Early the next morning, Yae Rin picked up the broom and cleaned the courtyard for the last time. The cherry blossoms on the ground were pink and delicate, very beautiful. Yae Rin bent down slightly, picked up the cherry blossom petals in his hand, pursed his lips, and blew lightly
, the cherry blossom petals in the palm of your hand are like falling snow on earth, beautiful and elegant.
Yae Rin turned the hem of her skirt in the rain of flowers, and the simple feathered dress looked gorgeous on Yae Rin's body.
"Father." Yae Rin saw his father approaching from the rain of flowers, lowered his head slightly, and called out to his father.
"Rin, let me ask you one last time, do you regret it? If you regret it, I will pretend that nothing happened in the past few nights." The man had a straight face, but there was longing in his eyes, and he hoped that this delicate person in front of him was a little kid.
My daughter can say the word "regret".
"Father, if you can share your burdens with me, A-Lin will not regret it."
"Alin's dream is to become a guardian witch. Even if it only lasts for a minute, it would be a shame to die."
"I still hope that my father will be able to fulfill his wishes!" Yae Rin raised his head and said to his father with a fearless face. Faced with the impending death, Yae Rin didn't seem to show any fear on his face.
The man who looked at him as if he was dead smiled dumbly.
It turns out that I am worse than my little daughter who is less than fifteen years old.
"Let's go, come to the kitchen, I will cook myself." The daughter's face was expressionless. As a father, he naturally cannot be too sad and sentimental. Life and death are destiny, and wealth is in the sky. Perhaps for Yae Rin, this is her
Since a man can't stop his fate, he might as well let go of his hand and let his little daughter fly.
Maybe she can still see her mother in the underworld.
In the kitchen, the man picked up a yam and cooked a yam meal. The ceramics exuded the unique fragrance of yam. Through the smoke, the man saw his daughter sitting on a long bench, her legs swinging, but the swing was not very large.
, looking very relaxed.
The man's eyes were confused and he thought to himself, he really looks like her.
Picking up the steaming yam porridge, Yae Rin blew a gentle breath to disperse the mist that was rising up. She picked up the spoon and drank it bit by bit.
Yae Rin drank this bowl of yam porridge for a long time, probably because it was too hot.
However, she still finished the drink. After eating the last grain of rice in the ceramic pot, Yae Rin raised her head and smiled stupidly at her father and said.
“Delicious!”
The man touched his daughter's silky hair, and this small kitchen was filled with warmth.
Yae Rin likes this atmosphere very much, but...
After just enjoying it for a while, Yae Rin stood up and said to his father.
"Father, let's go. The villagers have already gathered at the bottom of the Babel Tower."
As soon as the words fell, the words were like the cold wind in winter, instantly blowing away the warmth that had just remained.
The man lowered his head without saying a word, took Yae Rin's warm hand, and opened the door. The cold current poured into the house, making the warm room a little cold. The man carried the cold wind and blocked the cold wind for Yae Rin.
Walk towards the Tower of Babel.
One step, two steps, three steps, four steps, five, six, seven or eight.
He walked step by step, only holding his little daughter's hand, which was still warm. The man knew that his little daughter liked cherry blossoms, so he took a long road on the way to the Babel Tower and finally reached a mountainside.
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Here you can see the cherry blossoms in the entire Yae Village. Stop and look at the cherry blossoms all over the mountains and plains. The pink cherry blossoms are fluttering with the cold current, one in two, falling from the branches, just like the white snow in the world, but this time "
"Big Snow" is pink.
"A-Rin, A-Rin." The man shouted in a low voice. He might not be able to hear clearly because of his low voice, let alone Yae-Rin who had been focusing on this breathtaking scenery.
The father and daughter stood on the mountainside and looked at the entire Yae Village. It was so beautiful that it made people tremble with fear. It was so beautiful that it made people shudder.
"Father, let's go." Yae Rin seemed to have seen enough, holding the man's hands and walking quickly towards the Babel Tower.
She was afraid, she was afraid that she would not be able to let go of this beautiful scenery, her father, or her sister.
"A-Rin, I want to ask you one last time, do you regret it? You still have a chance now." A glimmer of hope flashed in the man's eyes. As long as Yae-Rin says regret or fear, he will protect the two sisters even if he fights to the death.
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"Father, A-Lin has no regrets."
"I hope my father will fulfill my wish!" Yae Rin turned around and looked at his father who looked a little old. He was obviously only 3 years old, but his father had already grown his hair.
"I..." The man looked at Yae Rin and said nothing.
The father and daughter arrived at the foot of Babel Tower in silence.
Under the Tower of Babel, the villagers were already standing here waiting for the father and daughter.
Chickens, ducks, fish, and three animals were prepared, and there was a large table. The table was empty except for an empty plate. This table was also used for placing sacrifices.
"Mr. Bazhong, the time is about to pass." An old woman's voice was not loud, but in the quiet environment, it seemed so harsh that everyone present heard it.
Among them was Yae Rin. Yae Rin's body was trembling slightly. When facing death, even a powerful hero would be afraid for a moment.
The man holding Yae Rin's small hand naturally felt Yae Rin's fear. He lowered his head slightly, with a trace of pity, a trace of violence, and more helplessness in his eyes. In the end, all the emotions turned into a sigh and dissipated.
In the cold wind.
Yae Rin lay on the table, and the man picked up the steel knife.
puff.
A barbaric ritual, a living life, a group of cold-eyed people, and a grieving father.
The man could not stop Yae Rin's determination. All he could do was to make Yae Rin suffer less pain. Yae Rin had stopped breathing and her body was still warm, but her vitality had been cut off.
The villagers did not let go because of this. Instead, they looked at Yae Rinto's corpse with concentration. The ceremony reached the most critical step, sacrificing the miko's heart to the gods.
The man picked up the steel knife again and cut open his daughter's chest. Blood spattered onto the man's face, and blood and tears mixed together.
The man held his daughter's heart and placed the heart on the container one step at a time.
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At the end of the ceremony, all the villagers dispersed with smiles on their faces, and the man cried bitterly while holding Yae Rin's body.
There is another sentence behind "A man doesn't shed tears lightly", but it doesn't reach the sad point!
The man cried all day and all night, his eyes were swollen from crying, his tears dried up, and two shallow blood stains were left on his face.
After Yae Rin was buried, the man fell ill.
Before the spring had passed, the man also went with Yae Rin.
Yae's house was already a little empty, but now only Yae Sakura was left alone, and it seemed even more empty.