[Ghost Slayer: Blade] No Miserable Online Mutual Fight

[A nonsensical episode, you can skip it without affecting the plot]

It was a vast expanse of whiteness, and then gradually cleared up like a mist.

Gentle tone, gently humming songs.The sound is like a breeze, blowing across the calm water, and then, bringing peace of mind.

Every time, accompanied by a softly hummed lullaby, I fall asleep, dream, and have everything.

Surrounded by songs in the ears, the mind gradually calms down.

A familiar voice, a familiar accent.Already, I haven't heard it for a long, long time, and I haven't thought about it for a long, long time.

The fog cleared, revealing the original scene.

The white-haired woman smiled softly, humming a lullaby softly, coaxing the person in her arms.

There is not a single line of lyrics, but it is deeply engraved in my mind. Every quiet night, I fall asleep with the singing.

I can't remember how long ago it was, and I haven't thought about it for a long time.

He didn't dare to step forward to disturb the dream mirror, but just stood and watched from a distance.

It doesn't belong to me anymore, so looking at it like this is already very satisfying.

The atmosphere is soft, with warm colors everywhere you look.There is no hustle and bustle, no noise, it is so peaceful and serene.

There is a maple tree in the yard, which is very tall and very big.It is said to have existed a long time ago.This old house has existed for a long time.

The corridor near the yard is long, with dead leaves swirling down from time to time.An old wind chime was hung on the eaves, and it jingled when the wind came.This wind chime was hung up by the couple when they got married. After going through ups and downs, they were still making a dull sound when they were full of hair.

When the season comes, the red maple leaves will always fall one by one, and then there will always be a child squatting under the tree, looking for the most beautiful one.

One piece after another, it covered the entire floor.

The white-haired woman didn't blame her, she just looked at it with a smile, and commented on the maple leaf held by the child from time to time.

"It's beautiful, Yu."

Yes, very beautiful.But they failed to accompany through the whole childhood, but drifted in a season that did not belong to maple leaves, and then fell.

In the warm afternoon, the woman would always put on her monocle, then sit under the eaves and sew a small piece of clothing, making gestures to the people next to her from time to time.

The woman always wears a light-colored kimono all year round, embroidered with her favorite flower - orchid.The hair is also tied up, even if it is all white.

With a gentle and refined temperament, the woman was also a lady when she was young, but she was also a strong woman at the same time.Acting vigorously and resolutely, one person supported the whole family in a special period.

Very beautiful clothes, feathers are always embroidered with exquisite patterns, and then.A piece of red maple will be embroidered on the inside of the cuff.Growing up, it was on every piece of clothing, and then one day it disappeared.That beautiful red maple only exists in memory.

The woman's craftsmanship is very good, especially the five-color dumpling she made. The little people can always eat a plate by themselves, although they are not allowed to eat more.

Every quiet and peaceful day, I always quietly look at the small piece of sky above my head, count the flowing clouds, and listen to the ancient legends and stories told by the gentle voices of the people around me.

"In the past, there was a terrible thing."

"They will catch disobedient people, especially such white and tender children as Yu."

His black eyes widened, looking expectantly at the smiling woman.

"And then!"

The woman smiled and scratched the child's nose: "Then, a group of brave and powerful swordsmen appeared, they..."

"Yeah! So what happened to them then!"

"later……"

What happened then, and then?

I vaguely remember something, but not very clearly.

And then what happened.

The woman has a faint orchid fragrance on her body, just like the woman herself.

A faint taste, a faint taste, a faint taste that I almost thought I had forgotten.But in fact, I still remember it deeply.

Faint orchid fragrance, faint...

I don't know why, smelling this clearly existing smell, my nose is sour.

Tears, uncontrollable.

Crying wantonly, no one can see anyway.

Let the tears blur my vision, a deep sense of powerlessness.

"What's the matter, crying like this." The woman asked worriedly, her hands on her head.

The hand that fell on the head was so clear, warm, and slightly calloused.

With tears in his eyes, he looked down, and saw that it was his own hand, with such a clear touch.

"grandmother!"

Zai couldn't bear it any longer, and rushed over to hug the waist of the person in front of him, crying lingeringly.

The woman lowered her head and comforted softly, patting her hands gently.

However, I couldn't hear what was said, because my ears were filled with my own crying, and I couldn't hear anything.

The waist hugged by his hands is so familiar, and the orchid fragrance lingering in the nose is familiar and sad.

With a deep sense of powerlessness, he tried to hug the person in his arms tightly, tears blurred his vision, but he could still clearly see the gentle smiling face of the person in front of him.

"Hey, what's the matter. Why is our cub crying so hard?"

Familiar voice, looking back, only vaguely saw an equally familiar figure gradually approaching, and then the smiling face gradually became clear.

"Yes, when I woke up, I suddenly hugged me and cried. I'm afraid I had a nightmare."

The hand on the head gently ran down the curly black hair, and gently patted the crying back with one hand.

"Ah, I had a nightmare." The old man who came over hugged the crying child, and then wiped away the tears that kept streaming down his face with a smile.

Still holding the woman's sleeve tightly with one hand, the crying child threw himself on the man's neck.

"Grandpa—"

"Hey, Zai Zai, how wronged you have been, crying like a little cat!"

No matter how much I have been wronged, there is no place to cry anymore.

There is a faint medicinal fragrance on the person who is hugging her tightly, which is different from the orchid fragrance on the woman. This medicinal fragrance makes the whole person feel safe.

This is a dream, but I can't tell whether it is a nightmare or a beautiful dream, I only know clearly that these - have been lost.

There is no figure waiting in the old house, laughing, joking and crying ugly.

There is no place to cry and complain about grievances, no place to rest assured to sleep, and then to have a gentle greeting when you wake up.

All of these, all of these, only exist in dreams.

I only hope that the dream can last longer, I only hope that it can make him crave this gentle embrace for a while.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the place where I lay before going to bed—the bottom of a tree, with unfallen drops of water on my eyelashes.

Raising his hand to wipe away the water droplets from the corners of his eyes, the ghost leaning on the tree gently turned an angle to cover his face.

Really, I haven't dreamed of it for a long time.

The sunlight scattered on the nearby ground, close at hand, but unable to touch.