About the matter of Mrs. Chen's superstition in science

Men who don't know each other gather together, the only thing they have in common is holding a variety of women's handbags in their hands and a slightly tired look on their faces.

At the door of the women's fitting room, Tanjiro was also standing among many adult men holding a white satin bag, especially at his age.

"Do you want to accompany your little girlfriend to buy clothes?" A person next to him who looked at his watch no less than ten times asked out of boredom.

Tanjiro looked around to make sure he was belatedly meditating on his question after talking to himself.

little girlfriend.

This question made him suddenly at a loss, and he tried to calm his voice, "No, we are just friends."

Of course, such rhetoric could not convince the other party, but instead left Tanjirou with a knowing/ambiguous look.

Soon, Wakaca came out of the fitting room, and the clerk chose a simple style skirt for her.

The basin collar replaces the complicated ruffles, making the neck and shoulders look very soft. The pleated skirt and the large skirt are improved into a non-pleated A-line skirt, and the length is correspondingly shortened. Compared with the previous aristocratic elegance, More youthful and playful.

The clerk told me that this is the hot new model that just arrived, that it was tailor-made for the lady, and other such compliments, which made Tanjiro, a layman, feel that this suit is only available in heaven, let alone a person who loves beauty and dress up.

Wakaca paid the money very simply, and bought the two sets of clothes that she tried on before. Hello, me, everyone is happy.

Sunset dusk.

On the way back, the person who was talking happily stopped suddenly. Tanjiro, who was carrying a bunch of shopping bags, followed her gaze and looked to the right. It was an open space overgrown with weeds. On such a busy street , there are buildings on the left and right sides, which are particularly abrupt.

The person next to her flickered, turned around and walked towards the open space, Jiro switched all the shopping bags to one hand, and freed his right hand to grab her, "Don't go there, the tall thatch will cut your calf. "

"Thatch?"

Tanjiro noticed that the expression on Wakana's turned back was not quite right, and his throat tightened, "Wakana?"

Wakana opened her mouth, but didn't utter a single word. At first glance, she looked very calm, no different from usual, but the purple in her eyes was a bit crumbled, like mist that was blown away and couldn't condense.

After a long while, Wakaca finally recovered and smiled as if nothing had happened, "It's nothing, let's go home."

Walking to the front quickly, the arc of the corner of the mouth faded away soundlessly, and the purple pupil trembled slightly.

It was the same last time. It was obvious that it took a detour to get home, but every time I walked this way, I always went this way by mistake.

Tanjiro couldn't see the shop.

Could it be said that there are really existences in this world that science cannot explain?

The huge wall erected by science shook for a moment.

When she got home, Wakana had completely convinced herself that maybe it was a special mirage, and took her things upstairs with ease, put them on hangers and hung them in the wardrobe in the dressing room.

Walking down the stairs, she was about to ask what she wanted for dinner, when Wakana noticed that Tanjiro was not in the room with Midouko, but was standing outside the living room, with anger or hatred on his face.

Startled, Wakana quickened her pace and ran over, "Tanjiro, what happened? Is someone here—"

The voice stopped suddenly, and she walked to the sofa with a look of surprise, "Yueyan, why are you back at this time?"

Quietly put away the chill that was released just now, Tsukihiko smiled at Wakana, "The research is over for now, I want to come back to accompany you, you must be lonely at home during this time, right?"

In front of Tanjiro, Wakana didn't have the nerve to be too intimate, let alone say something like I miss you so much, she just shook her head reservedly, "I'm fine, as long as I think of Tsukihiko's hard work for this family I I feel very happy, but Yue Yan must have been very hard after being busy for so long, I will put water for you to take a bath, and I will go to bed early today, do you still have to go to the company tomorrow?"

"No need, I slept in the company for a while, compared to this, Wakana." Tsukihiko's voice became slightly colder, and there was no concealment when he swept towards Tanjiro, but his voice was still the same as before, It didn't make Wakasa suspicious, "Why is he still at home? I know you are kind, and you are always worried when you see people in need, so you can't let strangers live at home all the time. I can help you find a house."

Seen by such eyes, Tanjiro's muscles tensed all over his body, his fingers clenched tightly, and his nails dug into the flesh, exuding a hint of fishy sweetness.

He is almost sure.

This ghost pretends to be a human being alive, and it is definitely not for the so-called "love" for Wakana.

Unlike before, Wakana did not have Yizuhiko this time, and she insisted on letting Tanjiro stay, "Tsukihiko, do you have any misunderstandings about Tanjirou? He is very nice, and he is still teaching me swordsmanship. Why don't you just treat it as rent?" It's paid."

"Swordsmanship?" Tsukihiko's face instantly became extremely ugly when Wakana couldn't see it, and his voice became a little colder, "This kind of thing is not suitable for you, Wakana, you just need to do as I say. .”

"Eh?" Wakana was startled by the meaning expressed in this sentence, this was the first time that Tsukihiko clearly objected to what she did, and it was also the first time that she spoke in such a tone, it seemed like a different person for a while.

"Sorry, I said too much. Swords don't have eyes. You are delicate and weak. What if you accidentally hurt yourself? I will be worried."

Tsukihiko quickly gave a suitable explanation, although Wakana had doubts and accepted it without doubt after so many years of affection, it is understandable for people to feel abnormal when they are tired.

Only Tanjiro's heart was pierced with hundreds of thorns, and after being riddled with holes, he fell into the ice cellar and was icy cold.

no!Wakana was completely deceived!

Tanjiro struggled to breathe as if his neck was being strangled, this ghost was telling lies, no matter how gentle his attitude was, there was no smile in his eyes.

Compared with his wife, he looked at Wakana and even ghosts don't have the appetite for humans. To him, Wakana is no different from the stones on the roadside.

"..."

The atmosphere was weird and eerily dignified.

Wakana really doesn't understand why Tsukihiko and Tanjiro look at each other like this and hate each other. No, it's not just "hate", it's simply physical discomfort and rejection.

She didn't speak, and the two of them used silence as a weapon to fight against each other, and they didn't know what to communicate in their hearts.

"Cough cough."

With a light cough to attract attention, Wakana wanted to ease their relationship, and offered to eat hot pot outside, "Tsukihiko, don't you also like hot pot? It just so happens that Tanjiro and I haven't had dinner yet, why don't we all go together, hot pot is about The more people eat, the happier they will be."

Tanjiro was extremely suspicious that Oni had lowered his head for Wakana, and what those eyes saw was so beautiful.

……

Totally useless!

Rather, it had the opposite effect!

Tanjiro only ate the contents of the bowl, and continued to scrape the air with his chopsticks when the bowl was empty, and Tsukihiko didn't even move his chopsticks.

This made Wakana have no chance to ask Tanjiro why he was carrying that big wooden box, didn't he put Nezuko in it again?

Wakana didn't give up when one trick failed, and proposed to go shopping. The commercial street at night is more lively than during the day.

Wakaca suppressed her worries and pretended to enjoy the foreign fruits displayed in the window with great interest.

The two people walking behind were relatively speechless, and Tanjiro didn't relax for a moment, maintaining the breathing method for a long time made fine cold sweat break out on his forehead.

Tsukihiko walked slowly and kept a certain distance, glanced at Wakana not far away who seemed to be attracted by the delicate foreign fruits, and slowly raised his hand.

Nails have become sharp and long.

A slight movement of his made Tanjirou tense at the end of his nerves at any time, staring at him firmly, and grasping the Hikari sword through a layer of fabric on guard.

Tsukihiko frowned, and just like that, in front of Tanjirou, quickly slashed the back of the neck of the passer-by who passed by him at a speed that humans could not achieve.