Plane Convenience Store

A bowl of Ji rice, a plate of dried radish, and a bowl of miso soup made from hot pot base.

Sometimes dried radishes are replaced with seasonal vegetables, and occasionally there is a pickled fish, which is the whole dinner.

The same is true for Snow Maiden.

"I really want to try the miso soup that Izumo Kunimori praised so much."

Although she was teased by Kamo Jinharu before, Yukino just struggled for a while, dipped the dried radish in the miso soup, and then put the whole piece of radish in her mouth.

"so spicy!"

As soon as the dried radish was in the mouth, Xue Nu's tears gushed out.

Unlike ordinary women, her tears condensed into crystal ice cubes as soon as they fell, and fell down her fair face until they reached the skirt of her clothes.

"It's spicy." She said with tears, "Izumo Kunimori's miso doesn't have this kind of taste."

"Well, I heard from that person from the Tang Dynasty that the spicy miso soup tastes the best, so the four packs I bought are all like this." He Mao Renqing spread his hands and said, "Is it really this spicy?"

"My lord, why don't you just try it?" Xue Nu choked on He Mao Renqing while wiping her tears.

But even though Xue Nu was too hot, she didn't stop her movements.

She poured all the dried radishes into the miso soup in one go. She didn't even bother to eat the rice. She kept eating the radishes and shed tears while eating.

"It seems that the taste is really good, otherwise you wouldn't eat it like this."

Although the appetite was aroused by Yukino's eating appearance, He Mao Renqing learned the lesson of Yukio and did not rashly move his chopsticks. Instead, he poured the water in the copper pot into the miso soup, and poured the red soup to make it thinner. Then soak the dried radish, pick up the chopsticks and eat it.

"Hiss, delicious."

He had already prepared in his heart, and he didn't panic the moment the spicy taste entered his mouth, but savored it carefully.

With the seasoning of spicy peppers, the bland dried radish became attractive again, making him unable to stop his chopsticks until he swept away all the dried radish just like Xue Nu.

"As expected of the food that the emperor is full of praise for."

After eating a plate of dried radish, the two expressed the same emotion.

However, Ji Fan didn't move at all when she was busy eating radishes just now.

So the two learned the method handed down by the court, pouring miso soup into Ji rice, and waited for the snow-white rice to absorb all the spicy red soup before holding the bowl and eating the rice cleanly.

After the servants took away the dishes, the two of them lay down on the tree trunk and watched the moon with satisfied faces.

During the period, Xuenv still felt hot and uncomfortable, so she made an ice cube and put it in her mouth, which lowered the temperature of her red tongue.

"It feels so good after drinking warm miso soup. It's just right to eat something hot in autumn."

He Mao Renqing's whole body was warm, and his whole body became sluggish.

Resting against the tree trunk, this comfortable and happy state dispelled his anxiety, but gradually, it made him want to skip work.

Anyway, there is no major event in Heian-kyo recently, and Kagura Dance is not under his control, so he just said that he is not feeling well, so he should take a long vacation.

He happily made his decision.

Convenience store

After He Mao Renqing went back, Lu Lu's mood suddenly became very bad.

Regardless of whether the Onmyoji this time was a parallel importer or not, his warning gave him an ominous premonition.

After a few hours of obsession, Lu Lu couldn't bear it until after ten o'clock, and planned to close the shop early for a rest.

During the period, the vampire hunter came, and he and Song Cheng shared the food that was about to expire.

However, Lu Lu had something on his mind, so he didn't pay attention to these things. Instead, he told Song Cheng a few words, and hurriedly hung up the sign and returned to the room.

"Can this spell really work?"

Lu Lu looked at the illegible ghost painting talisman in his hand, and his heart was filled with infinite doubts.

It's not that he doesn't believe Mr. Onmyoji's good intentions, but that he has experienced too many blows and dare not expect too much.

Although he didn't expect it to be effective, before going to sleep, he still stuffed a spell into his drowsy pocket as the onmyoji instructed, and then turned on the light to fall asleep.

A night without dreams.

"Jingle bell—"

At six in the morning, Lu Lu was woken up by the alarm clock.

Unlike the usual sleepiness, this time he woke up extremely refreshed, and even his face was a little rosy from the good sleep.

After waking up, he reflexively touched the charm in his pocket, and it turned out that the charm was intact, not even a corner was missing.

So did his peaceful sleep last night have anything to do with this spell?

Lu Lu remembered that this was Zhang An's mantra, which could dispel nightmares and help sleep.

Moreover, Mr. Onmyoji said that this calming spell will not expire after three months, so it will not burn like a charm to drive away ghosts.

Lu Lu didn't know if this was true or not, but his sleep quality had always been poor. If he slept soundly for several days in a row, it would probably be able to confirm the words of this onmyoji.

No matter what the result was, he was very grateful to the Onmyoji for his kindness.

Daily morning exercises, breakfast, painting, the day slipped away in an orderly life.

That night, shortly after Lu Lu put up the signboard, he met an unexpected guest.

A painter he dreamed of seeing.

With protruding browbones, deep-set eye sockets, fiery red hair, and those quiet and lonely eyes, anyone who sees him will immediately think of his name.

Vincent van Gogh.

If you're not familiar with his portrait, seeing him with only one ear will make it all the more obvious.

Such a famous painter.

However, many people only remember his name because of his sky-high painting "Sunflower".

"Mr. Van Gogh, Mr. Van Gogh."

Lu Lu thought he had yelled, but after reciting Van Gogh's name countless times, he suddenly realized that he was too excited to speak.

No wonder Mr. Van Gogh kept his head down in thought and didn't look at him.

Seeing Mr. Van Gogh who lowered his head in thought, his throat felt dry for a while.

He thought of "Starry Night", "Sunflower", and the unfortunate life of Vincent van Gogh.

But thinking of the end, his mind went blank, he just stared blankly at Van Gogh, losing the ability to think.

Standing in front of him was a devout painter.

Whether it is beautiful or ugly, evil or pure, he will present it on the paintings without reservation.

Even if you cut your own soul, you must pursue art with the most sincere attitude.

"Mr. Van Gogh."

Afraid that he would lose his composure in front of his idol, Lu Lu tried his best to stabilize his trembling voice. He wanted to sound like a normal person, but he still failed in the end.

Fortunately, his broken voice still attracted Van Gogh's attention.

He saw the real, alive Vincent van Gogh, walking towards him.

Don't get excited, don't get excited.

Didn't you just see Van Gogh?What are you excited about?

You are someone who has even seen a magician!

Although he hypnotized himself like this, when Van Gogh walked up to him, Lu Lu couldn't help but blush.

The person in front of me is none other than Van Gogh!

That is the Van Gogh that countless painters believed in!

When he saw his idol suddenly, he was not prepared, and the first thing he said was just his name.So the next thing is the second sentence to the idol, what should he say?

Lu Lu didn't have time to think about it, and when Van Gogh stopped, he said a word without thinking: "Mr. Van Gogh, welcome to the future!"

future?

Lu Lu saw a flash of surprise in the idol's eyes, but he didn't care about anything else, and said all the introductions in one go.

Under Lu Lu's confusing introduction, Comrade Vincent Van Gogh finally understood what was going on, and successfully found the culprit who brought him here, a stone that fell from the sky and rested in his hair. .

"Mr. Van Gogh, it's rare for you to come to see your paintings!"

In Lulu Xianglai, the biggest obsession of a painter and a creator is to hope that his paintings can be passed down for thousands of years.

Lu Lu asked himself, he himself has this desire, or in other words, this is a common problem of all creators.

I want the world to see, I want to be recognized by others, and I want my name to be remembered. I don’t allow my paintings to be sealed until 1000 years, 1 years, when human beings are also forgotten by time.

However, Lu Lu knew that his current level was limited, and his paintings could not stand the test of time.

Therefore, when he met Van Gogh who traveled through time and space, he wanted this great man to enjoy the fruits of victory even more.

He didn't get fair treatment during his lifetime, but if he has this opportunity, he must let him know how popular his paintings are.

So, after saying something to his idol, Lu Lu opened his notebook and entered the word Van Gogh in front of him, and countless entries immediately popped up on the screen, making people dazzled.

"Mr. Van Gogh, this is the evaluation of you by later generations."

Lu Lu found that the idol had been staring at one place intently, and he quietly followed the idol's line of sight, only to find that the idol's gaze stayed on the Baidu picture.

"Idol, no, it's Mr. Van Gogh, this is a notebook, because your paintings are very popular, so whether it's on the Internet or in reality, your paintings are all over it."

"And here is China, one of the most populous countries in the world. Not only in Europe, your paintings have spread all over the world, and people in every country like your paintings very much."

When Van Gogh gazed at his paintings, Lu Lu kept praising the idol with different words.

Afterwards, he sensitively sensed the idol's intentions, so he told him about the appreciation and analysis of his paintings by various fanboys and girls, and by the way, how much his paintings are sold today, converted into francs of his time is How much has been said.

Mr. Van Gogh, your paintings can be sold for more than two hundred francs. Although you hoped to sell this price during your lifetime, you underestimated yourself too much!

Your art surpassed the times, so people at that time could not understand it, but some people’s thoughts must surpass the times, so it’s not that your paintings are not good, but those people’s aesthetics are wrong!

Van Gogh kept his mouth tightly pressed into a straight line, so Lu Lu couldn't judge the mentality of the idol.

When the idol was alive, he criticized the public for not knowing the art of living. Only when the painter died, his paintings would be worth a hundred times. So did the idol feel ironic, or did he feel the excitement of being recognized?

In a moment of uneasiness, Lu Lu finally saw his idol speak.

"Thank you."

Vincent van Gogh was not ecstatic or crying, just a smile from the bottom of his heart.

Shallow, quiet, almost nothing.

But that's enough.

Although the idol was smiling, Lu Lu suddenly burst into tears.

The author has something to say: Look at how nice I am to the protagonist!I have never seen Lu Xun!

This chapter took twice as long as usual, and it was still ruined. I'm sorry Mr. Van Gogh...

Also, I originally wanted to write Akutagawa Ryunosuke. This writer had a passage before his death, which probably meant that he became a soul. He secretly looked at whether there are still people reading his own books in later generations. I thought that picture was very interesting, and I wanted him (in my broken book) to get his wish.It must be super interesting for the protagonist to read the book review of this literary giant aloud.

In addition, I also want him to watch Wenhao Stray Dogs, to see how he reacts when he is changed into this by the devil.And let him know that he has a fan boy named Osamu Dazai, because he committed suicide for the first time.I hope he can take good care of this troubled child after he goes back. It’s too bad that he hasn’t been awarded the Akutagawa Award.