Song of the Wind God 5

Even if he has to pay the price of weakening the gods or even eventually dying for this against the nature of the wind, he is willing. But the maiden refused. Many days ago, she sensed the other side of the air flow around the body signs of increasing decline, can stay here with their own summer, is probably the limit. "You are the wind, the wind of freedom, can not and should not stop." The young lady said softly, the tone of voice is complicated, can not tell whether it is laughing or sighing. "If I can't get free, then please ...... go see the world for me." Please don't worry, no matter where I am trapped, I still have a whole summer of memories with you. Such beauty and warmth is enough to light up the rest of your life. The young man looked at the young girl in silence, watching her stand alone in the wind, her long hair raised along with her skirt, so lonely, so forlorn that he wanted to go over and give her a hug. But he could not do anything. The wind god has no entity and cannot even give a real hug. He could only settle in place and quietly listen to the other party sing a song for himself, the one he heard when they first met. It was obviously the same song, but it didn't sound quite the same. The reason may be that the singer and the listener now both have traces of love in their hearts. The young girl sang and sang, finally there were uncontrollable tears from the eyes rolled down, choked and could not continue to sing. A warm wind blew from her side, as if a gentle lover reached out his hand, the airflow gently brushed the girl's cheeks, so that the tears slipping in the wind dried up. "From now on whenever you want to cry, stand on the terrace, or open the window." The teenager looked straight at the young girl and said the promise he had failed to say earlier. "If you shed another tear, let the wind dry it for you." The young girl and he looked at each other for a long time, and finally burst into a smile of relief, nodded solemnly, promised this agreement. From now on, no matter where she goes, as long as there is a breeze raised, it is as if the teenager is still with him. As for the teenager, he will always carry her song that melts in the wind, fulfilling the girl's wishes and walking around every inch of the world. One of the double endings (comedy version) the day of the princess's wedding, the ceremony was very grand, the prince of a neighboring country proudly riding on a white horse towards the castle, the bridal party in front of the castle on the avenue lined up for a long time. A young girl in a white wedding dress stood on a high terrace, her eyes did not fall on the avenue the prince was walking on below, but looked up at the forest and river beyond the castle, and the mountains and sunrise further away. Those places of freedom where one can never go should always have the wind blowing. The young girl threw the silk silk in her hand. The silk unfolded in mid-air, held by the wind, tumbling, slow to fall. Suddenly, a strong wind rose up and sent the silk back to the young girl's hand, while blowing her wedding dress and long hair high up in the air. The next second, it was the familiar figure appeared in front of her. The young man, no, it is more appropriate to call him the god of wind at this moment, never before fierce air currents around his whole body, rampant, rubbing the air around him are rattling. All the objects on the terrace were blown to shake, and even the girl herself had to bend hard to barely stand still. On the avenue in front of the castle, the bridal party had been blown eastward and westward by the more violent winds, and collapsed. The wind god extended his hand towards the maiden: "Will you come with me?" Come with me to see this vast world, never stop and enjoy total freedom until the end of time. Even if you can't even have a real kiss or a real hug in this life. But at least I have your song and you have my wind. The young girl was stunned at first, but soon a bright smile appeared on her face, only to see her tug on the hem of her skirt, resolutely stepped on the balcony railing, leaping towards the wind god in mid-air. The people below the castle let out a shout of surprise. Immediately afterwards, the view was obscured by the countless objects raised by the huge wind, which was too violent and fierce, blowing for dozens of miles is the sky and darkness, nothing can be seen. After a long time, the wind gradually stopped, the shocked people one by one from the shelter, panic face to face. No one was killed or injured, but the princess was lost. No one ever saw her again. But until much later, the land still circulates the legend that whenever you walk into a beautiful place, please quiet your mind and listen carefully to the sound of the wind sweeping through, it will be very pleasant, very melodious. Because it hides the bride of the wind god full of happiness singing. The wind does not stop, love also continues forever. END double ending two (tragic version) the day of the princess's wedding, the ceremony was very grand, the prince of a neighboring country proudly riding on a white horse towards the castle, the bridal party in front of the castle on the avenue lined up a long. A young girl in a white wedding dress stood on a high terrace, her eyes did not fall on the avenue the prince was walking on below, but looked up to the forest and river beyond the castle, and the mountains and sunrise further away. Those distant places where one cannot go, there should always be a wind blowing, right? "Goodbye." The young girl smiled with relief, "I will not let my tears be seen as long as I am in a place where there is wind." Then she turned and left the terrace, circling down staircase after staircase. Never looking back. According to those who were there, a good wind suddenly blew around the princess as she got into her wedding car. The wind was full of flower petals, different colors, different kinds, and even different regions and seasons of flowering. It was as if someone had given the princess a great gift, so that when she got married, she would see all the flowers in the world. The princess just silently leaned against the window and watched, then opened the window and threw the silk in her hand. The silk unfolded in mid-air, held by the wind, tumbled, and did not fall. It never fell until the princess's wedding car disappeared beyond the distant mountains. Many years later, when the former wind god had traveled every inch of the world and felt tired, he stopped briefly to rest in a forest. The woods surround a flat lawn, is a quiet cemetery. It happened to be holding a funeral here. They mourned a very respected old royal woman, according to the people present whispered that the old woman had lived a life of propriety, dignity and self-restraint. Although midway through the numerous changes and twists and turns, experienced a lot of unbearable pain, but she always maintained a surprisingly calm, never in front of anyone to show the sad color. Not even a single tear has been shed. The voices of all these discussions followed the flow of the wind and reached the ears of the Wind God. Today, he has long ceased to be the same young man, from the time he left the castle, the original stagnant in his body began to flow again, in a few decades has passed more than the past thousand years. The passing time, along with the countless distances traveled over the years, the countless landscapes seen, together with the mark of vicissitudes on his body. "Even if we can see each other again ......" the aging wind god looked in the direction of the funeral and smiled bitterly, "...... you don't recognize me, right? " After all, it's not just the wind that can't stop and wait for someone. People also will always go forward, can not stop where they are, waiting for the wind to rise again. Near the end of the funeral, a sudden violent wind blew, blowing those present to stagger, nearly unable to stand. I do not know where to fall out of a silk, has been held in mid-air by the wind, tumbling, but slow to fall. And the wind whistles, as if singing a mournful song. Such as grievances such as mourning, such as sobbing like a complaint.