[Ghost Slayer: Blade] My big move is locked!

We never thought that it would be Mrs. Kanae who appeared here, and we couldn't explain to her the reason for not going home at this time and still staying in school.

Seeing our faltering, she seemed to understand, and showed an expression of sudden understanding, "You guys really, no matter how reluctant you are, you can't go back so late, we can still meet tomorrow!"

It took me a while to realize what she meant. I wanted to explain but couldn't find any good reason to refute.

I wanted to go back to see if Tanjiro was still there while she was gone, but I was asked to go with her, so I reluctantly followed her out of the school gate with Tanjiro.

Strange to say, all the weird phenomena seem to have ceased to exist since the appearance of Mr. Kanae, as if everything is just an illusion.

I looked back unwillingly, and there was still a quiet darkness, nothing left.

Looking at Teacher Kanae again, she secretly raised an index finger at me behind the back of the boy walking in front, and blinked her eyes.

Seeing her acting like this, I still don't understand.

Suppressing the surprise in my heart, we walked out of the school gate and parted ways. Tanjiro seemed to have something to say to me. I stood still and waited for him to say. What he wants to say to me, since he doesn't say it, I don't have to force it.

I shook my head and said that I should go back by myself, and let him go home early, so as not to worry the family members.

When I got home, I ate something to fill my stomach. After I took a shower, I immediately lay down on the bed. I couldn’t sleep but I didn’t want to play with my phone. I just kept thinking about what happened tonight. In connection, I remembered that Tanjiro said before that Tanjiro was also called Tanjiro, they both look the same, twins are not so similar, Tanjiro also said that he knew me...

Is it really the same person?

Is that dream real?

I struggled for a while, kicked off the quilt, stepped on slippers, went to the living room and walked around the sofa thinking, the spring night was quite cold, and the living room was cool, I sneezed several times before I couldn’t help shrinking back to the bed inside.

As a result, when I woke up the next day, I found that I unfortunately had a fever.

I had no choice but to force myself to eat something first, take some antipyretics after a while, and then call the teacher to ask for leave.

Tanjirou in the dream kept dangling in front of my eyes. Sometimes I was talking to him, and he laughed all of a sudden, and even reached out to touch my head. I felt a little sweet in my heart...

When I heard the doorbell, I thought I was delusional, sat up in a trance from the bed, and listened to the doorbell from outside very patiently one after another, I used my burnt-out brain to think about it After a while, I thought it might be that my master who lost the key came back. He didn’t know how to call me. What’s the use of ringing the doorbell? !

I didn't have a good temper when I was not feeling well. I kicked the quilt away full of resentment, and I didn't know who I was arguing with. I rushed to open the door with my bare feet wrapped in a gust of wind, and said in a strange way: "Please Can you please give me a call next time when you come back, what if I'm not at home?"

After talking for a long time, no one responded, I paused, feeling something was wrong, and when I raised my head to look at the person, I realized that the person who came was not my master, but the person I read from last night until I fell asleep.

It seems that I had a dream about him just now...

Tanjiro in normal clothes suddenly appeared in front of me. He was holding a big paper bag and looked at me innocently with wide-eyed eyes. I also stared at him blankly, not knowing how to react.

He bowed slightly and explained his purpose of coming: "Sorry, I took the liberty to visit you suddenly. I heard from the teacher that you were sick and didn't come to school, so I came here without permission...Did I disturb you?"

My mind was still a little confused, and I subconsciously said, "No, welcome."

As I said that, I pushed open the door to let him in. I scratched my messy hair, and secretly saw that there was no one following him, as if he came alone... I held back the corners of my mouth, and I couldn't help but feel better .

He asked, "Are you feeling better, have you taken your medicine?"

"have eaten."

I closed the door, followed behind him and said, "Did you sleep well last night? I'm sorry to involve you in such a bad thing." I don't know if Tan No. [-] is okay?

"Huh? What's the matter?" He put the paper bag on the table, turned to look at me and said, "Is it the thing on duty? It's okay, I didn't take it to heart! I slept very well last night!"

I suddenly looked up at him, and after a moment of dumb silence, I tentatively said, "We...are we going back after the day's work?"

He tilted his head, wondering why I said this: "Yes! Nedouzi also asked me why I came back so late. It's strange to say, it seems that I did go back late last night, and the cleaning was done soon... "

I remembered the rule of being an Onmyoji: no matter what, we must not let ordinary people know everything about us and ghosts, and even if we let them know, we must find a way to hide it.

In fact, there is a supplement at the end of that rule: If it is really impossible to conceal, extraordinary means must be used to erase the memory.

With a bright smile, he opened the paper bag with a snap and showed me that it was full of delicious bread. He said he made it himself, and hoped that I would get better soon after eating it.

I lowered my head and clenched my hands, nails digging into the flesh.

The memory of last night is only known to me, and so is the existence of Tan No. [-].

I don’t know if it’s because as the memory of that dream became clearer, my emotions towards Tanjiro became more and more complicated. Now I can’t stand even a small part of his memory being erased.

Driven by this strange emotion, I moved closer to him, and he backed away subconsciously, with his back leaning against the edge of the table. On both sides of the waist, raised his head to look into his eyes and blurted out: "Do you believe that people have past lives?"

"Eh? Past life?" He lowered his head, the corners of his lips brushed my forehead inadvertently, his body froze, his jaw snapped in panic, and he felt like he was about to sit on the table.

I watched his movements and opened my mouth blankly, but couldn't say anything.

How can I tell him that I saw him in a dream, that he saved me, that their family is very good... I may have different feelings for him, and the Tan No. [-] that appeared last night was that dream real evidence.

I really want to tell him, but I can't tell him, what should I say about this kind of thing, only I remember, only I have this memory, I don't know if this is my memory, and now I am To him, he is just an ordinary classmate, and he is still a bit strange. He came to visit me when I was sick because of his enthusiasm. If I told him, would he think I was lying and offended?

...it all feels like a dream come true.

I withdrew my hand, took two steps back to distance myself from him, rubbed my nose and said, "I'm sorry, my brain is a little confused, and I speak without thinking, so don't take it to heart."

"I'm sorry," he said, "did I make you feel bad?"

I had a sore nose, I don't know if it was because I was sick and my whole person became sentimental, so hypocritical that a single sentence almost made me cry.

"Do you like bread?" He picked up a piece of bread and handed it to me, "Eating something sweet will improve your mood!"

His appearance was extremely serious, to the point where no matter how cruel-hearted a person would be willing to refuse.

I don't really like sweet things, but because he gave them to me, I am willing to accept them. It would be even better if I could make him happy.

I took a bite of the soft bread, and the sweet taste filled my mouth. My appetite, which I had no appetite, suddenly improved, and I felt that I was very hungry at this time.

After eating half a loaf, I remembered to ask him: "Do you want a snack?"

Without waiting for his answer, I ran into the room and took out a bunch of snacks and piled them in front of him, and pressed him on the shoulder to let him sit on the chair: "Here, you eat!"

I unwrapped a bag of chips and handed it to him, and he waved, "Thanks, but I don't... well, okay."

I immediately put away my weeping expression, smiled and looked at him with my eyes bent.

I didn't know how to please a person, so I simply gave him everything I had. Watching him eat my snacks, I felt inexplicably refreshed by feeding small animals.

He lowered his eyes, pursed his light-colored lips from time to time, and the tip of his tongue would sneak out to lick the debris on the corners of his lips. I remembered that when he was having lunch at school, he would often eat rice grains in his mouth, obviously In normal times, he is always reliable like an adult, and he is the one who takes care of others, but when he eats, he is like a child. The contrast suddenly comes out, and it feels really cute.

I sat across from him, leaning on my arm and looking at him sideways, feeling extremely satisfied.

I watched his bulging cheeks itch and felt like a hamster, always wanting to poke.

Obviously the body feels very tired, but the spirit is very excited, can't wait to circle around Tanjirou.

I know that my situation seems wrong, but I can't control it, and I even want to indulge myself, telling myself that everything is wrong because I am sick.

I looked at him distractedly, and took a closer look at him, from the scar on his forehead to the collarbone protruding from the neckline, I wanted to remember it deeply in my heart, I wished I could hug him tightly and never let go.

He broke open an orange and gave me half of it. I ate a piece and put it down because it felt very sour.

"Is it very sour?" He ate a piece, asked strangely, and licked a little orange juice from his lips. I blinked and asked curiously, "Is it very sweet?"

He nodded sincerely, and I said I would try again, so I stretched out my hand to him and tapped his lips, the soft touch under the fingertips was like jelly, while he was stunned, I retracted it and licked it, As if eating the jelly into his mouth: "It's really sweet."

Inch by inch of red color slowly heated up from his neck to the top of his head, white smoke rose like boiling water.

I smiled at him, and wanted to stand up and hug him, but as soon as I got up, I felt dizzy, my eyes were blurred, and I almost fell down again, so I hurriedly supported the table, feeling like I wanted to vomit Desire boils in the stomach.

Tanjiro walked around the table to support me, stretched out his hand to touch my forehead, and said with a serious face, "Why is it so hot?"

I shook my head slightly, I didn't have any extra strength to speak, and I used it all to endure vomiting, so I could only rely on him.

"excuse me."

He helped me back to the room and stuffed me into the quilt. Only then did he realize that I was barefoot all the time without shoes, so he sighed helplessly, turned around and left.

I sneezed, sat up quickly, grabbed the corner of his clothes and said pitifully, "Are you leaving?"

Can you stay with me again?

"No, I'm not leaving!" Seeing that I was about to cry, he hurriedly comforted me.

I pursed my lips, said "oh" in a low voice, slowly let go of my hands and lay back, keeping my eyes on Tanjiro, afraid that he would sneak away.

I wanted to keep staring at them, but I didn't expect that as soon as my head touched the pillow, I would betray me and lose my memory without authorization.

I don’t know how long I slept in a daze, and when I regained consciousness, I found that my hands on the quilt were interlocked by someone’s fingers, and I vaguely heard him call me plum. At this time, my nose smelled a faint sour orange With a sweet taste, I reached out and touched my face ignorantly, feeling that the soft and moist touch still remained there.

So I turned my head to look at him with wide eyes, and asked hoarsely, "Did you kiss me just now?"

Tanjiro, who was leaning against the pillow, blushed so much that it was almost the same color as his own hair. He squeezed the corner of my quilt nervously, and admitted very honestly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, but I just couldn't help it." ..."

I said, "Can't resist kissing me?"

He pursed his lips: "Yeah."

I said: "I didn't react just now, you can kiss again."

Seeing him stunned, I added: "Just a face kiss, I owe you everything else first, and I'll pay you back when I recover from my illness."

The author has something to say: Although this charcoal lost a memory, it also recovered a memory_(:з"∠)_