Red snow

In several rounds of reincarnation, I just want to wait for Jun to sigh. --Inscription

On a summer night, the stars are a little bit, and occasionally the coolness of the wind is chilling.

I sit in the court with my legs and enjoy this beautiful summer night quietly. The wind picked up my hair and stuck it on my face, itching. Gradually, I fell asleep in this wonderful realm.

After that, I made a long dream and dreamed of the ancient times I yearn for.

It is a forest without people. Snow is falling, and the white snow covers the forest. The snow on the branches fell from the tree from time to time.

A man and a woman stood in the snow, their eyes were cold and the cold was pressing.

The woman in the dream, wearing a white robe skirt, a ribbon wrapped around her waist and arms. The fascinating smile of the corner of the mouth, the soul of the soul. There is a white sword in the hand of Saitama.

The man is three meters away from him. The peerless face is comparable to the fairy in the sky, perfect impeccable, like the fairy tales of the son-in-law. He was dressed in a light blue gorgeous brocade, and a raft of three thousand silver hair. He also has a long sword in his hand. It can be seen that the sword in the man's hand is the same as the sword in the woman's hand.

The two have been watching each other for a long time. For a while, the man raised his long sword and pointed at the woman's chest, but it was a long time to stab. The woman looked at his slightly sad scorpion and smiled disdainfully. That kind of laughter is a bit bitter, very low, very shallow, almost invisible.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, falling on the eyebrows of the two people, and the more piles on the hair. The two people are still like a statue, motionless, no one cares about the thick snow.

"Being kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself." The crisp and soft voice slowly sounded and slowly fell. With the snow blowing the woman's ink-like hair, the snow and the hair are entwined, which makes the man more proud and unpredictable.

"It seems that non-death is impossible." The man whispered thin lips, but the words were awkward and the tone was very soft.

"Oh," the woman’s voice is like a voyage from a distant country. The wind blew her white robe, and from a distance she looked like a beautiful, proud white butterfly.

The laughter did not fall, and the man pierced the sword straight into the woman's heart.

The woman looked at the long sword that was stabbed into the heart. She licked her heart with her white hand, and her blood stained her hand and the white robe. The woman looked up at the man's peerless face, full of surprise and despair in her eyes. She really didn't think he would treat her like that; but she thought again because it was their destiny. Even if she knew that her heart was broken at that moment.

For a long time, she slowly opened her mouth and said, "You still started, it seems..." He talked a little hard, but his facial expression was still as static. After all, I was hurt. If I didn’t finish it, she fell down and fell.

He looked at her who had fallen, and immediately stood up and caught her.

"Why don't you hide." The man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth for the woman. A drop of turbid tears hit the woman's face, and spent her light makeup, which can be a peerless peer.

The woman looked at his self-blame and anxious look and smiled. That kind of laugh is relieved.

"Cool, if we live in an ordinary family, that would be great. We must be together in the next life. No longer the red dust." The man hugged her tightly, attached to her ear and said softly .

The woman wiped her tears for him, and said with a hoarse voice, "That, goodbye in the next life. Hope, hope you can, remember me." After that, I saw the woman's hand hang down, closed her eyes, and lost consciousness. The smile that hangs in the corner of his mouth is as beautiful as it is fixed.

The white snow, stained with his bright blood, was blown up and filled the sky, like a gorgeous parting funeral.

Second day: Han Yue