non-human secret history

Blue Bana.

When I heard this word, I fell into a brief silence.

The first time I heard such a thing, it was in the mouth of Onimai Tsuji Musan who was incarnate as Suichiro.From then on, I knew that such flowers could lift the restriction in that guy's blood—after all, he was a ghost, but not a ghost in the full sense.

If I'm not mistaken, the person who finally turned that guy into a ghost is probably Mr. Susan, but since he has discovered the effect of the blue Higan flower, why did Onimai Tsuji spend so much effort to find it——

"Miss Ya, do you know where this flower grows?" Mr. Xu Zuo raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked up at me: "I will send Xuecun to search for those medicinal materials in the near future. If Miss Ya knows, it will save a lot of effort."

"I……"

The brief hesitation made Mr. Susano's eyes dim slightly.He is also an old man who has experienced the world. Even though the age of human beings is not worth mentioning compared with ghosts, I think he has seen through my entanglement.

Mr. Susan and the others couldn't find the blue Higan flower, which is probably true.

But I hope that Yue Yan will get better, and this is also true.

Maybe this has nothing to do with those boring feelings at all, I was just thinking, if Mr. Susan can make a perfect prescription for Yue Yan at this moment, will the remaining blood restrictions in my body also disappear?

"At the border between the ghost clan and the underworld—" I took a deep breath, and said word by word: "On the other side of the Santu River, the flowers blooming are blue."

Clenching my fist lightly, I was a little nervous——I don’t know if such behavior will have any impact on the future. If the fate of the future will really be changed because of this sentence, then what will happen next will definitely be I can't predict it.

But what was waiting for me was Mr. Susan's slightly stretched brows.

"That's it." He said: "Then let Xuecun go and look for the prescription after I sort out the prescription."

As he said that, Mr. Xu Zuo stood up leisurely and walked towards the door. When he was about to arrive, he looked back at me again and said: "For the sake of your giving this clue, you can pinch me for nothing. I don't care about flowers. But if there is a next time, I will definitely not forgive you!"

I straightened my back with some guilt, but Mr. Susan had already turned around and walked out the door, muttering in his mouth: "Really, those are the roses that I took the trouble to transplant, how can you allow such nonsense ..."

I have never been very familiar with flowers in the world, and I don't know what the rose in Mr. Susan's mouth is. It's just that after Mr. Susan came to ask me about the blue flower, I was a little worried for the first few days. , but the days went on so plainly.

A few days later, Xuecun packed his bags and embarked on the road to find medicinal materials, and Mr. Xu Zuo, who was missing the medicine boy, naturally arrested me.

That's what I said, but what I need to do is to help Yueyan prepare the medicine for daily maintenance of the body.

After that day, the relationship between Yue Yan and I became more and more delicate - I really wanted to go back on what happened that day, but since I had already said that kind of thing, it seemed a bit too hurtful to suddenly turn my face and deny anything.

Besides, with his current physical condition, it can almost be said that he is hanging on with a trace of spirit. If I draw my salary from the bottom of the pot at this moment, God knows what will happen.

So I gave up struggling completely.

What Xuecun said is absolutely right, I always like to blame everything on fate when the development of things deviates from my expectations, so that I can accept such facts without any psychological burden, and then enjoy the joy in my heart with peace of mind. Not very repulsive tenderness.

Because I can't believe it myself, obviously I was so hysterical, and my most important pride was trampled by this person, why did that kind of emotion gradually calm down?

Or that kind of emotion has never faded in the slightest, just the temperature of his fingertips, the touch of his hair, his gentle or arrogant Chinese, the fragile emotion revealed in his sleep, and the falling cherry blossoms , and the scenery in the courtyard, and the lingering rain that day invaded my dreams little by little, weaving a net that made people have nowhere to hide.

Maybe I like him, even though I still hate that demon a thousand years later, the person in front of me is just Yue Yan.

As a result, this feeling that shouldn't exist grew crazily with a few soaking rains and the increasingly verdant green in the courtyard.

The season is gradually approaching early summer, and the temperature in the courtyard is becoming more and more unbearable for me.But I still occasionally hold an umbrella and enjoy the wind by the pool with Yue Yan, watching the koi swimming freely.

I also joked with him that the koi looked delicious, and that night, a dish made with koi was accidentally placed on the table, causing Mr. Susan to blow his beard and stare.

Occasionally when it rains, I will cook a pot of hot tea with Yue Yan under the eaves, and then quietly listen to the sound of rain outside the corridor.Occasionally, he would look up at me as he would lean on my lap in the summer heat that the rain could not wash away—from this angle, he always looked very good-looking.

He can still draw, and I met him a few times when I went to deliver medicine to his room.He doesn't shy away from me anymore, and even puts past paintings in front of me like offering treasures-the first one is the appearance of me standing under the cherry blossom tree with an umbrella.

In terms of painting skills, he is not better than those who specialize in portraits of the ghost clan, but I think this is probably the best painting I have received in my life.

When he was in good health, I would even run with him quietly into the mountains with Mr. Susan on his back, feeling the rare coolness in summer——if there were too many times, Mr. Susan would inevitably find out, and at this time, he would always naturally keep me behind.

I can feel the smile in his eyes becoming more and more gentle - he looks really good-looking when he smiles, the corners of his raised lips and the lines of his eyebrows and eyes are extraordinarily soft.

So I just indulged myself in the time in front of me.I won't, and I don't want to think about the future - because I really can't imagine the end of this short period of tenderness.

After all, I don't belong to this time.

But until the end comes, I just want to wallow like this.

But no matter how much I try to whitewash the peace with my evasion, I can't stop the wheel of fate from turning forward, and in the face of the ever-advancing time, even the power of ghosts always seems too small.

So tiny that it would shatter if touched lightly.

I know that day will come.

The moonlight in the mountains is always extraordinarily seductive, the lingering clouds and the sparse tree shadows overlap, cutting the bright white light into mottled patterns.

However, the place where the moonlight cannot be seen is not completely dark. After going around a bend along the narrow and long mountain road, a few bright spots of light suddenly flashed out of the low grass on the side of the road, flickering on and off. Yes, but it complements the stars in the sky.

"It's fireflies." I sighed softly, "Although it's still early, it's indeed summer."

"It is indeed summer." Yue Yan at the side echoed.

It's probably because creatures always have the instinct to chase warmth, or it's just out of curiosity.After Yue Yan and I appeared, the group of fireflies in the grass gathered towards us.

It’s just that I don’t know why, although the body temperature is lower than Yueyan’s, there are more people gathered around me than Yueyan’s.

I stretched out my hand, and let the dots of fluorescent light pass by my fingertips, forming a crystal ribbon.

"It's so beautiful." Yue Yan's voice was as gentle as a fluorescent light.

"Yes." I tilted my head and smiled slightly: "Tonight's moonlight and the scenery here are very beautiful."

"I'm talking about you." He took half a step forward, stood in front of me, and stretched out his hand.

So the fireflies retreated very wisely.

I didn't dodge, just let him surround me with the warmth of his fingertips.

"Do you feel cold?" he asked.

"I'm more worried that you will feel cold." I slightly raised my head to meet his gaze: "You should also know that my hands are always so cold."

"Yeah, it's always been this cold." He stretched out his other hand and stroked the blown hair on my forehead: "It's like a ghost in legend."

"Are ghosts okay?" I tilted my head slightly, and asked in a relaxed tone that was half joking.

The warm fingertips slid down my ears all the way, and finally stopped on the back of my neck, and then he pulled me into his arms.

"Ghosts are very good. They have power beyond the reach of ordinary people, and they can live forever." He whispered in my ear: "Sometimes I hate myself for being just a weak human being."

"But Yueyan is good enough." I listened to his not very strong heartbeat: "It would be great if I could keep doing this."

"I'm not leaving," he said.

The warm promise was like the Sanskrit sound echoing in a dream, quiet but especially intoxicating.The sound of the wind and the chirping of insects in the mountains also quieted down at such a moment, so it seemed as if there were only the two of us left in the world.

It was also because the air was so quiet that it seemed particularly abrupt when someone in the way appeared.

There was a faint scent of flowers in the air—the smell of wisteria flowers.

In fact, I didn't have any special feelings for this smell. It wasn't until the time I met the Ghost Killing Team, after talking with Butterfly Shinobi, that I realized that in their eyes, wisteria flowers are poisons that can kill ghosts.

——This is of course nonsense, because there are also large areas of wisterias planted in the territory of the ghost clan.But it is true that every spring when the wisteria blooms, many people will come to my house to ask my mother for help.

There is no other reason, but my mother has always been proficient in medical skills, and the pollen of wisteria flowers is the allergen with the largest number of victims in the world of ghosts.Yes, when the wisteria blooms, I can always hear all kinds of wailing when I walk in the villages and towns, which makes me very incomprehensible-it is clear that as long as this kind of flower is moved out of the boundary of the ghost clan, why bother everyone? Are you suffering from hay fever?

"Because it's beautiful." The mother-in-law at the time poured a whole bowl of soup medicine for a ghost who was almost suffocated by wisteria pollen, and said to me, "Even if you know it is highly poisonous, but because Its beauty, there are always people who would rather give up their lives to appreciate it."

At that time, I didn't quite understand the deep meaning of what my mother said, but in retrospect, although wisteria pollen does not make me allergic, it seems that there are more serious allergens around me than wisteria pollen.

I finally understand why some people go to such a field for the sake of that touch of beauty.Yes, this is human nature.

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感谢在2019-12-0100：00：55～2019-12-0200：00：00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who threw the shallow water bomb: 1 in the south building;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: APPLE, Arase1;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: 8 for the cold bird who is afraid of the cold; ☆, 40250339, I will stew you again, 1 for Yeyu Nobu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!