[Comprehensive] Light and Shadow

[I have never seen any wishing scene. 】

Xia Mu felt her heart tremble when she heard the childish but taunting cold voice of the witch god like a boy.

Looking at the shattered glass ball in the hands of the witch god, it must be a lie. If you didn’t see your wish, why did you stare at the glass ball with such concentration, crushing the glass like cruelly shattering a dream of years The ball, Natsume felt that at this moment, even a god would feel extreme pain.

Because even I felt that my heart was hitting my chest painfully...

The witch god didn't say anything, and Natsume also knew that the wish of the witch god that appeared in the glass ball must be related to Grandma Reiko.

In other words, the witch god had told himself a long time ago that in that night market, the witch god said that he wanted to keep watching the beloved woman.

The witch god left again, dissipating in the wind like smoke without a trace.

Even if Natsume wanted to reach out, he still couldn't catch the wind floating in the air. In the end, he could only squat down and reach out to pick up the shattered glass fragments. It's just that some broken things can't be put back together even if they are picked up. look like.

"Natsume, what on earth are you thinking?" The cat frowned at Natsume, the irritable attitude before was gradually smoothed out by Natsume's calmness, and finally he could only ask the boy in front of him suspiciously.

Madara originally only thought that Natsume wanted to lift the curse, but there was a simple way, even if he really didn't want to tear up the page of the friend's account with the name of the witch god and destroy him, he could still order it directly.But Natsume is still hesitant, even if his life is threatened, he still rushes to find the witch god again and again.

"I also...don't know." Natsume slowly picked up the fragments, but the corner of his mouth curled into a bitter arc.

Another night of insomnia, Natsume seemed to have a dream in a trance.In the dream, he tried his best to chase after the back of the witch god, and got closer, but the moment he grabbed the corner of the white robe, everything fell apart.

The light-colored cherry blossoms danced lightly, but the figure of the witch god was shattered in his field of vision. He never even saw the pair of dark purple pupils, never heard him call out his name softly, never saw him turn around and stop for him at a glance...

When Natsume opened his eyes, he felt dizzy, his eyes couldn't open, and his throat was dry and painful.

Is this a cold?

Natsume propped himself up and sat up, leaning the back of his hands against his forehead, it seemed a bit hot, and in his dry vision, there was a beckoning cat lazily sleeping.

Going out at night in the past few days probably caught the cold wind, and too many things have happened recently, I am mentally tense and tired, and it seems that it is not so difficult to understand if I am sick.

Wake up, have breakfast, go to school as usual.I don’t know if it’s because of illness or something else, my mind is muddled but I can’t listen to anything, I took my temperature in the health room early and gave a note to leave early, but I walked on the road and unconsciously came to Wushen The shrine where it is located.

"Go and play by yourself, I don't care about you." Probably because of Natsume's persistent temper in finding the witch god, he has lost his temper. When he walked to the entrance of the shrine, Madara shook Natsume's paw, and then held his head high skipped away.Probably because he believed that the witch god would not really hurt Natsume, and Madara also deeply felt that he and the witch god were definitely at odds with each other.

Natsume smiled apologetically at the cat, then walked slowly up the bluestone steps into the torii gate.

Natsume never denied that he liked this place very much, not only because of the presence of witch gods, but also because of the cherry blossoms here.

Every time you step into the torii, you can see the light-colored cherry blossoms falling with the wind, just like a beautiful illusion, with the wind lingering around, and the whole body has a kind of light and casual comfort.

Even though the shrine has been a bit dilapidated and dilapidated, the cherry blossoms are still in full bloom, and there is such a beautiful scenery in this quiet and deserted place that I can enjoy exclusively. Human beings probably always have a sense of joy that is selfish and secretly satisfied in their hearts.

The temple, which was still a little painful, felt soothed at this time.Looking up, looking at the purple-haired boy in a white robe who was lazily leaning against a tree and sitting on a branch, Natsume felt that time had returned to more than a month ago.

When the witch god looked down at Natsume coldly, the first sentence Natsume couldn't help but blurted out was, "I'm sorry, I forgot to bring wagashi."

When Natsume finished saying this, he also realized that something was wrong. His relationship with Lord Wushen was no longer what it was before.

"Master Witch God, can you pull me up?" Natsume secretly sighed, but still with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, he calmly looked up at the boy sitting on the tree, and stretched out his hand to the Witch God.

The witch god still looked at Natsume indifferently from above, until Natsume's outstretched hand was stiff and did not respond.Xia's eyebrows and eyes were a bit gloomy, her smile gradually faded, and she stretched out her hand.

The moment Natsume stretched out his hand, it was suddenly held, and the cool temperature passed through the palm of his hand.Natsume looked in surprise, but the witch god lowered his eyes but grabbed his hand, and then led him as before, was lightly lifted by the wind around him, and then slowly sat on the branch.

At that moment, even Natsume's gentle expression was a bit surprised, the light purple broken hair of the witch god swayed in the breeze, the boy lowered his head slightly, and the sun was shining on the boy's face, which was a bit dazzling and blurred the boy's face. Outline, even the expression of the witch god is not clear.

"Master Wushen, do you like cherry blossoms?" Subconsciously not wanting to spoil the current atmosphere, Natsume didn't mention what happened last night, and pretended to be like that time a month ago, gently holding Wushen's hand and asked casually.

"She likes it." The witch god paused, and finally said it slowly.

Natsume was taken aback for a moment, but then understood.

In the mouth of the witch god, who else could she be besides Natsume Reiko?

Natsume looked at the small town with bluestone steps in the distance with some conflicts. On the one hand, he wanted to hear about Grandma Suzuko from other people, but on the other hand, he felt that the only point of contact between himself and the witch god was Reiko felt bitter.

"I never thought flowers were beautiful." The witch god slowly stretched out his left hand, spread out his white palm, and a cherry-colored petal fell into his palm, so soft that it seemed untouchable.

Everything in the world has its own definite number, and if it exists, it exists, that's all.As a god, the value of the witch god is nothing more than fulfilling the wishes of human beings. Day after day, he listens to the sad and small wishes of human beings, and then fulfills their wishes to gain more faith. This is the god It's fixed.

Nothing can feel the whole world, until the girl arrives, everything is broken.

She said: [Flowers are not just flowers. 】

When the girl was standing under the cherry blossom tree, with a bright smile on her mouth, her soft long hair was blown up slightly by the breeze, and the light-colored petals fell lightly on her hair.The girl turned her head, brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and in the heart of her right hand was a complete cherry blossom.

She said: [It's a beautiful life, isn't it? 】

For the first time, I felt the beauty from this young girl's words. The flowers bloom and fall, and they are destined to experience the beauty of falling with the wind after the glory of youth.At that time, the witch god felt that he had really opened his eyes. The puppet was destined to be unable to move, and the girl was like the entangled silk thread, tightly wrapped around her torso and walked into the world.

She said: [Sorcerer gods also have names, right?My name is Natsume Reiko, what's your name? 】

Flowers are more than flowers, and gods can be more than gods.The name has to be spoken before it is endowed with real meaning. Even the gods who have to stay in the shrine finally have a real name because of this girl.Therefore, the most beautiful thing is when the girl chuckles and calls her name.

After Natsume looked at the witch god and said something, he didn't speak again, just silently looked at the petals of the cherry blossoms in his palm, and his purple pupils were full of nostalgic thoughts.Even though he hadn't spoken, Natsume felt as if he had heard a lot.

The prototype of the witch god is a puppet, but now the witch god is gently holding the petals in the palm of his hand in front of him, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and a faint brilliance in his eyes.

It's not surprising that the witch god is obsessed with Reiko's grandmother. Reiko's shadow is everywhere in the world of the witch god.It was she who presented the whole world in front of the witch god, taught him to laugh, taught him to be gentle, taught him to love, but she didn't take him away in the end.

"Why am I willing to let her go?" The witch god finally asked softly, not sure if he was asking Natsume or muttering to himself.The boy's shattered hair brushed his forehead, his pale lips lifted with bitterness, and the petals in his palm fluttered with the wind, leaving the warmth of his palm and drifting away into the distance.

"Yes." Natsume looked at the witch god and nodded slightly.

"Why is she willing to leave you?" Xia Mu's voice seemed to melt into the breeze, and her tone was so gentle that it made people sad.

The witch god was stunned, turned his head and stared at Natsume quietly, as if he had forgotten his movements for a long time, and just looked at Natsume so intently.Finally, the witch god slowly opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word, and everything remained still in silence.

In the end, it was Natsume who moved first, and the hands that were holding each other quietly tightened. Natsume turned around, and the other hand went around the back of the Wushen, and hugged the Wushen so tightly. The strength of the hug was so strong. , the place where the back is encircled seems to be covered with a trace of scorching heat.

And Natsume just hugged the Sorcerer God like that. Some people say that people become fragile and sensitive when they are sick. Natsume just wants to hug the Sorcerer God like this.Obviously there are many things I want to say, but I don't know what to say, I just think that no matter what happens, it's fine to just be together like this.

"Go to sleep for a while."

Natsume felt the hand of the witch god patted his back, only felt a sudden sleepiness that made Natsume couldn't help falling into a deep sleep like this.Natsume let go of his hand, and raised his head to see the expression of the witch god, but the witch god stretched out his hand to hold his head, and then pressed his head on the witch god's leg.

Natsume just rested his head on the leg of the witch god, and opened his eyes in confusion, and the witch god covered Natsume's eyes with his hands.

It was the same as what Natsume did last night, except that when the witch god called out Reiko's name to Natsume, Natsume smiled and nodded lightly, then covered his eyes and said softly: [Well, I am here. 】

At that time, the witch god held Natsume's wrist and recognized that the person in front of him was not Natsume Reiko but Natsume Takashi.

It's not because Natsume's aura or appearance is different from Reiko's, but because Reiko never answers herself like that.

That girl seems to be walking around forever, not staying for anyone, she is beautiful and free under the blue sky, she is always a bright and gorgeous scene, but I don’t know if I will leave my sight just like that in the next second .

From the very beginning, the witch god knew that Lingzi would not stay, she would always leave, and Lingzi was really like a passing guest, she would not make promises easily, would not take the initiative to reach out to herself, and would not say the words of my peace of mind .

Only Natsume Takashi can do this, his shallow eyes seem to always be watching here, and he takes the initiative to reach out to himself, easily making a promise that he will come to the shrine every day to worship, and solemnly promises such words as long as he lives. I, persistently and earnestly looking for what I want, will reach out and hug myself without hesitation.

【Why is she willing to leave you? 】

Xia Mu who said these words had crooked eyebrows and golden-brown pupils that shone through the morning light but filled with sadness and sighs. Even so, he still looked at him with a slight smile, which was really unbelievably gentle.

He said it as if—he would stay here forever and never leave.

"Natsume." The witch god softly called Natsume's name.

"Huh?" Natsume felt the coolness in the palm of the witch god, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Natsume." The witch god called again.

"En." Natsume felt a little lighthearted, and he knew that Natsume was calling him in the mouth of the witch god.

"Natsume." The witch god's voice became softer, as if slowly crushing the name in his heart.

"Well, I'm here." Natsume nodded slowly, and responded softly, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

Stay alone in the empty place, waiting for dawn and dusk.

Time is like stagnant here, there is almost no difference between black and white and day and night.

However, this time there is a boy named Natsume beside him.

--He's here.