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

Now, it is the second day of Lidong, the sky is snowing lightly, there is no wind, lingering white air is gushing out during the speech, the bell on the verandah eaves is silent, the snow covers the whole courtyard, and the carp tails in the pool are patting the surface of the pool. The sound is crisp, occasionally accompanied by the rustling of snow falling on the eaves.

Xiao Bai ran back to the porch from the edge of the pool, leaving little footprints like plum blossoms in the snow-covered courtyard.

When Qingming approached Yuandong Persimmon, his sleeve knocked over the wine cup on the table, and the still warm wine poured over the table, and the water dripped from the corner of the table, sinking into the corner of the clothes folded under the table , stained with a heavy wine fragrance.

The hot wine that he drank before seemed to have an effect at this time. It burned from his stomach and burned the whole body. Yuan Dongshi slightly opened his eyes, and he could only see Qingming standing under the black hat and the fine hair on the temples behind his ears. , the meaningful and lingering fragrance of his neck penetrated into her nose, she turned her head slightly, and saw the corners of his eyes raised.

Except for Qingming, everything in this room became blurred in her vision.

It wasn't until the backs of warm fingers gently rubbed against the corners of her eyes, leaving a trace of water, that she realized that it was tears.

Who will cry when accepting a confession?

In fact, it should be happy.

Just like the new snow melting in the early winter, and the green mist brushing the face in spring, although it is still cold, it has warmed the whole body, the waterfall breaks the ice, and the new fern sprouts. Yes, with the fragrance of spring grass.

I'm tempted, and you happen to be tempted too.

She opened her eyes wide and let the tears flow from her sockets, then said in a daze: "I probably think it's incredible."

Qingming smiled and said, "I like Miss Persimmon, does it make Miss Persimmon feel incredible?"

She grasped Qingming's sleeves tightly, buried her head and wiped her tears on the smooth fabric, then raised her head, curled the corners of her mouth, and a big smile appeared on her tear-stained face: "After all, I never thought An old man will like himself."

Qingming narrowed his eyes: "Oh? So Miss Persimmon sees an old man next?"

Yes, an old man over 1000 years old.

At noon, the sun shines through layers of dense clouds, adding a layer of golden light to the snow, and next to the footprints like small white plum blossoms in the courtyard, there are a few more human footprints.

Yuan Dongshi gathers the snow together, pats it tightly, compacts it, and creates a prototype of a snowman. However, she lived in the south for the first 20 years, and there are too few days when she can see snow. Not much, Xiaobai wagged his big tail at the snowman, and said with a slight distaste in his tone, "Perimmon, are you trying to crush someone with two big snowballs?"

Yuan Dongshi took a few breaths of hot air into his reddened hands, rubbed them vigorously, and said angrily, "It's more than enough to crush you to death."

Xiaobai turned his head and hummed, and then quickly ran to the arms of Kagura who was sitting on the porch.

Ayane lit a stove on the porch, Seimei, Kagura, and a group of shikigami were sitting on the porch, several shikigami were scrambling to teach Kagura to play Shuanglu, while Seimei, who was ignored by the shikigami, leaned on the porch On the pillar, knees supported elbows, looked at Yuan Dongshi standing outside the corridor, and waved to her.

Gentoshi carried the hem of his clothes and stepped across the snow, walked slowly to the corridor, and looked up at Seimei.

Qingming stretched out his hand to gently hold her red hand, and said with a smile, "Miss Persimmon let her hand freeze like this, just to pile up two big snowballs to crush her to death?"

Gentoshi felt the warmth of Qingming's palm, lowered his head in embarrassment, and pretended to cough twice: "Qingming, you don't understand, what I made is not a snowman, but a lucky star."

"Oh? Lucky Star?"

Yuan Dongshi squinted his eyes, and with a strong hand, he directly pulled Qingming off the floor of the corridor. Fortunately, Qingming was prepared and adjusted his posture in time, and his feet landed firmly on the snow.

Yuan Dongshi curled his lips and said, "It's not rolling."

Qingming bent the corners of his eyes and smiled happily: "Sorry, I can't do what you wish."

Yuandongshi shrugged, and pulled Qingming towards the pile of snowmen he had built. Qingming just smiled and followed her to pull over. Next to her footprints, a new bunch of slightly larger ones was added.

The snowman was oval, a little crooked, and Yuan Dongshi drew round eyes and a beard on it.

She knelt down, reached into the snow under the snowman's mouth, and drew two large characters.

Qingming looked at it and said, "Worth it?"

Yuan Dongshi rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "Yes, he is regarded as Bodhidharma."

"It will bring good luck." Yuan Dongshi turned his head and looked at Qingming with a smile in his eyes, "Winter is over, spring is coming, and your garden is full of vitality growing randomly, new year, new luck, onmyoji, I guess you won't break the taboo in the coming year." She said, winking her eyes with malicious intentions.

Qingming looked down at her, with a smile in his eyes: "I would like to borrow your good words." He put Yuan Dongshi's hands together in his palms, swaying carefully, looking at the crooked lucky star who was regarded as a Dharma, if there is any So thought, "However, it seems that there is still one thing missing."

"what?"

Qingming curled up her lips, and reached out to take off the black hat on top of her head.

The long black hair fell down one after another, like a falling waterfall, across his cheeks and onto his shoulders, as if there were fine pieces of snow flakes in it. The hair hung down and gently covered the corners of his eyebrows. His gaze was like water, with ripples that seemed to be blown up by blue haze, gentle, and seemed to be tempting something.

Yuan Dongshi opened his eyes slightly, and saw Seimei put the standing black hat on the snowman Dharma's head.

He looked at Yuan Dongshi, smiled and said softly: "In this way, they can recognize that this is a snowman, not a big snowball."

Yuan Dongshi stretched out his hand to hold the tail of his hair hanging on his chest, his lips curled up, and he bowed his waist, the long hair slipped from his shoulders, enveloping his and her faces between the hair, Yuan Dongshi only felt the darkness in front of his eyes For a moment, when he looked up, he could only see Seimei's eyes bent like a fox.

She threw Qingming's hair out like a hot potato, Qingming laughed lowly, and when she was about to say something, Yuan Dongshi heard the whispers of the girls in the corridor, she put her hands on Qingming's shoulders, and hurriedly pulled Qingming She pushed back a few steps, then covered her cheeks with her cold hands, buried her head and ran down the corridor, shouting as she ran, "Aya girl! Master Seimei needs a hat! What a disheveled hair!"

Master Qingming with disheveled hair looked at Yuandongshi fleeing, the corners of his eyes were even deeper, like a big fox.

It got dark early in winter, and not long after Shen Shi had dinner, the sky darkened. Yuan Dongshi played with the shikigami girls in Shuanglu for a while, and then prepared to go back to Erjo Courtyard. She left for a day and a night. If you don't go back, the source of gossip in Ertiaoyuan is not guaranteed, and even more powerful legends will spread.

Ling Nu lit the orange lanterns in the corridor, and said with a smile, "Miss Dongshi can play two more rounds."

Yuan Dongshi shook his sleeves, said with a wry smile, "After two rounds of fighting, I'm going to take off my clothes to compensate you."

The shikigami girls giggled with their sleeves along their lips, and one of them said angrily, "Miss Dongshi, Seimei-sama asked Aya to prepare a lot of clothes for you, don't be afraid."

Yuan Dongshi turned his head to look at Seimei, Seimei had put his hair back into the hat at this time, looking very youthful and unaffected, but this youthful and unaffected Mr. Onmyoji just tapped his other hand lightly with a bat fan palm, but smiled silently.

It must be his clothes when he was a teenager.

Yuan Dongshi snorted through his nose.

"Forget it, I'll take Miss Persimmon back to rest today." Qingming said slowly, and stood up from the corridor, he slowly wiped away the creases on the hem of the clothes, and stretched out his hand to pull Yuandongshi up.

The orange lanterns under the corridor vaguely illuminated the path in the courtyard that was still covered with a thin layer of snow. Yuan Dongshi stepped down the corridor and stepped on the snow that was no longer soft.

Qingming opened the dilapidated courtyard door with his hands, and there was a dull and harsh creaking sound at the joint between the door frame and the door panel. The lantern hanging at the gate shook, and his brows and eyes blurred again.He turned his head to look at Yuan Dongshi, took her hand in one hand, led her, and walked out of the courtyard gate.

The red bridge is covered with snow, and the reeds beside the bridge no longer shake, as if together with the bridge, it has become a picture scroll in the snow.

Yuan Dongshi was led by Seimei, walked slowly across the bridge, and walked to the street.

There is no one on the street in winter, and occasionally you can see the traces of the wheels running over the snow. The snow is no longer fluffy, and some ice is formed. If you don’t pay attention, you will slip forward. Seimei walks very slowly, and Yuan Dongshi also walks very fast. Slowly, she raised her head to look at Qingming's back, but the light from the lantern had become extremely weak, and she could only see the white hunting clothes on his body, which almost blended with the snow scene.

She thought for a while before she opened her mouth and said, "Qingming."

"Miss Persimmon, do you have any orders?"

"In the coming year, you must have a better life than now. You don't have to worry about the cumbersome paperwork at the Yinyang Office, and you don't have to worry about getting up early to go to Ouchi to apply for a job." Yuan Dongshi said seriously, "You are not only famous in Heianjing Onmyoji, the name has been passed down for hundreds of years and thousands of years, not just "Tuyumen Monogatari", someone will write more stories about you.

She also wanted to say that after a thousand years, there would be a woman who played a game called Onmyoji, and then had a magnificent and gorgeous dream, but when the words came to her throat, she heard Qingming's voice with a smile in her ear It sounded: "Then, when future generations talk about the wife of an onmyoji, will they think of Yuan Dongshi?"

Yuan Dongshi opened his eyes wide, looking at Seimei who was in the darkness.

Seimei smiled lightly, and tapped the top of Yuan Dongshi's head lightly with the bat fan in his other hand.

Yuan Dongshi lowered his head silently, touched the top of his head, and said, "Yuan Guang fell in love with the hostess of that house because the gourd flowers bloomed well, so Qing Ming, why did he say such a thing."

Qingming led Yuandongshi and walked forward slowly, the surroundings were silent, Yuandongshi seemed to hear the sound of the blood flowing in his body, and among these noises, Qingming's deep and soft voice was unusually clear .

"Onmyoji Qingyou has seen the red leaves in Kaga, the streams in Ryutagawa, and the reeds in Namba, until one day, he felt that the people around him were better than all the beautiful scenery he had seen." Qingming said, "I have seen demons. I have seen people, I have seen the ugliness of demons, I have seen the ugliness of humans, I have seen the entanglement between humans and demons, and I have seen resentment from love to hatred, but suddenly one day, I feel that Miss Persimmon exists. It makes this place that makes me so impatient become more pleasing to the eye."

He said, laughed again, and said: "This is the curse."

Yuan Dongshi kicked the snow under his feet and muttered: "It's a curse again."

"Curse, it can explain all unpredictable things." He smiled, took out a piece of talisman paper from the stack of papers in his arms, made a sign of Kikyo in front of Yuan Dongshi's eyes, and then threw the talisman paper into the air, the talisman paper The platycodon stalks printed on it emitted a faint golden glow in the dark night, Yuan Dongshi watched the golden glowing talisman gradually dissipate with her eyes wide open, and then felt a warm wind blowing on her cheeks, It seems to have the floral fragrance of spring peach and plum.

She froze for a moment, turned her head to look at Qingming,

Seimei smiled and said, "Miss Persimmon, have you felt the spring?"

Holding Qingming's sleeves, she replied with a smile: "By the rock wall and waterfall, new ferns are sprouting. It must be spring."

It was night, and there were lights and shadows in the inner courtyard of Ertiao Courtyard, and a stove was burning in the house, which was very warm. The fragrant mist was lingering among the lotus petals of the Boshan aromatherapy stove, and the warm fragrance hit people, making people drowsy.

Yuandong persimmon was propped on the twig, watching Mr. Bian and the other women playing guessing rhymes, Zi Ji was eager to try, but she hadn't read "Bai Shi Changqing Collection" well, so she definitely couldn't compare with the women who were familiar with poetry and books , had no choice but to bump Yuan Dongshi with his elbow, and said: "Sister Dongshi, don't you want to compare?"

Yuan Dongshi yawned, and said very bluntly: "It can't be compared."

Looking at Bai Juyi's poems, all she can remember is "Li Li Yuan Shang Cao".

Seeing her yawning, Ziji said, "It's still early, is Sister Dongshi already sleepy?"

Yuandongshi has always been the last sleeper in the entire Erjo courtyard.

Xiaoshibu smiled and said: "Miss Ziji doesn't know that, Miss Dongshi went out for a day, and together with Master Qingming subdued Youjing's evil bone girl, today it spread all over Beijing."

Yuan Dongshi rubbed his eyes, and said weakly: "It's not a bone girl who does evil..."

"Eh?"

All the women's rooms looked at her curiously, she yawned again, helped her to stand up, then went to lift the curtain, said: "I'm going to rest first, I'm really sleepy, I'll talk about it tomorrow."

She walked slowly down the corridor of the inner garden, and the orange lantern on the eaves of the corridor cast her wobbly shadow. She looked down at her shadow growing and shortening in the orange light all over the floor, until she walked around the corner and saw The warm-colored ground was covered with a sudden layer of blue light.

She raised her head and saw a blue lantern floating in the corridor, a young woman sitting sideways on the lantern, looking at her with a pair of cold blue eyes.

Yuan Dongshi stopped abruptly, and looked at the woman in blue.

After a long time, the woman said: "Want to hear strange stories?"

Yuan Dongshi was about to shake her head and refuse, the woman held the handle of the lantern under her body with both hands, and moved a little closer to Yuan Dongshi, with a strange smile in her eyes: "About Onmyoji, and another Onmyoji."