rain forest

Integration is a gradual process.This process can be quick or slow, depending on the enthusiasm of the surrounding neighbors.

This huge village has concentrated [-]% of the population in the [-]th district. It is a fact that housing is scarce, but if you have the ability to build it yourself, then there is no problem at all.And Aoki and Ichimaru happened to have this ability.

The so-called survival of the fittest, capable people are always more attractive.Aoki doesn't know how other places in the village are, anyway, the neighbors around her house and Ichimarugai's house are very warm.

Before the house was finished, they took turns to invite the two children to their own home and take care of food and shelter.After the house was built, many daily necessities were sent.

Ichimaru Gin had a smiling face, but Aoki had a cold face and no one said anything about her.Anyway, Ichimaru Gin said everything that should be said in the scene.

After getting acquainted with the people around him, he walked around a lot, and Aoki often made some snacks to give away, and it was only then that Ichimaru discovered that Aoki had excellent craftsmanship.

Neighbors all said that although Aoki doesn't know how to speak, he is a real person with good craftsmanship and a good heart.

"Can't you speak?" Ichimaru Gin disagreed, "Are you serious?"

"It's much worse than yours." Aoki took some pasta out of the steamer, "Look at the steamed buns in my hand, how solid they are."

Ichimaru: "...Oh, I really can't talk."

Occasionally, one day Ichimaru and Aoki’s endless conversation was overheard by a neighbor passing by, and the neighbor said: “Ichimaru, please don’t say a few words, you have taught a good girl badly.” After speaking, they left.

Ichimaru Gin was very wronged: "Why did I teach you badly?"

Aoki: "Didn't you hear people say, because I look good."

Ichimaru was even more aggrieved: "Am I not good-looking?"

Aoki: "You look more honest, and you are very worthy of your character."

The winter snow melts and the spring flowers bloom.Warmer temperatures not only brought continuous precipitation, but also - flu.

In the peaceful village of the [-]th district, most people's spirit pressure is not high, and their resistance is correspondingly weak.

The gatekeeper Yokosuka Shouchen felt strange: "It's been so many years, it's clear that we should get used to it, why is it so strong this year?"

The sky was gloomy outside the window, and it was raining non-stop. Aoki was helping to make ginger soup at the village head's house, and the gatekeeper who had a bye came over to join in the fun.

After getting along for a few months, everyone in the village has seen some tricks, the hard-working and honest-looking gatekeeper probably fell in love with Aoki Qingtong.After inquiring around, they also knew that Aoki and Ichimaru were just on the same road.This time, Yokosuka became confident, and wandered in front of Aoki whenever he had something to do, regardless of Ichimaru's presence or not.

When there were only two of them, Ichimaru looked at Aoki with teasing eyes: "Why don't you just marry? Life here is pretty good."

Aoki was unmoved: "I will leave when the limelight passes."

"When will it be considered the limelight?" The old god Ichimaru Gin held his teacup on the ground, "We can't receive news from the outside here. Do you think Jinglingting will let go of something as big as the Worm's Nest? Especially You, Xiao Aoki. When we said we were going to leave, we didn’t know there was such a place in the Eighty District. Now that you’ve lived here for so long, haven’t you changed your mind a little bit?”

Aoki looked at Ichimaru: "Have you changed your mind?"

Ichimaru smiled: "I don't care, just listen to you."

"I won't stay."

Ichimaru still smiled: "Then it's a little troublesome, what about Yokosuka-kun? He hangs around outside the house all day, you don't bother me. Why don't you marry me?"

Aoki looked up at Ichimaru Gin fixedly, under the light, the eyes of the fox on the tail were shining brightly, the boy's heart suddenly jumped, and then he heard the girl say in the usual flat tone: "It's not worth it, you have a first love , I haven't yet."

"Oh, am I not your first love?"

"I don't want the old vegetable skin that others have eaten."

Ichimaru Gin slapped his palm, and took himself out of the topic in one sentence: "So you don't accept Yokosuka?"

Aoki squinted at him: "How do you know that he is Lao Caipi?" He dragged Ichimaru into the water in an instant, "Have you eaten it? Could it be that...Yokosuka is using me as a cover, but is really looking at you?"

"I like beautiful women with big waves."

"Like who?"

"For example—" Ichimaru was taken aback, "Little Aoki, it's not good to talk casually, are you jealous?"

"Didn't you eat it?" Aoki said lightly, "For disinfection, vinegar has been added to many dishes recently."

Ichimaru Gin held his chin: "If someone says that Xiao Aoki can't speak, it must be deaf."

The number of people with headaches and brain fever is increasing day by day. At first, everyone didn’t take it seriously. If you have a cold, it’s always contagious. One batch gets better and another batch falls down. When the last batch of patients recover, this season will be over.

There are also people who can't survive, leaving a handful of white powder in the empty clothes after death, grabbing a bag by the corner of the clothes and digging a hole to bury it, even without cremation.A person just disappears so lightly, and the living person slaps the dirt bag, how to live and continue to live.

When passing by, Aoki slowed down a little, and Ichimaru asked, "What? Have pity on them?"

"No." Aoki's voice sounded a bit puzzled, "People in the soul world will turn into spirit particles and disappear after death. But I saw in the fighting arena that most of the gods of death can leave a whole body. I think this is probably related to the spirit. It's related to the height. But I've never seen anyone leave a handful of ashes after death... Do you remember the woman we met on the way here?"

Ichimaru Gin with the hoe on his shoulder: "Yes, but I don't think she had the flu."

"Then, tell me, do people here get...not the flu?"

Ichimaru Gin lowered his head, and the smile on his face was a bit dark because of the angle: "Whatever, does it have anything to do with us?"

Their spiritual pressure determined that they were the least likely to be infected in this village.

The disease spread rapidly, and the faces of the villagers were stained with sadness.There were too many people who fell ill, and life gradually became difficult to turn around. One day, a group of women gathered in a group to wash clothes, and one of them suddenly threw the wet clothes in his hands into the water: "Hey, have you noticed that the infected are all The men who go out to work! They are clearly the group of people with the best physical fitness in the village!"

"That's right!" Someone changed his face, "My guy just felt uncomfortable after he came back, and he's still lying on the bed now!"

A group of women exploded in coaxing, Aoki listened, talking about the same topic.

"Uncle, he," Aoki tugged at the sleeve of the first woman who said that her man was sick, she was relatively familiar with this elderly woman, "how long have you been sick?"

"It's been ten or twenty days."

One person said such a sentence, and the rest of the people also went in this direction. After saying it, all the men in the family fell ill for a long time.

"Sin, why is the flu so severe this time." Everyone lamented, "Man can't stand it."

Amidst the laments, Aoki's calm voice was abrupt and strange, and she asked: "Men can't stand it... Are the women in the family not infected?"

For a moment, the scene was quiet.

The women who looked at each other were dazed and terrified.

The noise from the entrance of the village was heard at this moment, and a dozen men rushed back. The leader was a young man with silver-purple hair, and he carried a man much taller than himself on his back.A sharp-eyed person recognized it: "It's the village chief!"

A group of women dropped their work and ran towards the village entrance from the laundry pool not far from the village entrance.

A group of people gathered at the entrance of the village.

The Yokosuka Shouchen who was on duty also came out of the gatekeeper's hut: "What happened?"

"I was working, and the village chief suddenly fainted." Ichimaru Gin put the person on his back on the blanket brought out by Yokosuka. The unconscious man's face was flushed and his brows were furrowed. "I'm afraid he didn't feel well a few days ago." , has been holding on."

"Didn't anyone find out?!" Yokosuka roared. He had a good relationship with the village chief.

Ichimaru Gin, who spoke just now, of course yelled at him now, and the boy's expression remained unchanged: "Who has a good face these days?"

Yokosuka choked.

The man on the blanket suddenly let out a hoarse cry from his throat, and Yokosuka grabbed his hand: "Haneda..."

Before he finished speaking, the hand that Yokosuka was holding shattered into sand.

There was a moment of silence.

The people who died before all walked quietly in their sleep. Although they knew what was going on in their hearts, they saw with their own eyes——

The women burst into screams.The men also stayed.

A figure squeezed out from the crowd, Aoki wrapped the blanket and rolled up the white sand left by Village Chief Haneda, picked up the hoe tree in the corner: "I'll go and bury him, you guys go take a bath immediately."

She didn't specify who "you" were, and the stronger women reacted and quickly told the men what they had just discussed.

"Let me do it."

Aoki was digging a hole, when a straightforward voice sounded from behind, it was Yokosuka.

The girl's voice was always cold: "Thank you, no need, go take a shower."

"I didn't go out—" Yokosuka said while taking two steps forward.

Aoki turned his head abruptly, and paused every word: "Go take a bath."

Suddenly her gaze shifted, and her eyes sharpened instantly: "You too!"

Yokosuka followed her gaze, and it was Ichimaru Gin standing there silently.

Ichimaru Gin shrugged his shoulders: "Okay, okay, since Xiao Aoki doesn't need my help, then I won't make fun of myself."

Yokosuka frowned displeasedly, did Ichimaru Gin mean that he was making fun of himself?

The young man's words were not finished: "Really, he is not gentle to me at all, I am so envious of Yokosuka-kun."

That's not tenderness, it's rustiness!

Yokosuka glared at Ichimaru Gin angrily, the boy looked at him with a smile, that smile was full of provocation in the man's eyes.

Ichimaru Gin pulled up the corner of his mouth again, then turned and left.

Aoki leaned on a hoe and stood beside the half-dug pit: "Mr. Yokosuka, you, before," she paused, "Have you ever had a problem with Ichimaru Gin?"

Yokosuka suppressed his anger, glanced at Aoki, then turned and left: "There is no holiday, it's just that I don't like him. I'm going to take a bath."

Ichimaru silver left, Yokosuka also left.In the cemetery where there is no one else, Aoki twitched the corner of his mouth, his charm suddenly bloomed with sarcasm and danger: "I asked, but 'before'..."