[Onmyoji] Fengshen's dad's daily life

The rainy season lasted for more than 20 years, and when people were almost moldy, it slowly cleared up.

The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, the sun that hadn't appeared for nearly a month made the remaining rain glisten, and the air was much cooler than it was on a cloudy and rainy day.

The monster market at the foot of the mountain was reopened, Huang took the two children down the mountain to buy things, and the two dragons also brought the labor force to carry things, and Yimulian was at home alone.

The little monsters carried the quilts to the roof to dry, and cleaned the fallen leaves, flowers and accumulated water in the courtyard. They were very busy.

Yimulian was very free, sitting in the corridor and watching the little monsters busy, felt a little tired after watching for a while, leaned on the pillar and lowered his brows, and accidentally found his face was clearly reflected in a puddle of water on the ground.

He stared at the reflection for a long time, saw the eyes from the corner of the ghost, and then saw the mark on the forehead and the loose hair, the more he looked at it, the more he felt strange.

Except for the outline of the facial features, his appearance is almost the same as before.

Yimulian closed his eyes, bent his knees and stepped on the edge of the wooden floor, stood up while supporting the pillar, and let out a long sigh.

Forget it, it's all in the past, what needs to be done now is to raise the two cubs first, the rest is not important.

He slowly walked back to the study room, took out a scroll and slowly spread it out on the table, rolled up his sleeves to adjust the ink after a glance.

This painting is of the courtyard corridor, the light brown color of the corridor has been painted, and the corner of the courtyard exposed from the corridor is also painted with a little green. The most conspicuous are two chubby children squatting on the corridor, Even if there is no coloring, just a simple ink line outline, it also has a [-]% charm.

This was drawn by Yimulian during the rainy season when he was bored. When he had nothing to do, he added two strokes to the scroll. He painted slowly for more than half a month, and he still hasn't finished the coloring until now.

I adjusted some cinnabar, took the thinnest brush in Yimulian, dipped it in cinnabar ink, and carefully painted the hair tips of the little fox in the painting.Xiaoyaohu has white hair like him, but the color of the hair tip is red, very bright red, and most of the clothes he usually wears are red and white.

Yimu is lying on the table, coloring the painting seriously, without distracting thoughts, and occasionally straightens up and closes his eyes to meditate, imagining in his mind how to paint next.

There were nearly ten paint dishes on the table without knowing it, and I finished coloring the two little boys in one glance, looked at the courtyard scene that was still black and white, took a breath, and planned to paint next time.

A gust of wind came from the slender fingers, and dried the ink on the scroll, rolled up the scroll carefully and put it away, then threw the paint plate and pen into the ink sink, washed his hands, got up and walked to the door.

While wiping his hands with a towel, he walked into the corridor outside the door and asked, "What time is it now? Are Huang and the others back?"

The little monster who was drying things in the courtyard came over and chirped: "It's still a long time before noon, and the sun hasn't fully climbed yet!"

"It's not even noon yet!"

"Master Huang and the others are in the ghost city, and they haven't come back yet! They haven't come back yet!"

"There is no Mr. Huang on the mountain road! He hasn't come back yet!"

Yimulian nodded, and said in a gentle voice, "I see, you can keep busy."

The little monsters gathered in front of the corridor quickly ran back to their posts and continued to work.

Yimulian put away the towel, stood under the eaves for a while, and suddenly felt that the house was too quiet.

Obviously there are still many little monsters busy in the courtyard, but he still feels that it is too quiet, so quiet that it is almost empty, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

"Oh, are you spoiled by Rongrong and the others? I can't even bear this little silence..." Yimulian muttered to himself, closed his eyes and smiled softly.

After the little demon fox was brought back by Julong, the house became lively and lively, and the lively and sweet voice of the little demon fox could be heard every day. Coming here, he shared a lot of his work of raising children, but he didn't feel lonely either.

Today, the two children followed Huang to go shopping, and Long also followed. The house suddenly became quiet, and everyone was at a loss for what to do.

Obviously I came here like this before, why didn't I feel so uncomfortable then?

Yimulian walked in the long winding corridor, walked through several small courtyards, and took a slow walk.

In summer, the luxuriant trees planted in the yard block the sunlight, and the corridors are full of mottled tree shadows and light spots.

The floor of the corridor is not short from the ground. The roses that have grown tall enough are blooming, and several of them have grown higher than the corridor. Standing in the corridor and bending over a little, you can pick the flowers.Sometimes when the corridor passes by the pond, you will see lotus flowers above the water surface. When the wind blows, the bent lotus will push the big flowers towards the corridor, leaving a few drops of clear water on the edge of the corridor.

Yimulian walked slowly, stepping barefoot on the wooden floor, the coolness of the wood made his feet even colder.

He walked for a while, turned a few corners, and found that a clump of wisteria that he had planted by the corridor had already bloomed. The flower vines climbed on the pillars and climbed up to the roof. It came down like a curtain, exuding a sweet fragrance of flowers, attracting two beautiful little larks to fly over, circling around in front of the wisteria.

Yimulian stopped, and found that his two little larks held a flower in their mouths, flew towards him, and sent the vines full of flowers to him.

"Give it to me?" Yimulian smiled gently, raised his hand to catch the flower vine, the soft flowers squeezed together in his palm, and the fragrance of the flower became more and more obvious.

The two little larks screamed a few times, and flew out of the corridor with a whistling sound. Their chubby petite bodies disappeared into the sky in an instant, as if they had plunged into the clouds.

Looking at the sky with a single glance, he blinked his eyes, then turned his eyes back to the wisteria in his hand, and his originally depressed mood suddenly improved.

He walked to the wisteria and sat down on the edge of the corridor, with his legs hanging out, a small spot of light happened to fall beside him, and he could faintly see a hazy and soft beam of light.

Yimulian closed his eyes, and stood next to a pillar that was not climbed by flower vines, the sound of the wind gradually became softer, and the summer wind and the fragrance of flowers became more gentle and quiet around him.

The sound and light became farther and farther away, Yimu Lian's hands holding the wisteria on his lap slowly relaxed a little, and he sat on the corridor, leaning on the wooden pillar and gradually fell asleep.

In this small yard, the sound of birds stopped abruptly. There were a few chubby little sparrows on the branches. Their jet-black Doudou eyes looked at the sleeping Yimulian, and they squatted down by coincidence, and buried their bright yellow claws. In the fluffy and fine belly feathers, it is quiet.

A gentle wind blew, and a deep purple butterfly flew over and landed on Yimulian's ghost horns. The butterfly wings shone with golden light and slowly closed.

The sleeping gods were not disturbed.

The sunlight gradually became brighter, and the shadows moved slowly on the ground.

Near noon, Huang came back with two children and two dragons.

Orange Dragon and Red Dragon, who were carrying a lot of things, took their things to the side hall. Little Tengu and Little Demon Fox were a little tired, so they ran back to the bedroom to rest, and tidy up the gadgets they bought today.

Standing in the courtyard, Huang looked at Yimulian's bedroom, then looked towards the study, and found that there was no one in these two places, so he called a little monster and asked, "Where's Lian?"

The little monster gesticulated and said, "Your Excellency even went for a walk to the west yard, this way, this way!"

Huang nodded, and followed the direction pointed by the little monster to find it.

This house is very big, he and the little tengu lived close to the main courtyard, and they seldom come to the west courtyard for activities, he felt that the west courtyard was a little strange at first glance.

Walking along the corridor for a while, Huang suddenly stopped, looked at Yimulian who was sleeping under the wisteria leaning on the pillar, and was slightly taken aback.

Only Yimulian's side face can be seen from his direction, but Yimulian looks very good, even if there is only a side face, the delicate outline is enough to eclipse all the flowers and trees around him.

The spot of light that originally fell on Yimulian's legs moved a lot, and the bright light just hit the tip of Yimulian's ear.

Yimulian's ears are pointed, very white, almost transparent white.Slightly long and narrow ear tips protrude from the soft silver hair. Under the light, you can clearly see the fine fluff on the ear tips and the faint tiny blood vessels. The translucent whiteness makes his ears look delicate. white jade.

Huang walked over gently, staring at Yimulian's ear tips for a long time, then slowly bent down.

The long ink-splashed hair slid down from the shoulders in strands, and fell down, suddenly forming a waterfall, isolating the outside world from the eyes.Huang half closed his slender eyebrows, opened his mouth slightly, and covered Yimulian's pointed ears.