[Blade of Ghost Slayer] Ghost killing team, do you accept ghosts?

summer is hot.

Bianhua lay limply on the ground, the scorching sun above her head made her a little uncomfortable.

Suddenly there was a milky voice.

"Flower."

It was a child who seemed to be about two years old, holding his chubby face, squatting on the ground to look at it curiously.

The child has beautiful eyes.

Bianhua thought to herself, it's the rainbow after the rain.His eyes, put the rainbow down.

"Huahua." The child continued to call in a childish voice, and reached out to touch the sun that looked a little wilted due to the sun exposure.

Then he took out the small kettle that he carried with him and poured some water into it.

Then went on to praise it, "Beautiful flower."

The child is young and can only speak some simple words. He stretched out his hand to touch it curiously, and then laughed himself.

Bianhua stretched its branches and leaves hard, and then the child in front of her giggled again.He seemed to think it was fun, so he simply sat down and stared at this beautiful flower.

He babbled and repeated a few words, "beautiful", "fancy", "like".

After talking for a while, his white and tender skin started to sweat. He wiped it off with his hand, and then said, "Summer, I like it."

Bianhua somehow felt that he liked it more when he said summer than when he said Huahua was coming.

So it twisted its body angrily.

The child continued to babble, as if no one was talking with him on weekdays, he kept his mouth shut, and his attention was taken away from Bianhua, but he still sat still.

After a while, he said again, "Huahua, beautiful, I like it."

For the first time, a human being stayed beside him for so long and talked so much.He said, Bianhua just listened.

After a long time, the woman came to find him, and saw the boy sitting on the ground, sighed, patted the dirt on his body, picked him up, and scolded him not harshly.

The boy let her hold him obediently, and looked over the woman's shoulder again.Those beautiful eyes were bent, and he waved to her slightly, "Goodbye, pretty Huahua."

The woman asked curiously, "Who are you talking to?"

The boy smiled and said in a soft tone, "Hua Hua."

The woman smiled helplessly and ignored him.

Bianhua waved its leaves, goodbye, beautiful little rainbow.

Many years later, the Bianhua took human form and walked aimlessly for a long time.

Until someone asked her, "What's your name?"

"Summer, I like it."

She said, "My name is Xia Tian."

The author has something to say:

I don’t know if anyone still reads it, but I still write some small fragments in my mind~