Don't suffer the fate of Lao Tzu's family! [Master Ghost Extermination]

【"It smells like the sun."】

I don't know how long I slept.

Dimly, I seem to see the sun, the sun in the howling wind and snow.

I think I must have been frozen stupid, how could the sun appear in the wind and snow?

The moment I opened my eyes, the light hurt my eyeballs which had been in the dark for a long time. I closed my eyes subconsciously. After a long time, I carefully opened a gap in my eyes, and gradually opened my eyelids after adapting to the brightness of the surrounding environment.

A vast expanse of white snowfield is rushing towards us. This time, what we see is not only snow, but also a herd of deer walking slowly in the white snow, leaving a series of long plum blossom-like footprints. The long and far-reaching deer cry, spreading around like water patterns.

The sun above the head was extraordinarily gentle, and the pale golden radiance covered the entire snow field, and the white snow was coated with a layer of sparkling color.

It was not an illusion.

I muttered in my heart.

Bathed in the radiance of the sun at the end of winter, my whole body was extraordinarily warm. I took a deep breath, and there was a warm breath in my nasal cavity, which passed through the trachea to the limbs and bones of the person, as if it wanted to keep warm until the human body heart.

I can't tell what it tastes like.

but--

It smells like the sun.

"You're awake." The voice was quiet and peaceful. The moment it entered my mind, my whole heart was at peace. I haven't seen it for a long time. It's like the feeling of being soaked in hot spring water in winter, infiltrating me. body and mind.

"Is there any pain?" He asked again.

Only then did I realize that someone was holding me, like a child, and I was lying on top of him, one of his hands passed through my knees, and the other held my waist. Walking in the vast snowy field with deep feet and shallow feet, the footprints on the back extend from one end to this end.

I moved my shoulder, and as a result, bursts of pain spread from the wound on my shoulder all the way to my whole body.

I pursed my lips, trying not to let myself make a sound because of the pain.

"Don't move around," he added. "The wound on your shoulder is very close to the shoulder blade."

I froze for a moment, and obediently lay on his shoulder, obediently like a rabbit, motionless.

Wait a moment.

Do I know you?

Why should I listen to you?

Why should I be so obedient?

My dad never made me so obedient!

Bah, the devil will listen to that bastard father!

I moved again, and it pulled the wound again, and this time I couldn't help but let out a "hiss—".

The hand on my waist tightened: "Be obedient."

The voice was still as calm as water, the same as before, but I was inexplicably scared.

Cowardly, I wore the other party's red haori, and lay obediently on his shoulders, my nose was full of his smell, the smell of the sun.

So warm.

The loud and clear voices of eagles and falcons echoed in the vast mountains in the distance. The mountains in the distance looked like old men with white heads, and the curve outlined in the sky was like a pale eyebrow.

What was dangling in front of his eyes was the sun wheel earrings around his ears, and the tail of his hair was like a burning flame, bright and dazzling.

"Have I met you somewhere?" I asked, leaning on his shoulder.

The other party was completely stunned, and even his forward steps stopped in the snow for a while. After staying for a while, he hugged me again and walked forward as if nothing had happened, as if the gaffe just now had never happened.

"I've seen it before." He said softly, "But you forgot."

I feel even weirder.

Have I ever seen such a person?

Such... a person who is as warm as the sun.

I pursed my lips and let him hold me and continue to walk forward. I kept recalling the people I had seen in my mind, even the blurred faces of the children who were in the Uchiha tribe when I was young, but I still haven't found anything about him.

I walked all the way through the snowy field, and then in autumn, the leaves had fallen to nothing, the branches were covered with snow, the woods with claws and claws facing the dome, and then the vermilion torii gate, he hugged me, stepping on each knot Step up the stairs.

He walked with me for a long time, I don't know how long he walked with me, I only know that it is a long time, so long that I don't know how long.

After crossing the fields and woods, I saw the vermilion torii gate. The steps under the torii gate are covered with white residual snow, winding all the way up.

"You've been walking for a long time." I asked, "Would you like to take a break? Have you ever walked such a long distance before?"

He shook his head: "When I was eight years old, I ran alone in the boundless wilderness for a day and a night, and ran to the rice fields in the mountains."

My fingers on his shoulders couldn't help bending, and I clenched the cloth in my hand: "No... Rest?"

"No."

"Aren't you tired?"

"Not tired." He lowered his eyelashes, and his slender eyelashes cast a shallow shadow on his eyes.

"Why do you have to run for so long by yourself?" I asked again.

There was a brief silence in the air, and he didn't stop, he kept walking up step by step while hugging me.

On both sides of the stairs are crisp pine trees, the crisp needles covered with white snow, the verdant coniferous forest trembled suddenly, the small pine nuts fell to the ground, and then the squirrel with the furry tail suddenly jumped off the terrace , picked up the little pine nut.

"Because there's nowhere to go," he replied.

The black eyes of the squirrel on the stairs turned for a moment, looked up and looked left and right, hugged the lost pine nut, jumped, and suddenly flashed into the pine forest, where it disappeared.

"Do you have somewhere to go now?" I asked.

I don't know why I would ask such a question. Strictly speaking, even if one of us knows the other, we are not very familiar with each other. This kind of topic is really not suitable for two people who have just met each other. As soon as the words fell, I felt a little annoyed.

Also feel very strange.

We haven't met, but when he said "because there is nowhere to go", the sourness in his heart couldn't stop pouring out.

Don't say that, you...obviously...obviously...just what...

"There's somewhere to go," he said again.

The sourness came and went inexplicably, and the heaviness in my heart disappeared instantly.

I didn't say anything more, but let him hug me, stepping on the steps with one foot deep and one shallow, he walked up steadily, his breathing was steady without any disturbance, he walked until he reached the temple on the mountain .

The sound of "Shushasha——" came from the ear, the straw rubbed against the rough stone slab, and the old monk hunched over, holding a broom, standing under the bare cherry blossom tree, once and for all Sweep the snow on the ground.

The roof of the temple dedicated to the gods is covered with white snow. After the sun came out, a small part of the snow began to melt. The melted snow water acted as a lubricant, and the snow on the tiles slid down and fell down with a "click". on the ground.

The old monk squinted his eyes, not angry, and continued to hold the broom in his hand, sweeping the snow on the ground again and again.

"What's the matter?" The old monk suddenly stopped his hands, turned around and looked at the two people behind him, "Guests from afar, you don't look very good."

Nonsense, someone stabbed me in the shoulder, it's a ghost if it can be good.

The person holding me didn't speak, and lowered his head as if thinking about something.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the old monk continued, "If you don't mind, come in and have a cup of hot tea."

"You can stay here for a few more days." The old monk said again, "It won't be too late to go down the mountain until the injury in your arms improves."

"Thank you very much," he said. "Then bother."

I:"……"

I am sure that this person is not inarticulate, but very inarticulate.

The sudden silence just now was not the vigilance one should have when going out, but the deep thinking about "how should I talk to others"?

Fortunately, the old monk continued to talk in a considerate manner, otherwise I seriously doubted whether he would hold me and stand at the door like this and think about this serious issue all day.

I don't know why, but I am not surprised by such a fact, but have a feeling of "as expected".

This person is even less eloquent than Uchiha, how did he grow up so big?

The old monk took us to a room in the side hall and settled us down. He also brought two quilts. The quilts had a musty smell, and it seemed that no one had used them for some days.

The country of ghosts is famous for its mystery, but this country is not rich, and so are the people who live here.The torii gates I saw along the way just now are all traces of erosion by years of wind, snow and rain. There are also many traces of time left by the wood used to build Temizuya. People patronize.

It seemed that there was no one else in the temple except the old monk, and it was hard to be picky about being able to take in strangers from afar when their own situation was not good.

He is not a picky person, he simply cleaned the Japanese room where the old monk placed us, sweeping away the dust and cobwebs.

I'm a little surprised that he can clean up.

Judging by his attire, he looks like a child of a certain samurai family. A samurai is no better than a ninja. Once a ninja is placed in the daimyo's ear, he knows that he is a living tool of war, the best tool, the best sword, the best Chips, but samurai are different, at least the current nobles are almost all samurai families.

Seeing a nobleman who is used to pampering, it is a bit novel to meet someone who can clean.

After cleaning, he stretched out his hand again and picked me up. I was lifted into the Japanese room and stuffed into the bed.

I:"……"

I hurt my shoulder, not my leg, thank you.

So I summed up this person and found him a bit silly.

"I'll go out for a while," he said, "wait for me when I come back."

He stretched out his hand and touched my face with his fingertips. The temperature of his fingertips was as warm as the sun, but it was a little hot, and the temperature of my cheeks also rose.

Really like a sun.

Arching my head under the quilt, I muttered.

The paper door of the Japanese room was opened, and his back was a little hazy against the warm winter sun, and the sun ring earrings swayed between the crimson hair tails.

I blink.

With a sound of "swipe--", the paper door closed again, and the room fell silent.

I blinked lightly, and looked up at the ceiling for a while, the hazy sunlight came in through the window, and the fine dust was like fog in the fine sun.

"Still...alive."

Facing the ceiling, I let out a soft sigh.

The author has something to say:

I don’t remember Yuan Yichan’s songs in my memory.

And, I can still get a chapter by walking, and I really convinced myself.