Chapter 379 Yesterday's Phantom (Thanks to the Leader of Zixue Piaohuo)

Chapter 379 Yesterday's Phantom (Thanks to the leader of Zixue Piaohuo)

"I don't know that."

The old man shrugged helplessly: "I don't really understand the specific mechanism, but the things you brought out will definitely help you—if you don't understand, just keep it, I believe it will be used soon. "

"……Fine."

Huai Shi put away her things and said nervously, "Actually, my main purpose is not for this."

"A phantom of yesterday, eh?"

The old man nodded in understanding, obviously he had already penetrated the mountain ghost's stigmata on Huai Shi's body, which made Huai Shi heave a sigh of relief, and his eyes looked forward.

"It's really troublesome. When Utopia was still there, it should be able to be done directly by crossing the Rainbow Bridge—"

The old man scratched his head, pondered for a long time, and suddenly snapped his fingers.

The scenery outside the window changed suddenly, as if before the snow mountain.

"Okay, you go out." She said, "You should be able to see it when you go out."

Huai Shi got up suspiciously, pushed the door and entered, but saw the familiar snow mountain outside, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but soon he realized, isn't this the snow mountain he came to when he just entered Witch's Night?

When he turned his head, he found that the hut behind him had disappeared.

So he walked on, on the narrow path, past the cave where he had been awake, past the place where he had fought the hyenas.

Finally, the footsteps stopped at the edge of the river.

When he looked down at the waves in the water, he saw his own reflection. It is no longer the appearance of a husky, but has become his own appearance.

It's just that it looks so strange that it's hard for him to tell.

In the reflection, the boy's face has not changed, but... the meaning between the brows is different from before.

It feels simply rejuvenated.

Like a faint fire, the black pupils are quiet and deep, sweeping away the immaturity revealed by age.

Even with the same face and the same expression, no one can treat him as a child anymore.

Before he knew it, he seemed to have changed, but he didn't seem to have.

It's just not the same as before.

Maybe it's just growing up.

A little, a little, a little bit more mature.

When a wave of ripples slowly drifted past, Huai Shi's reflection slowly changed, revealing his former silhouette, which made him freeze in place.

This is the phantom of yesterday.

Already very different from today.

What surprised him even more was that the sound of blisters bursting sounded from his consciousness. Immediately afterwards, in a trance, those fragments of broken memories in the memory resurfaced from the darkness, and reconnected, filling every inch of vacancy.

Those childhood memories that have long been lost have been found back, not only that, but even continue to be explored and extended.

Until the end, from birth to the present, everything is vivid.

The child who used to walk alone on the street carrying the cello seems to have become completely different now, but what is still the same, runs through his short seventeen years, and will continue towards his return...

Past, present, and future.

He is still alive.

After a long, long time, Huai Shi couldn't help but let out a long breath.

He didn't spit out plasma sparks and all-destroying breaths, but he felt that the anxiety and depression in his chest were pulled out of his lungs along with the exhalation.

A burst of refreshing coolness diffused into the lungs with the breath, so he couldn't help stretching his body, and heard the crackling sound in his body.

It seems that it has finally matured from the long seedling stage, and the mountain ghost's stigmata are growing rapidly. In the end, layers of dark green colors overlap in the crack on his chest, as if it is about to bloom.

"Isn't this a little more stylish?"

Huai Shi lowered her head, stared at her former self in the reflection, couldn't help grinning, and gestured a thumbs up to her former self:

"Keep going, Huai Shi!"

So, the boy in the reflection smiled and raised his thumb, sending encouragement to his future self.

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In the hut where no trace was found, the girl who had been leaning against the window from the beginning to the end couldn't help shaking her head and sighing as she watched someone look foolishly at the reflection.

"In the end, there is no sense of existence."

Fu Yi shrugged helplessly, "It seems to be quite in line with my personality."

"Evolution always has side effects. It should be fine after leaving here."

Compared to this, the old man beside her was quite surprised by another thing: "Isn't he sublimated?"

"Could it be that I made a mistake in my estimation?" She pondered, "Even just having the experience of presiding over the operation of the Sea of ​​Silver should be enough to complete the sublimation."

"Huh? That feeling like it's about to float?" Fu Yi was stunned: "I thought I had a cold... Didn't it turn out? Ah, I feel like I missed a lot of money!"

"... If your own consciousness does not reject the change, the sublimation will not stop."

The old man saw through Fu Yi's cover-up at a glance, and was not unhappy about it, but was just curious: "It has to be said that it is really rare for you to persist in your identity as an ordinary person to this extent—could you be the kind who hates sublimation people? "

"No, I'm quite envious."

Fu Yi thought for a moment, and said seriously: "But it's that kind of... superficial envy, do you understand? Compared with sublimated people, I think it's more convenient to be an ordinary person."

Envy, desire, desire.

Such emotions have indeed existed before, but at best, they are just a few words of emotion across the TV, like admiring handsome explorers, respecting people who have become heroes, and envious of those handsome people who are active in the hail of bullets and can light a cigarette smartly same role.

She knew that she would never be able to become such a person, that she did not have that talent, nor did she have the dream that could only be realized in that way.

Although there are occasional small impulses, but in the final analysis, that's all.

"What's wrong with the children now? One or two are either hard-headed and scary, or rational and unbearable." The old man raised his brows: "I thought..."

She was silent for a moment, then said seriously: "You will need some changes."

"I actually think so too."

The girl sighed softly: "But not long ago I discovered that, in fact, the last thing I desire is change."

She doesn't need to change.

Even if the relationship between father and mother is broken and the two divorce, even if the mother plans to remarry and have a child...

Even though her hard work has not been rewarded in many cases, it has made the reality and the scene she expected farther and farther away.

Things don't go our way.

But she can understand it.

The reality that belongs to her is already perfect enough, all causes and effects are predestined, and everything has been logically done a long time ago, so she doesn't need to add more things to the snake.

No matter how difficult it is to accept, it is not an excuse to resist and deceive yourself.

She just needs some time, a little space of her own, a place where she can temporarily escape everything.

And a friend who can help her out of it all.

Just like running away from home, one day you have to look back and see the way back. She is well aware of this, and does not intend to delay this day too far.

Just for a while.

As long as she is free for a short night, she can go back and face everything she needs to face.

Like a child who left home, he played willfully, roamed the streets, ran, and tried everything his parents did not allow.

This is her night of freedom.

Now, Witch's Night is over.

It's time for her to go home.

Even if the outside world is magnificent and huge.

"I see."

The old man laughed softly, and stroked her hair lovingly: "You are stronger than I thought... But, are you sure, you really don't need my help?"

As she said that, she glanced out of the window, the smirking young man by the river, shook her head and sighed: "I don't know if it's a person with a strange brain circuit or a born scumbag, you won't understand even by the end of the world, right?"

"No."

Fu Yi withdrew his gaze from the back: "I've changed my mind."

"Um?"

"He is really a very good friend, even better than I expected..." She was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Unfortunately, I am not."

It is too easy to deceive such a person.

Fu Yi has a deep understanding of this.

As long as you smile at him, he will smile at you, as long as you are his friend, he will have nothing against you... as long as you ask, he will give.

Do your best.

Never disappoints.

Because of this, she didn't want to say her most embarrassing request.

Will he agree? No, it should be asked, will he refuse? Then, will he be loyal to this relationship? No, would he betray?

And then what?

Will you be happy?

Most importantly, will he be happy?

Isn't that right?

Isn't love mutual?

Isn't it like a beggar if one-sided demand and one-sided dependence?

If I think about it carefully, from before to now, she seems to be constantly trying to rely on others.

Relying on his father's doting, relying on his mother's support, relying on his own appearance to be loved, relying on his own authority to ignore the rules, and then, relying on his own clever words to win friends... in his loneliest time.

Maybe she is good at this, maybe no one will say anything even if she relies on others.

But for some reason, she didn't want to rely on those things anymore.

Just looking at the back figure outside the window, as long as we compare each other, we can know that living like a parasite has no happiness at all.

Just begging...

In the silence, as if aware of the girl's loss, the old man raised the box in his hand and handed it over: "Do you smoke?"

Fu Yi stretched out his hand, but the box was retracted.

"No."

The old man grinned, and patted her on the head as if a child had succeeded in a prank: "You are still a child, drink tea."

The teacup with fragrance and warmth came to Fu Yi's hands.

"Evelyn."

the old man said suddenly.

"Um?"

"My name is Evelyn, Evelyn of the Chashers."

The old man smiled and told her: "The registered name is [Cycle]. Although it is a bit late to introduce myself, I hope to be your friend."

"me……"

Fu Yi was stunned for a long time. After a long time, he lowered his head, his eye sockets were fumigated by the water vapor, as if a little red: "My name is Fu Yi, I rely on you..."

"Fu Yi, I understand."

The old man reached out his hand firmly, took her palm, shook it, and nodded happily: "Then we are friends now, please rest assured to rely on me, even if our time together is so short."

She paused, her expression became serious, serious and dignified, and she asked in a deep voice: "Then, at the end, I have a question for you—"

In the disturbing brief silence, the corners of her mouth suddenly curled up, revealing a gentle smile:

"--Did you have fun?"

Fu Yi froze in place for a long time, then nodded vigorously.

"Um!"

As a result, the smile became relieved, full of joy and satisfaction.

The old man stretched out his hand and gently hugged the girl in front of him.

"Then smile, my friend."

She kissed the girl's forehead and said goodbye softly: "I hope we can meet again from the source after a long time.

You will go on your own journey, and I will return to my own home.

But before that..."

She winked her eyes, as if a child was about to play a prank, and smiled and told her: "I have prepared a surprise for you—"