The road of the house owner of the pig in the Chanyuan

Late autumn at the Chanyuan seems to be colder than outside. The maple leaves, which are still as red as sunset outside, have already turned into mud in the courtyard of the Chanyuan and sank to the bottom of the blue pool.

The dead branches occasionally attract a few tits to stop and chirp, becoming the only sound in this silent courtyard.

Naoya sat obliquely in front of the porch, looking at the empty yard expressionlessly, with some elusive emotions hidden in his eyes.

If an adult makes such an expression, it will definitely make people stay away.

It's a pity that Naoya is only four years old now, with baby fat on his face, showing such an expression will only make people feel cute and cute in contrast.

"Master Naoya, it's time for you to take your medicine." Suddenly, the maid who had been quiet at the side reminded her.

Naoya still looked at the yard, as if he didn't hear it.

The maid didn't know whether to continue reminding.

Since recovering from a serious illness, Master Naoya has become much quieter, probably really ill, and even his temperament is not as arrogant as before, just staring at the courtyard quietly these few days.

The maid pursed her lips, hesitated, "Master Naoya..."

"Go and bring me some oranges first." Naoya said suddenly, with a feeling of sickness and powerlessness in her immature voice, "Those medicines are too bitter."

When the words at the end dissipated, there seemed to be a bit of coquettishness in the tone.

The maid froze for a moment, then realized, "Yes."

bowed and left.

The courtyard returned to silence.

"Ugh......"

After the maid left, Naoya finally moved his eyes away from the courtyard, looked at his hands, and couldn't help but sigh.

Those were a pair of hands that were several circles smaller than he remembered, tender and weak.

"It's the second time..." Naoya murmured.

A few days ago, he was still lying at the desk and staying up all night doing translation work. When he woke up the next day, he was lying in an unfamiliar Japanese room with a kimono guarding him. Seeing him wake up Excited, he got up and shouted, "Wake up, Master Naozai is awake!"

Naoya was taken aback for a moment, no one, it was a sentence in Japanese.

Although he is indeed a Japanese major and has been working in this field after graduation, it's true that he doesn't even have Japanese scene conversations in his dreams.

At that time, Naoya, who was dizzy and limp all over, thought it was just his social animal dream of beating a worker, he didn't think about it, and let this group of people dressed like a big river drama torment him, and even happily thought about it in his head. Instant translation in .

It's just that the soup before going to bed was so bitter that he doubted life.

When he woke up the next day, Naoya struggled to open his eyes and found that it was still that Japanese room.

"..."

To be honest, such an experience is not very unfamiliar to Naoya, it happened once more than 20 years ago.

Or should I say, previous life.

Naoya at that time was worse than now, but at the age of two or three years old, he could only babble, and the people around him spoke a language that he didn't understand, and his previous memory seemed to be covered with several layers of gauze , I can't see clearly, I just vaguely remember that I shouldn't be such a young age.

Naoya at that time was undoubtedly panicked and helpless.

Fortunately, at that time, he had a pair of parents who loved him—or rather, parents with that body.

Naoya took the place of their child who died early due to illness.

They talked softly, and even if they couldn't understand the meaning in their gentle tone, they still comforted Naoya at that time.

But now, Naoya can only slow down on his own.

"No wonder I felt a little familiar when I just woke up..." Naoya said to himself, "I went around and came back again."

"Are you kidding me?"

Naoya slowly hugged her legs and buried herself in them.

"Dad, Mom..." Naoya murmured in a muffled voice, with an imperceptible cry.

If someone is listening, they will find that Naoya's parent is not a common name in Japanese, but just a short and slightly hasty word.

It's the standard Chinese pronunciation next door, even with a little accent.

Naoya is missing his parents in his previous life, even though he can't even remember their names now.

A familiar force was affecting him.

Except for the daily life, whether it is the name of the previous life or the name of the parents, it seems that it has been deliberately erased, and there is no trace of it.

Even the daily life when his parents called him by his nickname, there are only pictures left, without a little sound.

If he can't speak Chinese, he can indeed write. Naoya even suspects that the so-called past life is just a dream of his own, a dream of being sick and confused.

Naoya, who has been a man for three generations, and whose combined age is more than 50 years old, really doesn't understand what kind of inexplicable switch he bumped into to toss him back and forth between the two worlds.

Thinking of this prison-like monastery and the tragic ending in the future, Naoya became even more depressed.

monastery.

Now these two words will only make Naoya feel a little disgusted, and thinking of his own stupid appearance in the past, it makes his stomach feel a little nauseous for a while.

If there is no comparison, there will be no harm. If he skipped the previous life and relived it again, he would probably die the same miserably, and he might even die earlier. Opportunities, how many times you come back, in the end, you just repeat the same mistakes.

"Master Naoya, here are the oranges you asked for," the maid came back at some unknown time, put down the wooden tray, and picked up the medicine bowl inside, "Please drink the medicine."

Naoya looked at the brown and black decoction, and the bitter taste lingered on the tip of his nose, making him feel sick even more.

"Thank you," Naoya said lightly, "Go down first, and leave me alone for a while."

Although it was not the first time I heard it, the maid still felt a little dazed when she thought that the arrogant young master Naoya would have a day to thank others.

Master Naoya really seems to be a little different.

The maid quietly raised her eyes to look at Naoya's small and fair side face, then stepped back in response.

Naoya naturally doesn't care how others react, to be honest, even after waking up for several days, he still feels uncomfortable, his heart is like this gloomy sky, there is nothing else but black oppression.

Looking at his own reflection in the soup, Naoya felt a little funny.

In the past, he wanted to be the patriarch of the monastery so much, but now he can't avoid it, he just wants to escape.

Naoya even had a whimsical idea, whether he should just beg Shier and take him on a run together.

But it's just thinking about it, let's not say that he is one of the most talented sons of Zhipiren, the current patriarch of the monastery, as long as he is not as powerless as Shi Er, the monastery will never let him go easily, let alone His spells also inherited the Zhipi people's projection spells.

Having said that, Naoya looked at his hands a little strangely.

He vaguely remembered that he had awakened the spell at the age of four or five, and it was time to calculate it, but right now he didn't feel it at all, and even his own spell power felt a little too thin.

But to be honest, Naoya didn't care.

If I can't awaken the spell and become a 'waste', can I be kicked out of the monastery?Naoya thought with interest.

Thinking about it this way, he still had a little expectation.

The wind picked up, and the bleak autumn wind rolled up a few withered and yellow leaves, which made Naoya feel a little chilly.

Naoya didn't drink that bowl of bitter and unappetizing decoction after all, but secretly poured it out.

He also wanted to be sick for two more days, happy to be clean.

It's just that on the way back to the Japanese room after peeling oranges, Naoya accidentally saw a person.

It's Shire.

Naoya was in a trance for a while, and the sense of isolation that had been there for many days after waking up broke down a little at this moment.

After all, since he woke up, this was the first time Naoya saw Shier, so it was not surprising. After all, in this cage, Shier was no different from an invisible person, he had no sense of existence, and no one cared about his whereabouts.

It's like a fourth-level curse spirit surreptitiously living in the corner of the shadows, dormant secretly, nibbling away at the darkness.

Just looking at Shier, Naoya couldn't help but think of something else.

The excessive admiration for Shier in the past kept flashing in his mind like movie clips. No matter how true and emotional those pictures were after a lifetime, Naoya couldn't help feeling a little ashamed looking at them now.

It should be said, very shameful.

It's like looking at the history of the second black school when I was young and frivolous. The more I don't want to recall, the clearer the picture is.

But... Naoya looked at the peeled orange petals in his hand, aside from these things, his affection for Shier remained unchanged, otherwise he would not have hugged the other's thigh and asked someone to take him with him Thoughts of running away.

Thinking of this, Naoya walked towards Shier.

The man was leaning against the corner of the corridor diagonally opposite, as if he was taking a nap, the scar at the corner of his mouth seemed to be a restraint, completely isolating him from the outside world.

Without waiting for Naoya to get closer, Shier suddenly opened his eyes and looked over.

With just one glance, at that moment, Naoya felt that he saw a black panther crawling in the rainforest in a trance. His tight and powerful muscles could jump up at any time, throw him down, and bite his throat off.

Naoya felt his scalp tingle.

Shir is still Shir after all.

If it were him in the past, he would probably have been a little frightened at the moment, and he might become angry after reacting, and put on airs as a son-in-law and young master.

It's a pity that the soul in this child's shell is already over fifty years old, and it is even considered a long life among conjurers.

Oh, except those old men at the upper echelon of conjuration.

Therefore, Naoya was not frightened, and it was clear that Shier could sense his approach.

Such good things as heaven and mantras are treated as garbage by the monastery. No matter when, Naoya feels worthless for Shier.

Shi Er's eyes did not linger on Naoya's body for too long, and he closed them again after a while.

"Do you want to eat oranges?" Naoya asked suddenly.

"..." Not surprisingly, there was no answer.

After all, he hadn't met a few times in total, so Naoya shrugged and didn't care, and just stuffed the peeled orange petals into Shir's arms.

"It's very sweet, I'll see you off." Naoya waved his hand and left, leaving Shier with his back behind his back, like a little old man.

Just as a good impression?

Naoya thought about it, but he didn't take it seriously, but this situation reminded him of a certain article in his heart, and he couldn't help laughing out loud for a while, which amused himself.

After Naoya walked away, Shi Er opened his eyes and looked at the direction in which the boy left, and lowered his eyes to look at the forced orange in his arms.

"Heh," Shi Er picked up the orange, lazily with a hint of absent-mindedness, of course Shi Er knew Zhizai, and also knew how the servants evaluated the young master in their words.

Just another self righteous idiot.

Seeing it today was a bit unexpected.

"It's a bit different from the rumors." Shi Er said to himself, picked up the orange segment and threw it into his mouth.

But in the end, it has nothing to do with him, Shi Er thought a little casually, he just needs to continue to be an invisible person in the Buddhist monastery, and wait for the opportunity with peace of mind.

"Tsk, it's quite sweet."

Shi Er swallowed all the remaining orange segments in one gulp, and the orange juice flowed down his throat. It was sweet and slightly sour, which was quite appetizing.

It's almost winter.