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"Don't worry about it, they'll find out if they want to," Xiangzi said reassuredly. "They won't do anything to us."

"Ah."

Mu nodded and grabbed Xiangzi's sleeve.

Xiangzi declined the free tour guide service, feeling it was too unnatural, so she simply took Mu's arm, and the two of them, like close sisters, followed the flow of tourists towards the exhibition hall.

I stood in front of an oil painting depicting a woman in a kimono.

“This is a work from the Meiji period,” Xiangzi said, staring at the sign next to the oil painting. “It was created by a local artist who had learned foreign painting techniques. It was quite a cutting-edge work at the time.”

"Um......."

IX Lin Si Liu Qi 8 Ba | "And over there."

Xiangzi took Mu's hand and led her to the next painting.

It was Mu who suggested going to the art museum, but once they arrived, Xiangzi's enthusiasm was completely ignited.

"This is a ukiyo-e print! It looks like an original by Katsushika Hokusai. Amazing..."

"Um......"

“Mu, here, here desuwa”.

"Ah."

"Mu, there, there desuwa."

"it is good."

"There's also Marilyn Monroe by Andy Warhol here, covering an entire wall. It really looks great as a decoration. I also thought about using pop art elements to shape the band, like the album covers of The Velvet Underground."

"Then why......"

"It looks nice, but it doesn't quite fit the atmosphere I wanted, so I gave up on it."

"Does a mask fit the bill?"

"Don't you like it?"

"No."

"That's good, I'm glad you like it." Xiangzi nodded with a smile, then his eyes lit up when he inadvertently glanced at a statue in the best-lit spot. "This statue is so beautiful!"

She pulled Mu along.

This is a stone statue in the shape of a young girl, who appears to be twirling around while lifting the hem of her skirt. The smile on the girl's face, every strand of hair flying in the wind, and the folds created by the movement of her clothes are all incredibly lifelike.

Xiangzi walked to the statue, imitated its pose, pinched the hem of her skirt with her fingers, and turned around lightly, the skirt swaying with her movement.

"Is it beautiful, Mu?"

Mu stood quietly to the side, watching Xiangzi's enthusiastic demeanor, and unconsciously, a smile appeared on her face as well.

“It looks good,” she said.

Xiangzi suddenly paused, and the hem of her flowing skirt fell down again.

The faint smile at the corner of her mouth was like a delicate doll suddenly coming to life, becoming a real person, so beautiful that Xiangzi was dazzled.

“Mu, you smiled.” Xiangzi said.

"Really?" Mu touched the corner of his mouth.

"Of course!" Xiangzi walked closer to Mu and took her hand. "You look better when you smile."

They then walked up to a painting, which was taller than a person and took up almost an entire wall.

The girl in the painting is the same as the statue next to her. She stands in a field full of flowers, gracefully extending her hand and placing it in a man's hand. The man holds her hand, kneels on one knee before her, as if making some vow.

Xiangzi suddenly turned around, took Mu's hand, and knelt down in front of Mu.

The two stood in front of the painting, their poses exactly the same as the figures in the painting.

"Does it look like it?" Xiangzi asked with a smile.

“Yes, it does.” Mu nodded and responded with a smile.

In Mu's eyes, this scene became eternal.

The Tale of Reincarnation: The Forgotten Shore: Chapter 567 Twinkling Stars

They stayed at the art museum until closing time before leaving.

Night falls, and silence descends all around. City lights hang from the treetops, falling to the ground. The city's water trucks have just passed by, leaving the washed pavement still wet, reflecting the streetlights and other lights above.

Walking through the densely wooded path, following the route of the sprinkler truck, the beautiful reflections were everywhere. At first, there were only a few scattered lights, but then the sky seemed to be full of stars that had fallen to the ground. The hazy starlight reflected on the water mixed with the starlight on the surface of the water, creating a lively scene.

They walked into a bustling commercial street.

Xiangzi, in high spirits, led Mu through the crowds. She was in a particularly good mood today; she hadn't been this happy in a long time. Holding Mu's hand, she took quick, light steps as she passed through the other people strolling along the pedestrian shopping street.

"Muku, look here, desuwa!"

"Muku, look over there, Desuwa!"

"Mu——"

Mu followed closely behind Xiangzi, echoing Xiangzi's enthusiasm, which seemed to be ignited and could not be extinguished.

The figure ahead suddenly turned around, and a slightly chubby smiling face was reflected in her eyes. In Xiangzi's eyes, the world was colorful and harmonious, while in Mu's eyes, there was Xiangzi.

Mu couldn't help but be somewhat lost in thought.

"Mu!"

Xiangzi's voice finally brought Mu back to her senses; she pouted and looked a little unhappy.

However, his unhappiness was just an act. When Xiangzi saw that Mu had responded to him, he happily grabbed her and pointed to the shop window next to them.

"Mu, look, that guitar."

"Guitar?"

Mu blinked, her gaze following Xiangzi's direction to the large display window of the music store, where a folk guitar was placed in the most conspicuous position.

Acoustic guitars have always been a very popular item, consistently topping the sales charts in major music stores. You only need to learn the simplest 53231323 to impress girls and show off. When you get tired of playing with it, you can sell it. It's a fashionable item for teenagers with money to burn. There's a reason why stores would place an acoustic guitar in the most prominent position.

However, the reason why this guitar attracted Xiangzi's attention was even more unique.

That guitar is the same model as the one He Mu used to use.

"Isn't it exactly the same as the one you used?" Xiangzi said with a bright smile. "I didn't expect to find the same one here."

"The same...?" A hint of confusion flashed in Mu's eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

"Of course, if you don't believe me, take it out and see, I remember it's the same model."

"..." Mu was silent for a moment, then shook his head. "Lost it."

"Huh?" Xiangzi blinked in surprise. "It was always kept in the Soul Gem, how could it have been lost?"

"It was lost during the battle, probably."

Mu turned his head away, his gaze darting away, seemingly trying to avoid Xiangzi's expectant look. Fortunately, Xiangzi, engrossed in the moment, didn't notice Mu's awkwardness. Instead, Mu's words, "lost it," only fueled her interest—in buying the guitar.

"Then I'll buy it and give it to you."

"No need, I actually have a thing for acoustic guitars..."

Mu tried to pull her arm away from Xiangzi's grasp with a slight tug, but failed. Xiangzi, still holding her wrist, forcefully walked into the music store.

"That won't do. I don't care, you have to listen to me today."

"......"

Xiangzi recently made some money, but after being poor, she probably developed a habit of haggling. She pointed at the guitar displayed in the shop window and haggled with the shop owner for a long time. Finally, relying on her advantage as a pure and cute high school girl (x2), she got the brand new top-brand guitar from the shop owner at a 30% discount.

It wasn't until Xiangzi shoved the guitar into Mu's arms that Mu finally realized what was happening. After that, she held onto the guitar and followed Xiangzi around the pedestrian street.

The streetlights reflected off the damp ground, casting a warm, bright yellow glow everywhere, like a sky full of fireflies. The voices of passersby were clearly right next to him, yet they seemed incredibly distant. Mu's gaze was focused on Xiangzi, and everything around him became a blurry, out-of-focus image.

It's like a dream.

Watching Xiangzi's retreating figure, Mu suddenly had this thought.

On the bustling street, Mu, holding a guitar that hadn't even been tuned, began to strum the strings.

Xiangzi suddenly turned around.

“That starry night…” Mu opened her mouth tremblingly, looking at Xiangzi, “You were painting gray and blue on the canvas, and that fleeting glance in the summer sun saw right through my soul…”

Mu's singing has always been, to put it mildly, tone-deaf rather than mediocre.

She has a beautiful voice, but she doesn't sing well. Xiangzi has always known this, and so has Mu, so she doesn't really like singing.

But Mu took the initiative to sing, this was the second time.

Xiangzi recognized the song; it was written for Van Gogh, and the lyrics, filled with declarations of love and praise, were dedicated to the painter Vincent van Gogh. But as Mu sang, she kept looking into Xiangzi's eyes, as if the lyrics, once sung from her lips, had become a song dedicated to herself.

Xiangzi's cheeks flushed red, and he looked at Mu with a blank expression, wondering what she wanted to do.

A small group of people gathered around them, raising their phones to point their cameras at them.

Xiangzi went up to Mu and pulled her hand, wanting to run away with her, but Mu wouldn't go. She continued to strum the strings of her instrument and sing off-key, looking at Xiangzi expectantly.

She seemed to be inviting Xiangzi to sing this song.

"Hey."

Xiangzi reluctantly curled the corners of his mouth, and cleared his throat under Mu's expectant gaze.

That night, the stars twinkled, the flowers bloomed in vibrant colors, and the clouds drifted through a misty, violet-tinged haze.

Clear, resonant, and elegant, each note perfectly complemented the guitar's melody. Xiangzi's opening lines immediately drew gasps of amazement from the onlookers.

Although it's still not top-tier, it's enough to impress the onlookers.

With Mu's accompaniment, Xiangzi continued the song.

The musical notes drifted in the sky on the summer evening breeze, farther and farther away. They drifted through the night, through the dawn, and into the twilight of the next day, passing through day and night after day.

Finally, the notes of the song landed on the desk by the window.

On the empty desk lay a letter, and beside it, a Seed of Lamentation wrapped in a handkerchief.

Xiangzi got out of bed, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and saw the letter on the table.

And... the empty bed opposite me.

Xiangzi's heartbeat seemed to skip a beat.

"Mu?!"

The Tale of Reincarnation: The Shore of Oblivion: Chapter 568 We Will Meet Again Where It All Began

For the past few days, Xiangzi has been revising the contents of the notebook, planning to personally return it to his past self when the time comes.

She believed that all the unnatural things she had witnessed during her journey were orchestrated by her.

She took it for granted that way.

But she thought wrong.

Mu disappeared on the morning she was about to begin, leaving behind a letter and a seemingly ordinary Seed of Sorrow on the table.

When Xiangzi saw the letter, his heart skipped a beat.

A terrifying possibility rose from the depths of my heart.

She stood up, trembling, leaning on the edge of the bed, walked to the envelope, and picked it up.

tear-

That was a letter.

This is crap.

But this is a letter left by Mu, a farewell letter.

[Xiang, by the time you read this letter, I will have destroyed all the pathways to the other shore.]

Mu held the protective suit that Mami had given Xiangzi in his hand, stood in front of the passageway on the other side of the Free Port, and took a deep breath.