[Shaman King] He has a cat

During the period when she first traveled to Heianjing, she often had dreams.

The contents of the dreams, without exception, are all about modern memories.

Sometimes it is summer when cicadas are screaming hoarsely. She walks through the narrow corridors between residential buildings. The exits of the corridors are brightly shining with sunlight. In the air-conditioned room, only children who are not afraid of the sun run wildly outside.

It was summer vacation before smartphones.The children in the same community played wildly outside every summer, and were caught by their parents to eat when it was dark.

The concrete floor is always hot from the sun, toilet water cannot prevent mosquito bites, the stationery wholesale market smells of cheap ink, and the bicycle rides on the uneven brick and stone ground, and sometimes deliberately speeds up to kill a thousand enemies. Losing Babai also wants to enjoy the strange screams of the people in the back seat.

Later, when she was in junior high school, the newly opened bookstore became her most frequent place to go during summer vacation. The weekly pocket money was carefully calculated, which was just enough for her to add a cup of milk tea to the round-trip subway fare.

Sweet milk tea is always the most valuable in the first few sips. After drinking it, the sticky pearls and ice cubes are mixed together, and the wet water drops slowly slide down against the plastic shell of the milk tea. Just recall the summer vacation in primary school , the first thing that emerges is always the strong fragrance.

Memories of high school were piled up with papers, and the corridors in winter were filled with the smell of dust and water. One day, the wind was so strong that she hid her neck in her scarf and curled up on the back of the billboard at the bus station. quail.

There are no four seasons in coastal cities, only winter and summer. Once winter comes, the handwriting in textbooks will become crooked.

One day it was a rare sunny winter day. When she was sitting in the classroom and looking out the window, she suddenly realized that she would never sit in this seat again in a few months. Even the usual unpleasant tablemate has become more friendly than usual.

She always wanted to write a diary, so that her future self could recall her current feelings, but every time she wrote one or two entries in the diary, she threw it aside to accumulate dust, and she has not yet developed the habit of writing a diary.

The content of the dream was messy and disorderly, sometimes it was about her elementary school, sometimes it was her roommate in college, the worst few times she even dreamed that she was sitting in the examination room, and she didn’t understand any of the questions on the test paper. can't read.

The messy dreams were bizarre, but sometimes they were so real that she thought she had gone back to the past.

Every time she wakes up and sees the patio in her room, she always feels empty in her heart.

At the beginning, she even wanted to close her eyes before getting up in the morning, pretending that she could return to modern times by opening her eyes.

It seems that as long as people's desire is strong enough, they can produce the power to change even the reality.

But I don't know when, the number of dreams has gradually decreased, and the content has also changed.

She sometimes dreams of the people and scenery of the Heian period, and the boundary between reality and dreams is particularly easy to become blurred at this time.

In the dream, the cherry blossoms in Heian-kyo bloomed, and the snow-like petals fell from the branches, fell on the vermilion arch bridge, fell into the pond where the koi fish swam, and were blown by the breeze into the promenade reflecting the sun.

"A'Du."

The gentle and deep voice blew past her ears with the breeze, and she answered in a daze in her sleep, and turned over on the floor holding the fluffy and warm tabby cat.

The cat slid out of her arms.

She pressed her face against the cat's softest belly, sighed contentedly, and was supported by the cat's paw pressing her face.

"..."

"Why did you fall asleep here again?"

A'Du opened his eyes.

The season outside is indeed spring, the sun shines in from under the eaves, and the hazy consciousness gradually becomes clear. She was on duty all night last night. Night is the most active time for demons and ghosts in the capital. As an onmyoji who is not good at other fields , she has more night shifts than others, and has been busy expelling and cleaning up all kinds of monsters since the end of the first month.

The breeze blows the pages of the book, and the Waka songs in the "Manyoshu" are piled up on the ground like snowflakes, and the edges of the white paper flutter slightly in the wind.

She woke up immediately after remembering what she was doing before falling asleep.

She sat up, and was about to slap and hold down the written Waka, Ma Cangye Wang stretched out her hand one step ahead of her, and gently picked up the Waka that fell to the ground.

The big onmyoji in hunting clothes grunted and said with a smile, "It's the song of spring."

"... People of your time are not very particular about the seasons."

"That's right."

Gu Zong stepped on the white paper scattered on the ground. Outside the window, the green leaves clustered on the branches were stirred by the wind, making a soft rustling sound. Although the capital city is far away from the sea, the sound seemed to bring people to a sunny day. seaside.

...Has he ever seen the sea?The thought popped into her mind without warning.

Ma Cang Ye Wang read out the waka on the paper.

"Last year, I met you in the spring, and missed me Fang Yin, and the cherry blossoms seemed to greet the clouds."

The gentle and soothing voice merged into the wind, and gradually died down as the wind subsided.She didn't quite appreciate the way the nobles of this era chanted waka before, but now she seems to understand a little bit.

The problem is not with the waka, but the person who sings it.

"As this season's waka, it's perfect."

The voice of King Ma Cang Ye brought her back to reality.

She narrowed her eyes: "Is this a compliment?"

Because of the ability of "spiritual vision", King Ma Cangye knew very well why she had suddenly learned waka in the past few months.

"There's really no surprise at all."

"But I'm still looking forward to it." He said unhurriedly, "If you wish, I can act very pleasantly surprised."

A'Du: "Then I look forward to your acting skills then."

As she said that, she reached out to take back the waka that Zhang had copied.

King Ma Cang Ye withdrew his hand, and put the waka into his sleeve.

"?"

The movements paused in the air for a moment, and she and the great onmyoji looked at each other for a while, then slowly sat back.

"Do you like Waka?"

"Fortunately."

She copied so many waka, why did he choose this one.

A'Du looked away and looked towards the courtyard outside the corridor.

"...I've been thinking about something recently."

King Ma Cang Ye hummed, motioning for her to continue talking.

"The name Ma Cang Ye Wang was bestowed by the late emperor according to your position."

The Ma Cang family is an onmyoji used by the imperial court. Before Ma Cang Ye Wang, the Ma Cang family did not exist.

She is always chatting with each other about herself, about the modern times after more than 1000 years, but...

"Before that, what was your name?"

Before he became King Ma Cang Ye, neither he himself nor the people around him seldom mentioned what kind of life the opposite person lived.

"If it's a topic you don't want to bring up, you don't have to tell me."

In early spring, cherry blossoms shrouded in sunlight are silently falling from the branches.

The cherry blossoms fall slowly, and the wind is soothing. In the afternoon of spring, time is like melting snow, slowly flowing down in silence.

"Ma Ye Boy."

She didn't immediately come back to her senses: "...what?"

"That's my old name."

A'Du leaned forward: "Really?"

"real."

Putting her hands on the ground, she walked around to King Ma Cang Ye: "You used to be called Ma Ye Boy?"

As if she had discovered some secret, she felt itchy in her heart, and she couldn't help but smile a little.

King Ma Cang Ye looked at her: "Does knowing my past name make you so happy?"

"Happy." A'Du said with a smile, "It always feels like I suddenly understand you better."

She added: "It was always you who was responsible for getting to know me, and sometimes it's time for us to switch places."

Speaking of it, she actually has a lot of questions, but out of habit, she won't ask about topics that others don't take the initiative to bring up.

Because of this habit, she was once said to be too indifferent in terms of human relations. Now that I think about it, what the other party said makes sense, because she likes it to a certain extent, and she can't help but want to know more.

... Ah, no, the person on the other side can read minds.

A'Du straightened up and sat down again.

King Ma Cang Ye smiled.

"If you want to know, I can tell you," he said.

So she heard the story with Maya Boy as the main character.

Maya Doji is known as the son of the fox by the world, and is feared and cast aside by humans, so he can only live on the streets. He has a friend named Otopo Chiyo for a short time, but soon becomes alone again.

Later, he was taken back as a disciple by Yu Mao Zhonggu, the head of Onmyo at that time, and saved Heiankyo in a huge crisis. Therefore, he was appointed as the Great Onmyoji by the Emperor at that time and awarded the name Asakura Leaf King.

The son of the fox was very familiar. She remembered that the famous onmyoji in history, Abe Seimei, was the child of the white fox in the legend.

But there is no onmyoji named Abe Seimei in this era, and she doesn't remember the specific age when the other party was active.

There is no yin and yang family with Abe as the surname in this world. Now the Ma Cang family is in the limelight, and there are countless disciples. But among the many retainers and disciples of the Ma Cang family, only a few have the surname of Ma Cang.

The average life expectancy in the Heian period was only 30 years old.

Ma Ye Tongzi's mother passed away very early, and his father seemed to be a very capable martial attendant. His mother was worried that her special ability would affect her husband's career, so she chose to leave silently, and lived in seclusion with the child alone. In a deserted and remote village.

Ma Ye Tongzi has never met his father, and the clansmen from his father's side, who is a military attendant, came to him after he became the Ma Cang Ye King. Some of these people stayed and changed their surnames to join the Ma Cang family. .

The reason why those people can recognize the Ma Ye boy who became the Ma Cang Ye King is also very simple.

The mother of King Ma Cang Leaf, her name is Ma Zhiye.

The first half of the story is very brief, and the first years are skipped in a few hasty sentences.

No matter who it is, there are memories that are difficult to talk about, perhaps because it is too important. For King Ma Cangye, among the countless memories, the name Asanoba is the most precious.

The time he talked about his mother was too short, as if something stopped abruptly when he tried to speak.

——"Ma Ye Boy."

It's been a long time since anyone called that name.

Maybe, she thought, he hadn't heard the name for a long time.

If he was angry, she would take it well, but he didn't.

The Great Onmyoji, who had been looking at Sakura in the courtyard, paused for a long time before slowly looking towards her.

I don't know what to say at such a time, and what kind of response is the right one, but the person on the other side told her something very precious, and she will keep it carefully and properly—I don't know what to do to convey that I am at this moment Mood.

A'Du lowered his voice: "...do you miss her?"

At that moment, she suddenly had an illusion.

A name is something bestowed by others, and a curse imposed on oneself by others.Ma Cang Ye Wang can no longer be Ma Cang Ye Wang.

After hearing this question, the person who raised his face slightly is now himself.

"...every day," the man whispered to her.

every day.

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