The woman from the Rift paid a lot of money to negotiate with the leisure center to buy this small wooden house and the surrounding land. She hired designers and many workers to build a wall around the wooden house and lay it into a dreamy garden. The wooden house is in the center. It is the season when cherry blossoms are blooming. She moved the whole cherry tree and planted it around the inside of the wall...

She put Xiao Zhi into the coffin and dug a hole behind the wooden house and buried it.

A tombstone was erected with the words "Mr. Xiao Zhi" written on it, and there was no other information.

The breeze blew, and the cherry blossom trees in the garden swayed gently back and forth, and the light pink cherry blossoms turned into cherry blossom rain fell, sprinkled on Xiao Zhi's slightly bulging grave, and also sprinkled on the long dark hair of the girl in the crack...

She moved a chair and sat quietly beside the grave, leaning her arms against the tombstone, leaning on her head, and her eyelashes drooping, and she could not see any joy, anger, and sorrow. It seemed that all she did was just boring to pass the time.

The flowers on the cherry blossom tree slowly withered withering as time passed, leaving only bare branches there, which was so beautiful. As usual, the woman leaned on the tombstone and closed her eyes slightly. Suddenly, her eyelids opened, and she felt a faint curse power surge out of Xiao Zhi's grave...

She was very familiar with it. This was the curse power left by the woman named Sadako, and at the same time, a strong consciousness was reviving...

Sadako won?

The corners of the woman's mouth were slightly cracked, and her beautiful face showed a hint of ferociousness.

She slowly stood up, pulled out the big scissors, shook her head, and rubbed it!

A long black hair fell from the sky, tied it to the tombstone, put it on, and the power of despair poured in. Sadako's consciousness and curse that almost overflowed slowly shrank back. This was the last trace of "despair" force that suppressed the pain of the cracked mouth. The pain teared the corners of her mouth, and she was so painful that she could hardly hold the scissors...

Put on the long gray-brown jacket and wrap it around the long, wide bright red scarf. This was how she looked when she first met Xiao Zhi.

The woman at the crack walked out of the cabin, gently pushed open the small door of the yard, locked it, walked out dozens of meters away, looked back at the small cabin, and she pulled her scarf a little higher: "Mr. Xiao Zhi, I'll go out."

Light novels are very popular in this country.

There are many chicken soup cultures, including words of joy, anger, sorrow, joy and sorrow.

I don’t know which book, there is a passage that can easily resonate:

Some people make trouble in front of you every day. She keeps saying that she wants to run away from home and will never come back. But in fact, she will not leave. Every word she leaves is waiting for your retention. The person who really decides to leave will neither cry nor make a fuss...

When she encounters sunny weather, she put on her favorite clothes, nodded to you with a smile, and walked out of the room. Then her figure will disappear forever in this sunny time...

During the long "living" years, watching your friends you are familiar with grow old and die little by little, you can easily feel a strong sense of loneliness.

In the days when there is no need to kill people to relieve the pain, the girl in the cracks didn't know when she fell in love with reading books. In China and abroad, there were masters and novels from unknown writers. After reading too many people in the books, she became a literary man and brought a booklet to record the little things around her. Of course, she was also preparing for her memory that would be cleared out in the past twenty years...

Leave the kombu land by car and leave Izu Oshima by boat.

When she arrived in Hokkaido, after several transfers, she took the train to her final destination.

Amid the clanging sound of the train, the woman in the crack opened the booklet that had not been written for a long time, and used a ballpoint pen to write down her experiences during these days. When she wrote that Xiao Zhi died, the tip of the pen stopped. She had lived for too long and experienced too many emotions, but she forgot about emotions. She forgot what sadness felt, but she was very confused, and she had never felt before...

When I opened the last few pages of the booklet, each page on it was hand-painted with a face, including men and women, old and young. These were her former brothers and sisters, parents, and grandparents...

She used this way to remember their faces.

The ballpoint pen gently rotated her fingertips, and the tip of her pen fell on the paper and slashed. The skillful brushwork quickly outlined the face of a young man. The young man had a faint smile on his face, as if he was full of confidence in everything, but when he looked closely, he felt that it was not the case, because there was a deep fatigue in his eyes...

After she finished sketching the last stroke, a voice came from beside her, "Sister, are you the boyfriend you drew?"

It was a seven or eight-year-old young master. He was the child of the passenger behind him. At this time, he stood up and lay on the back of her chair and looked at the portrait on the booklet. The woman in the crack looked at the face of Xiao Master, subconsciously touched the large scissors placed in her coat, then let go of her hand, a smile appeared in her eyes and wanted to nod. I thought of something and shook her head and said, "He is just a person I don't want to forget..."

Xiao Zhengta showed a sudden realization expression: "I understand, is he very important to his sister, right?"

The woman's index finger gently stroked the portrait's cheek: "It should be, my sister is very vague about these things, it's very strange. She is not very familiar with her, but she just doesn't want to forget him." Xiao Zhengta seemed to not understand the complex meaning, and said perfunctorily but politely, and sat back to her position...

When the train arrived at the terminal station, the girl from the rifted door closed the booklet and followed the noisy crowd to get off the bus. Her figures squeezed into it and seemed a little lonely. She took a bus and came to a remote mountain village. This mountain village was almost abandoned. Young people went out to work and saw the outside world. Few people were willing to go back to the mountain.

The people who stayed in the mountain village gradually grew old and died batch after batch, and in the end there were only less than three widowed elderly people left as the last villagers...

The woman in the crack was walking on the muddy mountain road in khaki high heels, and her brows frowned slightly since she got off the bus. Walking in the mountain village, she kept looking around, looking for places that could overlap with old memories. This was the beginning of pain. She had never come back since she left here with her brothers and sisters...

Walking along the trail, she unknowingly went up the mountain and saw a rock that had stood tall for many years and found a place.

There was a small temple in the place in my memory.

She hesitated for a moment. The temple was protected by the power of a god, and she could not enter as a monster. She bit her lower lip and reached out to push open the door of the temple. Unexpectedly, she was not blocked by the power.
Chapter completed!