Boss Scraps likes me too much, what should I do?

The night is already deep, and the stars are dotted in the distant sky. The breeze blows the air-conditioning with stars. Because of the light rain in the past two days, there is still some humidity in the air. The flowers in the yard are wet by the rain. At the end of the petals, there is a drop of dew crumbling.

Crescent Moon didn't sleep, he was sitting behind the table in the wide room and was carefully coloring the mask in his hand with a paintbrush. The oil lamp with candlelight beside him made the shadow of Crescent Moon extraordinarily large.

Draw the dazzling sun on the left side of the mask mainly in gold and red, and then draw the five sense organs of the fox. When the last stroke is done, Yuanyi's mask is completed. Yueya puts the mask on the table carefully. Watching, then nodded with satisfaction.Just because of the humid weather, the lacquer on Yuanyi's mask dried too slowly, and Yueya didn't have the patience to wait, so she used her demon power to dry the mask quickly.

Because it was the first time to make the mask, the corners of the mask were still a little rough, and Yueya rubbed it with her fingertips for a long time to make sure that wearing the mask would not make Yuanyi feel uncomfortable before she was relieved.

Crescent Moon blew out the oil lamps around her, and the room instantly became dark. The rapid change of light and darkness would block the sight of ordinary people for a while, but for Crescent Moon, even walking in the dark is like walking in the light. land.

Closed the shoji door behind her, Yueya walked towards her own room, Yuanyi lived in the same room with him, and had already gone to bed early.

He didn't put the mask next to Yuanyi's pillow, and stretched out his hand to gently tuck the corner of Ye Yuanyi's quilt.Yuanyi sleeps in a very upright posture, even a little rigid, with his hands folded on his stomach, and the little flute that Yuanyi has always cherished is wrapped in white silk and placed beside his pillow.

There was only the sound of Yuanyi's slight breathing in the room.

Yuan Yi woke up when the sun came out, he smelled the light water vapor in the air and heard the sound of dew dripping on the ground outside the window, turned over and sat up on the bed, Yuan Yi rubbed his eyes and soon came out of bed. Waking up from sleepiness.

Crescent Moon was sitting by the window, holding a small mask in his hand hidden in his sleeve, looking sideways at the flowers and plants outside the window.

"Are you awake?" Yue Ya looked at Yuan Yi and got Yuan Yi's obedient nod.

Yue Ya waved at Yuan, "Yuan Yi, come here."

Yuanyi came over obediently without asking why.

Yueya looked at Yuanyi's face and sized Yuanyi's outline, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, she reached out and took out the mask that was made. It was tied with a thread worn on her head, and the color was bright red as if soaked in blood. of.

Passing the mask to Yuanyi, Yueya said, "Try it?"

Yuan Yi stretched out his hand hesitantly, and his eyes fell on the golden-red mask on Yue Ya's white palm.

"Don't you like it?" Yue Ya sat by the window and stared at Yuan with her chin propped up, the smile on the corner of her mouth was shallow, as if filled with a clear spring.

Sensing Yuanyi's hesitation, Yueya quickly showed a sad look again, frowning slightly as if she was sad, "Is it because I didn't do it well?"

Of course this is not the case.

Yuanyi looked at the glowing mask in Yueya's hand, but felt that such happiness was too illusory, as if the bubbles in the sun would disperse at the touch of a touch.

"No." Yuanyi shook his head, held the mask in his hand, and smiled at Yueya.

"I like it very much, thank you brother."

Yue Ya asked Yuan Yi to try it, and felt relieved after making sure that there was no problem with the size. Yuan Yi treasured this mask, rather than saying that he treasured the gentleness and kindness of everyone towards him as a treasure, no matter whether it was valuable or not.

This can be understood from his behavior of cherishing the rough little flute made for him by his brother Ji Guoyansheng.

Yueya pinned Yuanyi's mask on her waist, but Yuanyi was not too happy to hide the mask in her arms, and it was only under Yueya's pressure that she reluctantly agreed to put the mask on her side.

"Won't it be bad, brother?"

Yuan Yi raised his head and asked seriously.

Of course not, the masks made by Crescent Moon are not as fragile and easily corroded as the masks made by human beings. With the reinforcement of Crescent Moon's demon power, there will be no problem even if they are left for hundreds of years.

"No, don't worry."

Crescent moon touched Yuanyi's head.

There were a few light rains in the past two days, and today is finally a bright sunny day. Sitting by Yuanyi and drinking some tea is a good way to pass the time. Ikeuchi sat next to him, watching Yuanyi take out the The little flute that has been cherished for a long time is carefully wiped.

That flute is very rough, but perhaps because Yuan Yi often holds it in his hand to read it, the sharp corners have been smoothed by Yuan Yi's touch. This flute does not seem to be able to play a good piece of music. look.

"Huh? This flute..." So ugly.

Chi Nei Sheng saw a puzzled expression, and just opened his mouth to say something, but the quick-eyed Yue Ya picked up the peanuts beside him and knocked it on Chi Nei Sheng's forehead to stop the second half of the sentence from appearing.

"What?!" Ikeuchi grinned, touching the place on his forehead that was hit by the peanut popped out by the crescent moon, showing a painful expression.

He wanted to ask Yueya why, but he got a warning look from Yueya.

Yuanyi smiled happily holding the flute in his hand, and said to Chi Nei Sheng: "Mr. Chi Nei, this flute is very beautiful!"

Ikeuchi Katsuki: ...?

Where is it good?Where is it good? !

The corners of his mouth twitched, and before he could say anything, Yuan Yi had already continued on his own: "This is a gift from my brother before I left home."

Speaking of this, Yuanyi thought of Ji Guoyansheng, who looked similar to himself, when he gave the flute to him. The bruised face that was beaten by his father was still smiling, and Yuanyi was a little sad, "Although it may not Goodbye, but the things my brother gave me must be well protected."

"Yes...really!" Hearing what Yuanyi said, Ikeuchi Katsuki was naturally embarrassed to say something ugly about the flute, and seeing Yuanyi's smiling face, he proposed with interest: "Would you like to play it? "

Crescent Moon didn't say anything, but she also had some expectation in her heart, holding the cup and blowing on the heat from the cup, she drooped her eyes and said nothing.

He had never seen Yuan Yi play the flute before, so it's not too late to see it now.

Yuanyi didn't refuse, hesitantly put the little flute by his mouth, pressed the small holes of uneven size on the bamboo flute, and intermittently played a ditty that was the most popular in Japan.

It's obviously a very light and bright tune, but when it comes to Yuanyi's mouth, it becomes intermittently hoarse and unpleasant, and it's obviously still the same tune, but it becomes eerie and terrifying.

Crescent Moon almost lost her hand holding the cup, and Chiuchi Katsuki was drinking tea, and couldn't help but spit it out when he heard the beginning.

This is not a bright country tune, it is clearly a haunting song for hell.

"Cough-cough-cough-!"

Chi Neisheng patted his chest, choking on the sip of tea just now.

He wanted to say something, but Yue Ya gave Yuan Yi a hard look, so he immediately shut his mouth knowingly and applauded Yuan Yi.

"Yuanyi blows it really well." Chi Neisheng smiled bitterly in his heart. It's not that he never lied, but this time his conscience really made him feel bleeding.

Yuanyi's eyes lit up, and he turned his head to look at Yueya's affirmed eyes, blushing and pursing his mouth, showing a shy smile.

"Then shall I still blow it?"

Yuanyi showed an eager look, looking forward to it.

Ikeuchi's expression froze, and behind Yuanyi he frantically gestured to Yueya to stop Yuanyi, but Yueya turned a blind eye to Ikeuchi's plea for help, and instead stretched out his hand to touch Yuanyi's head and said, "If you want, just blow it. "

So the harsh and unpleasant sound of the flute sounded again in the elegant and quiet courtyard of the rattan house, startling a tree of birds.

When Ikeuchi Katsuki left, he also asked Yueya if he wanted to go to the Ghost Killing Squad with him, but after getting Yueya's refusal, he didn't force it and left quietly.The already empty Fuji House became quieter without the active person like Ikeuchi Katsuki.

Doing nothing in the huge courtyard seems a bit boring, Yueya thought for a long time before deciding to guide Yuanyi personally.

Although she is the elder brother, she doesn't know how to let go of her hands. Yueya knows that the current strictness is for Yuanyi's future, so after knocking Yuanyi to the ground again, Yueya looked at Yuanyi who was lying on the ground with serious eyes and said: "Yuanyi, stand up."

Yuanyi didn't cry like a child, he stood up from the ground with both hands supporting the stone-filled ground, still holding the bamboo knife given to him by Yueya tightly in his hand, holding the handle of the bamboo knife tightly in both hands, Yuanyi waved his arms Swing towards the crescent moon.

He is a natural swordsman, as long as he adjusts his breathing, he can clearly see the opponent's muscle movement and blood flow rate, so as to predict the opponent's next move. If such a terrifying talent takes time to allow Yuan Yi to grow, no one will be his opponent. .

But the current Yuanyi is too young after all, even if his swordsmanship is much better than many people in this world, it is only barely in the eyes of Yueya.

"Snapped--"

When the bamboo knife was swung with a strong wind, it rubbed against the tip of Yuanyi's nose. The two bamboo knives met. The huge force almost made Yuanyi unable to hold the sword in his hand. The force of the collision made the bamboo knife in Yuanyi's hand vibrate violently, almost shaking Yuan One's tiger's mouth was shattered.

In the end, Yueya exerted more and more force, and Yuanyi finally failed to hold the knife in his hand and was hit by Yueya. After spinning in the air for two weeks, the bamboo knife fell straight to the grass.

"Yuanyi, do you want to come again?" Yueya held the bamboo knife and looked at Yuanyi standing opposite her. He was not as embarrassed as Yuanyi, but his clothes were also a little messy.

Yuanyi is very strong, stronger than most human beings in this world, even Yueya can't guarantee whether she can defeat Yuanyi 100% after Yuanyi grows up.

Yuanyi kept sweating from his forehead and stood on the ground panting. Even though he had terrifying physical strength, he was still useless under the advantage of Yueya's innate status as a demon. White mist was released from his mouth. Yuanyi adjusted He took his own breath and wanted to recover his physical strength quickly, but the pain in his lungs seemed to tell him that he had reached the limit, and Yuan Yiqiang passed out on the ground after holding on for a long time.

Fujiya's mother-in-law appeared quietly and took away the two bamboo knives, Yueya went to Yuanyi's side, bent down and hugged him in her arms.

"Grandma, please bring a basin of hot water to my room."

After getting the nod from Fujiya's mother-in-law, Crescent Moon carried Yuanyi back to the house, put the pillow under Yuanyi's head, and Crescent Moon touched Yuanyi's flushed face.A little hot, but not because of illness, but because of excessive use of breathing techniques. Although Yueya doesn't know what breathing techniques are, listening to Yuanyi's explanation is probably half-knowledgeable.

Yuanyi's body was covered with dust from when he fell to the ground, and there were still wounds on his hands that had been worn out just now.

Yueya took Yuanyi's hand, because he was too exhausted, Yuanyi didn't wake up, only the slightly heaving chest and the hot breath from his nose showed Yuanyi's exhaustion.

Yueya's hand was a circle larger than Yuan's, and she held Yuanyi's hand tightly with both hands, a red light shone slightly in the palm, and the small wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye in an instant.

Fujiya's mother-in-law brought a basin of hot water, Crescent Moon thanked her with a smile, and then soaked a white cloth to wipe off the sweat from Yuanyi's head.

Pushing aside the bangs, the flame-like markings on the upper right corner of the forehead are clearly displayed.

As soon as Yuan woke up, the warm cloth on his forehead was still there, he opened his eyes and stared at the backlit Crescent Moon, opened his mouth and shouted softly.

"elder brother."

With a hoarse voice, Crescent Moon didn't let him continue, and gently blocked Yuanyi's mouth with her fingers.

"Sleep, Yuanyi, you are too tired."