"Yunge..." Tumi's face was a little confused and disappointed, and a shallow glimmer of water gradually formed in his wide-open eyes.
The two fell silent together. If the candle flame is sensitive, the flame will also become fainter.
In the darkness, their figures seemed blurred and overlapping.
"Yunge, are you there?"
At this moment, the sound of poinsettia came from outside the door. Then there was a sound of sliding the door, and the calm figure covered the darkness in the room.
"You..." Poinsettia immediately saw the two people in front of her, and was immediately attracted by their strange silence.
The sound of wind followed the ground and swept in from outside the door. Poinsettia looked at the expressions of the two people and seemed to understand what they meant.
"Follow me." He took a few steps towards the two of them and grabbed Fu Yunge's wrist.
Fu Yunge was a little surprised: "Master..."
Poinsettia has no one-word explanation. He pulled Fu Yunge away, and the two of them walked toward the far side of the cabin.
In the small house, Tumi stared blankly at the door, the red moonlight reflecting on her body.
Outside Shuanggan Town, the green grass in the field shook its thin stems in the direction of the wind. The rustling fallen leaves brushed against their shoulders, like the low whistle of the late forest in the wilderness.
The land is soft, and this is where Fu Yunge and Tumi visited during the day. The scattered soil is still the same as before, stained with dots of fireflies and flying white velvet.
Poinsettia and Fu Yunge walked all the way here before slowly stopping. Fu Yunge gasped, puzzled by his master's move.
The poinsettia turned its back to him, and after a long time, he turned around slowly.
Only then did Fu Yunge notice that the master's face had a weathered expression similar to that when he was recounting the past that night.
"I know... how you feel now." His eyes met Fu Yunge's, as if a deep beam of light was looking into his heart, making Fu Yunge feel pain in his chest.
The wind in the distance blew through the forest leaves, making a sound like wind chimes.
Poinsettia sighed softly. He looked at this disciple indifferently after hundreds of years, as if he saw himself in the past.
"What are your feelings for her?"
"I don't know...maybe, they are just companions."
Fu Yunge said. This was his honest statement. Perhaps it would be better between them as simple companions.
"Is this your idea, or are you considering hers?" Poinsettia Mei narrowed her eyes.
Fu Yunge was stunned when asked: "What do you mean..."
The poinsettia sighs softly. He turned to look at Shuanggan Town in the distance. Even though it was shrouded in blood mist, he could still see a little fluorescent light.
"Have you ever really considered her?" Poinsettia said calmly, speaking slowly and clearly, "——Even if she is a companion, you still don't trust her too much."
"Don't trust?" Fu Yunge seemed to understand but not understand. How could he not trust Tumi?
"If you trust, you shouldn't say that." Poinsettia said easily, even though he was not present at the time. He could infer a lot of things from the expressions on the two people's faces at that time.
"...Moreover, the relationship between you should not be just companionship." He didn't wait for Fu Yunge to speak and continued to follow, "When you let her go back, in addition to ensuring her safety, it also contains your …Some kind of emotion.”
Poinsettia hit the nail on the head, but in the end she spared Fu Yunge's favor. Fu Yunge suddenly felt sad and lowered his head.
"Master... you are right." He sighed quietly, "Maybe I shouldn't have met her."
"In this case, it's all due to fate, and your escape is just in vain." Poinsettia frowned, "Besides, have you ever paid attention to her emotions?"
Fu Yunge raised his head slightly and looked at the master through the gap in the hair on his forehead: "Her mood?"
Poinsettia recalled the loneliness on the child's face when the two went out, and the bitterness in her heart, but she smiled helplessly.
"She is a strong child." He finally said lightly.
Fu Yunge raised his hand and touched his heart. The figure of Tumi seemed to appear in front of his eyes. She was always so energetic, so carefree, and as bright as a star shining with the rays of the sun.
"If you don't want her to be sad, just stay with her and walk together." Poinsettia grabbed a handful of floating blood mist with her bare hands, but there was nothing. He looked at Fu Yunge again, waiting for his thoughts.
The breeze blew, making the grass rustle. The lights in Shuanggan Town gradually dimmed, and the fields seemed like a bright red dream in an independent world.
"But..." Fu Yunge suppressed sadness in his throat, "Maybe she and I are completely different behind the scenes. I..."
Suddenly, Fu Yunge was startled by the sound of extremely fast wind coming from his ears.
--Snapped.
Poinsettia raised her hand very forcefully, but when it really fell on Fu Yunge's face, there was only a little soft strength left, like a kind touch.
With the gentle voice, Fu Yunge didn't even feel pain, but was extremely frightened.
Looking up, there was no anger on Poinsettia's face, only a complex expression that seemed a little heartbroken.
"Yunge, I am just a loser in love, but I don't want your path to be full of regrets like my teacher." His calm tone was full of anger, as if he was unable to do what he wanted.
"You have to know that when a thought arises, even if there is a huge distance between the two, it is not a problem."
"Master..." Fu Yunge's eyes glowed a little, and a drop of light seemed to light up in his heart.
Poinsettia's short robe swayed in the bleak wind, but Fu Yunge felt a gentle but strong force, which penetrated into his heart and instilled a new strength.
His previous wavering gradually calmed down and stabilized. At this moment, he seemed to see Tumi's face more and more clearly, as if the fog had been lifted, making him feel warm in his heart.
"If you understand, then go back." Poinsettia quickly turned around and walked away.
In the field, wrapped in the blood mist, only Fu Yunge was left.
He stood there, but his mind became clearer and clearer. It turned out that his previous worries and inferiority gradually disappeared at this moment, replaced by a feeling like the rising sun, penetrating his whole body.
The evening breeze blows and the temperature begins to drop. The moon gradually rose to the zenith, and the dark curtain seemed extremely quiet at this time.
Fu Yunge took a deep breath and felt a coolness in his chest. It turned out that autumn was coming soon, but he had not noticed it before.
He was about to take a step, but when he took the first step, he hit a hard stone in the grass, almost making him stagger.
"What is this?" Fu Yunge felt that the stones in the grass were quite strange. He turned around and leaned over to fumble around, but he found a very neat small stone tablet.
Fu Yunge picked it up with doubts, rubbed the stone tablet as big as his palm, and looked at it intently.
