, but Shuoyue Lord, a person who was kind to her as a nurturing person... No, She can't think too much and she will never regret it.
"Found you."
A light figure passed by, a familiar person jumped down from the tree crown, and the leaves fell rustling. She was startled.
"wonderful--"
"Shh," the child made a silent gesture, "you know my situation is very dangerous, there are always bad people trying to catch me."
"Well..." Xue Miyin lowered his voice, but still couldn't hide the excitement in his words, "I thought, I thought I lost you again, and I was trying to find a way to find you through Yun Waijing. I know, you Said someone coveted your spiritual power..."
"How nice of you to remember what I said."
These teenagers are so—so forthright. Her round head was still so round, which reminded Xue Miyin of the lost cat's eye stone. She wanted to hold Miaomiao's hand to confirm whether she was hallucinating because of her thoughts just now, but Miaomiao took a step back.
"The people around you have good noses. I dare not let anyone know my whereabouts."
"I thought you were still angry...angry at me for losing your family heirloom."
"Yeah, I did think it was you at that time. You should have seen and heard it. I asked her if it was you, and you finally found me... but she got into a fight without explanation. It doesn't matter, I understand and forgive her, Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here today, and I wouldn’t have the courage and ability to come to you.” When she said these words, Miaomiao’s eyes seemed to be shining.
Of course Miyin remembers it. She still remembered hearing Miaomiao's desperate words before the fight.
"You're not her - you're not her! Why are you holding our things? Why! Give it back to me!"
At that time, Lord Shuangyue took action. Thinking of this, Xue Miyin slightly tightened the hand holding the knife.
"I'll come find you again tonight when I'm ugly."
These were the last words her friend left her today.
