The classical buildings of the Edo period were arranged in picturesque disorder. Yang Cheng searched for the figure. After passing through two narrow alleys, a garden surrounded by walls appeared in front of him.
Because it was winter, most of the plants had withered. The red and yellow leaves had withered on the tiles and stone slabs that had experienced the vicissitudes of time. Some branches poked out from the mottled walls of the courtyard.
A few old, disheveled, and round Luohan Pines were evergreen all year round in the courtyard. Their careful pruning made them look like the only verdant green in winter.
There were no other tourists on the bluestone path in front of the courtyard. He didn't know if this was a scenic area or if there was no one around.
What made Yang Cheng excited was that he didn't lose her this time!
The figure in the blue dress pushed open a wooden door in the courtyard and quietly walked in.
Yang Chen followed closely to the door. The iron bars on the wooden door that had been around for god knows how many years had already rusted. However, the thick texture and the dark wood made people feel the solemnity of an ancient noble's residence.
When he realized that the person he wanted to see might be inside, close at hand, Yang Cheng suddenly hesitated.
His footsteps stopped at the door. Yang Cheng clenched his hands into fists, took a deep breath, and slowly pushed the door open.
What came into view was a man-made rock garden and flowing water in the courtyard. The water should never freeze, and it trickled into a small pond. Around the pond were lush plants that had been pruned for a long time. They nestled around the old houses.
The elegant design didn't lose its grandeur, and one could feel the majesty of the shogunate generals in ancient times.
But all of this was no longer attractive in Yang Cheng's eyes. Because Yang Cheng's gaze, from the moment he entered the door, was already locked on the corridor in front of the mansion.
The corner of her dress fluttered, and a pair of snow-white bare feet were faintly discernible. Her hair brushed against her face in the cold wind. She was as cold and serene as ever.
Her eyes were still as calm as before.
The face, the figure, and the aura that he hadn't seen in a long time made Yang Cheng stand there in a daze, his mind blank.
Soon after, there were too many complicated scenes, like the surging waves of the sea, instantly causing Yang Chen to fall into the past … …
…
In the world of ice and snow, there were pine and cypress trees that were buried in the snow all year round, and the gloomy sky was filled with flying snowflakes.
A young man dressed in martial arts attire covered his arm that was constantly gushing with dark red blood. He leaned against a towering tree, and the snow in front of his feet had already been dyed red with blood.
The young man's lips were pale and his face was ashen. Only a fierce and sharp aura condensed in his eyes. However, due to the excessive blood loss and the bitter cold, coupled with the exhaustion of running and fighting for three days, he finally couldn't hold on any longer.
In the snowy forest that stretched as far as the eye could see, one could occasionally hear the howls of snow wolves.
At this moment, more than ten soldiers wearing snow-colored capes and holding heavy firearms drove two armored vehicles over the mountains and stopped on a small slope not far away.
The young man recognized them. They were one of the enemies that surrounded them. They were the Snow Fox Special Forces that were secretly trained in Northern Europe. Having fought in the snowy forest and snowy mountains all year round, they were more adept at fighting in the snowy region than anyone else.
The "Snow Foxes" jumped off the armored vehicles in an orderly manner, loaded their guns, and started a carpet search in the forest using a fast but extremely complicated running method.
The young man exhaled a mouthful of white mist, and the scarlet color in his eyes appeared again.
This was already the fifteenth wave of enemies that he had met. The previous fourteen waves of enemies were all killed by him alone, but he had finally suffered a significant injury.
The enemy's bullets had been specially treated, and it was difficult for the wounds to heal quickly. Even forming scabs was extremely difficult. Blood kept flowing out, and this also meant that his physical strength was constantly being depleted, and he was gradually losing his vitality …
However, he still didn't want to die!
A cold long blade slipped into the young man's hand from his sleeve. He only had this weapon in his hand!
At this moment, one of the Snow Fox soldiers that was closest to him suddenly let out a muffled groan!
The soldier's neck was slashed by the sharp weapon, and blood splattered everywhere as he fell onto the snowy ground!
From behind him, a slender young lady appeared. The young lady was wrapped in tight snow camouflage clothing, and only her long black hair was dazzling in the snowy ground!
Before the other Snow Fox troops could attack the young lady, the young lady had already used the numerous trees around her, and continuously circled around them like lightning.
From time to time, she would appear, and the short blade in her hand would always leave a brilliant splash of blood on the throat of a soldier. It was as enchanting as a dance of death, but it was fatal!
When the small team of Snow Foxes was completely destroyed by the young lady, the young lady walked to the front of the young man. Without saying a word, and ignoring the young man's intentions, she pulled the young man's hands over, bent down, and carried the young man on her back.
"Didn't you leave? Why did you come back …" The young man's arm was still bleeding, and it slowly soaked the young lady's chest.
The young lady ran quickly, but she was not out of breath. She replied coldly and emotionlessly, "I came back to save you."
"This time, I'm in charge of bringing up the rear. That's the mission, you don't have to save me."
"You saved me in the rainforest, and I'll pay you back," the young lady said.
The corner of the young man's mouth rose slightly. "You let me vent, and I let you live. That's a deal."
"That's right, that's a fair deal, but I still owe you something …"
"What?"
"You're the one who told me that I can still trust others, at least I can trust you …"
The young lady's voice was very weak, and it was as cold as ever. In the snowy plains, it was like cotton floating in the wind.
…
Midsummer night.
The congested traffic lane and the bustle of the night made every pedestrian seem impetuous.
On the rooftop of a five-story building, the young man had a poor quality cigarette in his mouth, and his eyes were misty as he looked at the smoky street. There were people fighting there, and there were city guards chasing away hawkers. There were people who had crashed into cars, and there were all kinds of people arguing. It was like another world.
The young man had just learned to smoke, but he quickly fell in love with the feeling. The hot gas rushed into his lungs, and he could feel his own existence for a short period of time.
Suddenly, a ghostly figure landed on the rooftop, and slowly walked towards the young man.
The young man turned around and saw a girl in a blue dress. Her hair was flying in the wind, and her face had matured quite a bit, but it still looked like a lifeless puppet.
"Did you see your mother?" The young man asked with a smile.
"Yes," the young lady replied plainly.
"Ah, you finally found her after so much trouble," the young man asked curiously, "Did she tell you her real name? Don't tell me your real name is Seventeen? "
Seventeen's eyes were emotionless, and she looked at the dark sky in the distance, "I don't have a name, and I killed her."
"Who?"
"The woman who gave birth to me," Seventeen said.
The young man coughed a few times, and choked on his words. He asked in confusion, "You finally found your mother, why did you kill her!?"
Seventeen replied quietly, "She was a prostitute, and she was doing business when I found her. I asked her who my father was, and she said she had so many customers every day that she couldn't remember. She said there was someone who liked to spend a lot of money to play with pregnant women, so she kept me. But she didn't have enough money, so she didn't want me, and just left me by the side of the road, so she didn't give me a name.
She asked me if I had money, and I said no. She asked if I wanted to do that kind of business with her, and she was old, so she wanted me to make money to support her … "
The young man flicked the ash off his cigarette, and remained silent for a while, "Don't you think it's a bit rushed?"
"It's more suitable for her to be dead, at least she doesn't have to worry about money, and she doesn't have to worry about getting old. It should be happier than being alive … You know, I don't feel pain when I kill people," Seventeen said, and turned around to snatch the half-burnt cigarette from the young man's hand. A cold glint flashed across her eyes, "Let me tell you, Thirteen, don't smoke this in front of me, I hate seeing you like this!"
With that, the young lady turned to leave, but the moment she turned, a crystal fell down.
Thirteen tilted his head and smiled as he watched the ghost-like figure disappear into the night sky. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up.
"Silly girl, even if you hate it, it's better than having no feelings at all …"
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