I have a Yokai cookbook [Gourmet]

Chi Ming's five senses are amazing in this life, and he is sure that he heard it right.

Following the more and more intense fragrance of flowers, he finally stood on the edge of the cliff.

There, he saw a man covered in snow, and in front of him was a blooming camellia.

The man's hands were picking flowers, and his body was leaning forward. Looking carefully, he was Li Yusheng, whom everyone had been looking for but failed.

Chi Ming walked forward quickly, trying to help him up, but as soon as his hand touched the other person's body, the screen suddenly changed, and he found himself appearing on a barren hill in the blink of an eye.

As far as the eye could see, there was scorched earth everywhere, not even a blade of grass, let alone a tree.

There is dry and cracked land everywhere, like some dry dead places in the northwest, and even a bird is unwilling to land.

Everything happened very suddenly in front of him, but Chi Ming adapted very quickly, but he was complaining about the many strange things he encountered recently.

He simply sat on the big abrupt rock by the side of the road in a Buddhist way, propped his head up and waited quietly.

When things go wrong, there must be a demon. He shouldn't encounter a ghost hitting the wall, right?

If you make a mistake, will you fall into the cliff in the next second?

A little bored, he began to dig the soil with the shovel behind him, thinking that sitting is also sitting, how about roasting some sweet potatoes and taro.

Although there are no trees anywhere, dry firewood and dead branches can be seen everywhere.

Soon, Chi Ming ate warm roasted sweet potatoes and taro.

Peel off the charred crispy skin, and the sweet and golden flesh is immediately revealed inside, and the aroma of sweet potatoes becomes more and more intense.

Chi Ming is extremely satisfied with eating, no matter when and where, eating well is the first important thing in life, he is never sloppy.

At this moment, a man in green shirt came slowly from a distance with a bamboo basket on his back.

someone!

It can't be a ghost, can it?His face looked so pale...

Chi Ming yawned, stood up slowly, and just got up to exercise when he was full.

Just when he was thinking about calling out the name of which immortal to calm this guy, that man passed through his body as if he didn't see him, and left?

Chi Ming's outstretched five fingers caught nothing, it really was hell...

It's just that the person gave him a very familiar feeling just now, but he couldn't remember where he saw it for a while.

Chi Ming didn't stop this time, but quickly chased after him.

He had to figure out what was going on in front of him.

Seeing that people were about to disappear in the white fog, Chi Ming said urgently:

"Hey, the big brother in front, wait." Ghosts are not scary, sometimes people are scarier.

Chi Ming has a little excitement that he can't even explain clearly. He is a veteran horror movie lover, and the boss of the horror house will have a headache when he sees him.

The man in the green shirt turned his head in a daze, and a face similar to Li Yusheng's facial features just ran into Chi Ming's eyes.

It's just that this face is full of lifeless anger, and there is a bit of maturity in the vicissitudes of life. It doesn't look old, but it just gives people a sense of youth and maturity.

"Li Yusheng?" Chi Ming called out tentatively.

The other party seemed to have not heard at all, and continued to walk forward, as if he was eager to go to a place.

Chi Ming didn't find it funny.

He felt like a bystander at the moment, more precisely, he was more like an audience sitting in the audience watching a play.

The man could not see him at all, nor could he hear his voice.

And just when he got close, he found that this man who looked very similar to Li Yusheng did not have the red birthmark on his neck.

There is a dark red birthmark on Li Yusheng's neck that is as thick as a little finger. From a distance, it looks like someone has cut it with a sword. This is also what Chi Ming saw accidentally.

Li Yusheng seemed to mind this birthmark very much. Every time he saw him, he would wear high-necked clothes to cover it up. Even in the scorching summer, he didn't want to expose it to outsiders.

Chi Ming is very sure that the creature in front of him who doesn't know whether it is a human or a ghost is absolutely impossible to be Li Yusheng himself.

Maybe it was because the basket behind him was too heavy, the man in the green shirt stood resting by the side of the road panting.A large basket full of green vegetation was carefully placed on the ground.The man took out the kettle and took a sip, spilling the rest on the green plants.

Only then did Chi Ming see what was in the basket: pine and cypress seedlings, willow saplings, elm saplings... and an exceptionally good tea tree.

The man only rested for a while, then picked up the bamboo poles and walked down the mountain.

Maybe it was because he was closer to home, and his heart was more like an arrow, the man actually started to trot in the end.

Chi Ming followed slowly all the way, and in the end he had to trot along.

The man in the blue shirt didn't stop until he reached an unremarkable low house.

It wasn't until he took a deep breath that the man solemnly opened the door, and Chi Ming also took the opportunity to slip in.

The man put down the bamboo basket, took out the camellia with the most developed root system from it, and carefully planted it in a broken earth-colored clay pot.

Seeing the man busy planting things in the yard, Chi Ming also started to visit the village bored.

At first he thought he could see more "people", but he was disappointed. It seemed that except for the one who looked like Li Yusheng, there was no living thing in this village, and he couldn't even hear the sound of insects.

Fortunately, the time flow here is fast, Chi Ming looked at the tea tree under the careful care of the man,

It grew better and better, and even produced white flower buds.When the wind blows, the green leaves flutter with the wind, and the faint fragrance of flowers fills the simple yard.

Every time the man approached, the tea tree would make a rustling sound, swaying and welcoming him warmly.

It's just that the good times didn't last long, and soon, the man went on a long trip again.

He has his baggage.

Because the ignorance of a mortal offended the mountain god, the whole village and the surrounding land became barren.

No crops can grow in the fields anymore, and the mountains and forests are all dead. The originally bustling village has become a village of the dead.

All the living people moved away in the end, and he was the only one left, refusing to give up the land that gave birth to him.

He is not reconciled to turning his hometown where he grew up into a hell on earth.

The gods no longer come here, so he will find life by himself.

Every day he goes outside and digs some fresh plants to plant in this piece of land he loves, and he wants to make it full of life again.

What disappointed him was that, except for the camellia, all the other plants brought back died one after another.Even if he fertilizes and sprinkles water every day.

It would be a miracle, but he didn't find the right plant.

He looked at the long and luxuriant camellia plant in the yard, as if he was inspired, and secretly swore to himself: He will definitely bring green back to the whole village.

Every time he went farther, every time he came back, he would bring back some green plants that he had never seen before, and then tirelessly planted them in every corner of the village.

The small-leaf lilac that is resistant to cold and drought, the Hongxia poplar that can survive in low temperature weather in the northwest, the golden leaf luan in the north, and the sage with well-developed root system...

Day after day, year after year, the camellia he raised at home in the early years turned into a spirit, and turned into a boy in white clothes full of mountain flowers.

Like the snail girl, the young man carefully manages the housework and waits for the man's return every day.

Camellia, who has fallen in love, has just learned the taste of love in the world, and wishes to be with her lover all the time.

But that person has been occupied by obsession, and he can no longer contain his more and more magnificent love.

He went farther and farther, and came back later and later.

From one day to three days, then from three days to seven days, then one month, one season, and finally one year, ten years.

The camellia spirit, who is crazy about love, holds up the door every day, looking forward to the return of his lover, but what he waits for is a man who is getting more and more vicissitudes.

Looking at the fading gaze and exhausted figure of the man he loves so much, the camellia spirit finally couldn't bear the pain of his lover to go on so hard, and was willing to use all his mana to transform the camellia forests all over the mountains and plains. It took human form, turned into a seed on the edge of the cliff, and hibernated forever in the black mud on the cliff.

Because only here, he can see the returned lover for the first time.

But the moment he closed his eyes, he never saw that person again.

He seemed to have disappeared and never came back to this lush village covered by camellia forests.

He just wanted to ask him: On the road despite the wind and rain, do you still remember that there is someone waiting for him to return?

The deserted and ruined village began to have footprints of human activities again, but the people they were waiting for never appeared again.

A tear fell, and Chi Ming was surprised to find that he was crying.

He has never been an emotional person, and this has something to do with his experiences over the years. He probably thinks that crying is the most useless thing, so that in the years that followed, he seldom let himself cry.

Tears are the least valuable.

"Are you crying? Are you pitying him? Even you feel pity for him, don't you?"

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XXX: Why cry, I didn’t cry

Chi Ming looks at the sky: blinded by the wind and snow