[Onmyoji] Is the flower roll delicious?

Huaniaojuan politely declined the judge's kindness to invite her back to Yan Modian for a small gathering, and after saying goodbye, she came to the deep mountains and old forests by herself.

She exhaled lightly, and spread out the picture scroll. Originally, there was only a black-haired child in the picture of flowers, branches, green leaves and birds.

She dragged him out of the frame, came to the lake, and washed his face with water on her sleeve. The child's eyes were closed, and only the slightly heaving chest indicated that he was still alive.

After washing off the heavy ink on his original face, a pale face due to not seeing the light for a long time was revealed: heroic but beautiful eyebrows, curly and long eyelashes, straight nose bridge and beautiful mouth , Qingjun face.

He's pretty handsome, but he's a bit psychotic, and Huaniaojuan secretly slandered him, but he will be a kid with a handsome face and a good heart in the future.

Her purpose of rescuing Hei Qingming is...actually, I don’t know why, but she did not regret it at all, especially when she saw Abe Seimei. The unwavering blue eyes suddenly filled with everything I had been looking forward to before, and I became more and more unhappy. I tried to bear it, but he seemed to be okay. When she was about to give up, he suddenly became enlightened. What is this? Will work!

Then, in a fit of anger, she seemed to say something stupid again.

Although the thoughts in her mind were endless, the movements of her hands never stopped. Now she was going to cleanse Hei Qingming of evil and give him a pure and brand new body.

After a long while, Hua Niao Juan dragged her tired body to the bottom of the tree to breathe, it was really not easy, it actually took [-]% of her spiritual power, she was dizzy now, her eyes were dizzy and white, really, so tired.Forget it, there are no humans here, so sleep for a while.

"Mother...? Mother, I'm afraid, where are you, mother? Woooo..."

The immature child's voice was full of moist crying, crying so much that it made people feel distressed.

Human child?

Huaniaojuan struggled to wake up from the heavy sleepiness. When he opened his eyes, he saw a three- or four-year-old boy wearing adult clothes, dragging around. The knees of the clothes were stained with wet mud from the river, and he seemed to have fallen down. , his face was tender and full of tears, pitiful, his small hands were covered by long sleeves, he could only see him shaking his hands helplessly in the air, and there was still a choked cry in his mouth.

Seeing that he was about to step into the lake, Hua Niaojuan said, "Hey, don't move."

Then she brought him back under the tree, Huaniaojuan wanted to let go to see how he was doing, but found that the child was tightly nestled in her hand and would not let her leave, Huaniaojuan was helpless, gently stroking him with the free hand He headed his head, and coaxed him softly: "It's okay, I won't leave, don't be afraid."

The child suddenly let go and threw herself into her arms, hugged her neck tightly with both hands, buried her face in the pit of her neck, hot tears flowed down to her collarbone one after another, and the long eyelashes swept across her eyes Her shoulders, everything softened her heart.

"It's okay, everything will be fine," she reassured, patting him on the back.

"Mother," came the muffled child's voice, with obvious grievances, "you won't leave me anymore, will you?"

I heard my mother's dumbstruck roll of flowers and birds.

"Is that right? Mother?" He didn't get an answer, and his voice became weeping again.

"Yes," Huaniaojuan reluctantly agreed.

Only then did the child let go of his hand twitching, and smiled foolishly.

Huaniaoju laughed, and wiped away the tears on his face with his sleeves, and then helped him take off the unfitting hunting clothes, and rolled up the place where the underwear protruded, exposing his little hands and feet.

After finishing, she touched his head, carried him to the lake to wash his face, hands, and feet, and then did not let him go down to the ground.

The child's eyes are mysterious and beautiful purple, but it seems that it is also because of this that he cannot see.

"Let's go to the market, eh?"

"Ah."

Probably because it was dusk and evening, and the people who set up stalls in the shops were all scattered, which was exactly what the flowers and birds meant. After all, a girl of sixteen or seventeen was walking on the street in a white skirt and holding a ragged child. It's not a common picture.

Fortunately, the tailor shop is not closed yet, and the ready-made clothes are not sold out.

After paying the bill, Huaniaojuan changed his clothes and was about to leave when he saw a familiar figure approaching him.

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As soon as the familiar figure appears, I will be able to make trouble soon! ! !