She had gotten... a vision before Doomsday.
Although I don’t know if there will be another body. If not, this will be my last life.
But she is very happy.
…
She is already gray-haired and has lived a happy life.
…
After a few more days, Su Mingan felt that his body was no longer useful.
"I'm going back to the Holy City and changing my body. You wait for me to come back and we'll go to Jiuyou." Su Mingan pushed her under the peach tree and motioned for her to rest here.
She closed her eyes but held out her hand to him.
Although she couldn't see anything, the smile on her face was like that of a young girl. It was the vitality of her soul that could not be erased by any wrinkles.
"Can you... hold my hand?" She asked this for some reason.
He was stunned for a moment, then slowly held her hand. The hand that once tightly held the snow of Chione was now full of pits and bulging blood vessels. He wanted to speak, but sadness blocked his throat.
She stood up slowly, like a skeleton about to fall apart, and then, with a steady pace, she walked around him and turned his wrist.
The simple preparatory dance steps made him understand instantly.
"The starlight dispels the most mysterious fog,
Tiptoe pirouette dance,
I vaguely heard someone crying..."
Just like the man responding to the woman back then, he also turned his wrist and walked slowly with her. Every dance step seemed to be a look back at the past hundred years and a sigh for the years.
She still looks like she danced decades ago, but she hasn’t aged at all.
Under the lights of Henggang City, she is holding a Hericium erinaceus biscuit in her mouth, she likes chocolate bars, and she is wearing a cat ear hat.
The moonlight on the sloop, the sound of the river, and the music played by tapping wooden boards.
The mottled swaying branches and leaves, ripples and long wind.
Her love, the years she cherished.
The frozen fragments in his eyes, her long time.
The sound of a jade flute came from somewhere, perhaps from the village's cowherd. The sound came through the peach blossoms, as if responding to the tranquility of the moment.
She danced very slowly and talked about her past.
…That was her past in Mingxi. She said the food in the cafeteria was better than in high school. The starry sky on the rooftop of the school dormitory was beautiful. For twelve years, she often sat there to look at the stars, imagining which one would be Zhai Xing.
... She also talked about how when she was in Minghui, Qinwang asked her to be his fiancée, but said it was a temporary solution and there was no need to get married. At that time, she didn't understand why Qinwang said that, but later she understood that he had already expected that he would not live to adulthood.
...Finally, let’s talk about Zhai Xing’s blue sky, white gulls, fields and long wind.
He could understand what she said, and saw the expression on her face, an unconscious... happy... free smile.
He also spoke slowly, talking about his past. He talked about the school gate that no one would come to pick him up, the pair of Nike shoes that he could never afford, the vegetarian pancakes that he dared not add eggs or sausage, and the four kilometers he walked to school to save money... Those were memories that he could never touch again.
He talked about the graduation dance. That was not the life she stole. She didn't need that beautiful dance dress. The spotlight was already hers.
Why can't the moonlight in the alley be a spotlight? Why can't the black cat beside the trash can be an elegant audience?
She listened with a happy smile on her face, but tears fell.
He wiped away the tears from her face. After wiping away some of them, the tears kept coming. His action seemed to exacerbate her silent pain.
Why are you crying?
We will meet again, right?
You said it yourself, we will meet again.
She leaned forward and gently touched his forehead, as people do when they swear. She said nothing, just repeated a few words:
"Reincarnation, old gods, life and death, life after life."
"Reincarnation, old gods, life and death, life after life..."
Like an incomplete prayer.
Time knocks on the door of our heart, and life will eventually fade away.
The gentle warmth and the falling petals settled together in the afternoon sun. The white-haired person's eyes were blurred, as if she had followed the spring light and drifted to the distant fields, streams, and Cangshan Mountains... Every petal of peach blossom seemed to carry a fragment of her long life.
She gazed through the mottled window lattice, gazing at the peach blossoms in the wind in the backyard, as if immersed in the past spring. The spring breeze blew gently, and the peach petals fell slowly in the blue sky and the earth.
It was as if she could hear the passage of time, the symphony of life. The still young black-haired young man looked back at her, his fingers running through her white hair.
Please dance with me before the fairy tale ends...
Let everything...restore itself after dawn.
When the dance ended, she fell into a deep sleep again.
The white-haired man under the peach tree looked extremely peaceful. Su Mingan looked back and headed for the Holy City.
…
The wild geese were flying high, and Jiang Yin was looking at the sunset outside the window.
When you get old, you really feel the limit of your lifespan. She could feel her limit... just in these two days.
Lying in bed, with backache and dying, she recalled that day countless times - the indifferent young man on the eaves, gazing at the clear and misty sky. She looked up and met his eyes... That glance became eternal.
There was a sound like a broken bellows in her chest. She closed her eyes, but felt that this was not going to work. She couldn't just wait to die in bed. She had to sit in front of the cloth shop... She had to wait for him.
She had waited for thousands of days and nights, but he hadn't come. But maybe tonight... he would come.
She struggled to get up, her face was in pain, she took her cane, stumbled out, hugged the portrait, and sat on the chair that had been there for decades. There were few pedestrians on the dark street, and there were no boats in the river at the door. She was the only one, listening to the increasingly faint voices until the night fell little by little.
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