Why does every time Xu Xi wakes up, he always hears Krisa's greetings at the first time. Why every time he opens his eyes, he always sees Krisa's face at first sight. The answer is simple. So simple that it makes people stunned. Every time he falls asleep, every time he falls asleep, Krisa will sit quietly by the bed after seeing Xu Xi lying down, and accompany the passage of time with a small wooden chair. Sit quietly, sit until the sun and moon in the sky rise and fall. Wait, wait until the four seasons of the world change. Krisa accompanies in silence, waits in her loneliness, sits motionless, and only sees the increasingly old figure in her eyes. Is it painful? Is it boring?
Krisa doesn't think so. Because when that figure fell into silence, the world that the witch could see was only gray, she could not feel any vitality, nor could she see any color, she took the initiative to block everything. It was not until Xu Xi woke up that the witch's dead world started to work again and had normal colors again. "I have been waiting for you." The sun shines into the bedroom through the window. Due to the tilt of the angle, a beautiful layout is formed with half of the light and half of the dark. Xu Xi, who is 85 years old, looks old. He lies on the bed, just on the bright side. Every wrinkle and every strand of white hair are clearly illuminated. And not far from Xu Xi's bed. Krisa sits in the shadow, sitting quietly, with her empty eyes reflecting the gesture of light. The calm and delicate face is obviously expressionless, but when the light gray-silver hair sways in the wind, it seems that countless emotions are bursting out. Waiting for you. Always waiting for you. Krisa Christina said so. She is a witch without a heart, without her own joy, without her own sorrow, and has been an "object" who obeys the orders of her master all her life. So, the witch has always stayed by Xu Xi's side. Waiting for Xu Xi to wake up, waiting for Xu Xi's order again. That was the only meaning of her life. Facing such Krisha, facing such a witch who had been waiting for countless days and nights. For a moment.
Xu Xi didn't know whether to criticize and educate the witch, let her stop such meaningless behavior, or praise and appreciate the witch, and praise her for her unchanging persistence. In the end, Xu Xi neither criticized nor praised. Because it didn't matter. He gently took the witch's hand, grasped her slender five fingers, and exposed them to the range of the sun. "Come with me for a walk, Krisha, I feel like my body is almost unconscious after lying in bed for so long." "... Yes." Krisha is very well-behaved and obedient. She walked out of the bedroom door with Xu Xi who got out of bed, passed through the quiet corridor, and finally walked into the sunny green courtyard full of flowers and trees. Xu Xi walked very slowly. A weak feeling came from the body, spreading to the legs little by little. The feeling was very subtle. Every step he took, he could clearly feel the sluggishness of his body, as if it was a performance that would end at any time. "It's so beautiful." Suddenly, Xu Xi stopped. In front of him was the flourishing garden flowers and plants taken care of by the witch, with intertwined branches and leaves, fragrant flowers, and clusters of red dragon blood grass lying on the ground in the wind, like small waves rising and falling. "Krisa, you manage it very well, I am very satisfied." "Thank you for your affirmation." Xu Xi looked at the side, the witch with gray and silver long hair stood quietly, she was so indifferent, there was an indescribable emptiness, as if isolated from everything in this world. This was exactly the same as when Xu Xi first met her. But the poor skinny girl back then. She has long grown into a reliable adult. Looking at the courtyard, looking at the flowers and plants, looking at the warm sunshine, looking at the grown-up witch. Xu Xi slowly closed his heavy eyelids, feeling the sunlight falling on his body, warming his loose skin, bringing himself some warmth and peace of mind. He has nothing to worry about anymore. Plop—— [You and the witch are walking in the courtyard] [Everything in the courtyard, including the dragon blood grass that you care about most, is well taken care of by Krisa] [Even if you manage it yourself, you can't do better than this] [In a trance, you recall the time when the witch was young again. You compare it and find that the grown-up witch is very good and no longer needs your supervision and teaching]
[Perhaps it's time to end your duties as a mentor] [You are relieved, you sigh, you laugh softly, you have been worried about the witch's future since a long time ago, and now you can be sure that the witch can live well even without you] [The worries that have supported your constant awakening have disappeared][Your consciousness suddenly fell silent, and your old body fell forward, almost falling to the ground. It was the witch who helped you in time] [You woke up less than an hour ago and fell into a deep sleep again] "Teacher!...Teacher!" The wailing sound echoed in the darkness. Xu Xi was very tired, so tired that even if he heard the sound, he could not respond. Like a small boat in the raging sea. His consciousness, his soul, his thoughts, were all swallowed up by the endless darkness and assimilated into the eternal peace. Only a little bit of self remained, still stubbornly existing. ... [Simulation of the 72nd year, you are 86 years old, Krisa is 78 years old] [Since the day you fainted in the courtyard, you have been sleeping for a year, but you still have no signs of waking up] [Krisa is silent, just sitting by the bed waiting for your return] [She witnessed the four seasons in the house again] [Simulation of the 73rd year, you are 87 years old, Krisa is 79 years old] [You are still sleeping] [Krisa still maintains the eternal 17-year-old face] [This year, Krisa's strength reached the upper limit of the Holy Land Mage. She tried to break through the demigod and rely on the power of God to save you, but she failed] [The previous unfavorable balance did not allow the witch to break through the realm. The witch was stuck in the Holy Land Mage] [Simulation of the 74th year, you are 88 years old, Krisa is 80 years old] [Some families The tool has aged and is no longer so useful. The witch ignored it and continued to wait in your room.] [Simulated the 75th year, you are 89 years old and Krisa is 81 years old] [The witch is still waiting] [The witch is still waiting] [The witch continues to wait] [Simulated the 79th year, you are 93 years old and Krisa is 85 years old] [Your spirit is still sleeping, but your body is extremely old. The years have left indelible marks and taken away everything you once had]
[Your face gradually changed into a look that the witch did not recognize. Your skin was dull and full of wrinkles, like a rough and ugly piece of bark] [The witch no longer sits in meditation] [She gently holds your palm, feeling the texture of the dead branch, calling you over and over again, praying for your return] [You opened your cloudy eyes]