[Shaman King] He has a cat

August 2021, 8, Southern California, USA, at five in the morning.

It’s still dark, and the world is at the boundary between night and day. If you don’t turn on the lights at this time, you can’t see clearly, but turning on the lights feels a bit wasteful.

In the end she turned on only one wall lamp in the kitchen.

The sky outside the window was dyed a misty blue, the warm light melted on the glass window, white smoke gradually came out from the rapidly heating kettle, and she took out a few eggs from the refrigerator.

"Have you eaten breakfast?"

"not yet."

"Which way do you prefer to eat poached eggs?"

"As you like."

Shen Du closed the refrigerator door.

There was a soft pop, and the gas stove burst into flames, and the blue flame licked the bottom of the pot. When the golden oil was hot enough, she cracked an egg on the edge of the pot, and turned to remind the people sitting at the table:

"I like to eat poached eggs that are burnt." The implication is that it is too late for him to regret it now.

"It doesn't matter," he said, "I don't choose."

The poached egg swelled like a cloud, crackling and gradually forming in the hot oil. She took a good look at Ma Cang, turned over the almost fried poached egg, and added another egg to the pan.

"Is there anything nice about this stove?"

The kettle boiled, and soft white smoke climbed up the glass window in front of the kitchen sink.

While waiting for another poached egg to cook, she opened the cupboard above the stove and took out tea and coffee.

"Tea or coffee?"

There were two cups on the stage, and she put a bag of tea into her cup.

"Tea."

Shen Du put away the can of coffee, conveniently put the two fried poached eggs into the plate, and then cracked another egg for himself.

After crossing the dividing line of the night, the sky gradually changed from misty to clear.

The warm tea fragrance overflowed with the white mist, the cup was no longer hot, Shen Du picked up the teacup, it seemed that the topics that could be chatted seemed to be over, and the delay had been lengthened enough.

Dawn fell into the quiet kitchen, thousands of years had already passed, and the person sitting opposite seemed in no hurry.

She rubbed her teacup, thinking about how to speak.

This matter is actually very simple, because the answer is there from the beginning.

"I'm not angry."

She has never been angry, whether it is a thousand years ago or a thousand years later.

——"What do you know?"

She remembered the tone, voice, and the look in the eyes and face of the other party when she said this sentence.

"It might sound cruel, but it's the reality." She put down her teacup.

The bottom of the porcelain white cup landed on the table safely without making a sound.

"...More importantly," she paused, and raised her gaze calmly, "That sentence was not just for me, was it?"

1000 years ago, people who lived in the same era as King Ma Cangye - those who relied on him, feared him, and at the same time promoted him to the altar and classified him as a heretic.

Those ordinary people who don't have spiritual vision, what do they know about him?

The cold and sharp ridicule was not all directed at her.

It was just that the plague was rampant in central Beijing at that time, and the dark and chaotic era had accumulated too much negative pressure. These emotions, which were constantly accumulating and swelling, surging like a fire in the bottom of my heart, accidentally found a breakthrough in that quarrel, and suddenly burst out It just exploded.

In the past year or so since returning to modern times, she has been keeping herself as busy as possible, preparing for the exam, collecting information, and even taking the driver's license test.

Originally, she thought that as long as the time was busy enough, she would not think about it, but human memory is obviously more cunning, and it is more pervasive than she expected. The scene of a meeting has been reviewed many times.

In fact, as long as you think about it, it will be fine.

No matter when you encounter conflicts, you must first deal with emotions, and then deal with specific problems.

"But, I made you feel lonely."

She raised her head, and the smile on Ma Canghao's expression disappeared at some point.

She looked at him for a while, and suddenly the corner of her mouth curved slightly.

"That's not all your fault." She lowered her eyes, "I put too many things on you at that time."

Ma Cang Ye Wang is her lover, partner, family and friend, the only one who will not make her feel lonely in that era thousands of years ago.

"You've worked hard enough."

Although there is no real empathy in this world, if she is put in the same situation as him, the pressure must be unimaginably huge.

"As a result, I failed to help you, but added to your burden."

Shen Du smiled: "I'm sorry."

"..."

"Why do you have to apologize?" Ma Canghao's expression darkened.

She picked up the teacup again: "I heard that you plan to become the Shaman King."

"..."

"...It seems that you have heard about it from Ye."

At that moment, he turned his head, as if he had eyes behind him, and looked at the figure quietly coming down the stairs.

"..." Ma Cangye froze in place, stuck on the stairs either going up or down.

"...Did I disturb you?" He scratched the back of his head, and the holding spirit who followed him was not so calm. The silver-haired and red-armored warrior looked as if he was facing a big enemy, his expression tense like hard granite.

"You don't need to be so nervous, Amitabama." Asakura leaned against the back of the chair and picked up the teacup with one hand, "I have no intention of doing anything."

Shen Du glanced at the time, it was only six o'clock in the morning.Does crossing also require jet lag?

"Would you like breakfast?"

"Ah?" Ma Cangye came back to his senses, "Okay."

"There's bread in the cupboard, blueberry and strawberry jam in the fridge, and cereal on the second level of the closet if you want cereal."

She thought for a while and added: "There are still milk and orange juice in the refrigerator."

Shen Du stood up halfway.

"No, no, no, I'll do it myself." Ma Cangye flashed into the kitchen, picked up a bag of bread and ran away at the speed of being late for school.

"And the butter—"

But the boy's figure had disappeared on the stairs.

...don't even toast the bread?

Shen Du sat down again, and after a moment of silence, he seemed to suddenly think of something.

"What about the stocks?"

From waking up to now, she has not seen Maoyou.

Ma Canghao smiled and said, "I've already run away."

Holding the teacup, he casually added: "There should be no way to face me."

Shen Du looked at him.

Thinking of how Ma Cang Ye Wang and Mao Yougu Zong ended their last meeting, she didn't speak.

Tapping the rim of the cup with her fingers unconsciously, she looked at the tea dregs at the bottom of the cup: "...Are you still planning to build a world with only psychics?"

"Yes."

Ma Canghao waited for quite a while, then smiled and said, "Don't you have anything to say?"

Shen Du raised his head and glanced at him: "When we talked about this topic last time, the result of the conversation didn't seem to be happy."

"These 1000 years have not changed my mind." He said gently, "On the contrary, what I have seen in these years has only made me reconfirm the root of human greed and ignorance."

She nodded: "So you still decide to destroy all human beings."

Asakura narrowed his eyes slightly.

Shen Du: "Can I tell you something?"

He didn't make a sound, which was a tacit consent.

Leaning forward unconsciously, she looked into his eyes and said very seriously:

"Don't attack my world."

"..."

"You have your bottom line, and I have mine." She paused, "I don't want to be your enemy."

Ma Canghao looked at her and smiled slightly:

"I see."

She blinked.

"You promised?"

The person opposite drank the last sip of tea and put down the teacup unhurriedly.

"if not?"

"...I mean, you can't kill people, and you can't do illegal things."

"I know." Asakura added slowly, "But if someone hits the muzzle by himself, then I can't blame me."

She leaned back in the chair.

"We've already quarreled once." Asakura said, "For me, once is enough."

An indescribable emotion welled up in my heart, it may be joy, or it may be sadness, but more of it is a kind of relief.

"I thought so too." She breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, the tone became brisk: "Before you find a way to go back, just like you helped me 1000 years ago, it's my turn to help you this time."

After a pause, she added: "Although you may not need my help, please let me do something."

She rambled on: "I think this crossing has something to do with the comet. If this conjecture is correct, you may stay here for at least ten or twenty days. By the way, before you came to this world, you do what?"

Ma Canghao smiled and replied: "Someone destroyed my base."

"..."

Shen Du: "Okay, someone destroyed your base. Then you suddenly switched to this world while walking?"

"That's about it."

Before he knew it, the sky was already bright outside the window, and the conversation was almost over, Shen Du put away the cups, bowls and plates on the table, and suddenly remembered something.

She turned around: "I have another question."

"what?"

She pointed to his ear: "earrings, aren't they heavy?"

"..."

"Want to touch it?"

"……is it okay?"

"If you want."

Shen Du put the cups and dishes into the sink, wiped his hands and sat back at the table.

With his elbows resting on the edge of the table, the person opposite leaned forward, his long brown hair slipped from his shoulders, he bent his amber eyes and said with a smile: "Here, let me touch you."

The earrings engraved with the pattern of pentagrams were made of unknown metal material. They were not light but not too heavy. She touched his earrings tentatively.

In doing so, she kept her distance very carefully, making sure her movements didn't cross the line and hit his face or earlobe.

The long brown hair brushed against the back of her hand, feeling a little itchy, and the silver metal earrings were icy cold, in stark contrast to the human body temperature.

The footsteps coming down the stairs stopped again.

Before she could retract her hand, she turned her head.

"... Shall I get some jam for bread?" Asakura Ye's voice was full of uncertainty.

Ma Canghao smiled warmly: "Do you have to put jam on bread?"

Asakura leaf nodded and turned around stiffly.

She withdrew her hand, opened the chair and stood up, ignoring Ma Canghao who was following her, picked up her phone and looked.

After six o'clock in the morning, some supermarkets are already open.

10 minute later.

The garage door rattled up, and Shen Du glanced at the young man in the back seat through the rearview mirror. Since this morning, Ma Cangye's expression has been a little fluttering, and his samurai holding a spirit expression is also very weird , a look that wants to speak but dare not speak.

"Remember to fasten your seat belt." She reminded.

Compared with the people behind, the person sitting in the co-pilot was much calmer, as if the co-pilot of this car was born for him.

She turned the steering wheel and looked at Ma Canghao expressionlessly: "You too."

Then with a click, he pulled the safety belt and fastened it.

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