Sandwiched between the two masters, I am no longer a human being

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

Stared at by the two with indescribable eyes, the black-haired boy Erzhang was puzzled, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, looking back and forth between A Yin and Chanyuan Hui.

"Isn't Ayin your fiancée?" Zenyuan even questioned his soul.

The young man's slender eyebrows were tightened, and he squinted his eyes in thought.

However, apart from the identity of "the mistress of the Chanyuan family" that can reasonably explain the existence of Ayin, he couldn't think of other possibilities.

"Cough!" Chanyuanhui hurriedly interrupted him, and quietly glanced sideways at the stunned Ayin, "You misunderstood,? Ayin and I are not that kind of relationship. She is my shikigami, that's all."

A Yin came to his senses and nodded frantically.

"Shikigami...?" This truth is even more outrageous than the "future mistress",? But seeing A Yin's gesture of hastily denying it, the Chanyuan even hummed in a less obvious way, reluctantly accepting this explanation.

"That's my misunderstanding,? Sorry."

Zen Yuanhui turned his head, seeing A Yin let out a long sigh of relief, with a relaxed expression, he slightly pursed his lips, couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

Leaving aside this little oolong, just talking about Ayin's finger pointing Zenyuan's physical skills, Chanyuan Hui is very happy to see this development.

He was worried that Ayin would not adapt to the atmosphere of the Chanyuan family, and would not be able to get along with other people normally. He was lonely and alone, like a ray of breeze that came by accident, and would flow away from his fingers at any time. No more.

As far as the secret and ulterior selfishness is concerned, he hopes that Ayin and the "Chanyuan" will have more fetters.

Let the slightest fetters turn into densely entangled red threads, and lay down a seamless sky net to tie up that ray of breeze, making her feel nostalgic and never leave for a long time.

Of course, this is just a trivial matter—a bit of selfishness. If Ayin made it clear that she wanted to leave, Zenyuanhui would not force her to stay.

Fortunately, there is no such clue at present, and everything is developing in a good direction.

Zen Yuanhui closed her eyes, smiled lightly, and rarely confide her words sincerely.

"The two of you seem to get along well." No one knew what the black-haired youth was thinking when he said this. "Teaching and learning is a good thing, so let's continue like this."

A Yin and the Buddhist monastery looked at each other in dismay.

The Chanyuan even snorted softly: "Even if you don't say it, I will do it."

.........

Once life turns the regular gears, time will inadvertently speed up and slip away. On the day when we meet unexpectedly, the scene suddenly seems like yesterday, but the mottled tree shadows have gradually become thinner, and the withered petals are withered and yellow. The fallen leaves all over the ground, the frost on the branches, the mist in the morning, and the coldness to the bones compose the picture scroll of early winter.

Ayin's work and rest are on the right track day after day. She guides the Buddhist monastery and even gymnastics at a fixed time, and occasionally skips classes with him to catch fish. Holding - the results of the basket are full.

The relationship between her and Zenyuan is also gradually deepening, her social circle is not big, looking at the entire Yusanjia, only Gojo Wu, Chanyuan Hui and Zenyuan are able to talk.And because the former two were deeply involved in tedious family affairs, their daily busyness became such a spinning top dragon that they couldn't see the beginning and the end, so Ayin got used to looking for things.

Just like today, I gave myself and the boy a vacation, Ayinti took him to take a shortcut, and soon came to the street near the urban area with ease, where the silence was surrounded by noisy exchanges, talking, laughing and yelling The breakthrough was full of voices and excitement.

As the weather turns cold, pedestrians have put on thin fleece coats, the water vapor in their breath has condensed into white mist, their brows and eyes are full of joy, and their smiles are even more real.

Ah Yin often comes to this commercial street, and seeing this, she couldn't help muttering to herself: "Speaking of which, I seem to have seen a lot of activity around here recently? It's in full swing, what are those people busy with?"

Zenyuan's figure appeared from behind her. Hearing this, she rolled her eyes angrily: "What else can I be busy with? It's the season, and I must be planning the New Year festival in full swing."

"Huh?!" Ayin was surprised, his eyes slightly opened, "I never heard of it?"

"That's because your news is blocked."

Chan Yuan-Ji leisurely put his hands into his sleeves and walked towards the city street without looking back. A Yin quickly followed his footsteps and heard the sound of Zen Yuan-Ji being carried by the wind.

"...The New Year's Ceremony is presided over by the Misan Family in turn, and this year it happens to be the turn of the Zen Monastery. Every time this season comes, the streets are full of servants of the Misan Family purchasing supplies. They will transport these materials to the Fushimi Inari Shrine, and The layout must be refined."

"After all, the ceremonies of the Yusan family are different from those of ordinary people. This is not only an opportunity for the three families to discuss cooperation and marriage, but also a very rare opportunity to observe the prosperity and decline of the other two families, which will greatly affect the future. family development plan."

Under such circumstances, the New Year's festival has a more political sense, and the arrangement of the festival must follow the default hierarchy of the Yusanjia, which is divided into three levels from bottom to top.

The third step is the lowest level and the least valued, the branch activity area of ​​the Yusan Family.

The second step is the core figures and backbone of the Yusanjia, the scope of activities of the clan's heirs and elders.

The first step is the three heads of the Yusan family. The subordinates will specially divide an area for the three of them to discuss important matters, and the development strategy finalized by the three of them will determine the future direction of the Yusan family. .

However, if you exclude this tense political taste, for other irrelevant people, the New Year Festival is a place where you can enjoy the fun, wash away the fatigue of the year, and relieve the pressure. It can be said that the Yusanjia is one of the few It's time for favors.

Ayinzui listened quietly behind the Chanyuan Shi, he suddenly clicked his tongue and said, "But this year, that person will be busy to death."

"Anything special this year?"

"This year's New Year's Ceremony happened to be presided over by the Chanyuan family, and the Zenyuan family's big competitions were squeezed into the first three months of spring. Two important events are enough to entangle that person."

"That's it, no wonder..."

A Yin thought about it for a while, and realized that in the recent period, the number of times she saw Zen Yuanhui plummeted. He was either dealing with important business or discussing with the elders, and he rarely took time to relax.

A Yin sighed faintly: "It's not easy, Your Excellency, the Chanyuan. The Patriarch really has a great responsibility..."

A Yin accidentally caught a glimpse of something, and before she could finish her words, she immediately got stuck in her throat and couldn't get up or down.

When the pedestrians were bustling with people, she saw a very familiar white figure, with a horn protruding from the gap between the heads.

The long, pure and white hair like snow velvet was so eye-catching, it was hard to ignore it.

"what happened?"

Seeing that A Yin suddenly stopped following her, and instead stared straight at one place, the Chanyuan even stopped and looked back, following her line of sight suspiciously.

As if feeling their undisguised gaze, the white-haired young man turned his head suddenly, caught Ayin's face at a glance, and immediately raised his hand happily, as if they didn't notice, he waved twice vigorously.

"Ayin~ this way!"

Ayin: "..."

The hand holding the handle of the umbrella was slightly weak.

I haven't seen you for a long time, but you are still familiar with the recipe and the familiar taste, Mr. Wujo.

With a helpless face, Ah Yin grabbed the wrist of Zenyuan Shi, and walked straight towards the white-haired young man.

She pushed aside the crowd, and finally stood still in front of Gojo Satoru.A certain suspicious-looking white-haired man looked left and right, and after confirming the unknown mantra around him, he raised the corners of his lips and put his arm around A Yin's shoulders—as usual, there was no sense of distance.

A certain well-known Wutiao patriarch was not around - a servant followed him, presumably he went out alone, and his next words just confirmed Ayin's conjecture.

"I'm so lucky, I didn't expect to meet A Yin after sneaking out without telling the old men at home!"

Gojo Satoru's voice was elated, he lifted the blindfold covering his forehead, his clear blue eyes rolled around, and finally fixed on the black-haired boy beside Ayin.

Wutiaowu raised his eyebrows slightly, and with a smile like a disciple, he picked the black-haired boy's chin with a paper fan, and his tone was extremely rascal: "Who is this beautiful little boy? He is very unfamiliar. Since he can talk to Ayin— Come out, is this the child of the Chanyuan family?"

Zenyuan's face was as ugly as swallowing a fly, and he took three steps back: "This has nothing to do with you. By the way, who are you?"

"Well... to your Zenyuan family, I am indeed an outsider." Wujo Wu spread his hands in regret, "Really, the children of the Zenyuan family are not as cute as the Zenyuan family."

Zenyuan even-clutched A Yin's sleeve, staring at this suspicious white-haired young man vigilantly.

His status in the Chanyuan family is not high, especially after he was expelled from the clan, so he is not qualified to follow the head of the family to discuss affairs or receive envoys.He is busy exercising himself on weekdays, has little interest in going out, and is withdrawn to the point of autism, which directly caused his news to be extremely blocked, and he only knows about some major events such as festivals.

And because of the existence of Zenyuanhui, Zenyuan even has complicated emotions towards species like "patriarchs", and keeps them at a respectful distance.

Under the influence of various factors, it led to the monastery to be completely unfamiliar with Wutiao Wu, and even asked "Who are you?"

"It's really frustrating that there are still people who don't know me in today's magic world." The white-haired young man bent slightly, and the pair of sky pupils that were so beautiful to the extreme of human beings filled the entire vision of the monastery, which made him Involuntarily stopped breathing.

Gojo Satoru, who was preoccupied with beauty, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and introduced himself to this young boy exuding vitality with imperceptible kindness.

Accompanied by the sound of the paper fan opening suddenly, Gojo Wujo's idle voice rang through his ears.

"My subordinate, Bucai, is the actual ruler of one of the three royal families, the current head of the Wutiao family, Wutiao Wu."

"Teach me a lot, this unknown boy~"

The Chanyuan even-: "..."

His mind was blank, messy in the wind, petrified into a statue.

Say it again - who are you?

Gojo Wu?Is it the Gojo Satoru he was thinking of?

God damn it, the current head of the Wutiao family, the son of the god who was "born with six eyes", is this kind of dishonest thing? !

I feel like I suddenly lost my respect for the Patriarch of the Yusan Family=?=

With a face full of sympathy and understanding, Ayin patted Chanyuan even on the shoulder, as if to say "just look away".

Presumably, the young man can wash away the shadow of the Yusanjia with His Excellency Wujo, and complete the sublimation of life.

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Jin Yi: It turns out that the head of the family still has this kind of thing, it's because I didn't know much before.

Ayin: Because I have come into contact with the master of the Buddhist monastery before, the sample is too small, and it is understandable that stereotypes will be formed...

Jin Yi: But there is such a strange soul in this world, fresh and unaffected, completely different from the so-and-so at home who likes to put on airs, I quite like him.

Jinichi: Of course it’s compared with that so-and-so.

Chanyuan:?

Chanyuan: Are you starting to step on me?