Journey to Seek Past Reincarnations

Vol 5 Chapter 11: Cherry blossoms

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After that, everything went well. We recovered the Eastern Palace. Concubine Wen Che was naturally not mad. Because Yuji had a strong backstage, the Emperor Murakami did not execute her, but just abandoned her and expelled her from the palace.

Everything was solved... the task was successfully completed...

The day of parting...is coming...

It's time to tell the truth...

When I said everything about Bao Xian and Qing Ming, their reaction seemed to be quite different from what I thought.

"Actually, I have long suspected your identity." Bao Xian smiled.

"What? Since when?" I was taken aback.

"Since the last night of a hundred ghosts, how could an ordinary girl know clearly that it is a ghost."

"Sorry, I've been lying to you." I don't know what to say except to say sorry.

"So are you going back to the era you said next?" Bao Xian gently asked the cypress fan. Perhaps it is the relationship of Yin Yang teacher, seeing more spiritual things, so they still accepted my explanation.

"--Yes." Today's "yes" is hard to say.

I glanced at Qingming, he was still quiet, and said nothing.

Fine snow suddenly floated in the sky, falling down one after another. I stared at the snow like flying flowers, my heart was chaotic, unconsciously, I had been in this era for so long...

"I think I should leave..." I suddenly found it difficult to say anything today.

"Xuexue is difficult to gather, and the flying flowers are broken. In this case, we can't stop you." Bao Xian stood up, a trace of loss floated in his eyes, and he immediately recovered his smile, whispered, "To be honest , I really like your sister."

"I really want to have a brother like you." I watched him blurt.

He stared at me with a complex look in his eyes, and suddenly the corner of his mouth flicked up, knocking my head with his cypress fan.

"Ah, it hurts, you put such a heavy hand!" I quickly rubbed my head, really, I have to leave, not forgetting to bully me.

"This way you won't forget your brother. Oh hehehe." He smiled and walked to the door, stopped again, and whispered, "Sharo, take care."

When he walked out of the door, I seemed to hear him sigh.

Only Qingming and me were left in the room, and the surroundings were suffocating quietly. I seemed to hear only my heartbeat.

"Qingming, I..."

"Follow me after watching this snow and then go." Qing Ming suddenly interrupted my words.

"What?" I gave him a puzzled look.

He suddenly smiled at me, and the moment when the waves flowed, the misty haze between the brows was just like the cherry blossoms raining, the beauty was beautiful, but there was no trace of sadness.

He stood up and extended his hand to me, "Come." His voice was as clear as ice and snow.

I smiled and nodded, gently holding his hand. He took my hand and walked to the corridor in front of the house. "Is it cold?" He clenched my hand.

I shook my head, Qing Ming's hands were warm, and the feeling of being surrounded by warmth made people want to cry...

"The first snow this year came so early." He stared at Feixue and whispered.

"Well, see me off." As soon as I finished, Qingming's hands tightened a little.

Snow flew all over the sky, from time to time snowflakes flew into the corridor, fell on my face, and immediately turned into drops of water. Me and him, no one spoke anymore, just watched the snowflakes dance quietly.

I looked at Qingming sideways, his expression calm, his lips slightly pursed. What is Qingming thinking now? He was like a cloud in the sky, the wind in the bamboo forest, he felt his presence, but he could never touch it. In the future, who will hold his hand to enjoy the snow together? Who can really touch this floating cloud, this breeze?

Thinking of this, my heart faintly lost for a while...

The snow gradually started to get smaller. This snow seems to be coming to an end. Why can't it fall longer? It's just that no matter how long it goes, there will always be an end.

"Qingming, do you remember what I said?" I still couldn't help but break this silence, "You will definitely become the most powerful Yin-Yang teacher, but in the future, you will be the one who calls the wind and the rain."

"Breaking wind and rain..." He repeated lowly, "If I can, I just want to keep this snow all the time."

The feeling of crying hit my heart again.

I squeezed his hand, and he held my hand with all his strength, so tight that each of my knuckles hurt.

A few sparse snowflakes flew in and landed right on my cheeks, and the melting drops of water mixed with my tears and shed together...

"Sharo?" He lowered his head and called me softly.

"Snow flakes are on my face again." I said with a smile.

He smiled, slowly let go of my hand, reached out and wiped the drops of water for me, and whispered: "Sarlo, are you still-are you going?"

I nodded, and the corner of my mouth twitched into an upturned arc, Qingming, I want to smile and say to you-goodbye.

Calling Si Yin again, watching the crystal bracelet glowing dazzlingly, I raised my head and smiled at Qingming.

"Tongzi Maru, take care."

"Say that you shouldn't call that name."

"But it's cute."

"Sharo..."

Qingming suddenly thought of something, approached me, took my hair, and gently pulled the next one.

"What to do?" I asked puzzled.

The fox-like smile flashed in his eyes again, and he said softly, "Curse."

"Qingming, you won't hold a grudge, what a vicious human curse on me?"

"Sounds like a good idea."

"Qingming..." I laughed helplessly, he won't hurt me anyway.

I still want to say something, the crystal light has enveloped my whole body, and the familiar feeling of fire is sweeping. I'm leaving again, I can't laugh anymore, and say goodbye with a smile, it's really not so easy to do.

"Sharo..." I heard Qingming's lost voice faintly, and looked up at the snow. I don't know when to get down again. The person standing in the thin snow seems to be intertwined with it. The snowflakes fell on his shoulders and sleeves, and the smile had long since disappeared, leaving only a sad face.

It turns out that people who can't laugh and say goodbye...not just me...

Once again, I returned to this familiar teahouse called past and present.

"Xiaoyin, wake up." Si Yin's voice was surprisingly soft.

I opened my eyes in disbelief and whispered, "Master."

"Xiaoyin, are you okay?" Si Yin gently lifted me.

I lowered my head and smiled, "Master, I seem to have a beautiful dream."

"dream?"

"Well, it's a beautiful and beautiful dream." I smiled. In that dream, there was a prosperous and prosperous world, there were all kinds of ghosts, all kinds of colorful cherry blossoms, and the colorful cherry blossoms, and fireflies flying on the lake in the summer night. There are red leaves hunting like colorful butterflies, flying snow and winter with sadness, and teenagers who are as uncertain as laughter like the sunset...

That is, a most beautiful dream.

"Master, I'm so tired, can you please rely on me." I whispered.

Si Yin took me gently into his arms. He had a faint smell of cologne, not the scent of the early spring plum, nor the fragrance of the frozen lake. I put my head on his shoulder and nothing. I wish to think again.

It was the most beautiful dream, but-no matter how beautiful the dream is, there are also times when the dream wakes up.

"Go for a bath first, and I will cook in person after dinner." Si Yin said, touching my hair.

what? Cook in person? I heard it right. I raised my head in amazement, and Si Yin's cooking was no different from a fantasy.

"what happened?"

"Master, what do you cook-won't you eat the dead?" I asked in a low voice.

"Go wash." Si Yin's purple eyes flashed a bit of depression.

"I want to see the birds first."

"Go."

Asuka still lay there quietly, and I stroked his face, but I was a little bit more puzzled. Since the Asuka accident, Master seems to have been more gentle to me than before. Why?

The next day, the reincarnation of Yu Ji, Lin Yue, a white-collar beauty, came to the teahouse.

Si Yin told her the entanglement between her previous life and Princess Wen Che one by one, and she was so shocked that she could not speak at all. "I would have been such a vicious woman in my previous life?" She murmured constantly, and she couldn't believe it at all. "It's because of my children..."

"What about that female ghost?" she asked suddenly.

"Just here." Si Yin said lightly.

"Me, can I see her?" She seemed to struggle for a long time, saying this.

Si Yin looked at her and nodded. I saw that he read a few mantras, the white light flashed, and Wen Chefei, who had lifted the seal, appeared slowly in the white smoke. She glared at Lin Yue when she saw it, but she seemed to be afraid of the sound.

"Concubine Wen Che, your child is all right, everything starts again, and you don't want to be attached." I said softly.

She said sharply, "Don't think I'll give up."

"Concubine Wen Che, Dong Gong is very cute. When I held him, he was like a kitten." I smiled slightly. She was a little stunned, and there was a soft look on her face.

"I don't know that my previous life actually did such an excessive thing to you," Lin Yue murmured, and suddenly looked up, said, "I'm sorry, please let me say sorry for her."

The look on her face was even darker, and she said, "I'm sorry, but what's the use."

"I'm sorry it's useless, but everything has to look forward, don't be attached to your heart demons anymore, and your pain will never end in this way. Don't be so stupid again!" I couldn't help persuading.

"If you are reborn now, you may still be able to continue the relationship with him." Si Yin said lightly.

She shuddered and looked up sharply, saying: "Really?"

Si Yin looked at her indifferently and said, "Everything is destined, this heart always listens to the sky. Being a mother and son, although it is destiny, passing by is also destiny. It depends on your destiny."

She silently said for a while, "I should believe you, you are not an ordinary person, you..."

"Concubine Wen Che, go back to where you belong." Si Yin interrupted her.

She sighed and disappeared into a ray of red smoke.

When I watched Lin Yue's tears drop into the Wuliang bottle full of hope, the result disappointed me. Nothing happened in the bottle. It seems that I have to continue this journey when I don't know when it will end.

It has been more than ten days since I came back, but I couldn't sleep well every night, making it hard to fall asleep.

This night, as soon as I lay down on the bed, I started to count the lambs, one, two, three... Tonight, it seemed to have some effect, and few were counted. The drowsiness hit me, and I was drowsy. The ground closed his eyes.

I didn't know how long I slept. I opened my eyes and couldn't help but be surprised. Everything in front of me was so familiar: the vertical and horizontal streets, the cherry blossoms flying, the bullock cart panes coming and going with gold foil, and the colorful cuffs under the curtain. Ping An Jing, am I back?

No, no, haven't I just been in my bed? Dreaming, should it be dreaming?

I walked slowly on the street. The people around me couldn't seem to see me. I didn't know how long I walked. I walked to a strange mansion. The door of the mansion is very simple. The only striking thing is the pentagram on the door. Bellflower seal.

Bellflower seal, my heart was shocked, Qingming-Bellflower seal?

Is this...

I gently opened the door, the Yae Sakura in the courtyard was blooming, and the leaves were densely covered with light pink flowers. A man in a white kimono is holding a wine lamp and is lying on the cloister facing the courtyard, looking at the falling cherry blossoms with a leisurely expression.

My heart jumped suddenly, it was Qingming, and it was Qingming...

However, he seems to have matured a lot. Am I dreaming of Qingming more than ten years later?

Opposite him, sat a handsome man wearing two blue straight clothes, is the legendary Qingming source Boya?

Qingming, he can't see me. but--

I saw his free smile in the corner of his eyebrows.

I saw that his humorous smile was just like yesterday.

"Boya, today you seem to mention Miss Fujiko many times.

"Me, do you? But Miss Fujiko..."

"Boya, you got a spell."

"Is this also a curse?"

"The subtlety between men and women can be considered a curse."

"Qingming, you are about to start talking about your spell again, but Qingming, have you never been caught in that spell?"

Qingming paused for a while, drinking again.

"Maybe."

"But no matter what kind of spell, can it be lifted?"

"Maybe."

I watched them quietly on the side, the cherry blossoms were like rain, and Qingming was still the floating cloud and the breeze. How can a person flying freely like Qingming have an incurable spell?

Until Boya left, it was getting dark, and my dream was still awake.

"Master, take a break early." A woman's voice whispered. I looked at the woman who came out in surprise. Is it so similar to me? Is it Qingming's god?

Qingming glanced at her gently, nodded, and gently waved her hand. The woman immediately disappeared, turned into a strand of hair, and fell into Qingming's hands.

"Charlotte..." He whispered and smiled lightly, "Actually-I also have an incurable spell."

That hairline, was it the last time I left... I was so excited that I couldn't hold back anymore, trying to hold his sleeve, but I couldn't touch it.

"Qingming, I am here, I am here..." I tried desperately to speak, but couldn't make a sound at all.

He seemed to feel something, and raised his head violently, then shook his head again and smiled gently.

"Qing Ming!" I just took a step, and suddenly my body was pulled back by a strong force, and in a daze, I heard the clear and clear voice of Qing Ming: "Whether the moon is past, the spring is not the spring. The body has not changed, it is still the old body."

When I opened my eyes again, I was still on the bed-the sun was shining outside the window. Sure enough, it was a dream.

"Xiaoyin, can't you get up?" Si Yin pushed the door in and walked to my bed.

"Master, I have a dream..."

"Dream? What dream?" His gaze swept over the top of my head, and suddenly reached out what he took from my hair, and said, "What's on my hair?"

I looked slowly. In his palm was a piece of light pink octagonal cherry petals.

Suddenly... I want to cry again...

The moon and the moon,

Spring is not past spring.

This body has not changed,

Still in the past.

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