As we all know, winding zero is a human being

The recuperation time passed quickly, just like what the doctor said. After two or three days, Ling obviously noticed that his body had improved a lot, and his back was no longer sore. After a week, he also returned to his previous state. .

This speed is of course not satisfactory to Wu Mi, every time he stares at him to take medicine, it seems to have some deep hatred with that thing.

Zero had no choice but to give him a hug every time he turned around and saw the ancestor of the ghost with an unhappy expression to comfort him.

It's fine to hold it high, he still wants to live for two more years.

Zero's fingertips were entangled with Zero's short hair, which he shaved casually with a knife without bothering to take care of it. Oni Wu Tsuji was not very satisfied with the short hair that easily slipped through his fingers disobediently.

He seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and before he reached the point of time, his tone was a little colder, but he was on the verge of danger: "Is there something you have recently... you are hiding it from me?"

Zero moved his head from that stiff shoulder without moving his eyes: "You mean...?"

Don't panic, this is just a small scene, if you don't come so many times a month, he will say that he is not used to it.

"If you mean, I bumped into Tong Mo when I contacted the medicinal material supplier in the name of your company," Ling thought that he didn't know who was joking with him as soon as he thought about it, so That innocent and aggrieved voice was [-]% unadulterated, "Yes, I am investigating the blue Bana flower without telling you."

"...That would be the best." Sure enough, Wu Mi did not doubt this, stared at him for a while as if he had found a reason, and then put the matter aside.

However, after being doubted whether it was intentional or unintentional like this, Zero had no consciousness that he might be exposed. Instead, he felt that Guiwu Tsuji Wumi had something to hide from him recently.

Since the showdown between them seemed like he had given up on himself, the servants with high salaries in the huge mansion were fired one by one with tears in their eyes. Except for some daily trivial matters that required him to do it himself, this decision There's no harm in either of them.

Zero didn't need to worry that one day suddenly there would be one less person and one more piece of bread under his nose, and he didn't need to wear that thin mask even in the mansion. On the contrary, the mood index of the ancestor of ghosts improved slightly.

This may be the meaning of blocking is worse than sparse. The wisdom of the ancients does not deceive others.

After staying in the living room for a short while, Ling heard the door of the study room on the second floor close again, and the crescent moon in the night sky passed halfway, but he still hadn't seen Ghost Mai Tsuji walking out of it.

He remembered that there was obviously still something to do tonight.

And when Ling knocked on the closed door of the study room, and finally moved his eyes from the winding and diffuse lines on the floor that seemed to be full of vitality, he directly turned the doorknob and walked in. Unexpectedly, there was an empty space inside. There is no one, the ironed suit is hanging in the closet.

It looks like Wu Mi left here directly through Miss Naruto.

The floor-to-ceiling thick velvet curtains hang down like flowing honey, and behind the slightly open French windows, they also flutter gently like the skirts of dancing girls blooming in the night.

This is weird, because the ancestor of ghosts keeps saying that he hates the part that belongs to human beings, but always abides by certain rules in strange little details.

For example, he will always listen to the last words of others before sending that person on the road, or for example, he will let his twelve ghost moons develop some small hobbies on their own.

For example, he actually used to leave through the entrance door to get a sense of ritual of leaving a certain place.

In short, after talking so much, I just want to say that if it happens once or twice, it might still be normal. It’s just that he hasn’t been very busy for several days in a row, but he still comes and goes on time like an office worker. Something is wrong.

Oni Wu Tsuji Mucan is avoiding him under certain conditions?This is why?

Lei, who obeyed the order of the ancestor of ghosts and always came to the mansion to report, said that he didn't know, and he didn't know either.

"I don't know." Sitting tired on the sofa, he accepted the deserted mansion well, and he didn't feel quiet at all. Instead, he felt that the previous time was very noisy. "My lord has no special orders recently, and I didn't come to look for them. pass me."

"That's it."

Ling glanced at the clock, and realized that it wasn't too late. Seeing that the entertainment activities that had been exhausted and bored all the time seemed to be only the option of turning flower ropes, he couldn't help but think of the colorful neon lights on the streets of Tokyo.

If they hurry up and get on the tram, they will still have time to visit the entire department store before the last tram returns.

After making this decision, Zero was about to stand up and start on the spot, but after thinking about it, he still needed to ask Tired's opinion: "Anyway, my lord is not at home, do you want to go shopping with me?"

Tired felt a little strange about this statement, he asked slowly: "Walking... the street?"

"Just go for a walk and see if there is anything interesting——" Zero pondered for a while, "Well, I remember two months ago that a photo studio was about to open, how about going to take a photo?"

"...a photo studio?"

Seeing the tired and ignorant look, Ling realized that this is a feudal remnant from Edo, even he couldn't explain it clearly for a while: "It's much faster than portraits, and it can leave you on the photos. The way it was."

"..." Sensitively aware that Zero seemed to be eager to try this, Tired swallowed the opinion that he thought it was meaningless, but he still wanted to ask clearly: "Why did you take me there?"

Zero pondered for a while: "If you have someone who wants to take a photo with you, of course you can go with them, such as your family - of course they'd better not scare people."

Thinking of this, he has another idea, or he can spend a lot of money to buy a camera for fun?

It may be troublesome to study old and antique styles, right?

However, after hearing what he said, I still shook my head tiredly: "It's not why you took me to take a group photo... What I want to ask is, why did you take me there?"

Zero, who asked no different questions, was stunned by being tired all of a sudden. He thought for a while before he felt that he understood the child's meaning.

"Why did I take you there?" He said uncertainly, "I see that you seem to have no hobbies or things to do, so why don't I take you out to learn more? Is this my duty?"

obligation?

Bring his family?

Tired eyes listened to Zero and said patiently: "Of course, if you don't like it, you don't have to go. When Miss Ming is free, I will accompany you home?"

"...No need." Those things that seemed to be expected in the distance, but which he was not interested in now, seemed to have value in existence again. Tired shook his head, and he took back the white silk thread wrapped around his hand. In the sleeves, the tone became a little stiff, "I want to go, take a photo... photo studio?"

"Huh?" Although I don't know why Tired's attitude has softened visibly to the naked eye, it's still very happy to be able to persuade him to go out together for a refreshment.

Seeing that he was tired, he consciously prepared his mimetic. The short curly hair that only reached his shoulders seemed to be more docile, and the eyes with deep pupils under his slender eyebrows did not seem to belong to such a young body.

Zero who ran upstairs was still asking him: "What kind of clothes do you like? I have prepared both kimono and western clothes, and I am just waiting for this day."

Hey, did he reveal something?

Forget it, it doesn't matter, anyway, it's not one or two of his strange hobbies to be exposed to children.

Tired: "... a kimono is fine."

I don't know that Ling didn't hear these words, he turned around tiredly in the living room with his head down, and only raised his head slightly when he walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the entrance.

His slender figure was wrapped in the same pale clothing, and the unhealthy color made him frown.

But I didn't seem to notice it when I was tired.

The self reflected in the mirror has a pair of black eyes.

The photographer who poked his head out from under the black curtain covering the precision instruments hesitated to speak, and his repeated actions made Ling couldn't help but also become serious.

"Tired," he read the name of the child sitting beside him, "are you not smiling again?"

"..."

And the photographer who listened to their conversation only felt even more broken.

Were the two customers who walked in just before the end of his day's business came to spoil the scene? !

The older youth seemed to be quite at ease, as if this was not the first time he had been photographed, but why did the younger child always look so frightened, without any vivacity at all? !

"Forget it." Zero smiled at the photographer and made a gesture of termination, "Let's chat first, and then no matter what you see, just take pictures like that."

The photographer was skeptical but had no choice but to agree.

In front of the window, there are round tables with glass tops and sofas for people to rest. The colorful lights outside the windows shine in, making people feel like they are in daytime.

Lei maintained his usual expression and asked straightforwardly: "Do you have to be at the mercy of that human being to take pictures?"

"According to the current common sense, everyone will always keep their best side when taking pictures." Zero thought for a while but didn't give a direct answer, "For example, smile is the most used expression, right?"

Tired expressed his attitude without saying a word.

"But no one stipulates that you must smile when taking pictures." He shook his finger, and looked at the future for more than a hundred years, and Zero was not interested in following the rules at this time, "Later, you can make whatever expression you want Expression, let's ignore him."

The photographer next door who is listening in the corner: Sure enough, I still paid by mistake.

Still understanding what he meant after being half a beat behind, Tired looked at the photos displayed on the wall with probing eyes, which were used as demonstrations.

No doubt everyone there was smiling, but why they were laughing is a mystery.

His eyes stayed on an ordinary family photo for a long time, and when he was tired and turned around, he found that Zero's attention seemed to be attracted by something.

He followed that gaze, and there was another stone statue in the photo studio.

Through the clear window glass, you can see the street at the intersection and the street that is always crowded with people. There are also rickshaws passing through the pedestrian street, and the streamers falling from the flag happen to be floating above the heads of pedestrians. The ground floats in the wind but won't come down.

Traditional dresses always have uncontrollable thick robes and wide sleeves, and the matching oval hair bun is not only gorgeous but also interprets its heaviness.

The black sleeves filled with unknown flowers made her complexion fairer, and the lips stained with red lipstick complemented the plum red eyes.

The unavoidable sights intertwined, even though he had already noticed the existence of tiredness, but he was not prepared for such a thing to happen in his expectation, and Wu Mi was obviously about to split apart.

Tonight in Tokyo is destined to be a sleepless night.