pink fox

Chapter 2 Lost 2000 Years of Memory
My sister turned into a human, and I was locked in the ice prison by my elder sister, and she didn't come to see me.

I know, she must have gone to the human world.

Going to the human world is the wish of all snow foxes on our ice field.

Because the human world is very prosperous, unlike our ice field, in addition to ice and snow, it is still ice and snow.

As time passed day by day, I suddenly wanted to see Binghuahua.

Where is grandma?Why haven't you come to see me for so long?Does she know that I was locked by the eldest sister...

Three years later, my sister came back.

She transformed into a beautiful girl with bright eyes and long silver hair.

My sister told me that she met a man who fell in love with her.

She also said that the man was very handsome and gentle, and treated her very well, and promised her three lifetimes.

I laughed and said, but only 300 years, fleeting.

But she said that 300 years is a long time for human beings.

I moved my feet, which were numb from the ice chains, and lay on the ground without speaking.

My sister did not reduce her interest in telling me because of my silence. She told me every detail of her being with a man.

She said that the man kissed her long silver hair under the peach blossom tree... Said that the man praised her for its beauty...

I lazily closed my eyes and told her, grandma said, never fall in love with human beings, because human hearts will change.A man's love words are like a sickle. You think the sickle is here to protect you, but it is actually here to cut off your soul.

After I finished saying this, my sister was silent for a long time.After a long time, she slowly stood up and turned her back to me.She said, Second Sister, I hope you will remember what you said.Your guardian flower is Yimihua, do you know what Yimihua represents?

I didn't answer.

The younger sister left, like a disappearing elf.

She was the only one who came to see me for three years.

The eldest sister never visited me.She is the king of this ice field, so she must be very busy!
In fact, I have always been curious about where we came from.

I heard that human beings have fathers and mothers, but I have never seen my mother.I don't even know how we were born, I just know that one day, I suddenly existed on this ice field.Suddenly one day, my sister also appeared.

When I saw my sister, she was a little white snow fox just learning to walk.

There are only three of us of different colors on the entire ice field, and our subjects are all black.After they transform into human form, their hair color is black like that of human beings.It's just that humans change their hair color as they age, but snow foxes don't.

My sister said that the man liked her white hair very much.But doesn't white represent old age?Could it be that when human beings get old, they are also like grandma, old and beautiful?

I spent another year and a year in the ice prison.

I didn't feel bad about being locked up.The only thing that makes me uncomfortable is that there seems to be a piece missing in my heart.

I know, I must have lost something precious.That thing might be called... memory.

It is impossible for my younger sister to grow up suddenly, and it is impossible for my eldest sister to kill me for no reason, and it is even more impossible for me to wake up in a crystal coffin for no reason.

I really want to find someone to ask, what happened in the past thousand years?Why can't I remember anything?
But no one, no one.

In the third year after her sister left, she came back.She said she missed me, so she came back to visit me.

I asked her, how old am I?

She said, sister, you are three thousand years old.

In 2000, I actually lost 2000 years of memory.I asked her, what happened in 2000?
She turned away and didn't answer me.

I asked her, why hasn't grandma come to see me for so long?
Her voice was a little choked, and she said that grandma had already left. After 1 years, grandma will reincarnate into a young snow fox.let me not be sad...

But I'm still sad...

Because ten thousand years later, she will not be my grandma, nor will she accompany me to watch the Binghuacai tree bloom.

(End of this chapter)