Chapter 256: The Garden in Memory

"A long, long time ago, there was a father who doted on his daughter." Isegrin's ethereal voice began to speak slowly.

"He built a garden for his daughter with flowers of all colors."

"Girls live carefree in this garden, sometimes strolling and sometimes singing."

"Childish and pure singing, like a newborn bird."

"The father loves his daughter so much that he sometimes shares this beauty and joy by bringing some very good friends and relatives together to appreciate his daughter's singing."

"At the banquet, the guests sat with this father and watched the girl dance and sing among the flowers, and they couldn't help being intoxicated."

"They gave this girl all kinds of blessings, including a gorgeous and delicate dress, flowers that never fade, dazzling gems, and a wish to wish her eternal youth."

"If time stayed in that moment forever, maybe this would be a good story too."

"But the girl felt tired. She didn't want to stay in this garden all the time. She wanted to go out and have a look. Of course, this idea was stopped by her father."

"There are a lot of bad people out there, and it's also very dangerous, my father said."

"The girl did not resist, but chose to stay in the garden obediently. Even if a few handsome young men occasionally told her that they could take her out, she did not agree."

"My father loves me. He won't lie or lie to me. This is the simple idea of ​​a girl."

"But the fairy tale comes to an end, and my father dies."

"The girl who lost her trust finally fell into the world. She didn't have any survival skills. She soon encountered various difficulties, deceit, lies, greed, lust, and all kinds of people with ghosts began to approach her."

"The world is as ugly as my father said."

"The rare thing is that when the war broke out, the girl was sent to the battlefield because of her special ability. After seeing various bloody and cruel scenes, she finally died on the battlefield. So her simple life is also here." At this moment, Ise Gelin's ethereal voice also slowly stopped.

"Sorry, it's not a tortuous and moving story." The ghost girl turned her head slowly and continued to Roland Hill.

"It's nothing." Maybe this is life, Roland Hill thought, things are changeable and impermanent, and there is no beauty in art.

"Although these things seem to have happened in my lifetime, it's like watching a stranger's memory." Ise Green slowly floated up, her illusory fingers drawing light blue dots in the air.

"Although the dead girl is exactly the same as me, I can't feel the feelings in it, and I can't understand her love, hate, and various emotions."

"The knowledge in memory tells me that the ghost should have this unfinished wish or obsession, otherwise it will not be able to gather scattered souls and thoughts, but will become invisible."

"But what is my wish?"

Isegrin's ethereal voice came to an end, and the scene slowly fell into silence and quiet.

After a long time, the silver-haired girl stood up.

"I don't know how to explain it. Maybe everyone's experience and ideas are different." Roland Hill took off the flowers from his hair and looked at the petals.

"The meaning of life is different for everyone, and I don't dare to make rash decisions about others."

"I can only make a bold guess, maybe that girl hopes that she can have a different life."

"It is a wish to gain something, and it is also a wish to leave something. The past is not necessarily all good memories, maybe she is not like the new you carrying such a heavy burden, so that you can live arbitrarily , to experience a completely different life." The girl gently rubbed the icendula in her palm, and the light blue flowers slowly flew up in the wind.

"Like a newborn bird, travel lightly on the road, spread your wings and fly, and experience the sky with flowing clouds and breeze."

"Just treat it as my own little conjecture. If you think this is unreasonable, you must have your own reasons. This is something that others cannot interfere with."

Loren Hill looked at the ice calendula that was gradually flying away in the wind, and told some of her little thoughts. She was not a master of emotions and a philosopher who had experienced the vicissitudes of the world, and this was just her little idea.

"Well, but it's really better to hear Lorraine say that."

Isegrin floated in the sky, slowly surrounding the ice calendula.

"Then how to start a new life, I don't have anything particularly longing for."

"Then do what you like and feel comfortable with." The girl's voice came from under the sea of ​​flowers.

"For me, watching the sunset under the sunset is a favorite thing every night. In winter, sitting by the warm fire, watching the blood flowers slowly fall outside the window, when the sky is clear, in the breeze Taking a nap under the shuttered window, the harvest season, and watching the wild golden ears of grain are all things that make me very happy.”

"No matter how many times, I never get tired of it."

The girl opened her arms, jogged in small steps, then jumped down from the hill, slowly floated up with the wind, and floated side by side with the ghost lady in the air.

"There are indeed some unsatisfactory things in life, there are many difficult and painful things, but this does not prevent me from having these beautiful dreams."

"It is these beautiful things waiting for me ahead that I am willing to endure and work hard to get through these difficult years."

"One step, one more step, and the road opens up."

Isegrine looked at the silver

The young girl asked, "Has Loren ever been confused and difficult?"

"Yes, it has been going on for a long time. The whole person is like a mouse in the ground, low self-esteem and insignificant, for fear of being seen."

"I can't tell at all. If Lorraine is a mouse, it's also the kind of cute hamster that is fat and white." Isegrin's mood gradually became cheerful and relaxed.

After unraveling the knot and gradually letting go, Ise Gelin no longer bothered too much about the unfamiliar past in her memory. The two flew freely in the sky, exploring the forest and mountains under the moonlight, until the warm sun came out from the east again. rising.

The warm sunshine fell on the world, and the flying two finally landed on the edge of a quiet lake, just outside the ice flame hive.

"Then, let's start from here."

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Three days later, with the help of Lorraine Hill, the Gladiolus, which was originally born in the hills, was moved to the edge of the lake.

The lake water in the deep mountains is clear and cold, and the crystal clear coffin slowly falls from the lake surface, and then slowly sinks to the bottom of the lake.

The water was rippling, and the sleeping girl was peaceful. The two people on the lake looked at the coffin in the lake light, slowly floated up, and fell back to the shore.

"Just put it underwater?" Roland Hill asked.

"Well, every time I see it, it's like looking in a mirror."

"The me in the mirror has fallen asleep, and the me on this side should take a warning, no longer blindly follow other people's words, but live my own life."

"What do you want to do now?"

"Yes, I want the glaucoma to bloom and create my favorite garden." The ghost girl said so, her illusory body showing its true beauty in the sun.