"...What kind of expression did Senior Brother Kondo look like when he was about to die?"
Souji Okita asked.
Zuo Cun didn't dare to look at Okita's face.
"After laughing, he would be killed by his neck."
"Really." Souji Okita nodded, "Did he leave with dignity?"
"...He didn't lose his dignity."
The two people asked and answered each other, and the atmosphere was a bit delicate.
"That's no problem." Although there was nostalgia in Okita Souji's eyes, he was not sad.
"Senior Brother Kondo, who has followed his own path, will definitely not regret it when he leaves."
She seemed to be sighing.
"I will never leave here again during this time."
Zuo Cun sighed.
Although he had expected Okita to say this, often when Okita actually said it... he would feel even more guilty.
At this time, Souna came back with two fish.
Seeing Samura, Souna became obviously excited: "Mr. Samura, you are back!"
"Well, I won't be leaving for a while." Zuomura touched Souna's head and smiled.
Samura took the fish from Souna's hand and walked to the kitchen naturally.
...
Zuo Cun, as he said, really stayed in Rensheng Village and didn't care about the outside world.
The external war has not stopped yet, and even if it stops, the trauma caused by the war will not recover for a long time.
That place no longer belongs to Zuocun.
Zuocun just stayed in Rensheng Village, chatting with Miss Okita every day, fishing, practicing swordsmanship, and even visited Lu Silan a few times, but Lu Silan didn't seem to be in good health, and the medical clinics were closed. .
Ezuna stayed in the house every day, tinkering with her loom, as if making clothes.
One day, Zuocun and Okita were sitting together.
"Hey, Samura, do you still remember... when the two of us met in Mutsu?"
Zuo Cun was peeling sweet potatoes: "Of course I remember, you were not as gentle as you are now."
"Ahem - you are not as cold as you are now. You are just a silly boy who doesn't look very smart." Okita coughed twice and smiled.
"...Drink some water." Zuo Cun handed the tea cup to Okita.
Okita took the water glass, but did not drink it immediately. Instead, he held the water glass in his hand and continued talking.
"I vaguely remember that at that time... I, who was young and weak, and you, who was holding a knife for the first time, worked together to kill a bandit leader who looked like a wild boar."
"...Well, I also remember that I also got the pheasant feathers from your father's tomb."
Zuo Cun took the pheasant feather off his waist and held it in his hand to appreciate it.
"...Samura." Okita shouted softly.
"What's wrong?"
"Take me to a higher place and have a look, okay?" Okita looked into Zuocun's eyes.
"But your body..." Zuo Cun was a little embarrassed.
Miss Okita smiled nonchalantly: "I know my body well, and it doesn't matter to me a long time ago. Can you promise me? Ahem, cough -"
"......good."
Samura held Okita Souji in his arms.
Suffering from serious illness, Miss Okita's already skinny Zuomura could hardly feel the weight.
Zuo Cun controlled himself so as not to show his sadness. He exerted his strength on his legs and Zuo Cun jumped high.
In this jump, Zuo Cun tried his best, his whole life.
He stayed at an altitude of fifty meters and closed his eyes.
If high altitude is the scenery you want to see, then - I will stay a few seconds longer for you.
Zuocun's body was shaking.
Okita breathed in the fresh air unique to high altitudes and looked at Zuo Cun's closed eyes.
"Is this the scene Zuo Cun saw in the air... It's so beautiful..."
She looked at the woods in the distance, at the flowing river, and at the birds in the sky.
Buzz——
Zuocun held on for about half a minute, feeling that he was about to lose strength, and then fell back to the ground.
Souna is back: "Mr. Samura! I bought the chestnuts!"
"Ah, thank you for your hard work, Souna."
Samura took the chestnuts from Souna's hand, took the peeled sweet potatoes as well, and walked into the kitchen.
Okita Souji's pupils condensed slightly.
"Cough cough - cough cough cough -"
She looked at the handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth silently.
Weakness and pain were already telling her——
Her time is running out.
...
Zuo Cun carried two plates of chestnut gold dumplings and walked to Okita's side.
"This is......"
"Chestnut gold dumpling, I haven't had this for a long time." Zuo Cun smiled.
But behind this smile, there is something hidden...
"...Do you still remember the original agreement - cough cough cough cough!" Okita Souji smiled and looked at Zuomura, but his words were interrupted by a cough.
She felt a little dizzy.
"Okita!" Zuo Cun held Okita in his arms.
The smile was gone, and all that was left was pain.
"...let me try...the chestnut gold dumpling..." She stretched out her trembling hands, picked up a chestnut gold dumpling, and put it into her mouth.
"...It's so sweet...Shunna, go take that thing...out..."
Shouina held back her tears, looking at Miss Okita who was leaning in Zuomura's arms, her breath getting weaker and weaker, and nodded desperately.
"Samura...help me in...I want to change clothes..." Miss Okita said to Zuocun with her remaining strength.
"Hmm... um!" Zuomura gritted his teeth and gently picked up Okita Souji.
After a few minutes, Soina supported Okita Souji and walked out of the room.
Zuocun was stunned.
At this time, Okita was wearing a white suit as pure as snow.
"...Does it look good?" Okita seemed to want to smile, but his body fell to the side uncontrollably.
Samura hugged Miss Okita and opened his mouth, but only tears flowed into his mouth.
"...Take me outside, Zuocun..."
"Souna, I'm sorry... I just wanted Samura to hear some whispers..."
Miss Okita's face was completely pale, and the vitality visible to the naked eye was flowing out of Miss Okita's body.
Samura picked up Miss Okita, who was wearing white clothes, and jumped up.
Coming to an open grassland, the two people cuddled up.
Miss Okita had tears in her eyes.
"I'm going to die... Zuo Cun..."
Samura didn't reply, but the hand holding Miss Okita trembled slightly.
"How I wish...I could always be by your side..."
"Remember what you said to me...if we can survive the troubled times...let's be together..."
Miss Okita's smile was filled with sadness and reluctance.
Zuo Cun gritted his teeth, tears running down his cheeks and dripping on Miss Okita's palm.
"Oh... don't cry, Zuocun..."
Miss Okita picked up Samura's tears and gently pressed them on her chest.
"I have not gone through the troubled times... nor will I be with you again after going through the troubled times..."
"I want to be with you right now..."
"Even if..."
"Only for this moment..."
"Yeah! Yeah!" Zuo Cun hugged Miss Okita and was speechless.
"Then Miss Okita...is Mr. Samura's lover..."
Okita Souji looked at Zuo Cun's face and eyes.
A smile appeared.
"...hehe...Miss Okita...a big victory..."
She was in Zuo Cun's arms.
Dressed in pure white.
Stopped breathing.
