Blade of the Sun [Comprehensive]

Under the night light, he really returned home.The house shakes a ghostly figure under the moonlight, and the plum tree in the yard is now bare, and it has not yet reached the season of flowering.

There are still half a year.

Plum blossoms are so rare in this place.This plum tree transplanted from another place almost didn't survive the first season.If it weren't for "Spring Return" to make it regain its former life, this plum blossom tree would disappear from this world immediately.

The sun wheel slowed down.His hand finally fell from the hilt, hanging naturally by his side.

His brows and eyes softened, like a piece of soft snow falling on the knife.

Standing outside Honghuaye's room, Rilun saw the stable figure of the other party through the thin paper.

It's very familiar.

Where's the quilt?

He opened the door gently, barely making a sound.

The little child was lying on the bed, his eyes were closed tightly, and the eyeballs under his eyelids were rolling.

I'm dreaming.

He closed the door again and went back to his room.

The first thing to do is to put Ji Mingming Zhan back into the small dark room.The blade that killed the two ghosts was still sharp, as if it had never been stained with blood.Its whole body is as bright as snow, like amber, but as strong as steel, which can break its hair.

Holding it in his hands, the sun wheel put back the knife that his grandmother had given him at the time of his life.

After finishing this matter, he began to pay attention to his own situation.

There was blood on the clothes.Across the chest, there was an arc of blood splashing.

This was splashed when I killed the third string.

He could have dodged, but he didn't.

that look...

Reminiscent of something unpleasant.

The "unpleasant" here does not refer to something that makes people upset, but something that hurts that person.

At that time, the air was full of "sadness".

Ghosts are sad creatures.They used to be people too, people with family and friends.

But after becoming a ghost, everything will disappear, and everything will disappear.

The sun wheel took off the dark red feathers on its body, and shook off the leaves and dust on it.Then came the coat, the blood stains on it made people look scary.

Not only the blood of the third of the lower strings, but also his blood.

The coat, which was lighter in color than Haori, slipped to the ground.What happened at the same time was his squatting body and the blood continuously overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

Ahhh, isn't there such a thing as a "famous doctor passing by" in this world?

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Honghuaye woke up early in the morning.When he opened his eyes, there was a fluffy bird parked on the trunk of the plum blossom tree, singing loudly.

The early bird gets the worm, but what about the early child?

"Brother—brother!" Honghuaye put on her clothes and ran to the next room.

Grandma Qiuzi appeared in the corner of the room, she put a finger to the center of her lips.

Honghuaye fell silent.

The other party's elusiveness really shocked him.

"Young Master, Madam is still sleeping, please keep your voice down." Grandma Qiuzi's eyes and face looked very serious, which made half of the enthusiasm early in the morning dissipated.

Honghuaye pulled her ears and whispered, "Got it."

Just like fleeing from an evil spirit, he ran away with his clothes in his hands.

Honghuaye stepped on the wooden board and swung open the paper door of her brother's room.

Brother is already up.The other party was lying on the table, not knowing what he was doing.

Hong Huaye made no secret of her destination and ran over to hug the opponent's neck, causing Rilun's movements to be crooked.

"What is brother doing?"

"...the flute?"

The other party was whittling something long and thin with a wood-shaving knife.There is a half-moon hole and two small round holes on it.

flute.

The half-moon shape is used to vent air, and the round hole is used to adjust the pitch.

"I'm cutting the flute." The sun wheel faced the window, and shone the cut flute into the bright sky. There were some sharp arcs on the outside of the smooth skin of the bamboo and wood, and the color of the rising sun fell gently. , several light spots reflected on the top of the bamboo flute.

Rilun held the flute and handed it to Honghuaye, "Send it to you."

The bamboo flute twirled a few times in the boy's hands before being thrown back into Rilun's hands.

"I don't want this kind of thing! I have many more beautiful ones!" Honghuaye yelled: "Brother, let's go shopping, I want to buy new toys! I want new ones! There is still sugar, no sugar to eat me I'm going to die." He took his brother's arm and shook it vigorously, as if if the sun didn't agree with him, he would shake forever.

The hand slightly bigger than Honghuaye gripped the bamboo flute slightly.With an arc of his wrist, the bamboo flute fell into his pocket.

I don't know if it's because of the weather or because of the physical problems caused by killing the ghost yesterday, but his already plain white face became even more sickly white.

Rilun lowered his head, the sawdust on the bamboo flute was still in his palm.

(Don't you like...?)

Maybe not everyone likes such a flute.

……

A complete bonanza.

Honghuaye, who has never been short of pocket money since she was a child, has a special jar for money.When he went out, he grabbed a lot of coins and put them in his pocket. After playing all morning, he still had a lot left.

He is a child of a wealthy family, and he has lived in a life without worrying about food and clothing since he was a child.

Honghuaye held a candy stick and asked, "Brother, won't you eat it?"

The sun wheel shook his head.His eyes wandered, wandering back and forth in the market.None of the hanging novelties caught his attention.

Like an old man who has no needs, he seems to be walking through the busy streets alone.

"Meow." A small meow sounded in front of the sun wheel.He looked down and found a black kitten standing at his feet.The fur is pure black, with a silky luster at first sight.It stood in the shadows, its eyes shining golden light.

"Ah, it's a cute cat!" Honghua Yetang didn't care about it, and yanked on Rilun's sleeve, "Can I raise it? Brother, I want to raise this cat!"

His eyes were shining, and every time he looked like this, it seemed like there were stars in them.

Rilun lowered his head, "No way."

Their house is really not suitable for keeping animals.

But Honghuaye is not an obedient child.

He said, "Brother, I want to raise it!" As he spoke, he was about to grab the cat's tail, but the cat easily avoided it.

Cat!

Cat!

"No." The sun wheel emphasized again.

He almost pulled her back home amidst Honghuaye's cries.People on the street were looking at them, looking at them with that kind of curious eyes.

"Why can't I raise it?" Honghuaye asked with her mouth shut.

Rilun said, "It's probably someone else's."

"Then we can buy it. I have a lot of pocket money, and we can find the owner to buy him."

Rilun's eyes wandered to the edge of the plum tree in the courtyard. There were several small white-gray shells on the dark brown trunk.He knew he had to get rid of the eggs, or they would hatch again next spring and crawl up and down the branches.

He knows.

"You've had a lot of cats." At this point, he couldn't help stretching out his arms, palms high in the air.

Honghuaye thought his brother was going to hit him, so he put his arms around his head.

He just gets a hug.

It was a kind of warmth, mixed with sadness.

Honghuaye's eyes gradually became dizzy.

The focus of his gaze was originally on the back of the opponent's snow-white neck.