[Inuyasha] Looking back at Chaoshan Heng

I feel that I have slept for a long time, a sleep so deep that it is almost drowning, and I can hardly dream.

The feeling of the bed and quilt is very familiar, after all, I have spent nearly four years here.He stood up in a daze, his long hair fell to the front, and the already dark room made it more difficult to concentrate.

I plucked my hair, guessing that if I change my current appearance, I can play the role of Sadako in real color.The eye sockets are a little sore due to long sleep, and even the vision is always hazy with the blinking, and I can't see clearly for a long time.

Under such a premise, hearing is much more useful than vision.The sound of the rain outside the house was a bit too loud, it was the kind of crackling sound that would make the flesh hurt just by hearing the sound.

Perhaps it was this sound that woke me up.

Turning over slightly, I tried to get out of the embrace behind me.While it does feel warm, I'm sure it just makes me want to lie still and maybe be the first human being to die of sleep.

On the quilt near the waist, there is an arm lying across.The movement of getting up was easily suppressed, followed by inertia, and turned me over.

The inner room was blocked by dark heavy curtains most of the light, I raised my head in the darkness.The face at the top of the slant, which is close at hand, is looking at me unpredictablely.

"..."

Well, I sighed silently in my heart.Is this what you mean by wanting to settle accounts?

After all, the last memory is the highest place he brought to the city. The memory shock and two days of not sleeping well, I barely woke up for a long time, and fell asleep in a half-drowsy state.

[How long have I been asleep? ]

In the end, I still asked him this way, sorry I can only think of this topic.

Naraku stared at me for a long time, with the look of an adult waiting for the child to admit his mistake obediently, but he didn't expect the child to wake up and say that he was definitely wrong.

"Seven days," he finally answered me, and added a cold snort of yin and yang: "I thought you would have to sleep for another month this time."

[Oh,] I nodded, [I think I've had enough sleep now, I can get up. ]

"..." He fell silent.

[What's wrong? ] I looked at him, [Is there anything to say, can you stop discussing in such a black hole under the quilt?It's really easy to get sleepy. ]

"..." He remained silent for a little longer, but finally said, "Okay."

The figure of the other party disappeared behind the half-opened door, the familiar and strong breath lost the dirty and chaotic feeling as early as four years ago.But maybe because of this closeness after four years, it actually gave me a sense of strangeness like seeing it for the first time.

I thought of his expression that seemed to be choked and unable to vomit, and I couldn't help laughing out loud.After coughing lightly twice, he controlled his smile, complex emotions flooding his heart.

"Hey."

I heard my own sigh, a real voice, the slight hoarseness of the vocal cords rubbing against the air, instead of the breathy sound that just flowed through the mouth.

This nearly one-month departure finally ended in such an almost oolong ending.But it’s not without gains, at least I brushed shoulders with death, captured the hope of life, and returned to normal voice.

It is said that deep in the human brain, memories from childhood to adulthood are stored every minute and every second.It's just that most of them are gradually blurred in the unknown depths, and what can be left in the surface consciousness is an extremely tiny part.

But sometimes, because of external stimuli, related memories are often instinctively evoked.

During this period of coma, too many memories were staged one after another in my mind.I remembered one night four or five years ago, when I got drunk and was taken to the back garden by Naraku.At that time, due to the influence of alcohol, my brain lost its ability to judge "routine". Perhaps it was for this reason that I knew that I could already speak.

That night when I came to this world, when the eight-year-old child was still conscious, I could only bend over like a puppet, letting her pull me uncontrollably.In the end, she didn't wait for timely rescue, and when the last crying and screaming burst into my ears, I felt severe pain like tearing my throat.

When I woke up again, everything was settled, as if this was my body, without the obvious sense of loss of control before.This all explains what happened, and since then I have lost the ability to speak.

In the first few years, I tried countless times, but no "miracle" happened.So I always thought that losing my voice was the price I paid for my second life, which I don't know if I should call it a soul.

But the facts seem to be wrong, at least that one accident proved it.Maybe since I don't know which year, my throat has gradually healed and recovered. I don't know what Naraku was thinking, so he never told me.

"Naraku."

When I pronounced the name, my voice still had a low hoarseness that could not fade away.It is normal for an organ that has not been used for many years.Even I may need to recuperate for a long time before I can speak like a normal person.

Naraku's aura quickly faded away, and finally stopped at what should be the outer courtyard.As he left, another breath was getting closer and closer.I didn't hear footsteps, but I could feel the man getting closer.

In other words, it is a demon, familiar yet unfamiliar, not human breath.

White hair, white kimono.The maid's hair style that was once unified has changed, and it seems that part of it has been cut off, and it is only spread to the shoulders, and the same white floral decorations are fixed on both sides.

"Ah Xu?"

Although there were some guesses, when I actually saw it, it was still surprising.The other party still bowed to me with a blank face, even more so than before - the human breath that still existed at that time completely disappeared.

Instead, there was a much stronger, but still faint, misty breath like fog.That's not a demonic aura, let alone a human aura.With that kind of weird feeling, I am even convinced that for other monsters, the girl in front of me has become a monster without a monster.

"Your Majesty, please call me Kanna."

She said so without any ups and downs, without any doubts about my voice.The emotions that once belonged to "A Xu" and were silent deep in his heart seemed to be buried deeper.

But some things remain the same, such as the subtle similarities in previous habits, expressions, and detailed movements.

A Xu, or someone who is not familiar with the way, helped me to tie up my long hair, looked at the image in the mirror, and continued in a low voice: "The young master and Kagura have not returned to the city, maybe they will come back tomorrow. Naraku please You go to the outer room later, he has something to show you."

The author has something to say: Liang is finally able to speak in double quotation marks, so touched (hey

Regarding addressing, it seems that Naraku's avatars/bodies call him by his name directly

Then, taking into account the respect and love (?) of Kanmu Kagura for Ryo, they basically retained their inner feelings, and used the same name for Ryo for many years, and Chizi was also used by Aiwu and Wu (?) as an honorific name... umm so