[Comprehensive] Build a harmonious Honmaru

The nameless little flowers in the yard are blooming brilliantly in the green grass, and it looks like the paint was splashed on the white canvas when the paintbrush was swiped too hard.

The afternoon sun casts behind the shadow of a little girl on the grass, blocking the light of a small white flower.

The white-haired man blinked and lay on the fence looking at the little girl in the yard: "A Sheng."

The little black-haired girl glanced at him and gave him a big white eye.

The white-haired man looked at the little girl's eyes and continued to smile: "A Sheng, let me tell you, you have an uncle, his name is... um... his name is."

He thought for a while and found that he couldn't remember, so he gave up altogether and said, "Although I forgot his name, I should have a good relationship with him."

The little black-haired girl seemed unable to stand his chatter, put down the hoe in her hand, and shouted into the house: "Mom, Mr. Hikiri's dementia has occurred again!"

The man named 'Higakiri' didn't pay any attention to her words, he stood outside the fence and looked at the woman who came in from the house.

The other party seemed to have just woken up, and walked out of the room with sleepy eyes. After seeing Mustache, he raised his head and exhaled: "Why are you here again, so we can be easily discovered by you, okay?"

Mustache stood outside the fence, and he looked at the other side through the fence.

The woman sighed, walked to the gate of the courtyard, and opened the door.

The little girl who was called 'A Sheng' by the man before walked into the house holding the flower cluster in her hand.

She put the flower clusters in her hand on the table, sat on the sofa beside her and waited for her mother to come in. After the woman in the white dress came in, she looked at the flower clusters on the table, sat beside her and rubbed her head :"very nice."

Feeling the hand on her head, the little girl squinted her eyes comfortably, then thought of something, and said in a bad tone, "Will Mr. Hikiri come?"

"Not for a while."

When the little girl heard this sentence, she asked again: "Is the place where mother used to be very lively?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"If only there were people like Mr. Hikiri."

"It's very lively." She said: "When I was led by a certain god judge on an expedition, I was brought back to become a god judge. To me, they are my family."

"There is also Fu Sangshen who said that if he dies one day, he wants me to bury him in the yard so that I won't be alone. But how can Fusangshen die?"

"If you think about it that way, they're really interesting."

"Then why did mother leave there?"

——Because of you.

"If it wasn't for you, she wouldn't have left Honmaru at all."

"If it wasn't for you, she wouldn't have been taken back at all and wouldn't have died."

If it wasn't for you...

……

"My lord?"

"Ok?"

Shen Sheng looked at Zhangzimen, quickly lifted the quilt and got out of bed: "Wait a minute."

She determined the location by the corridor light coming through the crack of the Zhangzimen door, pressed the light button next to the Zhangzimen door, adjusted to the suddenly lit up space, and opened the Zhangzimen door.

The man standing at the door was holding dinner, and the moment he saw her, he realized that the two of them were a little close, and he took two steps back to distance himself.

Hasebe held the dinner, looked at her somewhat pale face, and asked, "My lord, how are you resting in the afternoon? I heard from Mr. Tsurumaru that your fever has subsided?"

Shen Sheng nodded, and took a step to the side to get out of the way of Zhangzi Gate, and Chang Gubu walked into the room and put the dinner on the table.

"Because the lord is sick, Guangzhong made porridge today. It may be a little bland, but for the sake of the lord's body, it's better to eat all of it."

Shen Sheng listened to his words and walked to the table.

"Mr. Hasebe."

"What's the matter? My lord?"

"Where's Mr. Tsurumaru?"

Hasebe, who was bringing the porridge in the tray to the dining table, was taken aback for a moment, and the movements in his hands were taken aback. The bottom of the bowl hit the wooden table with a 'click' sound, and Hasebe withdrew his hand: "My lord and the crane Did Mr. Maru quarrel?"

Shen Sheng took the spoon he handed over and stirred the porridge in the bowl: "No." Then he said: "Why do you think so?"

"I heard from Yaoken that the reason why the lord has a cold this time is because Mr. Tsurumaru invited you to drink on the eaves last night?"

Shen Sheng nodded, somewhat wondering what this had to do with her quarrel with Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

"Mr. Tsurumaru was taken by Mitsutada to discuss."

Only then did Shen Sheng realize that he was answering her first question. She scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to her mouth, thinking of something: "But isn't the internal competition tomorrow? Why is Mr. Guangzhong going today?"

Hasebe shook his head and said he didn't know.

Shen Sheng stopped talking, she stirred the porridge in her hand, and said: "I have arranged for tomorrow's practice and expedition, you just follow along."

Hearing her words, Hasebe felt a little strange: "Is the lord not in Honmaru tomorrow?"

Shen Sheng nodded: "Yesterday, I received news from the time government that a large number of new interrogators are about to take office, so I want to go there. By the way, tell Mr. Guangzhong for me, maybe three meals will not be at Honmaru tomorrow."

"By the way, Shiina and the others will come to practice tomorrow, so remember to entertain them."

Hasebe nodded, and sat on the sidelines waiting for her to finish the porridge and take the bowl and spoon away. There was only the sound of the wooden spoon hitting the wooden bowl in the room. On the file on the table.

"Lord."

"Ok?"

"Eat well when you eat."

Shen Sheng put down the document in his left hand and stared at the porridge in front of him.

"By the way, Mr. Hasebe."

"What's the matter? My lord."

Shen Sheng looked at the porridge in his hand and put down the spoon: "Is the previous master irreplaceable?"

"Why do you think so?"

"Fudo Xingguang, today's sword, Yamato Shou'an. So many swords are thinking of the former master."

Hearing her words, Hasebe smiled, took a tray and sat across the table: "My lord, you are different from the former lord."

"They are the ones who gave us legends in the past. You are the ones who use us now."

"Everyone in this pill is clear."

……

When Shen Sheng got up early the next morning, he opened the scorpion window, and saw Ranto Shiro squatting outside the house.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere in the air was a little awkward.

He pursed his lips indiscriminately, embarrassed to leave, and embarrassed to speak, so he just stood on the eaves.

"Want to have breakfast?"

Shen Sheng asked.

Ranto Shiro, who was asked a question, gave an 'ah', and nodded without knowing what the other party said.Then he reacted and shook his head violently, explaining: "I've eaten!"

Short knives are generally not assigned to cook, so nine out of ten short knives in Honmaru can't cook, and Ranto Shiro happens to be one of the nine who can't cook; I didn't get up, and there was no breakfast in the kitchen.

Shen Sheng saw through the lie in a second, and Ranto Shiro also realized his lame lie, tugged at the corner of his clothes, lowered his head and stopped talking.

An atmosphere called 'embarrassment' spread in the air again.

Shen Sheng looked at him, took a step to the side, and gave up the space in front of Zhangzi's window: "Come in?"

This time Rantoshiro, who listened to the other party's words, nodded, climbed onto the window sill with hands and feet, and turned inside.

Shen Sheng looked at the underwear he was wearing, and at his slightly wet hair, and remembered that it was raining lightly when he just woke up at five o'clock.

Was he waiting outside before five o'clock?

"If you have something to do with me, why don't you come in through the door? The eaves outside the window are not safe." Shen Sheng walked to the cabinet and opened it, took out a towel from inside, walked to the side of the mess, covered his head with the towel and rubbed him Not yet dry hair.

"Be careful of catching a cold."

Hearing these words, the orange-haired boy froze, opened his mouth, lowered his head which was already on his back, clenched his fists tightly, and said regretfully in his voice, "I'm sorry..."

"fine."

Shrinking her body and lowering her head: "My lord, stop imitating her. You are not her. Why do you want to imitate her and face us?"

"I want to see my lord."

Shen Sheng listened to her words, clamped the end of his hair with a towel, and patted it again and again: "What silly words, am I right in front of you? You can see it every day."

"I didn't mean that." Rantoshiro was a little excited, and finally got up and turned to look at her; the judge in front of him was sitting on the ground with a towel in his hand and looked at him in surprise, as if he realized that he It's not good to stand and look down at the other party, so he quickly sat down and stared at the other party, apart from her, there was seriousness in his blue eyes.

"It's not the appearance or the figure, it's the protagonist's own way of doing things and dealing with people."

"I want to see the real protagonist."

No longer learn from her to get along with them.

Ranto Shiro put his hand on his shoulder, and pinched her with his fingertips, as if he thought that the other party would be able to listen to his words, but he also thought that the power of Fusangshen was very different from the power of human beings , he straightened his fingertips, and curled them back again: "I didn't say that because Mr. Tsurumaru wanted to talk to me."

"It's my sincerity, I want to meet such a lord."

No longer imitating that person, and no longer carrying the shadow of that person in every action.

Shen Sheng looked at the tears in his eyes, subconsciously raised the towel in his hand to wipe his tears away, but realized that the towel had just wiped his hair and retracted his hand.

Ranto Shiro looked at her movements, as if the good feelings that had been brewing with great difficulty were broken, his expression twisted, and tears flowed from his eyes.

Hugging Shen Sheng like he was angry and burying his head in her neck, he felt Shen Sheng pat him on the back.

"Have you calmed down?"

Ranto Shiro nodded, shrinking his hand holding Shen Sheng, his voice trembling: "My lord."

"Ok?"

"The memories she left with her are the past. Although one day you will become the past."

"But for us now, you are our present and future."

The palm on the back was still clapping, and Luan raised his head when he didn't hear the answer: "My lord, are you listening?!"

"I'm listening, but I have to give me some time to change this."

Puffing her cheeks in disorder: "How long will it take?"

"Soon, it only takes 21 days for a person to change. Soon I won't see this kind of me full of other people's shadows."

But I, who is so extreme, will not let you see it.

She looked at Ranto Shiro, and flicked his bangs, which were wet into knots.

"Want to have breakfast?"