Miss Zashiki

— trust myself?

Fu Xiaoyue stared fixedly at him and didn't speak for a long time.

The drug seller held her hand and waited quietly. After waiting for a long time, he finally waited for her to speak again:

"...So, what if I'm not me at all?"

Hearing the words, the young man standing in front of her remained calm on his indifferent and beautiful face, but held her finger with a little more strength.

Fu Xiaoyue's voice was very low, even slightly hoarse: "Mr. Yaolang, you said that a person's physical truth is the direct proof of his existence in the world. But my physical truth is completely different from what others know. ...If you think about it this way, it seems that even I can't prove myself——how can I trust my own heart?"

Seeing the undisguised bewilderment in those eyes, the drug seller suddenly had a feeling that was almost in a trance.

——What should I do if I can’t even trust myself?

Once upon a time, the drug seller himself was confused by the lack of solution to this problem, and he still clearly remembers that feeling—every word and every action seemed empty, as if he was going to disappear in the next second.

So, at this moment, when he looked at the girl in front of him, a certain corner of his chest suddenly seemed to be pricked by a fine needle.

Looking down, he saw the slender fingers of the other party being held in his palm, and he remembered that they were trembling once, and they were firmly held on his dissipated invisible wrist with cold sweat.

"Let me prove it for you."

He raised his eyes again, and spoke slowly, as calmly and firmly as his eyes:

"It doesn't matter if you want to be Zashiki or Fu Xiaoyao. You can do whatever you want. It doesn't matter what you look like, who you are, what you've done before—I see you , it’s just you. No matter when and where, I can prove it for you.”

Fu Xiaoyue opened his mouth in a daze when he heard this, but was unable to make a sound for a while.

It took a while for her to come back to her senses, and there was a faint sense of uncertainty in her words: "...anything is fine?"

"Yes."

Hearing this answer, she couldn't help but feel some tightness and dryness in her throat, and her voice seemed soft:

"In the future, when I'm unhappy, I'll hide from you and keep silent, my temper will become very bad, and I'll get into trouble with you... No matter how unreasonable you are, you can't be angry with me—is that okay?"

"can."

"...Even if I remain so useless in the future, no matter where you are going to do something, you can't leave me behind, just think about it."

"it is good."

……

It was obvious that she spoke every sentence very hard and slowly, but the other party didn't seem to feel embarrassed at all, and every word deserved without hesitation.

When it came to the end, Fu Xiaoyue couldn't help but sighed slightly, with a sense of inexplicable frustration, and then closed his eyes forcefully, his long black eyelashes trembling slightly, vaguely wet.

She sniffed, as if she was afraid of disturbing something, and her voice was very soft:

"Mr. Yaolang, I think you are an idiot. I said it's the future, who can guarantee what will happen in the future? Why are you so sure? Anyone may go back on their word."

Hearing this, the drug seller pondered for a while: "...you asked me before, how can I be sure that I like you."

Fu Xiaoyue's eyelashes trembled again.

She remembered the question.

It was specifically when she was taken away by a kappa in the water marshes.

At that time, the drug seller didn't answer her——

To be more precise, before he could answer, he was suddenly interrupted by the arrival of a certain Kappa boy.

"This is the same answer to the two questions you just asked me." The drug seller reached out and gently stroked the top of her hair with his palm, "Please listen carefully."

Up to this point, Fu Xiaoyue was silent for a long while without responding, she still lowered her eyes and did not look at him, and finally she just nodded silently and quickly.

However, the drug seller didn't seem to care about her "perfunctory" attitude at all, and continued to say in a deep voice:

"I'm very sure that I can do what I just promised you - because I want to accept all your original intentions, and I want to spend with you all the karma of the rest of my life. Even though the description is haggard, this is the only intention." Change."

"..."

For a few seconds or longer, Fu Xiaoyue's mind was blank, only the noisy blood was rushing and rumbling in her consciousness, which made her almost fascinated.

Before she realized it, her body had jumped off the medicine box spontaneously, like a small cannonball, and unreasonably threw herself into his arms, and then he stretched out his hand, very accurately The dungeon caught it firmly.

Fu Xiaoyue's voice was muffled yesterday, every word was pressed against his chest: "Mr. Yaolang..."

"how."

"--you are so cute."

The voice was soft as if she was coquettish.

She paused for a moment, then quickly continued: "I like you so much."

"...Mmm." The drug seller's usual indifferent voice was transmitted to her ears with a slight vibration in the chest, and it seemed a little dull.

At this time, the corners of Fu Xiaoyue's mouth finally couldn't help but secretly curl up.

She grabbed the other party's skirt under her fingers even harder, and said with a determined tone, took a deep breath and clenched her fists:

"I'm going to Kyoto!"

-

Fu Xiaoyue returned to his room again.

After leaving for such a long time, it was inevitable that the warm bedding that had been sleeping before had already been soaked in the icy night chill.

However, after wrapping herself in it, she was surprised to find that she didn't feel cold at all. Instead, from the palms of her cheeks to her slightly bulging chest, she felt a steady stream of heat.

Fu Xiaoyao tried very hard not to fall asleep with a silly nympho smile on her face, but her whole body was like being soaked in hot spring water—light and warm—inadvertently, her eyes were still closed, The corners of his mouth curled up slightly silently.

It didn't take long before she gave up fighting her recalcitrant facial muscles.

She wanted to sleep like this.

However, at this moment-

Suddenly, a voice sounded from very close to her ear without warning:

"You shouldn't be going to Kyoto."

——The low and deep voice was not the voice of anyone she knew around her, or the voice of a monster.

——In just a short moment, goosebumps popped up all over Fu Xiaoyue's body.

The belated sleepiness that night was suddenly dispelled. She opened her eyes in a flash, and the whole demon almost jumped out of the quilt in fright:

"Who--!?"

The only response to her was silence.

With the help of the bright moonlight falling in front of the window, Fu Xiaoyue was able to see the scene inside the house very clearly—except for herself, there was no one else.

However, based on the feeling she had heard that voice before, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was very close to her.

Fu Xiaoyue held his breath slightly, his eyes widened, and he couldn't help but start to feel hairy.She even had some doubts... Could it be that she had some strange hallucinations in a state of half asleep and half awake?

For a moment, she couldn't help being a little tangled:

Should I get into the bed with my head covered and continue to sleep?Will it seem a little self-deceiving?And it's likely that she won't be able to fall asleep, she can't help but use her imagination to keep scaring herself...

What about running out of the house as quickly as possible to call for help?But if in the end it was just a false alarm, such a disturbing dream in the middle of the night, people will draw circles in their hearts...

Or, how about sneaking into Jiumingmao's room and sharing the bed with her?

Just as she was engaging in such meaningless and unnecessary entanglements, after a long time, the voice finally rang in her ears again:

"It seems that you have had a good time during this time."

In such a state of concentrating and holding his breath, Fu Xiaoyue heard it very clearly this time, and then he felt a slight sense of weirdness.

Because she found that there was still a slight error in her previous senses - the place where the voice sounded was indeed very close to her, but it was not the kind of closeness that was close to her ear, just a few feet away, but...

If she didn't have delusions, that voice seemed to sound in her body—to be precise, it seemed to appear directly in her consciousness, in her mind.But from the timbre, it sounds like it is coming from some kind of remote place, and it seems a little ethereal.

Thinking about it this way, Fu Xiaoyue inexplicably felt a long-lost and familiar feeling...

Moreover, how come hearing the other party's words, it seems that she is still a person (or demon) who knows her?But she tried hard to recall the voices of people (or demons) around her who had impressions, and none of them could match her.

Unable to understand, Fu Xiaoyue couldn't help being bold, mustered up the courage and shouted fiercely:

"Where are the monsters and ghosts! Hurry up and show yourself!"

After she finished speaking, there was a slight silence around her for a few seconds.For some reason, Fu Xiaoyue interpreted an unspeakable sense of helplessness from the silence.

Just when she was worrying about whether her attitude was too arrogant——suddenly, a icy dark blue light flowed down from the darkness of the room and spread out, covering the whole room in an instant. Everything, including the cool moonlight, was swallowed up together.

The eyes are full of faint light and shadows with a dark blue background, making people feel as if they are under the sky.In the distance, there are moon shadows hanging high, but there are no stars, only scattered floating lights, surrounded by chaotic and fragmented moon-white halos, outlining mysterious and ancient textures that are difficult to discern - stretching along the distant mountains, unknown and boundless.

The whole picture has an almost unbearable, indescribable, holy beauty.

It's a pity that, as the only audience at the moment, Comrade Fu Xiaoyue didn't calm down at all to sincerely appreciate the leisurely feelings of praise and praise.

In fact, at this moment, she felt as if she had seen a ghost, and her eyes were instantly widened:

"...Mr. Yue!?"