[Onmyoji] Fengshen's dad's daily life

The hangover was actually not that bad for Huang. After drinking a glass of orange juice, he went back to sleep and woke up refreshed.

It was already evening when he woke up, and Yimulian was not by his side. He was lying in the practice room covered with Yimulian's cloak, with something heavy on his chest.

Huang's eyes drooped, and he saw a furry snow-white fox lying on his chest, huddled under the cloak, his ears were pressed down by the cloak, he was sleeping with his eyes closed, and there was a dog nestled in the thick fox fur around his neck. A round baby bird.

"..." Huang Xin thought, if he had a nightmare, it must be the fault of these two little guys.

Not long after he woke up, the little fox who closed his eyes and dozed off also woke up, squinting his eyes and stretching his paws forward, the pink pads stretched out into small plum blossoms, showing his sharp fangs and yawning, opened his eyes. Seeing that Huang had woken up, he immediately wagged his tail, "Huan-chan, you woke up~"

"En." Huang sat up, and the little fox nimbly got out of the cloak with the bird in its mouth, and sat on the tatami beside him, "What about Lian?"

"Preparing lunch~" The little demon fox tilted its head and kicked its ears with its hind legs, but because it was a bit fat, its hind paws couldn't touch the ears, and it couldn't scratch it by scratching through the air.

Huang looked at it, stretched out his hand to hug him and scratched his ears, the little fox squinted his eyes and tilted down with a whimper, and swept his tail comfortably.

While scratching the ears of the little fox, Huang glanced at the little bird lying beside him, and said casually, "Do you have long tail feathers, dog?"

"Chirp?" The little bird called out, and immediately turned to look at its own tail, only to find a long black feather growing from its short, fluffy tail.

The little bird cub suddenly became happy, jumped in front of the little fox, and turned its buttocks to show him, "Fox! I have long tail feathers! I will grow up soon!"

The little fox groaned and leaned over to lick the little bird's head.

At this moment, the door of the practice room opened, and Yimulian walked in, with his hands in his sleeves, "Are you awake? Just in time, dinner is ready, do you want to eat here?"

"Also."

So Yimulian turned his head and leaned out the door, gave some instructions to the little monsters, and moved the dinner here to eat.

The little fox and the little bird quickly turned into human forms, and sat upright by the table, waiting for Yimulian to wipe their hands with a hot towel.

Dinner was served quickly, and the dishes were much richer than usual. Looking at the soba noodles on the table, Huang turned around and asked, "Is today New Year's Eve?"

"Yeah," Yimulian wiped his hands with the little demon fox's chubby paw, and said with a slight smile, "Actually, I also forgot that today is New Year's Eve. It was Shantong who reminded me when he brought me bacon. of."

Huang nodded thoughtfully.

The two children don't know what New Year's Eve is, but tonight's dinner is very rich, a big table is full, and there is a grilled fish stuffed with a lot of side dishes, it is so delicious that you can't stop.

A very enjoyable dinner, and it took a lot longer than usual to finish it.The leftovers were cleaned up by the little monsters who were serving them, and Yimu Lian took the two children to take a bath, just in time to send their new clothes to their bedrooms, so that they can wear new clothes tomorrow.

After taking a bath, the two cubs were wrapped up plumply, and because it was not time to go to bed, Yimulian and Huang played with the two of them with fireworks sticks.

The firework sticks were also sent by Shantong, and they come in various colors, which made the two little boys very novel. They jumped and screamed in the courtyard, ran around holding the firework sticks without stopping, and finally woke up after sleeping all day. The two dragons also played beside them, circling around with firework sticks in their mouths.

Fortunately, the snow in the courtyard has been swept away, so we are not afraid that the two cubs will accidentally fall into the snow.

Yimulian was sitting in the corridor with a cup of hot tea in his hand, watching the two cubs and two dragons playing with firework sticks in the courtyard, exhaled a cloud of white mist, and chuckled.

He couldn't remember how he spent New Year's Eve when he lived here alone, but this year's New Year's Eve was really happy.

"I'm so happy..." Yimulian sighed in a low voice, leaning against Huang's body.

Huang, however, was not very satisfied. He stretched out his hand to take Yimulian into his arms, and kissed his corner, "I was in a hurry this year, and I haven't prepared much. Next year, I will spend a more lively New Year with you."

"Hey, don't be so troublesome, it's fine now." Yimu Lian smiled and pressed his arm, contentedly said, "I'm already very happy with this excitement, very, very happy..."

"But I want to give you something better, to make you happier." Huang hugged him, stretched his fingers, squeezed his own fingers into his, interlocked with his fingers, and slowly clenched, "I don't know what I can give you, I can only give you what I have, just don't dislike it."

Yimulian laughed softly, raised her head and kissed his chin.

Not long after, it started to snow again, and Yimulian hurriedly called back the little demon fox and little tengu who were having fun playing with fireworks, and hugged them one by one.

"Huang, I'll take the two of them to sleep," Yimulian said to Huang holding the two children, "You go take a bath first, and you can go to bed after washing."

Huang nodded, watched him take the two children and the two dragons away, turned and walked down the corridor.

The little tengu and the little demon fox have always been good at coaxing them to sleep. After Yi Mulian changed them into soft and thick pajamas, and coaxed them in a low voice, they both closed their eyes and went to sleep obediently.

The two dragons stayed here to take care of the children, and Yimulian turned off the lights and left.

Back in his room, Yimulian felt a little cold, so he dug out a jug of wine from the closet, holding the demon power in his hand, and the wine in the jug warmed up after a while.

He drank a couple of sips, and the warmth slowly returned. After thinking about it, he was a little worried that the smell of alcohol would suffocate him, so he wrapped his cloak tightly, went to sit by the window, opened the window, and let the wind blow away the smell of alcohol while drinking.

A jug of wine was quickly drunk to only half, and Huang hadn't returned yet.Yimulian felt a little strange, when he was about to stand up, he suddenly heard a deep and distant bell.

"when--"

I was stunned for a moment.

This is New Year's Eve, the bell of the shrine.He no longer has a clear concept of time. He only knows that he hasn't heard such a bell for a long time, and the bell of his own shrine in his memory is becoming more and more blurred. Even the bell he hears now is a bit strange. stand up.

"when--"

There was another bell, and Yimulian sat quietly, listening to the extraordinarily clear and loud bell in the snowy night, closed his eyes, and muttered to himself, "Fool..."

The vigorous bell rang one hundred and eight times, and then the mountains and forests returned to silence, and the snowflakes fell silently.

Huang came back through the light snow, and when he was still on the bluestone road in the courtyard, he saw Yimulian standing under the lantern in the corridor at the door waiting for him, wrapped in a thick cloak, his figure looked extraordinarily thin.

The original joyful anticipation in my heart suddenly turned into full of distress. Huang quickly walked over, shaking off the snowflakes on his body, and whispered: "Why are you standing here? What if you are so cold and accidentally frozen? Even if you are not those fragile Humans shouldn't be so careless. The room is warm, hurry up..."

Yimulian suddenly rushed over and hugged Huang tightly, because his height and build were much smaller than Huang's, with this pounce, his whole body was buried in his arms, and he refused to let go.

Huang couldn't say those slightly complaining and distressed words, feeling that saying anything was superfluous, hugged Yimulian, moved back to the room bit by bit in an embracing posture, closed the door, and leaned against the door lightly. Gently touching Yimulian's head in his arms, "Lian, congratulations on the New Year."

"..."

"The bell just now was ringing for you. From now on, every New Year's Eve, I will ring your bell for you, okay?"

"……it is good."