Chapter 588 The Fisherwoman Who Waits for a Long Time
Safir Manor is the ancestral property of the Song family and also the place where they made their fortune.
Therefore, this ancient castle that has existed for hundreds of years is still preserved in Black Gold City.
However, due to the wars in recent years, the Song family also moved to the New World Mechanical City in the western wilderness. The manor changed hands several times and suffered a lot of damage. After repairs, there were some changes.
Ji Xun, wearing a straight white suit, walked slowly into the manor.
The breeze blew on his face, causing slight ripples on the green grass, and birds chirped on the branches.
The manor is roughly the same as it was a hundred years ago, with high white walls, fountains and exquisitely built gardens. Everything is familiar.
The difference is that the Gothic-style spire house in the distance now hangs the church logo of the Silver Moon Sect.
This is now a cathedral of the Silver Moon Church. From time to time, nuns in black and white robes can be seen coming and going in the manor, as well as devout believers.
Ji Xun did not take the main road, but walked along the gravel slabs towards the back of the manor.
Step by step, everything in the memory is so clear.
Turning around a forest, I saw the small auditorium with a white roof and colored glass in my memory.
But no one took care of it, and it was abandoned.
The glass of the auditorium had been smashed, and the white paint on the wall was mottled everywhere.
Ji Xun looked at it with his eyes slightly blurred. When he stopped, a faint flower fragrance floated in the air.
This season is the flowering season.
At this glance, the walls outside the auditorium are full of roses of various colors in full bloom.
Among the lush green leaves, roses are blooming in full bloom, pink, light purple, and white. Intertwined together.
The colorful colors in front of me became clear for a while.
The breeze blew, and the roses swayed gently, light and soft.
It was exactly the same scene in my memory.
Ji Xun looked at it, and the picture reflected in his eyes overlapped with the traces in his memory.
The corners of his mouth suddenly raised an arc, and he murmured to himself: "I haven't been back for a long time."
After standing there for a long time, Ji Xun seemed to remember something, took out the black and white photo, held it in front of his eyes, and gestured for the location.
After a while, the picture in the photo overlapped with the small auditorium in the background.
In an instant, it seemed that the wonderful time of a hundred years ago appeared in front of his eyes.
In the photo, the corners of the young man's mouth were slightly raised, and he was heroic;
And the girl in the floral skirt was holding the skirt girl, and her pretty face facing the camera was filled with a happy and bright smile.
Youth is in full bloom, it is the most beautiful age.
The roses are still blooming, and they also freeze the most beautiful smile in this photo.
Ji Xun had a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were flashing with thousands of melancholy, and he said to himself: "Miss Yu, I'm back."
I am still the same as before.
But that girl is no longer there.
Looking at the two bright smiling faces in the photo, Ji Xun's mind instantly recalled what Song Yu said.
Death is not the loss of life, she is just frozen in time.
At this moment, it seems that there is some realization in my heart.
Unconsciously, time and space have a slight ripple.
The small auditorium is dilapidated. The lush roses on the white walls bloom season after season, but there is no trace of a hundred years ago.
Ji Xun walked around under the roses, without stopping for long, and walked all the way to the forest area behind the manor, where there is a black fir forest as high as 100 meters.
A hundred years have passed, and the fir trees here are much thicker than in my memory. There are old stumps that have decayed and died, and some newly grown small trees.
No one takes care of it, and it is more quiet here than a hundred years ago.
Ji Xun walked in and soon found the huge black fir tree that was a whole circle thicker than in his memory in the depths of the dense forest.
Looking up, there is a tree house like a bird's nest in the crown of the fir tree.
Song Yu had lived in this tree house for the last few years before his death. The appearance was not much different from what he remembered.
Ji Xun jumped up and landed easily on the tree house platform several dozen meters high.
Probably because no one had cleaned it for a long time, the template was wet and moss had spread on the tree trunk.
Ji Xun saw the door in front of him and remembered the scene when he first came to the tree house. In a trance, he heard a warm voice beside his ear saying, "Welcome, Mr. Ji Xun. Please come in~"
It was as if the girl had been waiting for him in this tree house.
Knowing that one day, he would definitely come back.
For some reason, Ji Xun's eyebrows stretched inexplicably, and he responded to the empty house: "Well, I'm back."
Pushing open the door, a rotten smell hit him in the face.
When I came in just now, I found that the window glass was broken. This place has been robbed by thieves.
Entering the house, it was indeed the case.
In the dim light, the visible tree house was in a mess.
All the valuable things that could be seen had been moved away, and even the pipes on the wall had been dismantled and were in a mess.
Empty.
Fortunately, it was the house in my memory, still the same house.
Like a tombstone of time, it only left a thought.
Ji Xun already felt very satisfied.
He walked into the room, gently stroked the wall with his hand, and a sense of familiarity arose in his heart.
In his memory, there should have been a beautiful crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the tree house, several exquisite oil paintings on the wall, a black grand piano in the corner, and a small fireplace.
Now the things are gone.
The memory is still there.
There are so many wonderful memories left here.
The room was not big, but Ji Xun looked at it for a long time, caressing everything in the room inch by inch.
I don’t know how long it took.
He then went up the stairs to the attic on the second floor.
This was once the highest point in the woods, with a wide view. Standing by the window, you could overlook the entire manor.
But now the trees have grown much taller again, and the view is obscured by the dense canopy.
Without people, the terrace became Skylark’s home.
The arrival of a human does not alarm the lark in the nest.
Ji Xun looked inexplicably familiar, and he didn't know if he was the descendant of the skylark he had seen a hundred years ago.
Thinking of something, he dug out a pile of letters and pulled out one of them.
It read: "Some interesting things happened today. Do you remember the bird's nest outside the window sill of the tree house? Haha, today I found that the skylark I fed last year came back and brought its mate."
Ji Xun looked at it, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
He sat on the floor and took out the letters and read them.
"Mr. Chaoyang, I know clearly that we may not see each other again for a long, long time. But I am still afraid that you will suddenly come back one day, and I will not be there, missing you. So I have been in the tree house these days. In case I open the door and see you You will be very surprised."
Song Yu spent a long one hundred years in this bookstore.
Year after year of waiting, letter after letter written.
Not waiting for a reply, the girl was still waiting stupidly.
"Chaoyang, do you know that every year when the roses are in full bloom, I will go back to the manor and stand under the flower wall of the small auditorium, thinking that we have taken pictures here."
"It's been ten years, Chaoyang, where are you?"
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"This is the fifteenth year since we were separated. Oh, although I don't want to tell you, I recently got a serious illness. It's very bad. I'm afraid I won't be able to see you."
"Chaoyang, time flies so fast. I have been waiting for fifty years and still haven't heard from you. The passage of time has made me forget too many things. I am afraid that one day I will forget you too, but I I can’t bear to leave you. Even if I forget everything, I still don’t want to forget you.”
"Obviously I thought we were separated not long ago, but before I knew it, it had been sixty years. The second half of my life is like a reflection of time. It often reminds me of my youth. Even though the years have changed, I still feel that it was The happiest days of my life."
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As he looked at it, Ji Xun's eyes were slightly moist, and his handwriting was blurred unconsciously.
It seemed as if I saw a girl leaning on the table, holding a pen, writing down every bit of her life over the years, hoping to send it to "Mr. Chaoyang" who didn't know if he would receive the letter.
I have obviously read the letter many times,
But Ji Xun still read word by word with great anticipation.
As I read, I muttered "silly girl" from time to time.
The grievances, sadness, longing and passionate love in the words have turned into real pictures in Ji Xun's eyes now.
Time has not caused those beautiful pictures to be lost in memory, but has become more and more mellow.
After reading each letter, it felt like I had spent a hundred years with the foolishly waiting Miss Yu.
Ji Xun's soft eyes were as warm as the spring breeze and shone with deep lovesickness.
As I looked at it, I saw a thick stack of letters piled up in my hand.
He didn't realize it himself, but the law of time in the room was as thick as water waves.
Ji Xun opened the last letter and read the last farewell letter Song Yu wrote to himself at the end of his life.
"I don't leave these letters to make you sad. I just want to know that because of your appearance in my life, I have been very happy and have no regrets. What's more, I want to tell you that when I write letters, I often feel You are by my side. And when you read these letters, do you also feel that I am by your side? Hahaha, then we will be together for a lifetime, but from now on, we will be alone. .
Ji Xun looked at Xiujuan's handwriting on the letter paper, his eyes always filled with tenderness, which turned into a meaningful smile.
It was as if he was looking at the girl smiling brightly at him.
Time is really magical. Even if it is a hundred years apart, reading these letters seems to have really spent a long and short life with her.
Life is long, and a hundred years of lovesickness have been waiting year after year;
Life is short, and it seems that I can finish writing this stack of letters in a lifetime.
Unknowingly, Ji Xun had gone from being a small third-level card master to reaching the ninth level, the pinnacle of human transcendence, in a blink of an eye.
Looking back again, countless scenes in my memory flashed by as fast as a thought.
Ji Xun came into contact with the ultimate secret of the extraordinary. At this moment, the laws of the universe were extremely clear in his eyes, "Is this the secret of time? It's really amazing."
This moment is reflected in a letter.
Letters are the carrier of time and the evidence of their existence.
He was in an indescribable mood.
Memories flowed out like a tide, and those pictures gradually changed from illusion to a scene that seemed like a dream, where reality and fantasy could not be distinguished.
Unconsciously, enlightenment flashed frequently: "You have touched the mystery of the law of time in your enlightenment, proficiency +"
“Is time relative?”
Immersed in the state of wandering in the long river of time, Ji Xun instinctively recalled the words of the witch Lanlingst in his mind.
I couldn't understand it accurately before, but now it was like a needle piercing the shackles of a balloon, giving my thoughts a sudden enlightenment.
At this moment, he seemed to be in a state without the flow of time.
He sat on the floor, his figure sitting there like the handwriting engraved on the letter paper, as if it was just written yesterday, and as if a hundred years had passed.
It was as if his memory had become a book, and for the first time, he flipped through the book as an "observer".
The mystery of time was revealed in front of him.
Ji Xun didn't notice that the [Super Time and Space Stamp] on the envelope was shining.
As he was thinking, he suddenly heard the "woohoo" sound of a train whistle outside the window of the cabin.
Ji Xun woke up.
He tilted his head and saw that the [Bazix's Netherworld Train] that he had taken in the ruins of Xia Mucheng came from the void and stopped next to the cabin, as if waiting for passengers to get on board.
Ji Xun understood something at once.
He put away the letter, got up and walked over.
He understood that stamps were also tickets.
The conductor was waiting by the train.
Ji Xun walked over, took out the stamps, and boarded the train smoothly.
The door closed, the whistle sounded, and the train started moving slowly again.
The lights in the carriage were orange, giving people a warm feeling.
The familiar scene as always.
There were no other passengers in the carriage except Ji Xun.
As the Netherworld Train was moving faster and faster, the scenery outside the window flashed by quickly, and finally turned into a blur of time and space distortion.
Not long after, the conductor walked into the carriage.
The conductor, whose appearance had been unclear before, finally became clear at this moment, and turned into a postman wearing a green wide-brimmed hat.
Just like Xia Mucheng's ride, the conductor took out a huge enamel teapot, and then took out a cup and poured a cup of fragrant light yellow tea.
Ji Xun looked at the ordinary face of the middle-aged man with a big beard and nodded, "Thank you."
The conductor nodded in response and asked, "Sir, where are you going?"
Where to?
Ji Xun really hadn't thought about it, and he got on the train as soon as he thought of it.
After a moment of hesitation, he responded, "I'm going to the place in the photo."
He wanted to go to time and see the girl.
The conductor glanced at it, "Well. I'll call you when we get to the station."
The last time he took this [Bazix's Netherworld Train], Ji Xun was still at the second level.
At that time, he looked at everything on the train full of mystery.
And now, when Ji Xun looked at the train again, he already understood that this was the manifestation of the law of time.
At this time, he also understood more deeply that some things can only be understood when you reach a certain level.
The scenery outside the window has been completely blurred, that is the distorted form of time.
It feels like the speed of turning pages of a book is so fast that there are overlapping phantoms in the eyes.
When time was almost there, it seemed to slow down again, and then began to flow backwards strangely.
Ji Xun was still in the perspective of an "observer", looking at the book of time, and was turned back.
This was a train that took an unknown amount of time.
Ji Xun didn't know how long he had been on the train.
It seemed that the concept of time had been lost here.
Even in Ji Xun's current state, he had a sense of being lost in time.
He knew that this state of uncontrolled thoughts was a sign of distortion.
He didn't continue to peek out of the window at the scene that he still couldn't see clearly in his current state.
Standing up, Ji Xun walked a few steps in the carriage, carefully observing every corner of the carriage.
I didn't see it wrong when I got on the train just now. This was carriage 002.
Ji Xun walked towards the front of the train and came to the partition door of the compartment.
Through the glass, he saw a dark black coffin in carriage 001.
"Sure enough"
Ji Xun was not surprised.
He had seen such coffins before on the [Neon] train.
This is the fourth coffin, about the mystery of time.
Emperor Lanlingster engraved it on the stone tablet, saying that it is the key to the promotion of the [JOKER] sequence.
Flesh, soul, time, space. The four coffins have four functions respectively.
Ji Xun didn't know how to use these four coffins, and he was lost in thought for a while.
And he had a magical feeling that his realm was far from the height of being able to comprehend the mystery of the law of time.
However, the mysterious cultivation method of "My Heart is the Universe" seemed to be able to accommodate everything, and thoughts seemed to be faster and more boundless than time.
Unconsciously.
The Netherworld Train slowed down and then stopped.
The conductor reminded: "Sir, we have arrived."
Ji Xun picked up the hat on the table, "Thank you."
Then he got off the train.
"Still in the manor?"
Ji Xun also felt it was magical.
The place where he got off was still the tree house where he got on the train.
But the library was no longer the dilapidated scene before.
It was the warm and romantic girl's boudoir in my memory.
Everything in the room was exactly the same as in my memory, the piano, the murals, the crystal chandelier, and the white bed.
Looking down from the attic, you can just see the brightly lit Safir Manor and most of the Black Gold City.
"I traveled back to a hundred years ago again?"
Ji Xun was a little unsure of what state he was in now.
It seemed different from the last time. He did not feel the feeling of being excluded by time and space.
But looking at the decorations in the tree house, this was the scene a hundred years ago.
The height of the black fir tree was also the same as a hundred years ago.
"Which year was it? Did 'I' come at that time? Could I meet another 'I'?"
Countless thoughts flashed through Ji Xun's mind. The law of time was so complicated at this moment that it made his thoughts as confusing as a tangled mess.
He did not think much about it. After walking around the tree house, he jumped off the black fir.
Walking along the gravel path, he came to the small auditorium with stained glass.
It was exactly the same as in his memory. On the white walls, roses competed for beauty.
Just as he was thinking, a "click" sounded, and the white light of magnesium flashed.
A group of newlyweds in formal wear walked out of the auditorium, and the cameraman behind them was taking pictures with a camera.
When Ji Xun saw the couple who had appeared in his memory, he suddenly knew what timeline it was, and his eyes were inexplicably expectant.
As expected.
Not long after waiting, he saw a young man in a white suit and a cheerful girl in a floral dress walking towards the auditorium hand in hand.
"When I was a child, I thought the haystacks in this garden were too high, like a maze, and I would get lost if I walked in."
"Is this swan fountain ugly? Hahaha, it looks fat and stupid."
"Let's go to the small auditorium, which I think is the most beautiful place in the manor."
"This manor was once the residence of a duke of the Oran Dynasty. It used to have a nice name, called "Saifir Manor". Saifir means rose."
"There used to be many roses in the manor, but the adults said that the roses were not precious enough, so they dug up a lot of them over the years and planted some other precious varieties."
The girl seemed to be very talkative, chatting happily while walking.
Suddenly, the girl in the floral dress exclaimed: "Wow~ Someone is taking pictures~"
As she said that, she looked at the man next to her with expectation and asked: "Ji Xun, do you want to take a picture together?"
The young man in a suit agreed happily: "Okay."
As they said that, they walked to the front of the small auditorium and looked at the camera.
The girl took the young man's hand and smiled, showing two rows of neat white teeth.
"Click!"
The shutter was pressed, and the picture was frozen there.
Ji Xun looked at the picture in front of him, and saw the silly girl in his memory appear in front of him again. He felt his eyes moisten slightly and murmured to himself: "I'm here to see you, Miss Yu"
Last time, he traveled through time with stamps, as if someone had scribbled and changed the original content in the book.
This time, Ji Xun looked through the book called time from the perspective of an observer.
He saw the girl in time, and at the same time he saw himself back then.
Two "selves" exist at the same time, and something seems to be contradictory.
At this moment, Ji Xun deeply understood the words of Witch Griffith: Time is relative.
The few people in front of the auditorium did not notice the existence of one more person here, and Ji Xun did not want to break that beauty.
Ji Xun had thought countless times about what he would do if he saw Miss Yu in time.
But now that he really came, he hesitated.
He wanted to give Miss Yu a little surprise and tell her that he was here.
But for some reason, it seemed that in the face of this beautiful story, changing a word would destroy the original beauty.
Doing nothing was already the most perfect attitude towards that beautiful time.
Ji Xun stood in front of the auditorium for a long time.
He did not make any moves until the person in front of him had left.
It seemed that looking at the beauty and happiness on Song Yu's face at this moment, he was already very satisfied.
Song Yu's beautiful wish before his death seemed to come to my ears: One day in the future, will you also be able to go back to the past and see me? Not the me now, but the eighteen-year-old me.
Ji Xun came as promised.
In time, I saw the most beautiful her.
Unconsciously, the flowers and trees around him seemed to be flying by time, with grass growing and flowers falling.
Ji Xun found that he had walked into the black fir forest and looked up to see the hut.
He heard sad sobbing.
Ji Xun's heart ached and he jumped up.
Only then did he see the girl with red eyes by the window, leaning over the table and writing a letter with a pen.
She tried hard to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes so that they would not wet the letter paper, but the crystal in her eyes still flowed down her pretty face.
Ji Xun saw the content that Song Yu was writing on the letter paper: "June 11, today is the third day since you left, Mr. Chaoyang. I'm sorry, I cried for a long time. Don't laugh at me. Then, I remembered that I still have the magical [stamp]~ I'm so looking forward to you receiving the letter."
As he wrote, he cried like a tearful man.
Ji Xun looked at Miss Yu who was sad because of missing him, and couldn't help but want to wipe the tears from her eyes.
He reached out his hand, not noticing the rapid changes in the surrounding environment. Spring went by, autumn came, and his vision withered and grew.
Time had passed quickly.
Ji Xun suddenly realized what this feeling was.
He changed history, and the power of time was strongly rejecting this behavior.
Song Yu in front of him also matured visibly with his actions. From an eighteen-year-old girl, she became a mature woman with a bit of competence and calmness between her eyebrows.
She is now the head of the Song family.
The content on the letter has also changed: "It's been ten years, Chaoyang, where are you? I'm very sad today. When I looked in the mirror, I found a wrinkle at the corner of my eye. If you don't come to see me, I'm afraid you will You don’t recognize me anymore. Even if you do, you’re still an old girl (*￣︿￣)”
The girl in front of me has been able to finish writing these contents calmly and calmly.
The words are still full of longing.
After Song Yu finished writing, he affixed the stamp with love and murmured to himself: "I don't know whether you received my letter or not, Mr. Chaoyang, I miss you so much."
This soliloquy finally moved Ji Xun's face as he looked out the window.
He wanted to reach out and hug the young lady who had been waiting for him for ten years.
However, he stopped again, fearing that his time would pass and he would never see the silly girl in front of him again.
Ji Xun just looked at it.
Song Yu, who was looking at the window, looked at the letter in a daze, sometimes smiling softly, sometimes mumbling to himself stupidly. At this moment, the loving expectation and longing appeared on that already slightly familiar face.
It was this scene that made the deep emotions written on the letters in Ji Xun's mind appear before his eyes.
He felt the grievance and longing that he had been waiting for.
Seeing Song Yu's expression immersed in beautiful expectations, Ji Xun had a surging thought in his heart. He thought about telling Song Yu that he was here.
But he couldn't speak.
The words seemed to be blocked in his throat by an indescribable force.
The law of time is like the bright moon in the water. When you catch it, it will slip away.
There was just a glass between the two of them. Ji Xun looked at her with admiration in his eyes, and all his thoughts finally turned into a murmur: "Miss Yu, I'm here to see you."
However, as soon as he said these words, he seemed to be aware of it.
Song Yu was suddenly startled, looked up at the window, and said in surprise: "Chaoyang."
But in the blink of an eye, looking out the empty window, the excitement that just appeared on his face dissipated in an instant.
Her face had aged a lot again, and silver frost had appeared on her temples.
The content on the letter paper changed again. Song Yu had already written countless letters without waiting for a reply: "Time flies faster and faster. Although I don't want to admit it, the fact is that aging has left its mark on my face. There are traces that cannot be erased. I always feel very weak after traveling far away. If you see it, remember to come see me as soon as possible. I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for you."
Ji Xun knew that she really heard it just now!
He once read in a certain book, which was a warning left by someone who understood the law of time: the auditory hallucinations you feel many times in life are actually your future self and your lover looking back and forth at you.
It turns out to be true!
At this moment, Ji Xun looked at Song Yu in front of him, and wanted to express all his thoughts.
But he was afraid that he would lose even these few beautiful things from his fingers.
Ji Xun just watched silently, looking at Song Yu in front of the window, feeling a complex emotion that he had never felt before in his heart.
However, that thought was so strong that Miss Yu in front of her seemed to have noticed something.
She does it again.
He raised his head and looked out the window in surprise as he had done countless times in the past few decades.
Then, looking at the empty windows, I became disappointed again.
Just looking at this lonely look, Ji Xun felt stronger than ever before and wanted to respond to her.
A magical scene happened.
Song Yu seemed to feel something and looked up at the window again. She had no sudden expectations, only the indifference that time had given her. The expression on the still beautiful face gradually changed from disappointment to a smile. She said to herself: "I know you have been here. You promised me that you would come to see me, and you will definitely come."
Ji Xun's eyes trembled when he heard this!
Before he could express anything, Song Yu continued: "I want to tell you, thank you for coming to see me in Time. You should have seen that I am already very happy now. Meeting you is the happiest moment in my life." things"
She talked about her happiness as if to comfort herself.
It is also like comforting the "unknown audience" outside the glass window.
Ji Xun listened silently.
Song Yu said a lot, many of which cannot be written on paper. She said she was very happy, but there was only longing between the lines.
Finally, she seemed to be tired and stopped.
She sealed the letter in the envelope, sealed it with a kiss, and said in the same tone as she had when she was a girl: "Looking forward to receiving a reply~"
At this moment, Ji Xun was speechless, "Miss Yu"
Song Yu looked at the window in front of him tenderly. At this moment, it was as if the two of them were looking at each other across time and space, and they really saw each other: "Well, if I mean if you come to see me and I don't see you, it must be like You can't say that like last time, right? I won't mind. I'm very happy that you're here, but if you really hear it, then please let us meet again."
At the end, the girl who had been waiting so hard for so many years said softly and silently: "I miss you."