Dry this bowl of poisonous chicken soup

Wei Wei leaned against the railing, watching Yamabasaki down a few steps, holding a wooden basin, washing clothes by the stream.That pose, huddled in a ball, is really interesting.

"Yamabachi?" Wei called out every once in a while.Before, Yamabuchi even looked back at her, but now Yamabuki doesn't want to talk to her at all.

Wei also understands that instead of saying that Yamabuki is angry with himself, it is better to say that Yamabuki is angry with himself.If Yamabuchi is really angry, he won't ignore you, he just speaks bluntly. If he is angry with himself, he will roll himself into a ball and completely reject outside interference.

"Come on, let me help you." Wei walked down quickly, knelt down and picked up the quilt, intending to help.But it may be because I squatted too fast, and I felt dizzy for a moment.

"No, it's okay?" Yamabukiri just started to express his refusal, and then felt that something was wrong with Yui in the next moment.

"Ah, you should be fine?" Wei shook her head, and the sheet she just snatched from her hand was also taken away by Yamabuchi.

"Let's go back and rest first." Yamabuchi felt that it would be too irresponsible to use the word "should" for physical matters.

Seeing Shanba's ugly expression, Wei hurriedly changed the topic.

"No need." Wei shook his head, "It's rare that I don't have to stay in the room. By the way, does Yamabuchi know that I had a dream before?"

Yamabakiri shook his head as expected.

"World travel." Wei smiled, "Many people have such a dream, to go to different places and see different scenery?"

"No." Yamabuchi didn't understand the girl's mind at all.

"No?" The only face was hit hard, "Don't you have any romantic dreams?"

"Something more romantic?" Yamabuchi tilted his head, expressing his incomprehension.

"For example, what do you want to do?" Wei Wei used an example.

"I don't have a dream." Yamabuchi looked at Yui, "That kind of thing is not suitable for imitations like me at all."

"Well, does Yamabuki still care about this kind of thing?" Yui lowered his head, "It's been a long time, I haven't heard Yamabuki say that."

After Yui became a god judge, he relied on Yamabukiri for a long time, and could not trust other swords and swords.Although I open my heart and accept everyone now, the aftermath of that time is the extraordinary dependence on Yamabachi.This obvious dependence and fragility made Yamabukiri unable to say anything in front of Yuizai later, as he was an imitation sword.

"Ah." Yamabuki's expression was a little flustered, "Because Yui-sama has a lot of famous swords now, I, I may not be that important."

"Is that so?" Wei looked up and smiled, "Is it because I gave Shanba a sense of insecurity?"

"It's none of Yui-sama's business. I'm an imitation sword, so you shouldn't have too many expectations of me." Yamabukiri finally spoke his mind.

"However, Yamabukiri has never lived up to my expectations." Yui blushed a little. "A person like me is very, very good at relying on others. I couldn't live without everyone's help before."

"My imitation sword, what can Master Yu rely on me?" Yamabuchi turned his head away from Yui.

silence

"Look, there's nothing you can rely on." Yui's silence made Yamabuchiri feel even more dejected.

Yui silently grabbed the corner of Yamabagiri's clothes

"I just want to catch it, can't I?"

"Hmm..." Yamabuchi's eyes widened.

The two of them maintained this posture for a long time, and finally Yui moved first.

"Yamabuchi..." Yui's voice was embarrassing, "My leg is numb."

"...I'll help you up." Yamabuchi still hesitated to look at Yui.

"But, I don't want to go back to the room yet." Wei shook his head, "I want to see the tree."

Following the direction of Yui's finger, it is now autumn in Honmaru, and the leaves of the huge Wannian cherry tree are red and yellow, and they look scattered.

"That." Yamabuchi knelt down with his back facing Yui, "Come up."

"Ah? Oh" Wei Wei obediently lay down on the ground.

The two walked towards the Wannian cherry tree.

"Are these two people stupid?" California Qingguang picked up the forgotten quilt.

"This, Kiyomitsu..." Yamato Morita smiled.

"Then what should I do about this?" Kami Kiyomitsu looked at Yamabukiri's body sheet, "It's so disgusting to me."

"Let's help Shanba cut it to dry." Yamato Shou'an squatted down and began to help wash the sheets. "After all, only adults and the others went to see the tree."

"No, I just dyed my nails yesterday." California stretched out his hand and gestured to Yamato Shou'an.

"Got it, got it, let me do it." Yamato Shou'an was almost done washing.After all, Weihe Shanba cut a quilt and washed it for more than half an hour, and it should be clean.

"Then please." California Qingguang leaned against the railing along the river, "An Ding, I really want to see the trees too."

"Cough, cough, California Qingguang!" Several black intersections appeared on the forehead of Yamato Shouan, "If your brain is flooded, I can help you."

"Forget it." California Qingguang looked reluctant.

"No, pick it up and dry it." Yamato Shou'an took advantage of California Qingguang's carelessness and threw the sheet on California Qingguang's head.

"Stupid." California Qingguang took down the sheet, "Didn't you say you wash it?"

"But I didn't say I'm drying it." Yamato Moranda tugged on Raja Kiyomitsu's braid, "Then, Kiyomitsu, I'll leave it to you."

"Yes, yes, I got it." California Qingguang looked helplessly at the smile on Yamato Moran's face.

Honmaru Garden

"Really? He..." Priest Kato's eyes turned red, "So, like this, my Akiko, she shouldn't be lonely."

"Master Kato, please express your condolences." Tachi Taro consoled.

People from current affairs came to negotiate today but returned empty-handed. I thought that no one would come again, but I didn't expect it.Akiko's grandfather came to this Honmaru alone.Fortunately, he just happened to be met by Jiro Tachi.

The blush on Jiro Tachi's face due to drinking has not subsided, but his complexion is rare and serious.He stayed beside his brother quietly without speaking.

"Ah, I'm fine." Priest Kato suppressed his feelings, "It's really rare that I would chat and drink tea with you."

"Yes, I was at the shrine back then, thanks to your care." Taro Tachi replied.

Jiro Taidao still did not make a sound. When he was at the shrine in the past, it was indeed the old man who took care of Taro and Jiro brothers on time and checked them regularly.However, this cannot conceal Jiro's dislike for Priest Kato.

Priest Kato can be said to be a representative of rigidity, completely different from Akiko who he brought up with one hand.At the beginning, he tried his best to match the marriage between Akiko and the man with glasses, and fiercely rejected Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who Akiko liked.It can be said that more than half of the man with glasses' passionate pursuit of Akiko was hinted by the old man.

After all, Akiko made it very clear at the time that she liked Tsurumaru Kuninaga and wanted to be with him.For this reason I would rather not inherit the shrine.

"No, I take care of you, and I just take care of Akiko." Priest Kato sighed.After what happened to Sayuri, he wanted to see more and more what kind of child Yui had inherited the source of Akiko's spiritual power.

How is your conduct?How is your personality?Worthy of his Akiko.

"I know." Taro Taidao nodded, "So, what's the matter with you this time?"

"I just want to meet that child." Priest Kato sighed.

"Your Majesty? Are you also a political lobbyist?" Jiro narrowed his eyes

"That's not true. What does Shizheng have to do with me?" Priest Kato shook his head. "I don't like Shizheng, and I don't like swords and swords.

"Come and see?" Jiro couldn't believe it.

"Ah? You are?" Yui lay on Yamabukiri's back, looking at the old man in the courtyard in surprise.

Is your Honmaru a visitor?

The author has something to say:

Priest Kato is the biggest victim, but after all, he also contributed to the flames, although he didn't know it