si-mexico Chapter 367 So, stay as a kid for a few more years
Chapter 367 So, stay as a kid for a few more years
In the past, in Zhaixiacha’s understanding, “wish” was really a luxury.
He was very curious about where those people got their strange hopes from - anyway, when Xun Guinaqi asked him "what is your wish", his mind was blank. After thinking about it, this eloquent child finally squeezed out the three words "live" in a dry voice.
"In fact, it's a very boring wish, right?" Zhaixiacha grabbed the corner of the quilt, hiding the slight loss in the depths of his eyes, and said with self-mockery, "After all, for many people, this is a very common thing."
Even a burden.
Zhaixiacha added a sentence in his heart.
He didn't know why, but he could never forget the moment his father locked him and his seriously injured mother at home, and the look on his mother's face when he called him over when he went mad and smashed the locked door.
In fact, at that time, my mother's voice was already very soft, so soft that Zhaixiacha could not hear anything except the two words "Xiaocha".
But he inexplicably heard a sense of relief and light joy in his mother's voice.
He was sure that his mother's eyes had never been so bright, even though her pupils had begun to dilate.
Her eyes were like fine wine that had been buried underground for a long time. The day when it bloomed with brilliance would also mean that it was very close to disappearing.
In those eyes, there were clear and complex emotions, including love and guilt, and finally, as her anger faded away, what finally came to her eyes was relief and joy.
No hate.
From beginning to end, there was no hatred.
Some are grateful for losing their lives.
When he recalled this incident, his first reaction was not sadness, but horror.
so horrible.
“It’s a great wish.”
Xun Guinaqi stretched out her hand and pointed in the air. In an instant, thousands of lines flowed out from her fingertips, stretching and intertwining in the air without getting entangled together.
How to describe the appearance of these silk threads - they seem to have no color, because in Zhaixiacha's cognition, no color can describe the appearance of these silk threads. It seems to be colorless, but it seems to change into millions of colors in an instant. All the visual senses in the world that can be called "colors" flash at a fast speed and make up these silk threads.
"These threads are like people's destinies, some are tortuous, some are flat, some are long, some are short—"
As she spoke, Xun Guinaqi's fingertips moved slightly, ruffling a few threads:
"Like this, it's easy to ruffle or straighten it, but if you want to extend it--"
Some of the silk threads slowly extended along with Xun Guinaqi's slow and mysterious voice, but soon they dissipated at her fingertips:
"It'll be like this."
Zhaixiacha stared blankly - the magic of Liyue, even the lowest level of illusion, was enough to open the eyes of this child who had rarely stepped out of the room.
“So, wanting to live forever is a great wish.”
Zhaixiacha nodded as if he understood, and as he watched the silk thread gradually dissipating at Xunguinaqi's fingertips, his heart swelled inexplicably.
But, but——
Zhaixiacha couldn't help but reach out and grab the shortest, shortest silk thread that was about to disappear.
What if he must catch it?
Xun Guinaqi shook her head slightly.
It’s just a thread created by immortal power, how can it...!
Xun Guinaqi's pupils constricted - because the silk thread was indeed held in Zhai Xiacha's hand.
"..."
It was such a wonderful feeling, as if he had caught the wind blowing from the sea, from the mountains, from the grasslands, and from countless distant places. It seemed to have no real shape, but it was firmly held in his fingertips.
"...What did I catch?"
It's immortal power.
But Xun Guinaqi did not answer like that.
She smiled:
"It's a chance."
-
"If Xiaocha really became an immortal... maybe he can still drink tea and play chess with us a hundred years later."
The girl fell asleep holding the bamboo hat in her arms, and looked at the black fur with tenderness, then looked at the tea under the Zhai with a smile.
"Huh? You mean I still have to play with this little ghost a hundred years later?"
"Hey! I wasn't a brat anymore at that time!"
"What is that?" The wanderer sneered, "A big ghost?"
"You!" Zhaixiacha stood up suddenly, causing the pipes around him to tremble:
"Then you are the old ghost!"
Zhaixiacha seemed to still be unsatisfied and shouted angrily:
"Old ghost!!!"
"Oh, okay, okay, old ghost." The wanderer fed a slice of peeled orange to the girl and put the rest within Zhai Xia Cha's reach. He wrapped his free hand around Zhai Xia Cha's head and rubbed it hard, with a smile in his tone.
"In order to prevent me from becoming an old ghost too early, you should just stay a young ghost for a few more years."
"A few years is fine."
The girl looked at the two of them and pressed half of her face into the fur of the hat. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise, and her flesh was pulled to the corners of her eyes, and a crystal tear rolled down.
very nice.
Grow up.
Everyone has grown up.
Moreover, everyone has the right to be a child.
The wanderer turned his head and looked at the girl who had buried her entire face in the black cat fur.
The tacit understanding between people is very strange. He clearly didn't hear any sound, there was no cause and effect, and he didn't even see her expression, but the wanderer could be sure just by looking at her.
She is crying.
But she wasn't sad.
She...maybe very happy.
As he thought about it, he raised his hand and gently pressed it on the back of the girl's head.
"you can also......"
The wanderer's voice was low, and it was a rare moment of gentleness, hiding his edge:
“Always be a kid.”
"Always be a child."
Zhaixiacha shook his head:
“There are real kids here!”
"Pfft."
The girl smiled sullenly, raised her head and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, then looked at the two people who started bickering again with a smile. The bamboo hat in her arms made a comfortable "snoring" sound from her throat. Her ears trembled, and then she twisted her waist, rubbed her head into the girl's arms like a spoiled child, turned her soft belly in front of the girl, and fell asleep in the girl's arms like a cat.
The heavy rain that had lasted for the entire morning finally stopped. The sound of wind rustling through the leaves outside the window mixed with the sound of birds singing, and together with the sunlight, it passed through the clouds and glass and fell on the ground near the ward window.
What a normal day.
The girl lowered her head and scratched the belly of her bamboo hat.
good......
The scene in front of her eyes suddenly became blurred, and the noise in her ears seemed to be separated by a layer of water. They were all familiar voices, but the girl just couldn't hear what they were talking about. It was like a group of plants thrown into a mortar together, all mixed together in a sticky mess.
......
so quiet.