The Savior from entry to escape

Nuliang Rikusheng felt that he forgot something.

He dreams, some specious dreams.

There are tall torii gates painted vermilion, and rows of lanterns stretching along the road.

The sky is beautiful and the moon is bright, and the water in the courtyard is bright.

A luxuriant night cherry tree, the shades of flowers and branches set off the dark and light colors of the garden, stretching its branches with the breeze.

What is so strange about cherry blossoms?

In the courtyard of Nura Rikusho's house, there are also eight red-branched weeping cherry blossoms. Sometimes he leans against the tree at night and looks at the sky. The sky is full of stars, and the falling cherry blossoms will also float in front of him.

Just stretch out your hand a little, and they will all land lightly in your palm.

Nura Rikusheng doesn't hate Sakura.

Cherry blossoms are often associated with some beautiful images.

Like dewdrops on grass blades, the shadow of the moon hangs upside down in the water, fleeting, like a dream, because its elegance is sought after by people.

But so what?

Nuliang Rikusheng didn't think that an ordinary cherry blossom could arouse his so much obsession, so that it kept appearing in his dreams.

Emotions are a wonderful thing.

Even though Nuliang Rikusheng told himself in his heart how common and ordinary this cherry blossom tree was, he only needed to take a look at this courtyard, and all kinds of emotions rushed into his heart.

That emotion was too real, too subtle, even after waking up from that hazy dream, he remembered this kind of loss clearly.

So he felt that he had forgotten something, something important.

But what could he forget?

Although I really don't want to admit it, because of my submissive personality during the day, Nura Rikusheng has never left Ukiyo-e Town for long-distance travel, and the farthest place he has gone is just going out on a school bus with his classmates when he was in elementary school.

Although the demonized Nuliang Lusheng thinks he is more mature than the human one, in the short ten years of his life experience, he doesn't think he has anything to tell a story about.

He couldn't remember anything about the courtyard, and he didn't have the slightest memory of it during the day.

Nuliang Lusheng felt annoyed at being teased, and he even began to suspect that this came from a monster who had never been masked to fool him——

However, it seems that this scene will not be disturbed by his emotions and eagerness to explore, and it still appears intermittently in his dreams.

This is a very wonderful feeling. At first, the scene in the courtyard was like a dilapidated and faded old photo, an old picture scroll that has not been properly kept for many years.

It's like when Xuenv Bingli is concentrating on watching a TV series, the program group can't help but start playing boring and long commercials.

Under the useless anxiety and confusion, Nura Rikusheng's dream finally made new progress.

He saw the Kyoto thousands of years ago, a different Hyakki nocturnal.

The boundary between the ancient mountains, rivers and sea, the rising sun, the crowd festival and fireworks in the millennium capital, the spring feast full of flowers and people, the city of the sun shining in the sun like a dream.

There is also the onmyoji who rides the wind and returns with the raccoon.

The blue eyes are reminiscent of the vast sea and the clear blue sky. Travelers looking at the mountains and seas can't find a clearer color than it. It is softer than smoke, like summer is about to clear soft drops of water from the clouds to the cheeks.

The soft moonlight falls on this courtyard.

A girl's hair should be golden, he thought, a color similar to the dawn and the morning sun.

Nura Rikusheng felt a strange peace, as if seeing an old friend for many years.

Feelings are a wonderful thing, and so are memories.

He began to be sure that he had forgotten something, and sometimes it is like this, you will accidentally sweep your own experience to the corner of your memory, and completely think that you have forgotten it.

But they are like plants that have been wilted in the summer, they can become fresh with a little water.

This is what really happened, and he always prides himself on being calm.

But this calmness seemed so immature in the vortex of emotions, he used his few rationality to maintain his inner thinking, and tried to force himself to look at this onmyoji.

His golden eyes, his reflection, were reflected in the girl's eyes.

He should be vigilant about this dream of unknown origin.

But he didn't disclose it to any of his family members.

The unknown should create unease.

But the prudent nature of the monster is like a wall built of sand, even without too much force, even if sitting here without any movement, this trust is enough to knock down his defenses from the inside.

Nuliang Lusheng felt that if he talked about his feelings with others during the day, Mao Zong prostitute would reach out and touch his head, and asked Bingli to apply ice cubes to his forehead.

On the other hand, he felt that this was a hoax, or a dream that would make people reverse reality like a serial drama.

There is always something grotesque about this dream.

People, including monsters, always believed in the reality of their dreams when they dreamed, but now it was just an illusion when he happened to fall into a cliché.

Dreams are often unreasonable.

This onmyoji, the friend in his dream, may tell him in the next second that Nuliang Rikusheng is a big monster living in Heianjing. , As long as the seven dragon balls are retrieved, they can return to the top.

After he wakes up from the dream, he will realize the weirdness of the dream, and thinks that it may be because of the stressful Ye Youmeng that he felt when he was eager to take on the responsibility of the third generation of the Nura Group.

However, the girl did not say these joking words as he wished, and her behavior has been very quiet so far.

She was sitting opposite Nuliang Rikusheng, under the night cherry blossoms.

It's not like those women that Nuliang Lu saw in his life, or the tenderness of the ancient Ji Jun described in the book, but when facing him, he is calm and calm, although he is relaxed——

But there is still a kind of indescribable sharpness.

Seeing that Nuliang Rikusheng didn't speak, the girl tapped on the chessboard lightly with the chess piece.

"What's wrong."

This is the first time that Nuliang Rikusheng heard others talking in this dream.

Logically speaking, this was also the first time the girl spoke in front of him.

But he suddenly had an inexplicable nostalgia for this scene in his heart, as if he had played chess with this person under the cherry tree countless times.

This is true.

He convinced himself again.

"If you want to regret the game, you can't do it." There was a smile in her voice, and there was an inexplicable ridicule in it.

He finally picked up Heizi, and joked with the onmyoji familiarly: "... I think you are forcing your own ideas on me."

It's not a joke, Nuliang Rikusheng thinks this is what the girl in front of him really did.

The dream will wake up soon, what will not stay.

But Nuliang Lusheng in the daytime saw the girl in his dream soon after feeling lost for a period of time.

This time was different from all the situations in the dream.

It is real and it is clear.

Invited by Xia Feng, the footsteps naturally walked towards the river beach.

There are many pedestrians coming and going on the trail, and some tourists take a rest here.

"Sorry..." Before approaching, Nuliang Rikusheng couldn't wait to speak.

The girl who was walking with the white-haired boy leisurely signaled her companion to leave, as if they had talked together like this a long time ago, the girl turned her head and waved, showing him a smile.

"Sorry... It seems that you haven't really grown up yet, Lu Sheng."

She left without even telling him her name.

Only a few doubts remain.

The author has something to say:

The young master of Heianjing is the young master who has awakened.

And the current Lu Sheng has not experienced anything yet.

On that day, we will never know how thick the filter about Uesugi is in the eyes of Shikigami who has no memory.