Spirited Away Future Edition

When Chihiro opened her eyes again, it was already the next morning, and sunlight and wind leaked in from the open window.Mom was making breakfast in the kitchen, and she was still nestling on the sofa in front of the TV with a blanket covering her body. Chihiro got up and took a look at the kitchen, then went to the bathroom.

Bailong woke up early, and accepted the offerings from the host and Sengmi in the early morning. A few days ago, the temple held an event to welcome the gods. Unfortunately, the next morning did not welcome Bailong. He also just came back. The host felt the white dragon. So early in the morning, he brought the novice monks to light incense and fragrant fruits to perform a solemn ceremony of welcoming the gods.

Bailong sat on the chair with one leg bent, watching the tedious and solemn ceremony below, when he suddenly heard the sound of wind chimes welcoming guests at the front door.He turned his head to look over and saw a young man with a long and tall body wrapped in a large red kimono, his brows were sharp and his face was as sharp as a knife.

When the monks and mistresses were gone, there were only Fang and Bailong in the spacious Japanese-style room.Two cups of tea, hot air curling up, plum blossoms and winter snow are painted on the large screen in the room, but the room is as warm as spring.

"Is the house okay? Is the soup house okay?" Bailong asked, his eyes were picturesque, indifferent and handsome, he was a real shikigami.At the beginning of his ascension, Granny Qian expected that his chance of success was only [-]%, but he insisted on finding a way to ascend in the annihilation of flying ash, and he became a god. rain.

Ascension is certainly a good thing, but because of repeated encounters, Bailong's body and spirit have been washed again, and he has forgotten the past.This is an encounter that every shikigami will encounter. From then on, he forgets his past and only remembers his responsibilities and missions.Fang sat on one side of the chair and drank tea lazily. Once he asked Granny Qian, "Can you tell him the story of Chihiro." He wanted to do this because Chihiro was his friend, his best friend.But Granny Qian shook her head. His memory is not long, and pain is far longer than happiness.

But he still knew about the boy who came to visit him this time. Granny Qian took Granny Tang to a distant place, and the soup house was handed over to Fang as the head of the family. But the male is willing to stay in Granny Qian's hut and wait for her to come back.

Fang would sometimes come here as a guest to enjoy the scenery, drink tea and wine, but never went to see Qianxun. Granny Qian said that Qianxun and them were people from two worlds, and they never met again.She's right, Fang also thinks so, but he always thinks of Chihiro when he comes here as a guest, human life is really short, a hundred years can fly by at the flick of a finger, maybe it won't be long before he will be waiting for her on the other side, if she Remembering Bailong, he brought her here and stood on the small bridge in the lotus pond outside this house to watch him being incensed and worshiped by everyone.

Fang looked at the time, then waved his hand to say goodbye, but Bailong didn't do much to keep him, he seemed a little absent-minded, the willow tree outside the house was fluttering, and the host came in, he said thousand, and looked up at Bailong's direction , although he couldn't see anything, he knew he was there.So Youyou said: "Is God here? I met a girl at the meeting to welcome the God a few days ago, and she is very destined to be with God, but I can feel it in just a short moment. Unfortunately, I can't be too sure later. What a pity." He knew that the gods had been looking for something, although the gods had never said anything, there were thousands of things that might be what Bailong was looking for, but the monk thought that what the gods were looking for was a girl , this kind of thinking is a bit vulgar, but the monk is not exempt from vulgarity, and he insists on thinking.

Bai Long smiled, feeling that this monk was completely wrong.