I live longer than the incomparable

It wasn't an illusion of Oni Wu Tsuji, the Yabaichuni who came back from the [-]th floor of Asakusa was more silent than before going out.

The newly delivered records were temporarily placed in the living room. When they came back, the servants came over and asked if they wanted to move them upstairs to their bedroom.

"Move it up," Guimai Tsujimu said dismal, shifting his eyes slightly, glanced at the expression on the eight hundred bhikkhuni's side, and added: "If you can't put it down, throw away the previous one."

The servant subconsciously looked at the face of the hostess, and saw that she was expressionless, so he followed the host's instructions and moved the pile of records up.

It was probably because there were too many of them, so the movement during the transfer also alarmed Inosuke and Lei upstairs. The two children heard that their parents had returned, and they both ran downstairs.

Inosuke curiously asked Eight Hundred Bikuni: "Where did father and mother go?"

The eight hundred bhikkhuni pulled out the arm holding Kimai Tsuji, and distanced himself from him without leaving a trace: "I went for a stroll outside, did Inosuke have dinner?"

Inosuke nodded.His mother's movements fell into his eyes, which made Inosuke restrain his mind.

【His father and mother never really shook hands to make peace. 】

For some reason, Inosuke suddenly had such an idea.

【Everything is just an illusion that floats on the surface, like flowers in a mirror and moon in water, and will be torn apart with a slight twist. 】

Yabaichuni didn't know what Inosuke was thinking at the moment, and naturally he didn't know that in Inosuke's eyes-his mother was not happy now.

——*——

Originally, Yabaichuni planned to take Inosuke to the new home first like last time, and let Onimai Tsuji deal with the rest of the chores, and then go there tired.

Perhaps it was because the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Squad happened to be near their new home last time, so they had to move again.

"Let's go together this time."

Onimai Tsuji made such a decision.

Yabaichuni did not raise any rebuttals, and let Onimai Tsuji Wuchan instruct his secretary to book a train ticket and prepare to take the night train to Kyoto together.

But before that, something unexpected happened.

When Yabaichuni went to the school where Inosuke was studying to handle the transfer procedures for him, he received advice from the teacher.

Now that Inosuke is about to graduate from junior high school, if he changes his learning environment at this time, it will take a lot of time to integrate into the new class and adapt to the new teaching method.

And it's not too long before the entrance examination.

After listening to the teacher's analysis, the eight hundred bhikkuni was silent for a while.

It had been hundreds of years since she had last raised a child, and things were very different then.Although Yabaichuni has been working hard to let Inosuke live like an ordinary child, but with her own personality, raising Inosuke like an ordinary mother is already the limit for her.

Even if Yabaichuni tried her best to love Inosuke, she couldn't change the fact that she didn't adapt to the world.

At least before the teacher told her, Babaichuni didn't take the so-called "entrance examination" into her heart.

"I see." She said softly.

The teacher thought that she was still determined to let Inosuke transfer to another school, seeing that her advice was useless, she didn't plan to say anything more.

"Then don't transfer schools."

Got such a reply.

The teacher was slightly taken aback, "So you mean..."

Eight hundred bhikkhuni got up, bowed slightly and said: "I'm sorry for wasting your time, I thought about it, since now is the critical period for entering a higher school, it is the best way for Inosuke to stay in your school, so ...thank you very much."

In just a moment, Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni made a decision.

In fact, this option that is more beneficial to Inosuke will naturally be the first choice in the eyes of Yabaichuni.

The teacher didn't need much persuasion at all, as long as she told her the pros and cons, it was enough to make the eight hundred bhikkhunis make a choice.

It's just... It will probably take some effort to convince Onimai Tsuji to accept such an ending.

It was afternoon when she returned home, Kimai Tsuji hadn't come back yet, Inosuke was still in school, only Tiri and the servants were at home.

Eight hundred bhikkuni knocked on the door of Tired's room, and pushed it away after getting a response from the other party.

"Mother."

The ghost who still could only maintain the appearance of a child closed the book in his hand, stood up and faced her.

Seeing this, the eight hundred bhikkhunis said, "You don't need to be so restrained."

Although I have been in this "home" for several years, I always feel like I joined halfway, so when I am tired of dealing with my "parents", I will subconsciously be cautious.

This kind of performance can be felt all the time, especially when Lei and Inosuke appear in front of them together.

Inosuke has a lively and cheerful personality, and his attitude towards his mother is mostly intimacy. Although he will restrain himself in front of his father, he seems a lot more casual than tired.

Hearing what Babaichuni said, Lei hesitated for a moment, pulled out the chair for her, and then went back to sit down by himself.

"Are you... okay?"

Tired asked.

The little spider ghost was sitting on a chair, with a pale face and a cold body, as if he and himself would also be integrated into the silent book.

In fact, it stands to reason that if you are tired, you should let your age continue to grow, so that it will be less likely to confuse the servants and Inosuke at home.

But I can't do it now.It's not that he doesn't want to, but that he doesn't have the ability.

Changing one's physical state is not an ability that the ghost of the string can perfectly control.

What's more, Lei, who lives with them among the crowd and besides his human brothers, is greatly restricted in terms of hunting and eating.

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi can use the reason of busy work to not bring the smell of blood home after eating, but tired can't find such a reason like him.

Tired can only carefully take in the nutrients he needs, and always avoid being discovered by his "brother".

But all that doesn't matter now.Tired to think.

Soon they will move to a new residence, and the younger brother will become their own kind. In the new home, there will be no need to hide any secrets.

However, what the mother said to him made Lei stunned for a moment.

She said: "I went to Inosuke's school today and decided not to let Inosuke transfer."

Tired stared blankly at her with round eyes open.

"Then..." He thought for a while, since Inosuke didn't transfer schools, it also meant: "Aren't we going to move?"

Eight Hundred Bhikkuni lowered his eyelids and said softly to him, "I can't make a decision on this kind of thing alone."

When she uttered these words, Tired clearly understood what she meant—this matter was for Mr. Onimai Tsuji to make a decision.

No matter how "loving" they seem on weekdays, they can't change the essential master-slave relationship.

The tiredness of realizing this seemed to wake up a little in an instant.

But soon he suppressed this feeling again, raised his face and looked at his mother: "Then I will wait for Father to come home with Mother, do you want to read a book? I can also read stories to you now, It's like..."

[It's like the story my mother told Inosuke when he was a child. 】

Tired couldn't contain the random thoughts that emerged from the bottom of his heart. He tried his best to control the calmness of his tone, but the subconsciously clenched fingers revealed his true mood.

Eight hundred bhikkuni did not refuse his proposal. If she said something more at this time, it would be even more heavy for Li, so why not just sit quietly in front of him and listen to him read the story to himself .

There was only a tired voice slowly overflowing in the room, and the eight hundred bhikkhuni lowered his eyelids slightly, waiting for the ghost Wu Tsuji who came home after the sun went down.

Oni Wu Tsuji, who opened the door and walked into the room, raised his eyebrows, and there was a slight surprise in his red plum-colored eyes. He came behind Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni and put his palm on her shoulder.

Lei, who was sitting opposite to Bikkuni Baba, watched him lean down and put his head on Bikkuni Babai's cheek, with a slight smile in his voice: "Why do you suddenly want Li to tell you a story?"

It is probably because I was pleased by the response of the eight hundred monks after visiting the [-]th floor of Asakusa a few days ago, or it may just be the comfort after forcibly instilling my own ideas into others.It can be seen that Guiwu Tsuji is in a good mood at this time.

Babai Bikuni didn't avoid it, but turned his face to look into his eyes, and said softly, "Because I wanted to wait for you to come back, and I didn't have anything to do, so I took the initiative to tell me the story."

Wen Yan Wuyan didn't speak immediately, but stared into her eyes, his eyes flicked across the face of Babai Bikuni, and the corners of his mouth formed a tight arc.

Guiwu Tsuji smiled lightly: "What am I waiting for? Have dinner?"

It is clear that the people in the room know each other's real face, and there is no need to pretend to hide it deliberately, but Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi still seems to have something in his words, Ling Lei can only sit opposite them and remain silent.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni raised his hands to straighten the slightly curly black hair falling down his cheeks, stood up and said, "I have some things that I want to discuss with you when you come back."

Oni Wu Tsuji straightened up and looked at her, then at the tired man who had become non-existent since he came in, and replied: "Yes."

Discussing things is obviously not suitable for a child's room, Yabaichuni left the tired room first, and Gui Wu Tsuji followed behind her.

Tired didn't seem to breathe a sigh of relief until he couldn't see the figures of the two of them at all, and blinked his eyes in a trance.

In the room, he was the only one left sitting quietly on the chair, accompanied by only those books—those, when he was still a human being, he also owned many books.

Tired suddenly had doubts, and then he suddenly realized a problem, since when did his life start to become like it was a long time ago?

The little spider ghost looked at the book in his hand, and suddenly it seemed that what he saw turned into a thick quilt again, and his fingers were weak...

The sound of something being torn apart reached his ears.

Tired subconsciously lowered his head, seeing the closed but torn book in his hand thoughtfully.

[It's different from that time... 】