[Shaman King] He has a cat

She'd be lying if she said she didn't expect it to turn out this way.

The moment she opened the door, she had a premonition in her heart, but when she saw the scene behind the door, an indescribable sense of emptiness hit her, as if a gust of cold wind suddenly whizzed through her chest , She stood by the door and forgot to react, she could only stare blankly at the strange room.

The miracle that brought her thousands of years ago did not happen again, and what she opened was just an ordinary wooden door.

The golden lacquer partitions painted with pines did not appear, and the Nijo Castle built in the early Edo period did not exist. The voices of tourists, the signs translated into multiple languages, the sultry summer air in Kyoto, and the undulating cicadas were nowhere to be found. can be found.

The worst guess has become a reality, she didn't even dare to think about this possibility before, it seems that as long as she thinks a little more, let her thoughts stay on this possibility for a longer time, her mind will turn this terrible May become real.

Because she has been avoiding the worst situation, when the reality suddenly revealed its ugly face, she stood there immobile, her hands and feet were so cold that she seemed to have lost consciousness.

She did lose her strength, too.

The backpack slipped from her shoulders, and she leaned against the wooden door and slowly sat down on the ground.

Everything was too ridiculous, she needed time to sort it out slowly, to calmly think about what to do next, but in the end she just sat in the corridor outside the door, watching the sun gradually slanting west, reflecting the shadows on the wooden floor. The daylight left her, and the dark shadows grew longer and longer.

It's a secluded corner, but not completely deserted.

She thought amusedly, as long as you act as if you are here for granted, and your expressions and actions do not show any panic, even the guards patrolling the palace will not easily step forward to question you.

But it is also possible that she just relied on the help of the Great Onmyoji Master Ma Cangye.

Those maid guards had seen her follow King Ma Cang Ye, so she could quietly sink into infinite disappointment alone, and stay in this remote corner until the sun was setting.

She didn't have any strength in her body, probably because she didn't eat today, she didn't want to think or eat for the time being, her heart was sore and astringent, she hugged her arms tightly and folded her knees, as if this would make herself feel warmer.

Obviously the weather today is not cold.

The setting sun fell behind the mountains, she buried her head in silence, letting the shadows of the night cover the corridor, thinking to herself that she was going to sleep here tonight, and suddenly felt infinite grievances in her heart.

This world is so unreasonable, so she also decided to be willful to the end.

but--

"A'Du."

The wide shadow of Kari fell on the wooden floor in front of her eyes, she unconsciously clenched her fingers and grabbed the sleeves of her clothes.

Don't call my name, don't talk to me—the moment the gentle voice sounded, all these inner thoughts melted into useless lies.

King Ma Cang Ye bent down, why hasn't he left yet, why is he still staying in the palace now.

She buried her face behind her arms and took a deep breath.

"I……"

She bit her lip, and when she raised her head, the tight lines around her mouth slowly relaxed.

She smiled at him and said:

"I may not be able to go home."

……

The dream is the summer when she was in junior high school.

The air conditioner is newly installed at home, and the summer vacation is no longer the sound of the old electric fan buzzing and vibrating. The cicadas outside the window are still noisy. The glass covered with sunlight and dust is as thin as paper in front of the cicadas. The clock on the wall points to the afternoon At a certain time, the living room was empty, which was the best time for her to waste her time.

She lay on the bed and read the manga borrowed from her friend. After the palm-sized book was circulated to the whole class, the paper with inferior ink came off the offset printing, and it was unevenly sandwiched together like fallen leaves.

She read comics while biting the ice cream. When the ice cream was eaten at the end, the melted part dripped down the wooden stick, onto the mat under her, and stuck to the bed sheet along the cracks of the mat.

……broken.

She closed the manga with a snap, and ran to the living room to get a tissue.Voices calling her name sounded outside the window at this moment, and those voices made her come downstairs to play, each time shouting louder and louder.

Some of those people's names are in her classmate records, and they are very embarrassed to write some signatures that will make people scratch their toes when they see it a few years later. Some people just live in the same community, and every time it's time to play hide-and-seek , will go to every residential building to catch the young men.

The children in a community all knew each other, and they played wildly outside every day during the summer vacation, and were covered in mosquito bites. She opened the window and shouted something downstairs, which might be "Come right away!" or "Wait a little longer!" one time!".

She casually sprayed some toilet water—no way, who made her have type O blood—takes the house key, hangs it around her neck, and jumps to the door to put on her shoes. Stepping on it, the landline on the cabinet suddenly rang.

She stopped jumping, walked over to pick up the phone, and approached the receiver:

"Hey?"

In the summer vacation when she was 12 years old, her grandmother passed away.

It was her uncle who called. On that day, her mother came back from get off work very early, bought the train ticket back that night, and left early tomorrow morning.

Leave the coastal cities and return to your inland hometown.

She doesn't have much impression of that city. Her mother has been busy raising the family by herself in the past few years, and she is very busy with work. She doesn't have time to go home every Spring Festival, and the train tickets for the Spring Festival travel season are really hard to get.

When thinking of grandma, the first thing she recalled was a kind face, a pair of rough hands, and the particularly sticky fudge stuffed into her hands.

That night, she lay in bed, unable to sleep, trying very hard to collect all her memories of her grandmother.

...What if she didn't cry at the funeral.

The thought made her feel a little scared, and for a moment she didn't know whether it was because she was afraid of what others would think of her or what she would think of herself.

She didn't want to become a cold-blooded person, but she felt cold-blooded about someone who wouldn't cry at her grandma's funeral.

There are too few memories about grandma, she is so guilty that she can't sleep, she can only try to brew her emotions——

The toilet light came on.

In the dark room, a ray of light sneaked in from under the crack of the door, silently outlining the edge of the night.

She couldn't remember why she slowed down her breathing, the silence of the night was constantly amplifying in the darkness, like a moth attracted by the lights, she went down to the bed and opened the door lightly.

The orange light expanded on the tiled floor, and in the darkness, squares of light cut out on the ground in front of the toilet door.

Through the blurry glass door, she saw a familiar and strange figure in the toilet.

The figure became smaller, the curved spine suddenly became fragile, and the blurry back hugged him tightly, obviously trying to endure, but finally let the voice escape from between the clenched lips and teeth.

As a child, she always twitched when she cried.Once she fell in the park, and her knees were bloody and bloody. She cried miserably, but the child next to her couldn't help laughing. She was so angry that she rushed over, crying and hiccupping while continuing to beat people , she still remembers it clearly.

The warm orange light is like the sun at night, silently imprinted on the cold water-like tile floor.

That night, she found out that she was indeed her mother's daughter, because they even had the same crying habits.

On that summer night when she was 12 years old, she stood by the door for a long time.

She stood outside the toilet door for a long time, but never went in.

……

Tonight is a full moon.

The veil-like moonlight flooded the courtyard, and the room was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers.

Maybe it's because her eyes haven't adapted to the darkness yet, maybe it's because the silvery moonlight makes the shadows deeper, and the dividing line between light and shadow has never been so clear, as if the moonlight is used as a knife to divide the whole world into two.

She can't sleep.

After returning to Ma Cang Ye Wang's mansion, she finished her meal and was so tired that she soon fell asleep, thinking that she would see the sun the next day when she opened her eyes, but when she woke up from her dream, she found that The room was extremely silent late at night.

She doesn't know what time it is, the battery of her mobile phone has long since run out, and it is like scrap iron now, the temple will only report the time every hour, and she doesn't know which unlucky person will wake up to watch the night tonight.

She left the hard bed and stepped barefoot on the cold, smooth wooden floor.

The wooden doors around the room were closed tightly, the clear dream was too real, and the memories of the past still vaguely remained in her body, she walked slowly and stopped in front of the door.

She doesn't know what she wants to do. Late night is an irrational time when people act on instinct.

Following her instinct, she opened the door.

She didn't know what she was waiting for. The corridor leading to the inner room behind the door was dark and empty, and there was nothing there.

Nothing at all.

...she can't go home.

She said to King Ma Cang Ye with a smile.

Tears appeared without warning, and when she reacted, great sadness suddenly hit her face, her brain buzzed, and the belated loneliness pierced through her heart like a sharp knife, and a corner of her heart suddenly collapsed.

Something squeezed her chest, she bent down, opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound, like a fish thrown on the bank out of oxygen, only tears kept sliding down her face.

She can't go home.

She hugged herself, shaking from crying.

In the silent darkness, she squatted by the door for a long time alone, when she felt a soft furry touch from her feet, a cat's tail brushed against her arm, and stopped beside her.

In the dead of night, only the cat is still awake.

At some point, the stock master came to her room along the corridor, with a light and soft purring sound deep in his throat, it slowly circled around her, rubbing its body against her from time to time, when she looked down, it It seemed to blink slowly at her.

The cat's purr was slow and soft, and Ku Zong didn't leave until she wiped away her tears.

The tawny tabby curled up like a coin and lay round next to her pillow.

It purred slowly and continuously, and the warm and thick fur slowly rose and fell with the frequency of breathing.

The sadness in my heart gradually disappeared, and the deep loneliness was no longer painful.

Gu Zong lay beside her pillow until she finally couldn't bear it and fell into a deep sleep again.

It was just a cat purring, but she found comfort in it inconceivably.

The author has something to say:

Cats purr when they comfort themselves.

It is said that studies have proven that cat purrs can also reduce stress and lower blood pressure in humans.

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