I live longer than the incomparable

Onimai Tsuji Mumi has been spending too much time in "home" lately, but when he realizes this, his only child has become much closer to him.

He and Inosuke were reflected in the shop window, the little boy was holding his hand, and beside them stood the smiling Yaoyao bhikkhuni who was greeting an old acquaintance they met on the road.

Guiwu Tsuji Wuchan glanced at the woman standing in front of the eight hundred bhikkhuni, whom he had no memory of, and felt bored in his heart.

But on the surface he still gave enough face, looking like a good husband who is waiting for his wife.

"Speaking of..." The woman who stopped Babai Kuni on the road showed a bit of envy: "We haven't seen each other for five or six years, and Mrs. Babai is still as young and beautiful as before."

The eight hundred bhikkhuni smiled politely, even if he didn't miss the world or the contacts with others, but based on the premise of living for such a long time, polite words and the like can still be easily grasped.

"Mrs. Ishida is getting younger and younger. If you didn't take the initiative to call me, I would not be able to recognize you."

The woman called Mrs. Ishida covered her mouth and smiled, her eyes fell on Inosuke, wanting to reach out and touch the child's head.

"This is Inosuke, I haven't seen you for a few years and I've grown up..."

But before the palm touched, it was blocked by the Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni calmly, she nodded, "Please remember it all the time."

While talking, she also glanced in the direction of Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi, although he had a very good disguise, but if you want to talk about the person who knows Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi best, there are only eight hundred bhikkhunis.

Compared with Oni Wu Tsuji who felt bored standing aside, it was more troublesome to deal with this kind of "old acquaintance" who should have lost contact with each other long ago.

Fortunately, it's only been five or six years, and their appearance has not changed, which can also be explained by proper maintenance.

only……

When she focused on Inosuke, Mrs. Ishida suddenly recalled the reason why they moved out of the residence.

"The boy from Tomioka's family back then was also at this age..."

The "Tomioka family" she was talking about was a family not far from the previous residence of Onimai Tsujimumi and Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni.

At that time, there were two children in that family. The elder sister had reached the age of marriage, and the younger brother was only in his early ten years old.

"Unfortunately……"

"Mrs. Ishida should not think too much about the past."

Realizing what she was going to say, Eight Hundred Bhikkuni interrupted her.

Inosuke shouldn't have known about that kind of thing.

On the day before the marriage of Tomioka Tsutako, the eldest daughter of the Tomioka family, their residence was attacked by "ghosts".

The eight hundred bhikuni heard the result from the mouth of Oni Wu Tsuji Musai-except for the youngest child Tomioka Yoshiyuki, the rest of the Tomioka family were killed by ghosts.

At that time, Inosuke, who was only four or five years old, happened to run out to get a cake for his mother, and Onimai Tsuji Muchan casually mentioned it while sitting on the sofa.

Inosuke, who came back, stood at the door and saw what his father was talking to his mother, and was about to join in the fun, but unexpectedly, his mother quickly covered his father's mouth and pressed him on the sofa.

The little Inosuke froze in place for a moment, tilting his head, not understanding his mother's sudden move.

"Mother?"

Yabaichuni blocked Inosuke's sight with his body, preventing him from seeing Kimai Tsuji's surprised and angry expression.

"Father and mother have something to talk about," Yabaichuni ignored Onimai Tsujimi's ugly face, and turned to Inosuke in a gentle tone, "Can Inosuke go back to the room first?"

Although she originally lived beside the "ghost", Yabaichuni deliberately concealed the existence of the "ghost" from Inosuke. Her reason was equally simple——

Just want him to live as a human.That's all.

Hearing this reason, Onimai Tsuji sneered. He looked at the girl lying on top of him, and said harshly: "He will find out one day."

Onimai Tsuji responded by saying what she had said to him back then: "Humans are mortal. But neither you nor I."

Perhaps Guiwu Tsuji Wumi didn't realize it himself, but he subconsciously divided the eight hundred bhikkhunis into the same position as himself.

If it was normal, she would definitely smile and answer: "Then I see that the sun tomorrow is very beautiful, why don't we go out for a stroll together?" or something like that.

Although it was unavoidable that Wu Mi lost his temper when his anger value reached the peak.

But that time, Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni rarely refuted him.

Human life is short.She knew it all along.

only……

Living as a creature other than humans for too long, I always yearn for the life of humans unconsciously.

"When that day comes," Eight Hundred Bhikkuni said softly, "You should be more worried."

Because she saw the miserable future of Ghost Mai Tsuji.She just didn't tell him.

——The monster with pale hair and black hair covering its body is being surrounded by swordsmen from the Demon Slayer Squad.

On the other hand, Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi had black hair and red eyes, and he looked vigorous in a shirt and vest.

How miserable.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni thought to himself, those who do not want to die, ushered in the death he most resisted.

But the self who really yearns to die can only wait for that day to come.

When Oni Wu Tsuji died too, no one would taunt her with her in the long and hopeless years to come.

Rarely, she developed a somewhat tolerant and loving mood, so she lay on Guiwu Tsuji's body and gently stroked his cheeks. Her white and soft fingers stroked his outline, making those already dull eyes even more intense. deep.

Gui Wu Tsuji misunderstood what she meant, and then lay in the same bed with her.

This is not the first time that this kind of thing happened, they had such intimacy earlier.

Oni Wu Tsuji is too selfish and never cares about other people's feelings, even in bed.

And there are only eight hundred bhikkhunis who can endure his bad temper and live with him for a long time.

——*——

After finally dismissing Mrs. Ishida, the lights on the street became brighter. Now there is no curfew, and in a big city like Tokyo, there will be no desolation and loneliness after nightfall.

When they came to this city for the first time, its name was Edo. In order to create more powerful ghosts, Oni Wuji ran around looking for suitable humans, and Yabaichuni also followed him to many places.

At that time, when night fell, everything was so quiet that only the chirping of birds, beasts and insects and the whirring of the wind blowing through the woods remained.

Such a quiet night is very suitable for nostalgia-provided there is no one else around.

Standing on the brightly lit streets of Tokyo, the eight hundred bhikkhuni suddenly realized that they had always stood by each other's side in the long past.

Such cognition caused her to be in a trance for a moment, but she was distracted by the crowd on the street.

Inosuke is still a child after all, even if he holds the palm of "father", he is very likely to be squeezed away by the crowd.

——And the bigger possibility is that Wu Mi, who suddenly felt evil in his heart, let him go on purpose.

Just when the eight hundred bhikkhuni wanted to get Inosuke to come to her side, Onimai Tsuji Muyou made an unexpected move.

This man who would never do such a thing no matter how much he pretended on weekdays actually picked up Inosuke and let him stay in his arms.

Even the eight hundred bhikkhuni didn't expect him to do such a trick.

"There are a lot of people on the street," Ghost Mai Tsuji said in his usual hypocritical and gentle voice, "If my dear doesn't hold my arm, I might get separated."

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni: "..."

Are you broken or am I broken? ? ?

She took Onimui Tsuji's arm in a trance, and followed him into the theater and into the coffee shop with the child in his arms. After visiting several clothing stores and several jewelry stores, Mrs. Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni I can't stand it anymore.

Seeing her hesitant to speak, Guiwu Tsuji Wumi had a rare experience of her usual mood after mocking herself.

——It's still kind of interesting.

The mood is completely different from that of Yabaichuni, so that after returning home, Oni Wu Tsuji did not immediately give up his "good father" persona, but continued to act with great interest.

As if he was also trapped in this house-playing game, when Inosuke was about to go to bed, he moved the chair and sat beside Inosuke's bed.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni wanted to drive him out immediately.

For her only child, she has always given him the best things, whether it is material or emotional, Eight Hundred Bhikkuni will not be stingy.

So every night, before going to sleep, Inosuke can get a story of hers.

For this reason, Bhikkhuni Eight Hundred went to the bookstore to purchase a large number of books in person.

Lying on the soft bed, Inosuke saw his father and mother sitting beside his bed at the same time for the first time. Faced with this situation, he made a request.

"I want Dad to tell a bedtime story, can I?"

The childish little boy who had not lost his baby fat looked at his father and mother with big round eyes.

Eight hundred bhikkhunis were silent again.

Sure enough, everything was the fault of Onimiya Tsuji.

If he didn't sit here, how could Inosuke make such a request?

Looking at the storybook in his hand, and looking at Onimai Tsuji Mumi with a smile on his lips, Yabai Khuni was trying to dismiss Inosuke's idea on the grounds that "father doesn't know how to tell stories", but unexpectedly Onimai Tsuji Wu Mi took the storybook from her tonight as if she had really taken the wrong medicine.

What story will Ghost Dance Tsuji Wucan tell?

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni suddenly remembered a story he told himself a long time ago——

It was the story of a child born without emotion, miserable and unaware.

Now what he wants to tell Inosuke is the story of an immortal shrine maiden.

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