I didn't expect you to be such an onmyoji.

The voice of the demon luthier was neither happy nor angry, calm and without ups and downs, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him. As soon as he spoke, his fingers trembled slightly, and he plucked a hoarse low tone on the strings.

The sixth paragraph of "Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia" recalls the difficulty of luggage in the past, and the six beats are so sad that I want to stop playing.

The candlelight is dim, but wisps of smoke can still be seen floating between the lotus petals of the Boshan aromatherapy burner, bringing the fragrance of agarwood mixed with cypress wood. The player's mournful guqin music.He lowered his head, his white hair like the first snow fell from his shoulders, completely covering his profile under the candle.

Yuan Dongshi didn't ask about the story behind the story. The demon qin master was the only one who took the initiative to recognize her as the master, but because of this, she didn't know what kind of past this qin player hidden in the qin had.

After this small rhythm, the Yaoqin master raised his head, his hair slid past his cheeks, he turned his head slightly, and said, "Master Dongshi, how should I respond?"

"Response?" Yuan Dongshi asked.

"Have you thought about responding yet?" Yaoqin Master said.

Gentoshi sighed, and lay down on the pillow. After a long time, she fumbled for something from her bosom, and held it up high in front of her eyes. It was a piece of crumpled Mutsu paper, originally stained The faint scent of mustard flowers has faded away, and there are still some pastry crumbs standing on the paper.

She put the paper on the pillow, smoothed the paper with both hands, folded it several times, and stuffed it under the pillow.

The demon luthier quietly watched her series of movements, his slender fingers caressing the strings slowly, making a buzzing sound.

Yuan Dongshi pressed the pillow with both hands, was silent for a moment, and said: "I have never liked anyone." She lay down again, resting her chin on the pillow, "Actually, I am very happy in my heart, but I don't think this is real. of."

"Oh?" Yaoqin Master said, "It doesn't seem real?"

"Yes, here, the people here, and everything here doesn't seem real to me." Yuan Dongshi said, feeling a little sad again. After finishing the remaining physical strength, look at the five-star full-skill ssr in the phone, and lead your own shikigami to the arena to teach the opponent how to be a human being.

Dreams always wake up, and when she wakes up, she is still a woman with a five-star SSR.

In her dream, besides a pile of dog food cards, all she had in her hand was this piece of Mutsu paper with crumbs of tuckahoe cake on it.

She sighed, and said: "Are you going to say that I am afraid of monsters? Of course I am. When I was a child, I stopped ghost stories and wanted to curl up into a ball under the quilt, but it was because I felt that none of this was true, so I was helpless." But now, I am a little scared, not afraid of ghosts, but afraid of people, when I wake up one day, I still remember what I saw and heard in the dream, but it was just a dream, it never happened, a dream The people and things in the dream will still appear in other people's dreams, but they no longer belong to me. I feel unwilling when I think about it. It seems that everyone has forgotten me and started again. Only I am still standing where I am. Look later."

As she spoke, she shook her head again, sat up, and said eagerly: "I don't want to wake up suddenly after having everything, and find that I actually have nothing."

She spoke incoherently, finally sighed, fell straight back, hit the pillow, raised her right arm and put it on her eyes, and said weakly: "Ah, the language ability has degraded."

After a long time, the demon luthier said, "It's Qingming, my lord."

Yuan Dongshi turned his head and looked at the demon luthier sitting in front of the candle. Looking from her side, the face of the demon luthier was blurred by the smoke from the Boshan incense burner, and his cheeks could not be seen clearly, but she seemed to be able to You can directly feel the calm face of the demon luthier at this time.

Before she answered, she heard the Yaoqin master say: "That day, Lord Dongshi went to Lord Qingming's house and brought back a paper talisman."

Yuan Dongshi thought for a while, the Yaoqin master should be talking about the days when she was disturbed by the pine-fuqin sounding at night, she went to Qingming's house to ask Qingming for help, Qingming gave her a paper talisman, and she didn't know much about it at the time. Thinking, put the paper talisman between the strings, and fell asleep, disturbed by the sound of the piano at night, when I woke up, I saw the demon luthier sitting by the piano, and said to her coldly: "Hello, I am Yours, I am R, I think you are very talented, come and learn magic from me."

……

Yuan Dongshi coughed twice, barely maintaining a serious expression.

The demon luthier made a note with one hand, and said, "That talisman is Master Qingming's medium talisman."

"Medium talisman?" Yuan Dongshi asked.

"Using the medium talisman, I can directly enter my consciousness." Yaoqin master said, he looked at Yuan Dongshi, and said, "I didn't intend to show up."

Yuan Dongshi twitched his forehead: "Are you going to make the piano sound yourself to disturb my dreams every night?"

She vaguely saw the demon luthier smiling, but the smoke was too ethereal, and she didn't know if it was her own illusion.She thought for a while and asked, "Then what did Qingming say after he entered your consciousness through a medium, and made you change your original intention?"

The Yaoqin teacher was silent for a moment, and said: "You are most afraid of waking up with nothing, but if this continues, Mr. Dongshi, you will find that you have never had anything."

Yuan Dongshi was stunned for a moment before realizing that Yaoqin Master answered her previous confusion.

She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"Even if everything is false, Mr. Dongshi's 'like' is true." Yaoqin master said.

Yuan Dongshi covered his eyes with his arms and rolled sideways to the other side of the pillow, and said angrily, "I never said I like it."

After waiting for a long time, no one answered, she turned her head slowly, and the flying crane spread its wings and folded branches on the four-foot screen, with an elegant posture, and the incense was wafting from the lotus petals of the Boshan aromatherapy burner, and the candlelight was shining brightly. Caressing the lonely one, but the luthier with snow-white hair and a quiet body is no longer seen.

"When did you leave?" Yuan Dongshi muttered, sat up from the quilt, leaned over to the side of the piano, tapped the bottom of the piano with fingers, and the vibration made the strings buzz, "Hey, demon luthier, come out chatter."

No one answered.

She sighed, picked up the piano, thought for a while, and solemnly dialed a tone on the strings with her fingertips.

The eighth paragraph of "Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia" is composed of eight beats and imitated comedians.

The sound of the claws was unfamiliar and clumsy, and there were a few tunes that flew off the charts, but it was still stumbling. After plucking the last tune, Yuan Dongshi lightly pressed both hands on the strings, then reached out and tapped the base, saying : "Here, the homework due today."

The next day, Yuan Dongshi got up early for an unprecedented time, and finally caught up with the breakfast time in Nijoin.

There was less sunlight outside the eaves this day, and it felt colder than yesterday. Yuan Dongshi originally wore two unlined clothes, but just as he lifted the curtain, the air-conditioning hit his face, and he came back in despair and put on a light Sufang unlined garment. , slowly move out.

The sky is full of thick clouds, and most of the maple trees in the courtyard are already bald.

"It's the beginning of winter today." Several female rooms passed by the corridor and sighed.

It's already the beginning of winter, Yuan Dongshi sighed.

Yuanguang violated a material taboo that day, and did not enter the palace to meet the Mao, but stayed in the courtyard and had breakfast with Ziji.While eating a piece of Yise cake, Zi Ji looked at Yuan Guang and Yuan Dongshi beside her, and said with a smile: "Young master and sister Dongshi are here today."

"I will try my best to appear at the breakfast scene in the future." Yuan Dongshi said listlessly.

She yawned, picked a piece of Yisebing from the plate, took a bite, and felt that it was tasteless, so she drank a bowl of soup made of Gan Ge as a seasoning. There was no fish soup for lunch this day, only a pickled She clicked her mouth, and began to miss the grilled fish in Qingming's house again.

After finishing his meal, Yuanguang said, "I heard that Ms. Dongshi is investigating the disappearance of the Youjing girl?"

Yuan Dongshi nodded and said, "But it should not be called 'Youjing girl is missing' now." She put down the bamboo chopsticks and said, "It should be called 'Youjing girl died strangely'."

Yuanguang has a soft personality and loves women the most. Hearing this, he frowned and sighed: "Sure enough, he was killed."

The maids stepped forward to take down the empty bowls and plates, and put on the teacups and tea bowls. The Xiaoshibu stepped forward to pour tea, and then knelt down to the other side.

"This matter only spread among the officials after Boya took over." Yuan Guang said, "I just thought it was some official who took a fancy to the girl and secretly hid her. I didn't expect..." He shook his head Shaking his head, there was some sadness in his eyes.

Yuan Dongshi held the tea bowl, took a sip of hot tea, thought for a while, and asked, "Brother, are you familiar with Zhongwu Shaofu Tachibana Xinyi?"

Yuanguang thought for a while, and said, "Before this person was exiled to Danba, I didn't live in the palace and didn't hold a position. I met him a few times after he returned to Kyoto last year." He raised his tea bowl and said, "It is said that this person used to be quite He is good at Danqing, but I have never seen it before, it's a pity that he is fond of plum fragrance recently, I don't know that he likes such strong incense so much."

Minato Persimmon wrinkled his nose thinking about the disastrous scent: "You can bear such a strong scent."

Yuan Guang blinked and said, "It's not very strong."

"Obviously..." Yuan Dongshi was about to say something, but suddenly a bright light flashed in her mind, she was stunned for a moment, and then she patted her chest, startling Yuan Guang.

"I know!"

Yuan Guang asked in a daze, "What does Miss Dongshi know?"

"Know the secret of this fragrance!" Yuan Dongshi put down the tea bowl and ran out of the house with her clothes in her hands. The maple leaves on the treetops swirled down, and landed lightly on the floor of the corridor, and were blown upside down by the wind from the corner of her clothes.

When Genfuyuki came to Seimei’s house, Kagura and Seimei were sitting on the porch listening to Shikigami Aya playing the thirteen-stringed chord and singing the horse-promoting music in "Ancient and Modern Collection". Lan, at the beginning of winter, people's hearts gradually warmed up.Kagura's legs dangled slightly, and Xiaobai jumped up from the ground, reaching for her feet with his claws.

Qingming leaned against the porch pillar, was carrying a white porcelain wine cup, squinting his eyes and drinking slowly, when he turned his head and saw Yuan Dongshi kicked open the precarious courtyard gate of his house.

Yuan Dongshi was still wrapped in those three single clothes. After running for a while, she felt that it was too hot. She held the door frame with one hand, panting, and said, "Qing, Qingming, let's tonight..."

Before she could speak, Qingming raised her eyebrows and cut her off: "Miss Persimmon, what do you want to do to me tonight?"

Yuan Dongshi supported the door frame and stood up straight, took off his wooden clogs, expressionless: "I want to beat you tonight."