[Noragami] Picked up an Ebisu

×××Your friend [野良] is online×××

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Nakajima Xiaoli recovered with amazing resilience, and after miraculously entering the hospital, she left the hospital alive and well.But she didn't cut down on the vacation she took from school, and she naturally wanted to use the rest of her time to run a coffee shop.

"Hey, why don't you rest more in the hospital." Nakajima Mutoki held a game console in his hand and wore glasses. Compared with his usual hostility, he looked more bookish and obedient.Nakajima Xiaoli supported her right cheek with her right hand, and flipped through the magazine with her left hand, "Mutoki, don't try to use me as an excuse not to go to school."

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door, and Nakajima Xiaoli jumped up from the sofa like a rabbit, ran to the entrance and opened the door.

"Welcome back." Nakajima Xiaoli smiled and looked at Ebisu and Kuniya who were standing outside the door, and took the briefcase from Ebisu's hand smoothly, "You have worked hard."

Mutoki Nakajima, who witnessed all this, pouted, "Sister, don't you admit that you are a boyfriend?"

When I said that in the hospital ward last time, it looked like I didn't admit it at all, but judging from the behavior, it was completely a boyfriend and girlfriend, right?

Bangmi was also deeply touched by this, just this harmonious scene alone, the atmosphere of the family should not be too full.

"Young Madam." Bangmi shed tears of relief, "It's so touching."

Hey, hey, Nakajima Xiaoli glanced helplessly at Kuniya who was streaming down her face.She shrugged her shoulders and put the briefcase away, still feeling happy in her heart. She often saw her mother welcome her father who came back from work, and she did it occasionally, but the mood when she took Mr. Yebisu's briefcase today was completely different.

If you say that the feeling of welcoming Dad back is glutinous and sweet, then the feeling of welcoming Mr. Ebisu back is greasy sweet, with a spicy taste.

How can there be a spicy taste? Nakajima Xiaoli clutched her chest, her face was hot, her body was hot, and there seemed to be a jar of chili sauce in her heart, which was steaming.

Noticing Nakajima Xiaoli's abnormality, Ebisu focused his attention on the girl for a while, but without pausing in his hands, he casually took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack, and stretched out his hand lazily to loosen his tie.

"Miss Nakajima, are you going to the coffee shop tonight?"

"Ugh?"

"Ah, I haven't tasted the coffee made by Ms. Nakajima for a long time, and I always feel a little nostalgic."

"Then let's go!" Nakajima Xiaoli was very happy, her eyes smiling like crescent moons.

"Miss Nakajima's." Nakajima Mutoki put down the game console and pushed his glasses, "It's in the way."

"Ah, does Mushi feel the same way?" Bangmi walked over and stood by the sofa, "I also think this title is too pretentious."

"Uncle Bangmi said the same thing, so it is true." Nakajima Mutoki invited Bangmi to sit on the sofa, and folded his hands together and whispered to Bangmi, "Thank you for the game console, Uncle Bangmi."

— fully heard.

Nakajima Xiaoli twitched the corners of her mouth, thinking about how this inexplicable game console came out.

"In that case, it was indeed my negligence." Ebisu stroked the back of his head and smiled lightly, "Then, would Ms. Nakajima mind being called Xiaoli?"

"I've already said it's Xiaoli, so why call it Ms. Nakajima? It sounds strange, isn't it, sister?" Nakajima Mutoki raised his eyes to look at Nakajima Xiaoli, and found that she was trembling faintly. Scared or terrified.

Even if the debtor poured red paint on the door, he might not have such a reaction, what happened today.

"I don't mind at all!" Nakajima Xiaoli raised her head abruptly, her eyes sparkling.

I see.Nakajima Mutoki and Kuniya looked at each other, and nodded with a look of "you understand"——

The power of love!

×××

After verifying that the elimination of "Anmu" is indeed the problem of Nakajima Xiaoli, Yato's mood is a bit complicated.A question pulls out not only a thread, but also a net that people don't want to face. This is his many years of experience.

Ye Dou came to the lake and sat on a stone beside him.

He raised his head slightly, and saw the afterglow of the setting sun shining on the lake, glowing with warm yellow light.

With three cold beads in his pocket, he could feel some familiar aura, which came from his unreliable sixth sense.And if you want to prove your own ideas, it seems that you can only come to that guy.

"Yato." Covered by a pair of soft hands, Yato knows who the girl behind is, this is a game she likes to play.

"Fei Yin." Yato reached out and grabbed the girl's soft wrist, pulling that hand away from his eyes, "I have something I want to ask you."

"It's been a long time since I was called by my name, Yato."

With the laughter like silver bells, Yato saw the familiar face appearing in front of him, the flashy kimono and the smile that hung on his face all the year round, Nora, also belonged to his scarlet sound.

Yato's heart seemed to be filled with lead, and Nora seemed to be reminding him how unbearable he was all the time.

But feeling guilty, isn't it just a good medicine to urge yourself to let go of the past?Yato sighed, took out a bead from his pocket, and handed it to Nora, "Fei Yin, have you seen this? Does it have something to do with Father?"

"Oh?" Nora took the bead and only glanced at it, and immediately put a smile on his face that had just let go of the smile, "No."

Is it okay?Yato breathed a sigh of relief.

"But." Nora covered his mouth and smiled, "I know, this thing."

"Oh? That's really great!" Yato regained his energy and stared at Nora's face excitedly.

Nora held up the bead, and under the sunlight, there seemed to be something flickering in the bead.It was different from the royal blue color before, but it was faintly floating like silvery filaments.

"did you see it?"

"What is it?" Yato frowned and stared at the bead.

"Memory." Nora grinned, "Is it the memory of a person, or a god, or a creature?"

memory?Looking at Nora's sweet and lovely smile, Yato couldn't feel a trace of joy, but the horror rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

"Hey, Yato, this kind of thing can absorb or copy people's memories." Nora returned the beads to Yato, "Where did you get it? I haven't seen such a thing for a long time."

"Well... I got it by chance." Yato hesitated, "Does it have something to do with the magician?"

"Yes." Nora replied firmly.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and Yato could even feel the wind that was close to night temperature licking his skin.

There is a magician in the dark who is harming Ebisu, but fortunately, that person is not my father.

Yato squeezed the bead tightly in his hand, and with a crisp sound, the bead shattered.The scum just pierced into the palm of Yato's hand, and the warm blood flowed out, staining the colorless beads red, but Yato's eyes were not on the hand full of wounds.

A few strands of silver floated into the air, gradually dissipated, and lost their traces.

Is that memory?Yato thought, so can memory have a shape?

"Hey, Yato, if you want to use this method to forget me, I will be very angry." Nora's voice brought back Yato's thoughts, and before Yato could react, Nora had already gone from Her back wrapped around his neck, and she half lay on his body, "Remember those good times."

Yato didn't speak, and the clenched hands became more and more forceful.

The sweet blood trickled down between the fingers, gathered at the knuckles, and finally fell down, stopping on the blades of grass.

The lake was so quiet that even the sound of the wind had disappeared.Yato could only hear Nora's crisp laughter, "Hey, I won't allow you to forget me, Yato."