[Comprehensive + Onmyoji] Quiet Window Lamp Moon Bright

A cold hand caressed his forehead suddenly, Qingming's thick black eyes were full of entanglement and struggle.Datengu was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Seimei's memory tended to be revived.

"Seimei." Big Tengu tried to shout.

But it was useless, Qingming quickly withdrew his hand and sat back. "I'm sorry." Qingming's voice was muffled, and she could hear her depressed mood.

The big tengu didn't care about Seimei's mood either, this teasing and irresponsible attitude really seemed familiar.

Qingming moved herself into the corner of the car, who knew how she could do such a thing in such a way.At that time, my heart was filled with bitterness like mixed with sugar.

What is that?

Seimei House is on Gojo Street, which is not familiar to Ootengu. It is a house in a town (360 square meters).Seimei now lives next door to Abe's house.Ootengu guessed that this was the one that was finally struck by Seimei with lightning during the shikigami battle.

Qingming took the big tengu through the layers of barriers that wrapped the house. Even if the big tengu officially owned the right to live in Xiao Qingming's house, Qingming felt very depressed.

Walking into the gate, the autumn desolation of the garden came into view. The withered and yellow weeds had grown to the extent that they could drown Jingmei and Daitengu. Seimei glanced at Daitengu, really short.After walking into the house, Seimei almost choked on ashes, the big tengu rolled his eyes at Seimei, and it was true.

Qingming walked into the house, waved his sleeves, and decided to start the huge cleaning project.The big tengu standing at the door watched Seimei take out the scissors and cut out small paper figurines, and walked leisurely to visit Seimei's "dog house".

He was stupid just now and wanted to see how Qingming cleaned.It's really over, the shikigami that drives the paper man is not the most common shikigami of onmyoji.

Qingming's courtyard is not big, so after a brief glance, he returned to Qingming's side.Qingming was carrying a stack of books out, and the big tengu walked up to take the books in Qingming's hand.

Qingming was stunned for a moment, pointed to the square cloth spread in the courtyard, and said, "Put it there."

Ootengu was fortunate to have read Seimei's collection of books, the number is quite considerable, and the scope is quite wide.There are quite a few books written by Xiao Qingming, but the scope of coverage is not very wide. Even the books are all about astrological yin and yang, and they have been discussed in depth.

By the time they finished their work, the sun had already set.what!In fact, it was not too busy. After they spread out the books, they sat down in the corridor and drank tea.

At first, they drank the white water prepared by Seimei, and when the little papermen cleared away the tea leaves, the big tengu made Qingming a pot of tea.

Among Kuro Seimei-sama's shikigami, in the beginning, only Arakawa and Mio could make tea among them, but only Kuro Seimei-sama would make himself a pot of tea.Later, for some unknown reason, Yuki Nv also joined her, and from then on, she began to make tea for Master Hei Qingming.

Ootengu learned how to make tea through getting along with Seimei day after day.When she was with Qingming, most of Qingming would make tea.

Qingming makes tea very beautifully, her ten fingers are green onions, and when she moves, it seems that butterflies are flying between her fingers. The action of making tea is a bit like dancing swords in her hands, the sword's light and sword shadow, but it is very beautiful.

The afternoon sun shines into the Japanese room or the candlelight is dizzy, leaving a silhouette to ferment in the time, and the years are quiet.

When it was time for dinner, Qingming's cousin Dianzi brought the meal and came to Qingming's courtyard through the small gate.He glanced at Qingming's rather "wild interest" courtyard with extreme entanglement.

Qingming has set an unwritten rule for her yard, and does not welcome human beings, ghosts and other life forms other than her to enter.But Qingming himself is an onmyoji whose ten fingers do not touch the spring water, and the value of life seems to be reflected in killing, killing, and killing.The family members were really worried that she would starve to death (maybe no one cleaned it up for a long time), so they opened a small door on the connected courtyard wall, and put the food in the door when it was time to eat. Afterwards, Qingming went to fetch it by herself.

But there are always exceptions. If relatives come to the door, can Qingming drive them out?

Dianzi neither dislikes nor likes this onmyoji who doesn't know whether he is a brother-in-law or sister-in-law, or he is a little afraid of Qingming.But as the head of the Abe house next door, there are not many opportunities to deal with Seimei, but it is by no means impossible.

After coming down a few times, it can be regarded as normal communication.

This time I came here because Master Qingming sent a letter saying that Qingming was injured and came back to rest.Noriko came to see what Seimei needed.Of course, Seimei couldn’t just pretend there wasn’t any if he didn’t have it. He took a quick look inside and out, and then went back and brought a few things over.

Qingming tossed and turned on the bed at night but couldn't fall asleep. She was not used to having a monster in the house, not to mention that her feelings about this monster were a bit complicated, but she couldn't explain it.

Qingming stood up and sat up. She needed someone to confide in, and her senior brother Baoxian was a good choice.Light a candle, sit by the desk, want to write but have nothing to say.

Insomnia in the long night of autumn, sorrow turns and thoughts.

Finally, I turned over the "Ancient and Modern Waka Collection" and selected this waka that fits the season and mood and copied it down. I asked the name of the monster who lived in her house on the way.

When Baoxian saw Qingming's summons, he was as confused as if he heard that Qingming had a child.

I don't know where this messy metaphor came from.

After thinking about his words, he wrote back a letter to Qingming, telling Qingming that the monster in her family was called Daitengu, and by the way, complained to his junior brother that the name was so substandard.Let me be a little concerned about what happened to my junior brother.

Qingming thought for a while, and replied, "It's okay, I can't sleep."

After passing it to Baoxian, open the door and give the room a change of air.Qingming stepped on the clogs and stepped on the fallen leaves, and walked to the persimmon tree in the yard with the sound of "squeaky".

The cold whizzing wind poured into the sleeves and skirts, taking away the little heat from Qingming's body, and Qingming couldn't help shivering.

A pair of sharp-boned hands abruptly put a dress on her from behind her, Seimei was wrapped around her shoulders, half-circling in a male's arms.Shocked, Seimei turned around abruptly.

When Qingming's forehead felt cold, Seimei pushed him away before his brain could react.

Big Tengu stared at Seimei, wondering what he was thinking.After a long while, Qingming put on the sea-blue straight dress that had been shaken off just now, and smoothed the hair that had slipped in front of her back behind her ears, and said softly, "Go back early."

Qingming is afraid of the cold, afraid of suffering, and likes sweets.

Seimei, who was half a head shorter than Daitengu, looked up at him slightly, his face was still lacking in emotion, but he finally looked like a living person.

Her face seemed to have been painted several times by the moonlight, delicate and elegant, graceful and tender.

One can vaguely admire the stunning beauty of the sentence "One look at the city of Qingren, and then look at the country of Qingren".

The author has something to say:

I was wondering if Xiao Qingming, who was in the rebellious period, would confront Gouzi, stand in the wind all night, and then be carried back by Gouzi.

I think Xiao Qingming, who is in the second grade, is cute.

thanks ice feather