The Beyonder of Xingyue Gensokyo Chapter 1270

Ai lowered her head and whispered.

Xiantaro picked up the small basket, took a last look, especially at the kimono on her, turned around resolutely, and ran down the mountain.

"He is a very good boy. Even if he was born in this village that believes in gods, he will have doubts about unreasonable things."

A voice came from Ai's side, and Liang Yiluo stood there, watching Xiantaro's departure.

"Mr. Luo..."

Love called him in a low voice, which was the name she got from him yesterday.

"It's late at night, love... you're going to sleep."

"kindness."

Ai responded in a low voice, but did not make any movements, still leaning against the narrow bird's-eye view.

"Don't worry, I will always be here with you, so sleep in peace."

"Thank you, Mr. Luo..."

Ai raised her head and glanced at Liangyiluo. Although she didn't know who he was, why he came here, and why she wanted to talk to her, Ai was really grateful to him. Without him, she would have frozen to death there. It's freezing.

The small door was closed, but a gap was left. Ai lay in the small space, even in the deep mountains in the cold winter, it was still warm and made people groan comfortably.

Liang Yiluo glanced at the sleeping face, shook her head and closed her eyes, standing there thinking of something.

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In this way, time passed slowly, and without any interference from external objects, six years passed unknowingly. From that day on, the boy named Xiantaro appeared in front of the bird's eye on time every day, for Ai prepares food, if the weather is bad, he will prepare a few more days for her to keep.

However, although Ai has eaten the bad rice for many years, Liang Yiluo just said before that she wants to live a good life. After Sendaro delivers the meal, she will also prepare exquisite food for Ai, but Ai She is indeed a girl with a very gentle heart. Even if she is used to Liangyiluo's delicacies, she still will not throw away the hard rice balls sent by Sendaro, and will swallow them with plain water every day.

That was the wish of Xiantaro and her parents, and Ai didn't want to waste them.

If it continues like this, this may be a somewhat tangled love story, but under the manipulation of a certain invisible big hand, when Ai was thirteen years old, a change finally occurred.

Chapter 0174 six years of companionship

"This year's harvest is not good."

A middle-aged man sighed. He knelt down and picked up the rice under his feet. With just a light touch, the ears of rice flew away with the wind like a mountain of salt that would collapse at the touch of a finger.

These ears of rice are dead matter lacking nutrients, and even in autumn, there is no rice that can be used for food.

"The tax will be collected soon, but we have almost nothing this year and last year."

The man in the middle looked very unhappy, he grabbed a handful of ears of rice planted in the ground angrily, and threw them towards the sky viciously.

"If it doesn't work, hand over all the food stored in the village, and some bran, and add it to the good rice, and see if you can get away with it."

"Mr. Village Chief."

The middle-aged man was startled when he heard the voice, and greeted him respectfully when he saw the person coming.

As the oldest and most prestigious person in the village, the head of a village is very prestigious in this era.

"But...if we hand over all the stored food, how will we survive this winter?"

The middle-aged man's wrinkled face seemed to be more wrinkled, he said unwillingly while holding the rice in his hand.

"We'll figure out a way when the time comes, even if we dig up some bark and wild vegetables to deal with it, but if we don't pay taxes, our village may be doomed."

The village chief also sighed, and a trace of fear flashed across his and the middle-aged man's faces.

If the harvest is not enough, I am afraid that the officials and lords will definitely send soldiers to arrest their men to become strong men. If there is a lack of male labor, the village will soon fall into ruins.

They dared to kill a seven-year-old girl as a sacrifice to the gods, but they were afraid of the tyranny of humans and the ferocity of soldiers. I have to say that this is really ironic.

"Wow……"

There was a weak cry, and the two men turned their heads to look, and saw a woman carrying a child on her back, coaxing the baby with a sad face.

"That child is hungry..."

The village head, who has lived for many years, is very experienced, and he can see the reason why the child is crying at a glance.

"But his mother has no milk, even if she is hungry, there is nothing she can do."

The middleman shook his head helplessly. The lack of food made it impossible for women to produce milk, and naturally children could not be fed. There is no milk powder in this era.

"I don't know what we did to make the mountain god angry, so that we encountered such difficulties."

The old village head put his hands together, closed his eyes and prayed devoutly, but it didn't help this year's harvest.

Although this village is ignorant, the neighbors who have lived together all their lives are still very affectionate, and they are unwilling to watch those neighbors starve to death because they have no food, let alone such children.

After hearing the conversation between the village head and the middle-aged man, Xiantaro and Ai's parents, who were doing farm work with their heads down, looked a little guilty, but they didn't dare to raise their heads to let others find out that something was wrong. They just kept their heads down and remained silent. .

Born in this village that believes in mountain gods, they also believe in the existence of mountain gods, and more or less believe that the reason why the village has no crops now is because they have kept love privately and have not offered tribute.

But for love, they really don't want to give up, don't want to watch her die, so they can only hide her selfishly, tortured by guilt every day and night, looking at the mother who can't produce milk because of food, watching her because of hunger And babies who are getting weaker and weaker, watching the elderly have to choose to die because of lack of food, will leave the small amount of food to younger people.

This is the status quo, the status quo brought about by their 'selfishness'.

"Sentaro..."

The corner of Ai's father's mouth twitched, and a trace of unbearable flashed across his face.

"No, I won't give up on love..."

There was also a hint of shakenness on Xiantaro's face, but after a lot of painful entanglement in his heart, he still lowered his head and said in a trembling voice.

"After that... I still have to ask you..."

Not daring to look at the baby whose cries were getting weaker and weaker in the distance, Xiantaro's mother also turned her head and said in a low voice.

'Perhaps...it's better to leave here with love. '

Looking at the rice fields that can't produce anything in a daze, Xiantaro thought unconsciously.

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In the summer, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant in the mountains, and there is no fear of snowstorms in winter. The summer in the mountains is not hot at all, but it is refreshing.

Cicadas chirp, flowers and plants compete to bloom, stretching their vitality to their heart's content.

Now is the farming season, and there is no one patrolling the back mountain. Liang Yiluo accompanied Ai, walking among the green grass, watching the small animals and butterflies running across the green grass.