The Difficulty of a Comprehensive Manga Is an Ordinary Life

The Golden Week at the end of April is coming as scheduled.

All members of Yinglan decided to go to Fengjingye's private beach to enjoy a three-day and two-night vacation, but Qianyang didn't go.

——Qianyang sauce doesn’t participate in anything, and she has to be punished when she comes back.

——Yes, I will definitely adopt a very correct attitude of admitting mistakes.

The reason Qian Yang gave was that he had found his grandfather who was practicing outside, and hoped to meet him during the holiday.

——to relieve the doubts in my heart.

——Why does she need to go back to Asahina's house?

——Also, she seems to be able to see things that she could see again...

Qian Yang took the long-distance train, passed through countless fields and forests, and finally stopped at the place marked "Eight Plains".This is a place with deeper forests and lush forests than Qianyang imagined. It is not a fast-paced and colorful modern big city like Tokyo, but it is a surprisingly comfortable small town.If you're lucky, you might be able to find him.

Qian Yang tidied up her hat, opened the map in her hand, and headed towards the monastery she wanted to go to.

My grandfather is a monk who likes to practice outside. He traveled all over the famous mountains and ancient temples in China, did a lot of practice, and never stopped his footsteps.

When he was a child, he also took him for a period of time, teaching himself to chant the mantra of "Praying and Hearing the Dharma" every day. It is said that this mantra can enhance people's memory and make them unforgettable after reading it.During those days, Qianyang always thought that he would follow his grandfather to travel thousands of mountains and rivers in the future, and one day he would also put on the robes like his grandfather, and sit in front of the goma altar and sing the greatness of the Bodhisattva of the Void Storehouse every day. Mantra.

Qian Yang actually didn't want to, she would see all kinds of people passing by outside, she would see the clouds and birds in the sky, she would also see the butterfly on her grandfather's cassock, instead of [empty].My grandfather once praised himself for being born with a Buddha heart and a talent for enlightenment.Nobody doesn't like compliments.Qian Yang also thought that he would persevere because of this encouragement and trust.

Until that day when my mother came to pick me up, my grandfather held a staff and stood in front of me and asked a question.

[What is in front of your eyes? 】

Qian Yang looked up and saw the falling flowers one after another, the slim figure of a woman behind the curtain of the rain of flowers, and the eternally peaceful eyes of his grandfather.

[It is a choice. 】

Qian Yang asked suspiciously: "Grandfather wants Xiao Qian to make a choice?"

Grandfather's figure did not waver in the slightest.His gaze always seemed to see through everything, and he put his hand on Qianyang's head and said: "Life is a life with choices. No matter which one you choose, your destiny will change accordingly. When you encounter any setbacks , even if you regret it, don't look back."

Qian Yang later held his mother's hand and stopped reciting obscure prayers.

The mountain temple is very difficult to find, and the map will not describe it in detail when it reaches the deep forest.Qian Yang soon lost his way among the bushes that looked similar everywhere.In the end, only a dilapidated shrine was found, and the shelves outside the shrine were covered with ema.Some are eroded by wind and rain, and the pictures on the wooden signs and people's wishes are blurred with the passage of time.But the whole densely packed area of ​​painted horses is quite spectacular. When Qianyang saw it, he couldn't help being surprised, but he was afraid that he would never be able to get out of this deep forest, so he didn't bother to stay and watch. move on.

—Please don't go.

It was a very gentle female voice, as gentle as a pond full of lotuses.

—Stay with me, just for a moment.

—I need you, I need your whispers.

—Please call me by my name.

There was almost desperate pleading in the female voice, and there was a faint choking in the words.

To cover up the sudden stop, Qian Yang took out the headset from the backpack, hung the hat on the side of the backpack, put on the headset, and prepared to leave again.At this time, a panicked male voice sounded: "Don't move. I know what you want, please stop saying those strange words."

"Pfft", the woman laughed, her voice was very clear.

It turned out that he was playing tricks on people?

Just now Qian Yang thought that he met again... If the other party is human, can he let him take him away from this dense forest?

A thin boy in a white shirt lay at the source of the sound, and a woman in a kimono with a strange mask sat beside her.

Qian Yang covered his eyes with his hands, and secretly looked at the two of them between his fingers.

"I didn't see anything."

"Hey? Qian! Why are you here?" Natsume sat up quickly, and before he could stand up, a white hand stretched out in front of him, and Natsume grabbed it and stood up.

Qianyang didn't expect to meet Natsume either. Although they kept in touch with each other, they haven't seen each other for three or four years.But what's strange is that even so, they can still recognize each other at the first sight, and it seems that nothing has changed, and the relationship is still well preserved.Before reminiscing about the past, Qianyang first asked: "Natsume, who is this woman?"

"It's a long story. But, you can see it again?" Natsume said in surprise.

"You mean..." Qian Yang looked at the woman, his hands shook again and again, and finally he said with fists, "Please tell me, it's not true."

Natsume patted Qianyang on the shoulder and said, "Just admit the facts!"

"I finally became an ordinary student." Qian Yang wailed.

The woman knelt on the ground and looked back and forth between Natsume and Zen Ami, and finally interrupted: "Master Natsume, can you return my name?"

Natsume remembered what he was going to do, and immediately touched the bag on his waist, but stopped his hands, and looked at Qianyang hesitantly.

——Can you tell her about Natsume's account of friends?

——She is my first friend, there is nothing I can't say.

——But, will this worry her?

Qianyang noticed that Natsume was uncomfortable, and thought that Natsume also had her own secret, and said, "I know it would be embarrassing for you to transform in front of me, so I'll take a step first."

"How can I have a transformation device!" Natsume retorted immediately.

"Don't be shy." Qianyang left with her hands behind her back, but Natsume grabbed her back and said, "It's not something shameful, just watch from the side."

"Then do you need to cover your eyes?"

"Need not!"

"Really not?"

"Need not!!"

Natsume took out an A5-sized book from his pocket. The cover was hard-shelled dark green, with the words [Book of Friends] written in ink.Natsume said "The one who protects me, reveal his name", the book soared into the air, turning the pages automatically, emitting a white light symbolizing spiritual power.After a while, a piece of white paper stood up in the middle.

Just as Natsume was about to tear it off, the woman stopped him and said, "Master Natsume, this is not mine. There is no name on it."

--Huh? ! !

This is the first time Natsume has encountered this kind of situation. If there is no name, the friend account will usually be closed by itself, and the name will definitely be set up.I have never seen a white paper standing alone, and Natsume tried to close the book, but it seemed that someone was singing against him, trying to open the book.

Natsume observed for a long time, only to see that the white paper was gradually stained with crimson, and coughed lightly: "Reiko, don't keep staring at people, I will be shy." Natsume was so frightened that he threw the friend account into Qianyang's arms Before Qian Yang had time to react, the white paper ran out slowly, and the paper was stretched longer and longer.

Holding the brochure, Qianyang ran around in a panic, not knowing who to give it to, and finally threw it all at Natsume.Natsume was covered by white paper that didn't know how many meters long.

——After cleaning up the scene——

Natsume, Qianyang and an unknown woman knelt on the grass beside them, explaining the death of Qing Lingzi's grandmother.The white paper of the account of friends opened its eyes like a thread, and began to tell how she appeared.

"Mina-san, people are called paper jams in monsters, because they look like a piece of paper. So this is the source of the tragedy."

"Natsume Reiko is very famous among youkai, and has collected a lot of youkai's names. But before the account of friends appeared, these names were just randomly put."

"Huh?! That's such an important thing." The woman exclaimed in surprise.

"Isn't the monster's name equivalent to their life? Can it be placed randomly?" Qianyang looked at Natsume.

Natsume coughed lightly, which seemed like Grandma Reiko's style.

"One day, when I went to see Reiko, knowing this situation, I suggested that she make a friend account. I fell asleep waiting by the side, and Reiko sewed it into the book by mistake. The thread is cursed. I have no way to leave by myself. Besides, as you know, the name itself also has spiritual power. I have been overwhelmed by a group of names with great demon power and have no chance to appear. Now I finally found a chance to come out. Help me get out of the account of friends."

"Is it enough to untie the thread of the friend's account?" Natsume asked, and when he was about to do something, Qianyang stopped him: "Natsume, we don't know if it is deceiving people, so if you let it out so rashly, we will Not feeling well."

The paper clip was stared at by Qian Yang and unconsciously took a step back, but he said: "Measure others with a villain's heart, be careful that people will hate you more and more."

This is a great truth.

In view of what Natsume told him about the account of friends, Qianyang nodded disapprovingly and said: "Give me your name, and I will return it to you after the matter is over. I know that paper clips can connect all the papers together. , what if you take away all the names in Natsume's account of friends, what shall we do?"

"If you can't trust us even with such a trivial matter, we don't need to talk to you." Qianyang said aggressively, "Natsume, let's close the friend account."

The paper jam quickly called out: "Wait a minute, I understand. Allow me to think again, if you are lying..."

Qian Yang sneered, making the paper feel cold.

"People can't be trusted in the first place." Jia Zhi added weakly.

Natsume stopped Qian Yang who was still talking, and said in a good temper: "We are not in a hurry."

Qian Yang had no choice but to soften down first.

When the woman next to them saw that their business had come to an end, she asked, "Master Natsume, is my name not in it?" Thinking of what was said in the paper clip, Natsume Reiko threw names around, and the woman felt very uneasy.

Naturally, the paper jam won't make Natsume recite the mantra to turn the page. If he is unfortunately turned away, the next time he appears will be the year of the monkey, right?So he asked eagerly: "Tell me about your situation. I have talked with Reiko a lot, maybe I know where your name is."

Seeing Natsume nodding, the woman said: "I am an earthbound spirit, and I have forgotten what I was like before I was alive. I have been living in the nameless shrine on the mountain. I don't know how long it has been. The only thing I remember is the ema used to pray for blessings in the shrine. About Reiko. Reiko bet with me whether No. 1 who appeared at the gate of the shrine was a man or a woman. Then I lost the bet, so I gave her the name.”

"Shrine?" Jamie mused. "A lot of monsters are in the shrine." After thinking about it, he said, "What's the use of having a name for a ghost with such weak monster power as the Earth Binding Spirit?"

——This is obviously just complaining.

"How much do you remember about Ema?" Natsume asked.

"It seems that there is a very important one in it, which was given to me by an important person, but I forgot which one it was." The woman said distressedly.Although she has this feeling, she never knows why this feeling exists.

"Maybe we can help you if we find it," Natsume said.

"Hey?" Qianyang thought of the hundreds of emalins passing by, and suddenly became very stressed, "Natsume, are you serious? Not to mention the countless numbers, some of them may be so old that no one can see them." Cleared. How do we find it?"

"I just feel more, if we forget that we once cherished one thing so much, the feeling of a person should be very pitiful." Natsume's tone was soft, with a touch of sadness on his face. "If you can find it, if you can remember it, even if it is beyond recognition, it will still be moving."

"So I hope that I, too, can help her get back what she cherishes."

"...Okay..." Qianyang is always easy to admit defeat to the gentle Natsume. "Let's go! When it's critical, a friend's ribs are used to be stabbed with a knife." After speaking, he dragged the friend's account away.

The author has something to say:

In the story, I still don't have a good grasp of Natsume's character. If there are any bugs, please point them out.

Then next Friday I will start my holiday, so I will post at 9 am next Friday.

Next week preview:

One, the story of the masked woman and the ema.君がため怀しからざりし明さへ长くもがなと思けるかかな.

(I cherish my life for the king, I only hope that we can meet each other for a long time.)

Second, everyone who curses with their lives and would rather be backlashed has reasons for not wanting to turn back.

Ema is a wooden plaque similar to a plaque used to pray in Japan. Different regional cultures have different patterns on Ema.