Blade of the Sun [Comprehensive]

Yi Wozuo didn't know what to do now.

Because the adult was here, he didn't dare to leave without the other party's permission.

Because his appearance as a ghost is too eye-catching-short pink hair and eyelashes, and a small gown that is too shameful for a human being, so Yiwoza had no choice but to change his appearance.

black hair.

This appearance of him made him feel very strange... as if he had seen himself like this before.

But Yiwozuo couldn't remember.

Because Yamamura Zhen took the bastard father he said to go out to settle accounts, so the care of patients and children was handed over to him.The baby looked like he was going crazy, but then he became quite normal.

Just still can't speak.

Taking care of sick people is hard work.

It is even more difficult to take care of a patient who has a high fever and constant cough for unknown reasons.

This patient (Wisteria Rilun) is always half asleep and half awake, and there is often nothing in his confused eyes.

He apologized to Yiwozuo.

But Yiwozuo felt that this was nothing.

Because the patients are very hard, they don't want to cough, and they want to breathe normally... But the weakness of the body has become an obstacle that prevents their small wish from being realized.

Yiwozuo thinks he is so weak.

In his eyes, this human cub is as weak as an ant.

Yi Wo Zuo hates the weak.

But now he has to take care of this strangely ill guy here.

What Yin Gu said to that adult became more and more mysterious, and it was beyond his comprehension.And he could only see signs of "thin blood" from this human being, and he couldn't see anything else.

But what if it's thin blood?Yiwozuo never eats people (women).

Although he was always laughed at by other ghosts, he never cared about this.

The body of this human child is really weak.But according to what the boy from the Ghost Killing Team said, the other party was also healthy before, so it wasn't like this.

The patient's hand flicked.

Yi Wozuo's eyes flickered for a moment, then helped him up, let his head rest on the pillow, and then fed him water.

I don't know why, but he was very proficient in doing this series of actions, as if he used to take care of others like this.

But as a ghost, he can only obey orders to fight and kill.

Could it be that, when he was a human, he often took care of such a person?

……can not remember.

... nasty stuff.

Yiwozuo tried to throw these useless things out.

Human memory can only become an obstacle on his way to becoming stronger.

He can't be dragged down by these things...

Yi Wozuo's hand shook, and the water in the glass splashed away.

The wisteria sun wheel began to cough again, coughing as if to cough up the whole lung.

Yi Wozuo turned his head and handed the water glass to the opponent's hand.After this, he found that the human hands were trembling, and he couldn't hold the water glass at all.

Trouble... he thought to himself.

……

After feeding the water, Rilun followed him to say thank you.

His voice was so small that it was almost inaudible.

But fortunately, Yiwozuo is a ghost, a ghost with good hearing.

There is nothing but necessary communication between the two people.

Because Yiwozuo hates weak men.In his view, weakness is evil, and weakness is something that should not exist in this world.You are killed because you are weak, and you lose what you have because you are weak...

How much I want to put on a disgusted face to this guy...

But I don't know why...

Yi Wozuo didn't know that - he couldn't show that expression.

Someone's shadow is like impurities in the eyes, no matter how much you rub it, it can't disappear.

After a while, the human child said, "Have you seen my flute?"

■

Ah Yuan lost his flute.

But this is obviously impossible.

Dizi is half elder brother, the life of A Yuan.At the end of each day, when the moon rose into the sky and the precious silver powder fell to the earth, A Yuan would put the flute inside his quilt.Every morning, when he opened his eyes, the first thing he would look at was not the ceiling above his head, but the flute.

Every day, every day, every day... the flute is inseparable from him.

But like this, why did the flute disappear?

A Yuan searched the whole room, but there was no flute anywhere.The short flute with only three holes seemed to have disappeared from his vitality.

Just like the sunflower that went around the sun but snapped and broke its neck at the end.

The flute disappeared.

Because it was given by his elder brother, he was not at all ashamed to tell the other party about this matter.

But even if he didn't say anything, Ah Yan could easily see the disappointment and something wrong on his face.

Because the flute was missing, A Yuan, who had no expression, became very, very depressed.

He stopped talking.

It returned to the original state of being deaf-mute again.

(Obviously just a flute.)

Ah Yan didn't understand.

Obviously he was still being crazily burned by jealousy, but the other party would actually care about such a small matter.

Later, Ah Yan said, "It's just a flute."

A Yuan's brows were tightly frowned, and a look of about to cry appeared on his expressionless face.

"But that's the flute my elder brother gave me."

"It's just a flute." Ah Seriously replied, "Stop worrying about what's there and what's not, and teach me how you breathe."

A Yuan said that as long as he masters a breathing pattern, he will never feel tired from swinging the knife for a long time.

The two were originally sitting under the eaves, and then Ah Yan stood up.

Ah Yuan was still sitting there.

The hands were clenched together tightly, and the messy hair fell down as if soaked in water.

"That's not the case..." A Yuan said softly.

Then Ah Yan found that a few tears welled up in the other party's eye sockets.

(Just a flute.)

(why……)

……

So what is the importance of this kind of thing...

I have never seen a brother with such an expression.

In the past, A Yuan never showed any expression.Later, Ah Yuan started to laugh, it was a kind of simple smile that disgusted Ah Yan, mixed with awkwardness and ignorance of world affairs.

But it has been so long, Ah Yan has not seen the other party cry.

Even if he was locked in a small room by his family—even if few people cared about him—even if his father had pointed his nose countless times and insulted him as a cursed and useless child—even if——!

But it was Ah Yuan who shed tears for a flute that he (Ah Yan) spent half a night sharpening.He cried so sadly that he was out of breath, as if he had lost the most precious thing in the world, as if he had lost his own life.

Ah Yan held the stolen flute tightly with his hand hidden in his sleeve, and inserted his fingers around the round flute body into the palm of his hand.

(Don't cry anymore...)

(I really hate you...)

A Yuan sat there alone, crying silently.

Tears one drop, two drops, three drops, four drops... His heart was about to break.

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The black cat nimbly jumped onto the edge of the bed.He stood on top of the cabinet, looking down at the sun disc that had fallen into a deep sleep due to the high fever.The cat's paws are very soft, so there is no sound wherever it is stepped on.

There is a complex emotion in the black cat's golden eyes that cats shouldn't have.

……

Hei Si Mou looked at that face quietly, at the slender and long eyebrows, at the clearly outlined eyes, at the flirtatious lips, at the red and black hair that was pressed behind and protruding from both ends. Long curly hair……

Then he looked at the fingertips of the other party exposed outside the quilt.

There are no cocoons formed by long-term practice on the knife.

Hei Si Mou squatted there, surrounded by a peaceful atmosphere.

Hilun who fell asleep suddenly turned over and pulled up the quilt.

Then something caught his attention.

Then, the other four eyes, which had been hidden, all appeared again because of the emotional agitation.

A piccolo hangs at the waist of the sun wheel.There is a half-moon-shaped air hole and two press holes for adjusting the tone.

This is impossible……

That flute is obviously by my side.

That unforgettable blood moon night...

Yuanyi left from his side, and then, the flute was left behind.

Dizi is by his side...

The black cat's paw stretched out and caught the rough wooden piccolo.

The flute came down from the opponent's waist.

The flute was pawed at the feet of the black cat, like a little mouse that had nowhere to escape.

Footsteps came from outside the door.

Smell the breath of Yiwozuo belonging to the third of the first string.

The black cat didn't hesitate anymore, picked up the flute under its claws, and then ran away immediately.

Yi Wozuo, who was about to come in to see if the patient was awake, brushed past the black cat, only to see something long and thin in the other's mouth.

I didn't understand why the stable opponent... ran away in such a flustered posture?Yi Wozuo thought uncertainly.

So he went in and saw the human child trying to open his eyes.

His lips were chapped and peeling.

Yi Wozuo suddenly remembered that he was about to give water to the other party.

……

The black cat was very fast, and it didn't take long to leave the street.Because he didn't know where he was going, he just kept running and running based on his feeling.

Avoiding the lights, he ran alone in the darkness.

Take that booty.

Hei Si Mou felt that his image had overlapped with that of the past.

It's exactly the same...

The self who stole the flute from A Yuan back then.

400 years have passed and nothing has changed.

It made him feel funny, but he couldn't laugh.

The black cat finally ran to a deserted trail with its flute in its mouth.There is no popularity in these surroundings, only a house that is not well built.But he smelled a slight ghostly breath approaching him.

The flute fell out of the black cat's mouth.

Naturally, as if nothing had happened, he left at a slow pace.

Just let it (dizi) disappear forever.

Don't come back again.

This kind of useless thing... don't appear in his life again.

A few minutes later, a plainly dressed young man and a young girl came, talking and laughing.

……

"Fangzi, I picked up a flute here!" Chiye Tanaka stood up in the grass, and waved the flute that looked like a super poor handicraft to his beloved girl.

The author has something to say: ※□□□□ has content, I just didn’t write it, it’s not a prohibited word.

※Brother Yi said not to show up, but no one knew that he had brought the flute with him for 400 years.

※In the original book, Yiwoza’s original name was Komaji. His father and lover Lianxue were both sick. They often coughed and couldn’t get out of bed.

※ ask for income

※I saw that people said that the interlude of the Warring States seems to be messy... But if it is not written like this, the ending of the Warring States cannot appear together with the small ending of the present world...