Weather Blade

After patrolling around Jingqiao District and killing a ghost who wanted to take advantage of the chaos, Xing Shoulang hurried back to the small one-story house in the twilight morning light.

"Good morning! Is anyone here—"

The young man who had been running around all night was still in high spirits, without the slightest sign of tiredness, his energetic greeting came through the door, waking up the woman who had just fallen asleep beside the mattress in the inner room after being busy in the middle of the night.

Ah, really back.

Standing up half asleep, straightening the wrinkles on her kimono, the sleepy woman yawned and walked slowly towards the door.

Although she was praying to heaven last night that this young man must come back... But it was too early, right?It's not quite light yet!Could it be that this boy really had something in mind for this little girl, so he hurried back?

While dreaming endlessly, she opened the door, only halfway through the action, the woman was caught by a young man outside the door with a bright smile and piercing eyes, which shone countless times brighter than the dim morning light, and she lost most of her sleepiness.

"Good morning! Miss Doctor!"

The young man's clean and sonorous voice successfully drove away the last bit of drowsiness from the woman, and she became completely refreshed.

"Good morning." Raising her hand casually to greet the energetic young man, the woman reluctantly introduced herself late all night, "I'm not a doctor, just an ordinary restaurant proprietress, if you don't mind, call me Murakami The lady boss is fine."

"Hello Mrs. Murakami! I was rude last night and I didn't have time to introduce myself. My name is Lian Ji Xing Shou Lang!" The good boy Lian Ji received the prompt and immediately changed his address, accompanied by a deep 180-degree bow, "Last night was really troublesome You got it! Thank you very much!"

"You don't have to be so polite... I'm the same as you, I just can't bear to see a fresh life disappear like this."

Murakami really couldn't hate this young man who ran so eagerly for a stranger whom he had never met and sincerely thanked her, even if he disturbed his clear dreams.

So she stretched out her hands to help the boy with blond hair still covered with a little cold morning dew, turned slightly sideways, and motioned him to go inside.

"The child's condition has stabilized, but whether she can wake up or not depends on her."

"On her own?!" Purgatory Xingshourou, who was still happy to hear the first half of the sentence, was confused by the completely different second half of the sentence, "Isn't the condition stabilized? How could it be?"

"Because that child has no desire to survive." Patting the stunned boy on the shoulder, Murakami comforted him, "We have already done what we can, and the next step is to see if she is willing to wake up gone."

"Okay! Don't think too much about it. Are you tired after running around all night? Go eat something first and then have a good sleep. Maybe when you wake up, the child will already be awake."

As he said that, Murakami took advantage of the situation and wanted to push this sturdy boy to the inner room to rest.However, just as she pushed him onto the chair, the boy jumped up as if there were springs on the chair, strode into the inner room, and knelt down beside the little witch girl's bed with a serious face.

"No! This is the most important breakfast in the new year! Miss Miko is not in good health, how can I miss Ozabo!"

There seemed to be flames leaping deep in the boy's golden red eyes, and he stared at the girl with closed eyes on the quilt unwillingly, as if he could wake her up with his thoughts.

"And after tasting it, Miss Miko will know that there are countless beautiful things worth living in life!"

"...Although you have a good starting point, Anjurou, all of this is based on the fact that Miss Miko will wake up?" Because he has a good impression of this straightforward boy, the straightforward Murakami shouted directly. The name of the other party, said with some helplessness, "And people who are seriously ill should eat something that is easy to digest. Foods with rice cakes such as Ozabo are forbidden."

"Eh? Is that so?"

"...Please don't apply your own diet to other people during the recovery period. Not everyone's body is the same as yours. Thank you."

Blankly dismissing the bewildered boy, Murakami walked into the kitchen and put on an apron, cut the glutinous rice sticky rice cake dough prepared last night into pieces, put them on the grill and baked them, and at the same time put the red beans prepared last night Heat the soup, add it to two dark green stoneware bowls, one large and one small, take it out when the rice cakes bulge and become round and fat, and have beautiful scorched marks on both sides, and put them on top of the red bean soup.

"Happy New Year, I don't like omiyaki, I only prepare red bean rice cake soup, please try it."

Putting the big bowl in front of the young man who couldn't keep peeking into the inner room, Murakami didn't say much, sat down opposite him, and sent him a New Year's greeting very seriously.

It's not easy for such a half-year-old boy to run around on other people's affairs on the first day of the new year, whether because he is homeless or shoulders a heavy responsibility.

But what she can do is to send him a simple blessing.

As he was lamenting his life, Murakami noticed that the young man who had picked up the spoon moved and suddenly disappeared in place, leaving only the crisp sound of the bowl colliding with the spoon.

? ? ?What about people?

"Ms. Murakami! Miss Miko is awake!"

The shout of surprise from the inner room made Murakami raise his eyebrows in surprise, put down the spoon in his hand, and walked into the inner room.

Woke up so soon?Obviously when she checked last night, she still felt that it would take at least a day or two...

"It's not good, Tianyu... The Miko is here... The fact that we are eating red bean rice cake soup is going to be exposed..." The girl lying on the snow-white quilt stretched her eyebrows and smiled, as if she had encountered something happy. I couldn't help laughing, "Are you going to help me be scapegoated again?... Miko-sama won't believe it..."

The girl's murmured voice showed a hint of dependence, as if she was acting like a baby to someone close to her, causing Purgatory Kyojurou's outstretched hand to stop in mid-air, hesitating whether to wake her up.

"If you want to eat Tiantian's red bean rice cake soup, wake up now!" Hearing the girl's muttering, Murakami, who understood the truth of her awakening, was a little bit dumbfounded, but because he was afraid that the sweet smell of the red bean rice cake soup would drift away After that, she fell into a deep sleep again, and hurriedly shouted to wake her up, "It's already the sun! If you don't wake up, the red bean rice cake soup will be gone!"

"...It's the day?"

The sleeping girl struggled to open her eyes, her black eyes, which were slightly squinted to resist the light from the outside world, were at a loss at first, and then gradually gained focus, but after seeing clearly the golden-red head on top of her head, they quickly dimmed .

"Here, where is it?"

After a short moment of confusion, the girl seemed to have a general understanding of the current situation, but she still persisted in asking for an answer.

"This is the street in Jingqiao District. I saw you at the foot of the mountain... you fainted, so I brought you here to find a doctor." In order to take care of the body of the girl who just woke up, Purgatory Xingshourou deliberately lowered his voice and said softly. She told the ins and outs of the incident, "The medical clinic on the street was closed, and it was the lady boss of the village who saved you."

"I just gave you treatment that a doctor with a little common sense would do. Xing Julang, who really gave you emergency treatment in time and sent it to me, is your lifesaver." Wearing a huge The proprietress of the hat didn't dare to take the credit, she smiled and waved her hands, her teasing eyes glanced at the careful young man who even breathed softly, "If you want to thank him, thank him."

"..."

I don't know if it's because the girl lying on her back can't see the proprietress from an angle, or because she just woke up from a coma and her mind is still unclear. After listening to the laughing joke of the proprietress, she suddenly fell into a long silence until she bent down and stared at the boss. Seeing her looking at the purgatory Kyojuro's neck began to ache, thinking about whether to let Mrs. Murakami come to check on Miss Miko again, the gloomy girl's eyes gradually had a little light, and she responded:

"Thank you, Mr. Anjuro, Miss Murakami."

"I will never forget this kindness."

"It's not a big deal, don't worry about it, and we're about the same age, right? I'm Purgatory Xingshourou, you can call me Purgatory or Xingshourou!" Seeing that the girl finally regained her spirit and was able to communicate normally with others, Purgatory Xingshourou loosened up He took a breath, indulged his loud voice a little, and showed a big and bright smile to the pale Miss Witch, "What's your name, Miss Witch?"

"..." The girl who had just shown a little bit of energy just now suddenly fell silent again, her black eyes stared at the ceiling without focus, like a puppet whose soul has been sucked out, without any energy.

Not good!Did he just say the wrong thing again?Although he didn't know what went wrong with the simple question of asking her name, but seeing Miss Miko's appearance, this sentence must have reminded her of some bad memories!I have to find a way to make her forget about it temporarily... what should I say...

correct!Miko-san woke up to the aroma of red bean rice cake soup!

Thinking of this, Purgatory Kyojuro suddenly turned into a scorching golden-red afterimage, and rushed back to the front hall quickly, and before Miss Miko and Mrs. Murakami could react, he rushed back again, holding a bowl of hot brown rice. The red sweet soup was held up to the face of the dazed young girl who was still lying flat on the quilt.

"Miss Miko! Please use red bean rice cake soup!" The boy with a fiery personality and hair color held a bowl almost as big as the girl's face, handed it to her face, and said loudly, "The first day of the new year is about to Eat rice cake soup! This will usher in good luck in the new year!"

"..." Being stunned by a big bowl of red bean and rice cake soup, even a sad girl immersed in her own little world had to spare some energy to deal with this flame boy's magical stroke: "It can bring people happiness." Good luck, it’s Ozacchi, which sounds the same as “Bao Zang”, right?”

Although the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss has not completely subsided, some previous images linger in her mind like a demon, and the girl thinks that she is not so delirious as to remember this most basic custom. At this point, he was skeptical of Purgatory Xingshourou's explanation, and deliberately turned his head to face him to ask questions.

"But Miss Miko, do you prefer red bean rice cake soup?"

Purgatory Xingshou Lang held a large bowl full of red bean and rice cake soup steadily with his left hand, stretched out his right hand, and helped the girl pull the quilt that had slipped slightly due to the sideways head, and explained as a matter of course:

"If there really is a god in this world, then he must also hope that people can eat what they like, do what they like, and be with the people they like."

"So, even if you don't follow those rules, it's okay!"

The confident smile of the boy who has experienced the storm is particularly convincing, like a dazzling sun that no one can compete for, it is obviously just an unfounded speculation, but when he speaks it, it seems like a natural fact, which makes people involuntarily to believe.

"Huh? Miss Miko, why are you crying?"

"...Because your statement is too cheating, I'm going to fall in love with you."

The corners of the pale girl's mouth were raised slightly, her eyebrows and eyes became vivid, and her gaze towards Purgatory Xingjurou was filled with gentle stars, extremely focused, and only his figure was reflected.

"..."

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The heir to the Purgatory House, who was able to carry a bucket of thick branches with one hand, trembled and almost knocked over the red bean rice cake soup in his hand.

The author has something to say: I didn't expect Qian Qing to hit a straight ball as soon as he came up, hahh!

But there is a reason for this. You can keep Fengge stocks and don't throw them away.