As we all know, winding zero is a human being

After realizing it, Lingcai came to his senses and realized that he didn't smell any strange smell after smelling his clothes.

He thinks that other things are so-so, but maintaining personal cleanliness is related to the face and etiquette of a reliable adult man. He only went to find Hei Mou after soaking in the bathtub in the hotel yesterday evening, and then in the first half of the night I have never been to the deeper part of the mountain forest, where can I get any taste?

"Don't mind what this kid said." The owner of the bathhouse looked at Zero's actions, and after watching enough of the play, he came out again and again to explain a few words for Tanjiro, "Actually, we can't smell anything, it's Tanjiro The child's nose is different from ours, it's very sensitive, maybe it's just some small stain that he smelled?"

"Is this so?"

Although the owner of the bathhouse explained it this way, he didn't realize that if it was just an ordinary smell, how could the kitchen boy subconsciously blurt it out in the street.

Sure enough, Tanjiro looked like he wanted to refute, but he didn't speak more bluntly when he saw that he seemed to have caused some trouble to Zero.

"Well, if you have nothing to do, I will continue to work!"

"Ah - I should say I'm bothering you, you are busy with your work."

And Zero gradually realized where the smell Tanjiro said came from, and his expression suddenly became a little strange.

Uh, but if this is the case, it is not something that can be solved by taking a bath.

This scene seems familiar. A few talents are not just non-existent. He has seen someone who can distinguish the difference between a human and a ghost by relying on his own five senses instead of experience.

It's a great talent, but someone needs to be able to tell it the right way to use it.

Tanjiro quickly put away the amount of charcoal fire ordered by the owner of the bathhouse. After receiving the reward, he carefully counted it and put it in his pocket. He picked up the bamboo basket and walked to the next house full of energy.

He was often stopped by residents on the way. It seems that people in this small town are aware of the special skill of the Stove Gate Boy, and they are not polite when asking him to use his ability to solve a problem.

It is also because they all believe in this young man who still seems to be radiating heat waves all over his body in the heavy snow, and their care is often reflected in Tanjiro's distress when he finds that he is not accountable after returning home.

——So much so that he doesn't dare to collect the money now without pointing it out in person. When he goes home and puts it together and takes it out, who knows who generously paid so much for the charcoal fire!

The idea that Zero had just established was quickly vetoed and overturned by himself.

Obviously, Tanjiro has already found a perfect way to use it.

After working almost the entire afternoon, Tanjiro found a place to sit down when the bamboo basket behind the back was only one-third full. Someone brought him freshly baked steaming rice cakes , He took out the cold dry food from his arms and just made do with such a meal.

"Delicious...huh?" Tanjiro chewed on the rice cake, and suddenly smelled the aroma of miso soup.

He moved his throat subconsciously, seeing that Ling was carrying the packed hot food, and the two borrowed wooden bowls in his hands were full of two bowls of soup, and he was actually walking towards him.

The hot soup made of kelp and tofu was really tempting in this icy and snowy place, Tanjiro sat beside him a little at a loss.

"If you only eat these when you are still growing your body, don't you worry that you will not grow taller in the future?" Zero didn't regard his action as an unconscious alienation, but put the things in his hand in the vacant place.

Hearing those words, Tanjiro saw the strange kindness in his eyes. After swallowing the dry food in his mouth, he asked dully, "Do you really know my family?"

Zero didn't answer this question directly, but asked instead: "Are your flower earrings handed down from generation to generation in your family?"

Tanjiro nodded in confusion, "Yes."

"Then it's fine."

The specious inquiry has no basis and seems to have resolved any doubts, but Tanjiro saw that he was very familiar and took the lead in picking up a piece of rice cake from the paper bag he had spread over there to eat. The pastries are hot and straight.

Something came out of the tightly-wrapped emptiness that he could only associate with dried blood.

Taking a sip from the soup bowl, Tanjiro let out a blunt voice of praise: "It's really warm, thank you."

"...the rice cakes are delicious too."

Much like Mio's craft.

After happily enjoying this meal, Zero noticed that Tanjiro's expression seemed to be a little more relaxed, and then he suddenly became enthusiastic again.

He is already a very enthusiastic and spirited guy, and he really can't bear to be more enthusiastic!

Tanjiro hugged his bamboo basket, closed his eyes contentedly and basked in the sun for a while, then he seemed to suddenly remembered something, hurriedly opened his eyes and looked over: "It's really rude! I have caused you so much trouble, you still know me family, but I still don’t know your name!”

"It's about..."

If it was placed on others, he would have no psychological pressure to give a false name, but looking into Tanjirou's eyes, he always felt that lying in front of Tanjirou had nowhere to hide, right?

So Ling still honestly reported his family name: "Shangxian Ling, just call me by my name."

In fact, it is not impossible for him to refuse to use this surname.

It is not only convenient and easy to go back and forth, but this is not his surname in the first place.

But this is as deep-rooted as some things. Sometimes people's choices are momentary impulses. No matter how clear the easy road should be, what is the mood of the person who made the choice at the time? prevailed.

In short, even now, if there were not so many troubles, he would still be able to make a nice comment with a blunt mouth.

"Mr. Zero?" Tanjiro nodded, he looked at the bamboo basket in his hand, "Would you like to visit my house when I sell out this box of charcoal?"

"Huh?" Thinking of Hei Simou who was still in the mountains, he just wanted to visit his old friend from afar and cautiously didn't agree directly.

It was a very sensitive matter for him to return to this land, so it's better not to cause more trouble.

Tanjiro explained: "I don't know much about this earring. My father just told me to pass it on, but maybe my mother will know something?"

Hearing the meaning of his words, Zero hesitated to speak: "Your father..."

"Well, a few years ago, my father passed away due to illness." Tanjiro showed nostalgia without any burden.

The boy who was no more than eleven or twelve years old was able to calmly face the departure of his relatives. His hands were a little rough, and they were a pair of hands holding an axe.

Sensing Zero's gaze, Tanjiro scratched his hair and said embarrassedly: "I am the eldest son of the family, so of course I have to shoulder the responsibility of taking care of everyone."

Looking at his appearance, Zero naturally wanted to find some pleasant topics: "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"Well! I have three younger brothers and two younger sisters. It was really hard for my mother to raise us up."

Zero felt that there was no resentment at all, and Tanjiro, who accepted this life calmly, was so gentle to the bone.

Because it is family, so I can give everything for it.

If someone made fun of Tanjirou's family, the gentle boy would definitely show a terrifying expression.

Ling raised his eyes to the snow-capped mountains exposed in the distance under the clear sky in the afternoon: "Stove door boy, I still have some things to do today, or I will come to visit tomorrow morning?"

"You can just call me Tanjiro, Mr. Zero." Tanjiro thought for a while, "Do you know the way in the deep mountains? It may not be easy to find the way if you come here for the first time."

Closing his eyes seemed to be able to reach back to the memories of the past, and Zero felt that he had even smelled the warm sun when he was in that village for the last time.

"The stream that surrounds the mountain near your house. When you look down the mountain during the autumn harvest season, can you see the endless wheat waves to the end?"

Tanjiro stood up in surprise: "Eh?! Have you really visited our house? But why don't I have any impression?"

In order to avoid adding unclear things, Zero had to patch himself up: "I also heard people say that this used to be her dream that she could give everything to."

"Of course this is everyone's dream." Tanjiro agreed, but he felt embarrassed again. I don't know why he always cares about what he can't do and ignores the burden that has already been shouldered on his shoulders, " Originally, my family also had land, but I couldn't hold a hoe so I couldn't farm it, only my mother planted some fruits and vegetables behind the house."

Zero patted the boy on the shoulder, recalling the girl who had taken root in his memory like a nail house: "Tanjirou has done a good job."

Hearing these words, Tanjiro touched his nose and felt a warm current flow through his heart, and doubts arose afterward.

The smell that he tries to distinguish is obviously so gentle, as quiet as the bright moon reflected in the pond, but he also feels that he is driven by this emotion and can only make ripples on the water surface, unable to look back.

It is so thick that it is breathless, the awe that can only arise when facing the unshakable mountains and the rushing rivers...

What exactly is it?

The people and things I see during the day are naturally picked and picked to mention with Hei Simou, who is self-disciplined and sharpens himself all the time.

Zero knew that everything related to the Zaomen boy wearing genuine flower bud earrings would definitely touch his forbidden area.

However, in his entanglement, Hei Si Mou didn't seem to take this task seriously, and he was probably the only one among all the ghosts who could do this.

"In the nearby wind... there is no smell... of other ghosts..."

Slowly retracting the knife into its sheath, the ground gave off a roar of heavy objects falling to the ground, followed by bursts of dust. Heixin Mou did not look back at the trees that fell because of him, but looked into the distance.

And just like what he said, it is very strange that under the inspection of Zero and Black Death Mou, it seems that the ancestor of ghosts has never set foot or noticed in this area. Can not find the existence of several ghosts.

Uh, wait a minute, this should actually be a good thing, right?