fictional spring

The night is low and the full moon is high.Ghost Mai Tsuji returned to the place he was very familiar with for a long time - this place was called Heian-kyo many years ago, but now its name is Kyoto.

Guiwu Tsuji Wumi lived in this place for more than ten years, using that frail body - that body would make dizziness when blowing the wind, cough when caught cold, could not run or jump, and even went out for a walk All difficult bodies.

And at that time, he wasn't Ghost Dance Tsuji Mumi.

That was the past when he had been human.

It has been 1000 years since he turned into a ghost, and he has never returned to this place in these 1000 years, and even whenever he wants to recall this place, he will deliberately suppress those surging memories...

Those are all memories related to her.

But today is weird.

Guiwu Tsuji Wumi seemed to be guided by something, as if he heard someone's voice in the dark—even though he neither believed in gods, Buddhas, nor destiny.

Because that voice told him that he might meet someone here.

So here he is.

Compared with more than 1000 years ago, the Kamo Shrine has undergone tremendous changes. Except for the main structure, there has been no change, and other details have been completely different as early as the years of change.

At night, everyone in the shrine fell asleep, and only a few priestesses who were watching the night were still walking around the shrine. Gui Wu Tsuji avoided them subconsciously, but reached his destination by relying on the route he remembered.

It is now summer, and the clouds in the night sky are sparse. Even ordinary people can clearly see the scenery on the ground, not to mention the ghost Wuji Tsuji who has adapted to the dark and has excellent eyesight.

He stepped on the wooden veranda, turned around the corner, and suddenly a small figure appeared in his sight.

It was a little girl sitting on the veranda, looking up at the night sky with her head up.

The little girl was wearing a priestess costume that is common in shrines, her back was facing him, her black hair was hanging down on the veranda, the little figure seemed to have heard his footsteps, but did not turn her head.

She said in a thin, angry voice, "I won't forgive you if I don't apologize myself."

Hearing this voice, Guiwu Tsuji Wumi suddenly felt palpitations.

Even if she didn't look back, he already knew her identity——

"Muzuki Hime."

After blurting out the name, the little girl suddenly turned her head and stared at him with her swarthy eyes.

She tilted her head, showing a puzzled look: "Who are you?"

Oni Wu Tsuji was suddenly speechless.

Seeing this, she puffed up her cheeks, and said with a little annoyance, "Master Qingming asked you to come? Then you go back and tell him. I don't want you to talk about it. I want him to come and talk to me."

Oni Wu Tsuji, who was just silent and hesitant at first, didn't know how to speak, suddenly froze.

The Seimei-sama she was talking about, no matter how she thought about it, Gui Wu Tsuji could only think of the great onmyoji in the Heian era, Abe Seimei.

But the era that belongs to them has already passed 1000 years ago.

Just when he was in a daze, the little girl spoke again. She seemed to have just seen Gui Wu Tsuji's attire clearly, and her angry expression was replaced by doubt and curiosity: "Why are you dressed like this?"

Since the Meiji Restoration, Western clothing and habits have gradually become popular in the country, and Onimai Tsuji has changed into a suit without lagging behind. Although it is only popular among the upper class, there are still people who do not have it at all. I've seen it, and it's unlikely to find it in a place like Kyoto.

and so……

"Still, aren't you sent by Master Qingming?" The little girl folded her arms and looked thoughtful: "Is that Brother Boya? Or Brother Laiguang? Or is it someone from the palace..."

She clapped her hands, and suddenly realized: "I see, it must be the Tang envoy sent by the palace, right? Is this also something brought back from the Tang Kingdom?"

She opened her bright eyes wide, and those beautiful eyes seemed to be brighter and more transparent than the moon in the sky.

If there were some doubts at the beginning, then Guiwu Tsuji is sure now - the situation this time is different from any previous one.

He didn't speak, but approached under her gaze, sat down beside her, and let those ancient memories flood out of his mind.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the little girl frowned and curled her lips: "You are so strange, are you dumb?"

It was clear to her that the man in front of her was just a stranger, but she could still babble for a long time alone, until she realized that no matter what she said, the other party had no answer, she sighed heavily , looking frustrated.

The little girl sitting on the porch bent down, her elbows rested on her thighs, and her cheeks were supported by her hands. Her round face was squeezed into a ball and looked soft.

She showed a distressed look, as if she was worried about something, but only Kimai Tsuji, who had been watching her all the time, could find out that the quiet little girl was still moving her eyes from time to time, secretly aiming at this strangely dressed man .

"Hey--"

She elongated her tone, put down her hand and tugged at the tail of his windbreaker, her tone seemed to be coquettish: "Why are you ignoring me?"

Guiwu Tsuji's eyes fell on her, and his tone was calm and gentle: "I remembered something."

The little girl blinked, and suddenly climbed up the wooden veranda, she squinted her eyes and leaned in front of Guiwu Tsuji, almost pressing her eyes on his face.

"I seem to have seen you somewhere."

she said suddenly.

Oni Wu Tsuji Wuyou suddenly constricted his pupils.

"But where is it..." The little girl began to think again, but the result was: "Ah... I can't remember at all."

Guiwu Tsuji Wumi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but the loss that followed quickly covered up that feeling.

"It must be because it's too dark." The little girl explained plausibly, "Because it's dark everywhere, so I can't see clearly, so I can't remember."

"I hate the night so much," she said.

Oni Wu Tsuji Wumi suddenly felt a little cold.

But his voice was still calm, "Why?"

The little girl said in a natural tone: "Because the night is meaningless at all, it's cold and dark, and I can't play with everyone, I can't do anything, who likes the night?"

Oni Wu Tsuji paused for a moment, then replied softly: "...Really."

"Of course." The little girl agreed without hesitation with a puffy face.

"But you still like the moon, don't you?" Gui Wu Tsuji asked her suddenly.

This was a fact he was very sure of, but unexpectedly, the little girl shook her head: "I don't like it."

"why?"

Almost at the same time as she replied, Onimai Tsuji asked, "Why?"

"Why do you like it?" The little girl looked at him suspiciously, but her words were straightforward: "The sun is bright and warm. I like the sun."

Gui Wu Tsuji was stunned there, opened his mouth, and suddenly thought of something.

He said, "Because of the curse."

This is what she told him personally. The girl who was older than her now held his hand, pressed the back of his hand to her cheek, and said to him with a smile: curse."

But this time it was replaced by another person in a daze. The little girl stared round her eyes and denied angrily: "It's not what you said, you don't understand this at all." She curled her lips and said with a little dissatisfaction: "If you don't understand, don't learn from Master Qingming."

If the current scene were put in front of any ghost or member of the Ghost Killing Team, it would definitely feel extremely absurd, but the reality is true, the little girl who denied the ghost dance Tsuji still looked at him with puffy faces and said Listening to those childish words.

"Master Qingming is so powerful, it's normal for someone to want to imitate him, and I have always liked Master Qingming," she changed the subject at this point: "Of course, this doesn't mean that I can't just rely on my liking him. Come and apologize to me... Hey—why are you in a daze again!"

Oni Wu Tsuji Wucan stared into her eyes, and suddenly spoke.

"sorry."

His voice was very soft, and the little girl didn't hear clearly at all, so she crawled two steps towards him, lay down next to him and asked, "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly, please say it again."

But Oni Wu Tsuji did not speak again.

And the little girl lay on his body and held his face, stared at his face for a while, and asked him again: "I seem to have seen you."

At this time, Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi was not as shaken as he was when he heard this question for the first time, he just looked back into her eyes and gave a soft "hmm".

The little girl was obviously dissatisfied with his attitude, and suddenly squeezed his cheek hard, and laughed when Gui Wu Tsuji showed a surprised expression.

She said: "Look at me too, take a serious look, if we really met, then you will definitely know me, and you think the same."

Seeing such a smile and hearing such words, Gui Wu Tsuji suddenly felt a little restless, obviously no need to breathe, but at this moment he felt that the air around him became extremely dull.

So he stood up and walked uncontrollably.

"Are you going?"

The little girl's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Guiwu Tsuji Wucan paused in his steps, but he didn't turn his head and didn't speak.

The childish voice asked him again: "Aren't you going to take me with you?"

Oni Wu Tsuji narrowed his pupils, something suddenly popped up in his head, he suddenly turned his head and stared at the little girl behind him.

The young girl smiled as if some plan had finally succeeded: "Did you get tricked by me?"

"Although it's just a slight change, I still found out that this is not my courtyard." The little girl said with her hands behind her back in a rather airy manner, "I found out right away."

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi suddenly didn't quite understand the current situation.

Until the little girl grabbed the tail of his clothes and looked up at him: "So what's your name?"

Oni Wu Tsuji opened his mouth: "Wu Mi... Oni Wu Tsuji Wu Mian."

Hearing this, the little girl suddenly showed a displeased look, and denied it: "No, it's not this."

She shook her head and said stubbornly, "It's true."

——It’s just miserable.

The little girl tightly clenched the tail of his clothes: "You are my Wu Mi, not Gui Wu Tsuji's."