[Onmyoji] There are fox sui sui

Kyoto, evening.

At this time, the students had already finished school, and female students in uniforms walked on the clean and tidy streets in twos and threes, looking up at the burning clouds formed by the afterglow of the sun.

A few girls whispered to their companions, but secretly looked at someone on the corner of the street.

It was a young man with an outstanding appearance. His facial features were so good that he could kill many popular entertainers in a flash. He was standing in a corner of Kyoto in a gray kimono. He was conspicuous but not obtrusive, and he naturally blended into the long and ancient streets.

A girl's companion bumped her with an elbow, making her muster up the courage to ask for a contact information. The girl was timid and shy, and when she was about to take a step, a beautifully dressed woman walked towards the young man.

A woman's make-up is exquisite, her dress is fashionable, and her flamboyant beauty is not comparable to that of a young girl.And she walked straight towards the man, who seemed to be an acquaintance.

Already have a lover.

The girl's companions felt sorry for each other, and after laughing and joking, they discussed other topics arm in arm.

The girl's figure flew away like a bird, leaving only the corners of her skirt swaying.

The woman with exquisite makeup rolled her eyes at the young man with an extremely indecent look, "Uncle, next time you go out, can you use an illusion to cover up your peerless beauty?"

The words are very rude, even if she knows the young man's actual age can be a grandfather for whom she doesn't know how many generations.

The young man raised his hand and rubbed the woman's head naturally like the elders. The woman shook her head in dissatisfaction, expressing strong condemnation for this behavior of disturbing her hairstyle.

"I'm not a child anymore," she protested.

"Children love to say that," said the young man.

"Cut." The woman scoffed at the old man's words, "Why did you go out suddenly? I thought you would stay at home forever."

The young man laughed, "Even if it's me, it's impossible not to go out. It's just that I went to see too many places when I was young, and now I don't want to go far."

"Then why did you wander around the street on a whim today, did puberty go and come back?" the woman said angrily.

"No. It's just that I suddenly remembered that today is the day we meet again." The young man said in a soft voice.

The woman was taken aback, she knew that the "we" in the young man's mouth did not refer to her and him, but she did not expect the young man to mention their matter to her, and she had been stalking her for a long time, but she did not pry a little bit out of his mouth. Come gossip.

After all, since she was sensible, she only knew that he was the patron saint of her family. Because of her relationship with a certain ancestor, she had guarded her family for hundreds of years.

But she didn't believe it at all. After all, he is a monster, or a fox monster. This kind of powerful and beautiful big monster guards human beings wholeheartedly and prevents people from thinking about emotions. I'm sorry for him that face.

Later, on her own, she searched through the family's history, only to find some clues.

It is not a certain ancestor who is related to him, but a certain ancestor's wife.

It's so exciting, just a few key words can make people make up a triangular drama in minutes.

Could it be that the gossip I've been spying on for years is finally coming to light?

The woman suppressed the surge in her heart, waiting for the young man to continue his sad story.

However, the young man did not make her wish come true. No matter what, he watched her grow up, and he knew the little Jiujiu in her heart very well.

He just smiled, took out a steaming thick fish fry from the paper bag in his arms, and stuffed it into the woman's lipsticked mouth.

The woman subconsciously bit down, the freshly baked thick fish burnt was crispy on the outside, with a click, the warm and sweet honey red beans inside poured into the depths of her mouthpiece, she bit off the head of the thick fish burnt in one bite, chewing without caring about the image , the cheeks bulged, and the lipstick was rubbed off a lot.

He pinched the steaming thick fish burnt with his manicured fingers, chewed it for a long time, and then swallowed the thick thick fish burnt in his mouth.

If the enemy doesn't move, the woman starts to play a rogue, "Well, I know you are not the kind of prodigal who catches someone and tells his love history, but since you have opened your mouth, don't hold my appetite, or I will sleep tonight No more. What happened after you reunited?"

"I've let you down, nothing happened," said the young man.

"How is it possible?" The woman didn't believe it.

"Because at that time, it has been a long time since we parted."

"How long?"

"Yomo, Yijiazi."

"what?!"

The woman couldn't believe it, one year is equal to 60 years, Japan is only so big, and he is a big monster, it is not a matter of minutes to meet someone, how could it be possible not to see someone for a year?

"You look into my eyes and talk, is it true or not?" she asked.

The young man was helpless, "Really."

The woman couldn't figure it out, so she took a hard bite of the thick fish, and said vaguely: "Are you so cowardly? You dare not see her, and you deliberately avoid her? You are a monster, and you don't look old, but she is Humans, you..."

When hating iron but not steel, she completely forgot that the other protagonist is her grandparents who don't know how many generations. If they were really together, maybe there would be no her.

However, she was not someone who cared much about the honor and disgrace of her family, otherwise she would not be so interested in the gossip about her ancestors, and used the mood of watching the eight o'clock file to make up for their love and hatred.

The young man just looked at the street, and he was actually surprised that they hadn't seen each other for so long.

Maybe he did it on purpose, for a whole sixty years, he didn't hear any news from her.

Even the reunion after a long absence was just a chance encounter.

They passed each other in the bustling crowd. She was full of gorgeous hair, and several cute children were holding her hand. Not far away, there was a child's voice calling her "grandmother". She looked like an ordinary old man enjoying his old age .

But after passing by, he suddenly looked back, and only had time to see a distant profile.

He recognized her.

From the layers of wrinkles, from the gentle and kind smile, a few strands of freshness can be seen.

The blooming flowers were about to wither, and only then did he realize that it had been so long.

It has been a long time since the vicissitudes of life have changed, and people have changed.

The woman was still rambling, "Come on, the love and hatred I have fantasized about for so many years since I was a child, it ended as plainly as plain boiled water? Are you not reconciled at all?"

"Yes." The young man answered suddenly.

The woman's twittering voice was muted, and she stared at the young man with wide-eyed eyes, intending to fool her into being irreconcilable.

Youth: "I used to be not as good-tempered as I am now, I'm stingy."

After the reunion, he began to collect things about her, and a huge amount of information flooded in. He kept deepening his understanding of her like a sponge, as if this could fill the blank time.

After that, she has been running around to clean up the mess for Abe Seimei.

She was pursued by her fellow seniors.

When she got married, she wore Bai Wugou.

She has three children.

……

He has thought about whether to show up at her door, chat like an old friend, recount all the things he has experienced together in the past, and let all emotions be relieved with a natural smile at each other.

But he didn't do it in the end.He just followed her with concealed breath, except when they were together.

"Oh? You let go so graciously, why are you still not reconciled?" The woman was curious.

"When she left, it wasn't me who held her hand." The young man replied.

"That's it?" The woman didn't understand why, "Isn't this a matter of course?"

"Yeah, it's a matter of course."

He followed her, watching her hair turn from gray to silver white, her rather tough body gradually weakened, and her bright eyes gradually clouded.

At that time, on a rainy day in late spring, the sky was covered with raindrops as thin as flower needles, and she was finally unable to walk. Her children and grandchildren surrounded her, and she could hear small sobs. She passed away with a peaceful smile, and Another pair of hands covered with age spots and wrinkles has been holding hers from warm to cold.

And he disappeared, standing in the rain like a spectator at a distance that would not be noticed.

He had nowhere to look, he could only look at the sky, the rain fell in his golden eyes, reflecting the gloomy sky, so he had a particularly deep memory of the sky that day.

The foggy sky is too depressing.

The young man stopped talking again.

The woman doesn't care, anyway, since she knew him, he has always been this ignorant.She is obviously the patron saint of her family, but she is not close to the family members at all. She didn't understand it before, but later she vaguely knew the reason behind it, so she didn't go into it further.

Just kidding, who would get close to the offspring of a rival in love, even if half of the lover's blood is impossible.

It was only when she was a child that she accidentally discovered his residence and stalked him cheekily, so she got acquainted with him at least.

"Have you heard of the poem "Lovesickness"?" the young man asked suddenly.

"You ask me? Can't you think about it?" The woman bit the thick fish burnt in her mouth, "It's not like you don't know that you dropped out of school and ran away from home before finishing high school in our country."

"It's a poem by Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei. After she left, I traveled to China and read a lot of poems." The young man replied helplessly.

"So it's from China. I can't even tell the difference between Japanese writers. If you ask me, it's useless." The woman said, "Wait, have you ever been to China?"

"Yes, yes, not only, I have also been to Europe and Africa." The young man raised his forehead for this crooked ability.

"It's amazing. During my previous business trips, I had some academic exchanges with sorcerers and mages." The woman didn't hide her envy, and it took a while to look at the young man's face and remembered the important point, "But it's called Acacia. Poetry? It sounds so sour, what are you talking about?"

"It's about red beans."

"Red beans represent lovesickness. That's an interesting saying." The woman smacked her lips, "I like the red beans in thick fish burnt very much. The sweetness is really suitable for love dogs."

"This is not the same kind of red bean," the young man said with a smile, "the red bean in thick fish burnt is red bean, which is delicious and beneficial to the human body, but it is acacia in poetry, which is highly poisonous, and it will kill you if you accidentally eat it. "

"Hey, I'm eating sticky fish, can you let me eat well?"

"scared?"

"That's not!"

Although she was frightened when she said that, the woman still swallowed the few thick fish burns left in the paper bag with great appetite, and ate very satisfyingly.Licking off a little bit of residue on her fingers, seeing that the young man was in a good mood today and actually mentioned the past, she asked boldly.

"I've been curious about something for a long time. Why did you fall in love with my grandma, who was once so many generations ago? Even though she was single at that time, why do you, a monster, like Onmyoji?"

Youth: "You really are just as obsessive as you were when you were a child."

The woman didn't think it was a bad comment at all, and accepted it as a compliment with a smile.

The young man looked up at the colorful sky, "Indeed, I have never met a girl similar to her, but she has become a special one."

"Probably because, at the right time, I met the right person."

"What, it's so simple?" The woman looked like you don't want to fool me.

"It's not easy, it's hard." The young man said with a smile.

Not a moment earlier, not a moment later, meet the right person at the right time and make the right choice.

too difficult.

The author has something to say: red beans are grown in the southern country, and a few branches will grow in spring.May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick.

I have always liked this poem, but it is actually Wang Wei's poem in memory of his friends.

The demon fox in the parallel world is almost written, I think his image here is very complete ww

I originally wanted to finish writing this episode, but after thinking about it, this is the most suitable place.The time when he traveled to the time and space of the main drama was more than 100 years after Ah Xuan died. At that time, he had already been to Chang'an Luoyang, Europe and then returned to Japan.

He couldn't send the girl he likes to complete the journey of life in a dignified way, but in the main drama, he took Ah Xuan's hand and sent her to end another journey and start a new life.In a sense, I hope he can be more or less consummated.