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In December 1877, a Japanese teenager got lost in a cemetery in London, England…
The young man's father was a merchant who did dock business in England. This year, the housekeeper who worked hard unfortunately contracted an illness. Today was the day of burial. The bodies of the deceased had no chance to be brought back to their homeland, so they were buried in this unfamiliar city. Almost everyone in the family went to mourn for this poor man who was taken away by the Grim Reaper…
In the cemetery in the eastern suburbs of London, a black stone tablet in the corner was simply engraved with the name of the deceased and the date of death. It was an extremely simple new tombstone. There were no statues of angels, no complicated carvings, and not even the ivy that surrounded the tombstone.
The boy was eight years old this year and was also brought by an adult to sweep the grave.
His silver hair was especially eye-catching, and his green eyes flickered with a brilliant light, pure and transparent. The young man's face had distinct edges and corners. When he wasn't smiling, his face was solemn and solemn, as if there was still ice on the surface of a lake, which was extremely inconsistent with his age.
When the sun set, the last ray of sunlight disappeared and the temperature suddenly turned cold. The sky was getting darker, and the young man could no longer make out the letters on the tombstone. He was hungry and cold, but there was nothing around him except the cold, hard stone statues.
The parents were weighing the cost of the prayer ceremony with the priest and had no time for the little guy.
At this moment, a white furry animal suddenly brushed past the young man's body, its warm fur rubbing against his ankle. The youth thought it was a fox, but upon closer inspection, it was actually a white wolf.
Now, the young man's attention was attracted by the wolf. No matter which country it was, it was impossible to see a wolf easily. The snow-white little thing was sitting on top of a collapsed stone tablet, squinting at him with interest.
The young man held his breath and walked closer step by step. When he realized that this " uninvited guest " didn't have any ill intentions, he couldn't help but reach out to touch it. Just as his hand was about to touch the white wolf's back--the white fur of the rouruan almost brushed the boy's fingers--the little thing suddenly jumped up and disappeared behind the chestnut tree at an invisible speed.
The young man ran over, but there was nothing behind him. He ran as fast as he could, trying to find his target. However, no matter where he went, there were a few broken stone tablets that were covered in moss from head to toe. He wanted to step over, but his foot slipped and he fell hard onto the wet grass.
It hurt. Then, the world spun. Cold and hungry. He suddenly realized that he had run too far. The road here was complicated, and it was his first time here. Just based on that fuzzy memory from before, it was impossible to walk to the original place.
He kept calling out to his parents, hoping that they would find out that he had left.
Night came. The breeze blew gently, and the chirping of birds could be heard from the depths of the dark forest. There were also the sounds of flapping wings that were startled by the young man's cries. Then, everything was quiet again.
The young man didn't know how long he had been shouting. He called his parents 'names and the names of the other servants, but no one could respond to him. He didn't know how far he had walked. He didn't know how big this graveyard was.
Soon, the moon rose. It was a full yellow moon, not particularly bright. The ever-changing clouds in the dark blue night sky were as thin as gauze. They gently gathered above the forest, filtering down the hazy moonlight that was scattered among the branches, reflecting everything transparent.
There was still no one around. The whole world seemed to have fallen asleep. The young man was tired from shouting and sat on the tree stump, sobbing softly.
"Are you lost?" The sudden voice made the young man's body tremble. He remembered that there was no one around him. No, there should be no one in the entire cemetery.
The young man slowly raised his head.
An oil-paper umbrella that was quietly blooming on a white pear tree was held by a slender hand and half tilted on her shoulder. Although her face was hidden under the umbrella, it was still difficult to hide the elegant and noble temperament of this unfamiliar oriental woman. She was wearing a maple-leaf-patterned dress with a red silk waist. It was red, black, and gold. It was elegant and restrained. Her silver hair that reached her waist was tied up with a mahogany hairpin. It was as white as ice and contrasted against the white nape of her neck. Her hairline was distinct. Two long strands of hair hung down from his ears to his front.
The young man was a little stunned. He thought that the person standing in front of him must be a holy witch from his homeland.
"Sister…is she a witch?"
The red lips of the woman holding the umbrella slowly curved into a beautiful arc. She bent down slightly, and the accessories on her waist made a crisp and pleasant sound.
Her fair, jade-like hands were slender and beautiful, just like…the hands of a loved one.
"Give me your hand…"
The woman's voice was also very gentle. The moment their hands touched, an inexplicable warmth quietly flowed through their hearts.
So warm and kind
The hand held the young man's hand and raised his eyes again. The young man realized that she was not a mature lady like her mother. To be more precise, she was a young girl in her prime.
The eastern girl's appearance was also very strange, and she was somewhat similar to him.
Her silver-white hair was as long as velvet. At this moment, the moonlight coincidentally came out from the clouds and shone into her eyes. It was a pair of eyes that emitted a mysterious color--a light purple color with a faint starlight
"What's your name?" The young girl's tone was gentle and comforting.
" Takeshita, Jun Takeshita," the young man said timidly.
"Is this your name in this life?" The witch in Takeshita Junta's eyes laughed."Alright, Jun, it's time for you to go home."
"Do you see that path?" As she spoke, the girl pointed to a gravel path in the bushes and placed a hand on Jun's shoulder. She leaned down and whispered into his ear,"Follow that road and turn left when you see the statue of the angel. Your father is there."
" But I haven't found the white wolf yet…"
" It's…" Before he could finish, a cold wind blew past, and Jun's eyes, which carried the elegant fragrance of pear blossoms, were blurred by the fine sand in the wind. When he opened them again,
The stone path behind him opened up for him, but there was no longer the mysterious silver-haired witch or the agile white wolf...
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Takeshita Jun was very confused, because when he returned to his parents, no one asked him where he had gone. She didn't even know that he had been away for a while.
Looking up at the sky, what was even more unbelievable was that after he returned, the sky he saw was still a scene of all kinds of gorgeous colors perfectly interwoven together, just like a masterpiece by an impressionist master.
The sun was setting in the west…There was no hazy moonlight, no dark forest, no lonely bird chirping…It was as if time had turned back.
Like a dream, like an illusion, in the emerald eyes
However, he clearly remembered that he was crawling on the grass in the dark night, feeling extremely anxious and afraid. He also remembered the silver-haired witch who showed him the way. Her purple eyes were like the stars in the night sky.
Everything that had happened in the London cemetery on this December day was veiled like moonlight, like a scene blurred into half-tones in a painting, like a face with a veil falling from memory, lost of gravity, swirling softly in his nerves.
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In January 1878, a Japanese teenager, Jun Takeshita, returned to his hometown with his family on a cruise ship. On the way, the cruise ship crashed...
On the day they set sail…
Opening the thick paper, there were blue lines and a faint smell of ink. Alberta was thinking carefully in front of the desk. Maybe I don't know what I should write on the first page of my diary
At the thought that her foreign friend was leaving London today, Alberta's emotions were almost like a pen in her hand. Even if the longing in her heart was the sound of a pen moving, and it was presented on the paper with her thoughts…
However, he still couldn't write…
Jun, will you come back…
"Tasha, the cruise ship to Japan is leaving soon. Aren't you going to send Takeshita off?”A gentle young woman knocked on the door and called out softly. The thoughts that were flying out of Elberta were pulled back to sail…
On her oval-shaped face that revealed an indescribable charm, Alberta's two big blue eyes were filled with reluctance, and her slightly lowered eyelids were as slender as crescents. She bit her lip and finally threw the pen aside and rushed out of the room.
It was drizzling on the day of the voyage. Tall and magnificent gray buildings with double windows and iron balconies stood on both sides of the tree-lined avenue. All kinds of noise rose and fell in this industrial town. Small and dangerous cars whizzed past, children sold newspapers to publicize the latest war news, and cafes were filled with tourists from all over the world.
There were ancient churches, beautiful buildings, and gorgeous palaces everywhere…and all of these were arranged so naturally in this foggy city.
Elbota did not bring an umbrella, and the passersby watched the girl running in the rain in a hurry. The cold drizzle dampened her dress. After the rain fell, her face became even purer, as if it had been artificially painted. Her fast running made her face glow with a faint rose color.
When she arrived at the dock, she heard the buzzing of the cruise ship. The ship in front of her was about to lift the anchor and open the valve!
"Jun! Takeshita Jun!"
She raised her head and called out to the tall and sturdy ship, trying to find the silver-haired youth who was drowned in the sea of people.
She received the response she had expected and found a vague outline on the wooden fence. A slender figure appeared through the tiny light. Then, he heard a pleasant voice. It was very clear.
" Tasha, you're here." The young man's face showed his indifference. His eyes were somewhat covered by his silver-white hair, but they were still as moving as the stars, especially the slightly narrow eyeliner that drew such a beautiful arc. The emerald in his eyes made people think,"Jun, I'll wait for you. You must come back to see me. Don't forget the promise under the ginkgo tree."”
Elbota's thin and straight nose exuded a spiritual aura. Her nose was slightly puffed up. She took out her small and slender hand and made a hook gesture. The boat slowly left the shore. The young man looked at the girl's gradually disappearing figure on the dock.
"Yes, I will…Goodbye, Tasha."
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The rain in England was always short-lived. After a while, the drizzle washed away the lead in the sky and came to an end... It became smaller and smaller, and finally stopped.
The ship left the port, and the scene at the dock no longer existed. He could no longer see the narrow but unique river, the winding and quiet alleys, the complicated cement roads, and the various giant bridges...
Only the sky and the horizon that was the perfect combination of water and sky appeared before his eyes. The ship was sailing in the east, carrying the longing of countless strangers on the route to Japan.
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Takeshita Jun was still leaning against the fence, staring into the distance quietly, listening to the whispers of other tourists, the lonely waves, and the cries of soaring seagulls...
Suddenly, a natural crisp sound stopped everything around them.
It was the sound of jade knocking, carrying the charm of the East, simple and clear.
He remembered that he had heard such a sound in the cemetery last December.
And then there was another sound, like a ripple of dew, and he was more certain
Looking back---there's nothing beside me
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The black waves hit the cruise ship crazily. The stormy sea was dangerous and terrifying. On the turbulent sea, the entire ship was like a broken leaf, allowing the salty seawater to corrode it.
Like this, if a person fell into the sea, he would immediately be carried away by the waves, leaving no bones behind.
It could be said that in Takeshita Jun's eyes, everything was extremely tragic and sad.
Thunder rumbled, and under the madness of anger, all wooden objects were ignited with raging flames. The metal instruments suddenly malfunctioned, and the hull began to shake violently. The merciless reefs were like sharp spears that pierced a huge hole in the hull. Seawater surged into the bottom of the cabin. It wouldn't take long for the entire ship to become one of the underwater collections. The God that the people believed in did not hear their prayers. Everyone was waiting for death to descend in pain!
Some fell into the deep sea, some were swallowed by the flames, and countless corpses slept at the bottom of the cabin filled with seawater.
On the deck, people stepped on people, people hugged people, and they used all their strength to struggle.
No one would pay attention to Jun Takeshita, not even his parents. Because his family was trapped in the cabin, they had already left him. Takeshita Junji grabbed onto everything on the deck that could support him from tilting down. He did not cry or shout. He just gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with the instinct to survive. Compared to the others, he was too calm. At this moment, the ship had already begun a 360-degree turn.
Everything began to fall to the left. The iron frames and wooden products on the ship let out terrifying cries. Jun Takeshita's heartbeat had never been so wild before.
Was he going to end his life here? 8 years old, died by falling into the sea?
In the future, he would be like the ghosts he had seen before, floating in the complicated world with cold chains hanging from his chest?
Wouldn't that be too lonely and pitiful?
He felt that his hand had lost all feeling. He didn't feel pain or numbness. It was just hanging on the railing, delaying the time of death, waiting for this iron waste to gradually sink into the abyss of the sea.
At the same time, a woman was walking past the entire cruise ship in a hurry. It was as if the gravitational pull of the Earth was meaningless to her. The ship had clearly tilted to the left, but she still took every step vertically and freely. The woman was tall and slender. Her long, curly black hair was blown in the cold night wind. She was wearing a moon-gray silk kimono, looking like a fine lady who had walked out of a painting from the Edo period.
"You can let go now." The woman came in front of Takeshita Jun. She leaned over and caressed his pale and cold hands."That lord is waiting for you. She's here to take you home.”
The woman's voice was soft and delicate, respectful and dreamy.
"Go home…?"
Takeshita Jun was confused. He looked at the mysterious silver-gray eyes of the other party and began to feel a deep sleepiness sweep through his entire body.
"Yes, you can let go now, because you don't belong here in the first place…"
The woman's voice was filled with the warmth of spring. Her fair hands gently moved the young man's ten fingers away.
The fingers that held onto the glimmer of hope finally left the railing step by step.
Jun Takeshita felt that his body was light, relaxed, and free as he fell…
Looking at the woman who made her let go, her gentle smile became smaller and smaller in his field of vision, but he never felt the reality of her body being buried in the salty blood and her soul being separated from the remains.
It was simply an unimaginable nightmare. Everything in front of him was covered in layers of gauze fog. Was he really dead?
" Welcome back, Hitsugaya Toshiro!"
The silver-haired youth dreamed of colors. The bright red color covered the sky and the earth. It was a color that was more rosy than anything he had seen before. It was like the seeds of pomegranate, the feet of pigeons, the blood-red sun after sunset, and the fragrance of the dew of roses at night...
It was the first time he felt that death was not as scary as he had imagined. This was because there was a kind of fresh life force flowing in his body, and the soul in his entire body was stretched out. All his pores were breathing fresh air, and his limbs and bones were filled with strength.
There was someone hugging him, gentle and tender…It instantly gave him unprecedented warmth and calmness.
In his memory, that beautiful figure was walking leisurely. She was still holding an oil-paper umbrella with a white pear tree quietly blooming. Her hands were as white as snow, and the moon-white kimono outlined the graceful figure of the silver-haired girl. Even if such a woman was wrapped in flowers, she would never be tainted by the secular world. She would not flatter, but she would not be alienated…
" I'm here to take you home, Dong Shilang…"
With the oriental charm, the simple and clear knocking sound echoed again.
There was no longer a young man like Jun Takeshita in the world, or rather, he only existed in the memories of those who missed him...
The new soul had a clear face, as white and flawless as the fresh snow in the twelfth month of the lunar calendar, as clear and sparkling as the dew in the early autumn morning. Emerald's eyes were as clear as a newborn baby.
Hell butterflies fly across the noise of the world, dancing in the world of death
--Corpse Soul Realm
His Highness, the Moon City, has been buried.
Rie: Thank you for your hard work, everyone.
Da Bai asked,"The young man you buried had abnormal spiritual power, and why didn't you use the sword to bury his soul?"
Li Yi: In this case, they will know that I came out to play again, especially the head captain. He will definitely nag again.
Da Bai: That's not the problem. Are you sure you want to do this?
Riyi: Not sure but sure, Bai Zai, and thank you for coming out to accompany me.
Da Bai,"As long as you're alright."
.. I am the gorgeous dividing line
At this moment, it was snowing heavily in the Tranquil Soul Court.
Chojiro: Head Captain, what does this unseasonably snow mean?
Yamamoto: I clearly have my own arrangements. Let's just wait and see, but compared to this and that lord, he's still so worrisome...
Chojiro: You mean His Highness Moon City?
Captain Yamamoto left his seat and came to the corridor to watch the sudden beautiful snow scene.
Yamamoto: It's time to have a good talk with Captain Xiu Mu and Silver Bell.
Near An Guilin, Liuhun Street:
Hinamori: Grandma, it should be around here. I just saw a white light flashing not far from the door. There must be a new soul coming to the Soul Corpse World.
Grandma Xiao Bai,"Then Xiao Tao will have a companion again."
Hinamori: I guess it must be a child, over there!
The young forest pointed forward. Not far away, they found a handsome silver-haired boy lying in a pile of white snow. The white snow made his tender face look even more innocent and cute.
Hinamori: Wow! He's so cute ~ Grandma, let's take him home and settle him down first.
The Winter Soul Buried
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