Nan Dao opened his eyes and looked at the snow in front of him, feeling very confused.
Am I not at the bottom of the lake?
But the scenery was very familiar - it was an alley with a lot of snow on both sides.
This is a small town ten miles outside Nanyi City.
Nanke Town.
The place where Nan Dao lived since childhood.
Nandao didn't know why he suddenly appeared here, and it was still winter.
Looking down at himself, he was not wearing Haruhi's clothes.
But a thick cotton coat.
He held a black umbrella in his hand.
I was walking slowly down a long street.
He covered his mouth and coughed softly, lowering his head but not looking at the road, as if he was deep in thought.
Nan Dao couldn't remember when exactly this happened.
But he remembers every snowfall.
Was there ever such a walk in the snow at that time?
Nan Dao was thinking as he walked.
Then he stopped, as if he was looking for something, then walked to the wall, raised his hand, broke off a piece of dead branch sticking out of someone else's yard, and stuffed it into his sleeve to hide it.
What are you doing?
Nandao is a little confused.
So he walked out of the alley and stood on the street of the town.
The people in the town are all familiar to each other. They are all walking in the snow wrapped in cotton-padded clothes and holding umbrellas. Occasionally they meet familiar people, they stop to talk, and then continue walking in the heavy snow.
Nan Dao stopped on the street for a while, then continued walking towards the other end of the long street.
In a small restaurant on the street, someone was leaning against the window and drinking. He seemed very drunk and looked at the heavy snow outside with blurred eyes.
Nan Dao glanced at him when he passed by, and then walked away calmly.
The man didn't seem to notice Nan Dao passing by, he just leaned against the window and spoke vaguely.
Nan Dao didn't seem to care about the drunk man, and just glanced at him out of curiosity.
But for some reason, the severed branch in his hand was held tightly.
The sound of stepping on the snow is rustling.
After sinking it in and pulling it out again, the thick trouser legs were covered with white snow.
Nan Dao seemed to be immersed in this sound and walked towards the alley at the other end of the long street.
Listen to it ringing regularly.
Then coincide.
coincide?
Nan Dao wanted to look back, but couldn't. He just lowered his head and walked calmly.
Until we reached the end of this alley, in a very secluded corner.
Nan Dao stopped and then turned around.
The drunk man was not far behind him, his eyes were clear, how could he be a little drunk?
There is a sword and a token at his waist.
Unfortunately, it was turned over, so Nan Dao couldn't see what was written on the token.
But Nan Dao knew who that person was.
Some unknown heavenly warden.
"Does this adult have anything to do with me?"
Nan Dao looked at the man and asked.
The man just sneered, said nothing, drew his sword and stabbed him.
Nan Dao raised his umbrella to block the sword and said softly: "Aren't you afraid of killing the wrong person?"
The black-robed warden said calmly: "I have been watching in Nanke Town for half a month."
"so?"
"So the possibility of killing by mistake is unlikely." Heavenly Prisoner said calmly, "It doesn't matter even if it is wrong. If people like you are allowed to grow up, more people may die."
Nan Dao said softly: "So even if I am not a real person, I can only die here in vain?"
"But unfortunately, you are."
Nan Dao sighed and said, "Yes."
Then he looked at the heavenly warden and asked, "So how did you figure it out?"
The Heavenly Warden said calmly: "I didn't notice it. People like you are too good at forgetting. In fact, I didn't notice anything. I just wanted to trick you into talking about it."
Therefore, many things are more useful than anything else if struck with a sword.
Even if you chop it wrong.
Naturally, there is a reason why the human world does not like Heavenly Hell.
There is naturally a reason why the people in Heavenly Prison are like this.
If the world is full of lunatics, then the people on the twelfth floor are normal people among them.
So they will hide and imitate.
But many things are different in essence.
So the people in Heavenly Prison chose a very extreme way to find them.
Nan Dao held up a black umbrella and flicked the sword out of Heavenly Prisoner's hand, then huddled under the umbrella and bumped towards Heavenly Prisoner.
Very rude and barbaric.
In comparison, the Heavenly Warden seemed much gentler. He was dodging in the alley with his sword in hand, constantly looking for opportunities to strike out with his sword.
The two struggled for a long time and returned to that corner again, only this time they were replaced by the Heavenly Prisoner.
Nan Dao held up a black umbrella and pinned him in the corner.
The sword in his hand was also knocked away.
The vitality of heaven and earth surged around them.
The Heavenly Warden looked at Nandao calmly and said, "I'm not the only one who came to Nanyi City."
Nan Dao also said calmly: "The people who came here also said the same thing eleven times in the past."
The Heavenly Warden thought of something and his expression changed.
"It turns out you're not the only one here."
Nan Dao said softly: "Yes, as they walked, they forgot where they were going. Only occasionally one or two happened to walk into this town."
"It seems that Nanyi City Heavenly Prison has noticed the problems here very early."
"Yes, but they forget every time."
The two of them were relatively silent in the alley.
"For a thousand years, no one has ever truly seen the so-called Heavenly Gate." The Heavenly Warden looked at Nandao and said slowly, "What exactly do you want to pursue?"
Nan Dao said calmly: "It's nothing, I just want to take a look."
"So you become a madman?"
"I didn't become crazy."
"Sooner or later you will be." The Heavenly Warden said with a cold voice, "Sooner or later you will be. The further back you go, the more you will forget until you remember nothing, not even who you are as a human being. So he ignores the world, ignores life and death, is this kind of person not a lunatic, but also a savior?"
Nan Dao fell silent.
However, the Heavenly Prisoner suddenly got angry, pushed away Nan Dao's umbrella, slipped out a short dagger from his sleeve, and stabbed Nan Dao hard in the heart.
Then it stopped an inch away from his heart.
A branch was one step ahead of him and pierced his heart.
The branches are longer than the dagger.
Therefore, the Heavenly Prisoner did not penetrate.
Nan Dao used an umbrella to push away the Heavenly Warden, whose heart was red, and watched him fall to the ground.
"You were the one who made the first move."
Then he looked up at the sky.
"It was also the one who moved first."
"I have no choice."
Nan Dao dragged the Heavenly Warden's feet towards the alley not far away.
Stopping at the entrance of a certain courtyard, he opened the door and walked in.
There was a stove burning in the yard, and someone was sleeping under the eaves.
Nan Dao dragged the Heavenly Jailer's body to the stove, then picked it up and threw it into the stove.
Soon there won't even be any scum left.
Nan Dao stood by the fire for a long time, and then coughed violently, with a lot of blood coming out of the corners of his lips.
The people sleeping under the eaves were awakened.
"You went out again?"
"Someone came, so I had to go out and take a look."
The man didn't say anything, just nodded and said, "Remember to hold on to the umbrella."
"Um."
Nan Dao walked towards the back of the courtyard.
Then he stopped under the dead peach tree.
Looking sadly.
Nan Dao, who came from the big lake, witnessed everything silently.
But he doesn't remember anything.
Where did it begin?
Nan Dao took a wine flask under the yard and started drinking.
Then the coughing became better.
Someone pushed the door open and walked in.
It's a peach blossom.
Peach blossom holding a sword in hand.
The peach blossom that cannot be seen in the world.
"Draw your sword."
So Nan Dao walked over and pulled out half an inch of the sword.
The two looked at the sword in silence.
"not enough."
So everything is blind.
Then the South Island seemed to fall into a heavy snow that stretched across the entire world.
He didn't know where he was going.
So I walked hard in the snow.
There is nothing in the snow world.
There was only the South Island and the black umbrella, like mushrooms growing in the snow.
The wind and snow passed through the body.
It's like taking away a lot of things.
Nandao gradually forgot a lot.
Even what I saw just now is gradually forgotten.
Can't remember where it came from.
Don't know how to get there.
So until it was covered by heavy snow.
...
Numerous times, Nan Dao felt as if he was drowned in a heavy snowfall, and then died of cold and suffocation.
Then suddenly he woke up.
Looking at the wine pot that was purring on the stove under the eaves, Nan Dao scratched his head.
I seemed to have had a long dream.
Nan Dao stared at the wine bottle under the eaves in a daze.
The stove is burning brightly, and the peach blossoms inside must be floating.
Nothing came to mind, so Nan Dao raised his head and looked into the yard.
The late spring wind in March is slowly blowing the grass and trees in the yard, and peach blossoms are slowly falling, coming from a peach tree in the corner.
That peach tree has grown for many years.
I don’t remember when Nandao started growing.
I don’t even remember why I was cooking peach blossom wine under the eaves.
The wine was boiling, and the steam pushed the lid of the pot loudly, causing Nan Dao to wake up, only to realize that he had overcooked it.
He hurriedly took down the jug and put it aside to cool for a while. Then Nan Dao picked up the wooden bowl placed aside, poured a bowl of turbid wine, and then sat under the eaves and sipped it.
There was an alley outside the courtyard. After Nan Dao finished drinking the bowl of wine, he walked through the courtyard at dusk, carrying the wine bottle, and opened the door to the backyard. He leaned against the courtyard wall, looking at the neighbors who occasionally passed by, and smiled slightly. Say hello with a smile.
In the distance, under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the corner of the alley at dusk, several old people were sitting and chatting.
There was an old man humming a tune that he had heard when he was a boy and only remembered it again after many years.
The aunts listened with a smile, and then chatted about the news they heard from the southeast, northwest, and northwest.
It was a bit far away, so Nan Dao heard it vaguely and didn't pay attention.
It's just some gossip about parents and neighbors near and far.
Nan Dao held the wine pot with one hand and opened the lid with one hand. He looked down at the boiled peach blossoms inside, then put the lid back on and drank from the spout.
It wasn't until he finished half a bottle of wine that he closed the courtyard door and returned to the courtyard.
I don't know why, but I always feel a little empty.
Nan Dao stopped in the yard, looked at the peach tree, and then at himself. It seemed that nothing was missing.
Both hands and feet are well hung on the body.
What would be missing?
Nan Dao looked at it for a while, leaving that feeling behind when he accidentally fell asleep in the afternoon.
When you wake up in the afternoon, it is naturally easy to feel extremely lost.
So I returned to the room, feeling a little tired, put the wine bottle aside, and fell asleep.
