Red Medicine

That was the first time we met. He was standing under the tree, wearing ink clothes. He had been there for an unknown amount of time. His head was covered with snowflakes. He looked up at me, his eyes were cold, but there was a hint of playfulness at the corners of his lips. My small glass cup stood on his open left hand. He smiled: You are a red pill... The intonation is gentle, but the ending sound is soft. Is it determination? Or have questions? And that chuckle that seemed to have deep meaning was not important after all. Because of that gentle call, I lost my only chance to become a ten-tailed celestial fox and become an immortal.