At first, I didn't quite understand it, but later it became a good form of entertainment after get off work.
Some people want to try, but they give up after a short time.
This young man is the only one who has persisted since he arrived here.
Nobody knows what he's persisting in.
After finishing his meal, the young man quietly washed the bowl.
Then, while there was still some time left.
He walked over to the spilled cement bags, scooped out a few handfuls, and put them in his pocket. Regarding his actions...
The boss knows it too.
They seemed to understand each other's thoughts and did not try to stop it.
The young man walked toward the familiar open space, the roadside weeds seeming to reflect his loneliness.
Ten years have passed. Does the promise we made back then still stand...?
"And where are they now...?"
He stopped, felt the wind, closed his eyes slightly, and slowly put his hands into his pockets, grasping the cement inside.
Scenes from the past flashed through my mind—the beautiful, the joyful, the free—one by one.
Even the music that was familiar back then felt so familiar.
music?
The young man opened his eyes, somewhat bewildered.
I've been practicing here for so long, and the music has been swirling in my mind, but it seems especially vivid today, as if it's right next to my ears.
Although the rhythm of tU vivi nellaria's music is already engraved in the DNA, the sound is just too real.
"Tenzo, what are you still standing there daydreaming for?"
The young man named Tianzuo trembled violently and quickly turned around to look behind him.
Leng Shao and Xue Yao, carrying the speaker, were looking at him with smiles.
"I've prepared all the music for you. Are you sure you don't want to show off your dance moves? You know, back in the day, you were the invincible Tensuke..."
"Young Master Leng..."
Tianzuo's eyes immediately reddened. He had been expressionless the whole time, but when he suddenly saw Leng Shao and Xue Yao appear in front of him, he couldn't control his emotions at all.
"It's me, I'm back."
The two drew closer and embraced tightly.
"Young Master Leng, are you here to pick me up? Do you still remember what you said back then?"
Leng Shao hugged Tian Zuo tightly and laughed, "I remember, of course I remember. The ten-year promise, the return of love, now is the time to fulfill the promise."
"Tenza, come back. I need you. This time... there's plenty of cement."
[...]
"Sir, is the pressure alright?"
"Hey pretty lady, you're not very strong. I'm not afraid of pain, you can hit me harder."
Inside the hair salon, a customer was enjoying a shampoo with her eyes closed when a woman in a uniform slightly increased the pressure.
But even with that level of effort, the customer didn't seem satisfied.
We need to make her increase the size even more.
The woman didn't speak and continued her work.
While massaging a customer's head, her gaze drifted to a poster placed on the ground beside her.
That's a poster of the old "Funeral Love Family" (a popular online community for those who love the dead).
Come to think of it, it's been ten years already.
Time... flies by so fast.
The woman seemed lost in thought, her gaze lingering on something.
Do they still remember their ten-year promise?
Perhaps, they've already forgotten.
After all, this era is no longer suitable for the old-fashioned practice of "burying love."
Even if you love it all the time, you still can't get the world's approval.
Especially that man...
The woman wrapped a towel for the customer and then sat at the shop entrance, waiting for the next customer to get their hair washed.
Lost in thought, she suddenly heard a familiar melody.
tU vivi nellaria, as if it had awakened something.
The woman immediately stood up and looked in the direction of the sound.
She saw the three long-lost friends standing in a row, smiling at her.
"Gui Ji, it's been a long time."
"Young Master Leng..."
"I've come to fulfill the ten-year promise we made back then."
As soon as Leng Shao put down the speaker, the woman named Gui Ji covered her mouth with her hand and couldn't help but shed tears.
Leng Shao smiled and said, "Sorry to have kept you waiting."
Gui Ji shook her head and then said, "If you are always here, I will always love you. I don't want to hug anyone else, because there is no heartbeat like yours there."
That's all.
Gui Ji hugged Leng Shao tightly, feeling his heartbeat.
[...]
At the entrance of the village.
The father and son sat there leading a donkey.
The child stared at the hardened cement across the way, his innocent face filled with confusion.
"Dad, why is there cement there?"
"Is that place unsuitable for building a house?"
The father looked up, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, and slowly said, "That cement wasn't for building houses. It holds memories of two generations; it's a symbol."
What does it symbolize?
"A symbol of nobility."
noble?
The child, not understanding, picked up a blade of grass and teased the little donkey next to him.
Yes, nobles.
Looking back, the cement remains, but the red-haired monster is nowhere to be seen.
My father has many memories.
It's as if a scene from the past is playing out before my eyes: a group of people dressed in red, blue, and yellow are splashing cement, releasing their unruly freedom.
Unfortunately, such a scene can no longer be witnessed.
After all, ten years have passed, and the "Funeral of Love" is no more.
Who will remember the promise we made back then?
Ten years isn't a long time, but who can persevere for ten years...?
The father, filled with emotion, recounted the events of yesteryear to his child, while the little donkey quietly grazed nearby.
A tricycle passed by, attracting their attention.
Four people jumped off the tricycle.
A familiar hairstyle, and a stylish yet not aristocratic outfit.
The father's gaze froze for a moment.
I want to say something, but I don't know how to say it.
The snow demon had dyed her hair yellow, carried a bag of cement, and had an arrogant demeanor.
Tianzuo swings the iron chain, his shoes scraping the ground, feeling the past.
Gui Ji tossed her hair and looked at the person in front of her with admiration.
Leng Shao slowly put down the speaker, glanced at the father and son, and smiled slightly.
Then turn on the music from the speaker.
Music belonging to the nobility suddenly resounded at the village entrance.
Under the shocked gazes of the father and son, the snow demon scattered the cement, which flew everywhere.
Tenzo glides along with his ghost dance moves, as if he had returned to his former glory when no one could rival him.
Gui Ji was in charge of the backup dancers. Even though she hadn't danced in a long time, she wouldn't forget the memories in her DNA.
Leng Shao looked up at the sky, enjoying the gentle breeze.
He muttered to himself.
People grow old, flowers fade, but the burial of love will last forever.
"The sea may dry up, the rocks may crumble, but the spirit of burying love will never fade."
"Flowers never bloom again, and people never have their youth; only love remains."
"The funeral of love takes center stage, reshuffling the trends!"
"Invincible!"
The father, standing to the side, was stunned.
I never imagined that the vanished "Funeral of Love" would reappear, with its carcinogenic cement and this chaotic dance of gods and demons.
It also exudes a strong aristocratic aura.
Everything felt so familiar.
They're back, they're all back.
It wasn't just him.
The old man driving the tricycle lit a cigarette with a sigh.
"Before me lies the ends of the earth, behind me lies the bustling world. Go forth, romantic love, and let it flow freely."
After saying this, the uncle tilted his head back at a 45-degree angle, looked up at the sky, took a deep drag of his cigarette, which carried the word "loneliness," and a tear fell from his eye.
That tear seemed to commemorate his turbulent past.
The father was mesmerized.
The little boy was also confused.
The little donkey in front of me stopped eating grass, as if the music had some kind of magic.
According to follow-up reports about the father and son.
My father said, “When I heard this tune, I was feeding the donkey. The donkey stopped chewing when it heard the tune, and I put down the grass I was holding. The donkey and I stared at each other for a few seconds. From its eyes, I could tell that it wanted to ride me onto the highway.”
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