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

"Menfuyuki, you won't be in the Japanese interpretation class today?"

The roommate seemed to ask her this before leaving the house. Yuan Dongshi’s eyes were still fixed on the phone screen. At this time, the upper right corner of the phone showed that she still had more than 700 stamina. The boy brushed out a set of critical strikes.

After thinking about it, she still said, "You guys go first, I will go to class after I run out of energy."

"A girl addicted to games." The roommate shook her head.

She giggled, clicked on Yuhun, and said, "If I haven't shown up in the classroom by the end of school, please help me bring back a rice bowl with fish-flavored shredded pork."

"Okay, let's go to the time-honored shop on Fallen Street." The roommate said as he pushed open the door. The clear optical fiber outside the door cast a dazzling golden light all over the room. Yuan Dongshi squinted his eyes, and then lay back down again. bed.

It was an ordinary summer afternoon. The summer in Chongqing was like a steamer in the high temperature. It felt like her skin was drowned in the air and could not breathe. She was wearing a Kumamon nightdress, lying on the mat, and kicked the quilt aside. Occasionally, I heard a few girls complaining outside the door that their wallets were stolen again at Chaotianmen, and why they were squeezed into dogs every time they went to Ciqikou.

She simply put on the earphones, and Ibaraki Doji's domineering voice came closer to her every time he made a move, and she secretly thought Fukuyama Jun's voice was really nice.

After finishing a round of Yuhun, she received a message from the president.

The president is a student from the school next door. He would occasionally come to their department to listen to their classes. After coming and going, the two of them became acquainted. Holding the mobile phone in one hand, I picked up the hairy belly with chopsticks in one hand and rinsed it in the pot.

The only difference is that the northerners can't eat chili, and the result of staring at the phone all the time is that they occasionally cook the wrong pot, and then let out a miserable scream after eating it.

At this time, Yuan Dongshi would gloat and laugh, watching friends in the north being so hot that they couldn't take care of themselves, it was probably a bad taste for every compatriot in the Southwest.

The president said that he came to class today, but he didn't see her.

She told the truth about skipping class today.

"Crit break, it's a waste of life if you don't use it. What's the point of Ibaraki Doji without breaking power!"

The president sent an emoji of Curator Jin covering his face and crying: "Okay, okay, make an appointment for an air-raid shelter later, don't overdo it."

Yuan Dongshi smiled and replied: "Aren't you afraid of spicy food?"

President: "Learn to eat spicy food, go back to Zhengzhou to mock your classmates."

Yuan Dongshi was overjoyed, and responded to the expression of an elderly lady holding a glass of red wine gracefully: "Cheers to our friendship."

In the world after that, Fukuyama Junsakaguchi, Zhou Heiko, Yasuhito Shimazaki Nobunaga heard one after another. She didn't hear the panicked screams of the girls who were discussing where to go on the weekend in the corridor, and she didn't notice the faint burning smell .

She couldn't remember clearly what happened after that, but she only vaguely remembered that the flames gradually surrounded her and engulfed her, and the light tube on the ceiling exploded with a bang, and then fell on her feet, pulling her hastily. The earphones connected to the mobile phone were dropped, and it was the beginning of a new round of spirits. Her Seimei summoned Ibaraki Doji and Shuten Doji, and the last sentence she heard was Seimei’s opening sentence in the mobile game: "目覚めよ、时はCome on!"

Wake up, it's time.

Yuan Dongshi felt a little ironic at that time, she would never wake up again.

However, she did not expect that she would wake up again, forgetting the fact that she was dead, and only thought that the Heian era in front of her, Seimei who told her love, was nothing but an illusory and magnificent dream she had.

It's just that no matter whether it's fish-flavored shredded pork rice bowl or air-raid shelter hot pot, they can't eat it anymore.

Yuan Dongshi staggered at his feet and fell into the snow.

Her face was buried in the soft snow layer, and she couldn't feel whether she was still breathing. She let out a breath from her mouth, then supported her body with her hands, and crawled forward a few steps.

At this time, the sky was still pitch black, and her vision was blurred. She could only feel the faster and faster snowfall when the snowflakes hit her cheeks. She coughed a few times, then loosened her elbows, and fell back into the snow.

She used to think that the south without heating was the most terrifying existence. There was no sunshine for days, and the damp mattress. When she spent the winter at school for the first time, she was the one who howled the worst in the dormitory until she bought a bed for 40 yuan outside the school. The inferior electric blanket smuggled back to the dormitory, and finally felt the rare warmth in winter.

It doesn’t snow very often in the Southwest, maybe once or twice a year, but it’s the one or two times that can wake up her who is keen to stay in bed, and run out to watch the snow with casual clothes on, and then make a phone call for a long meal Hot pot, to celebrate the snow.

The president sneered: "Isn't it just snowing?"

Although he looks disgusted, he still eats the hot pot.

Yuan Dongshi spent 21 hot summers in Chongqing, thinking of ten thousand ways to celebrate the snow, but never thought that he would die in the fire in the second summer of No. In the dream years ago, he lost his life in the flames again, and finally died on a snowy night in winter.

She wanted to smile, but her cheeks seemed to be frozen, and it was difficult to even pull the corners of her mouth.

Before the president disappeared, he told her that he must work hard to survive in this world.

But it is not possible to survive with hard work. This world is a peaceful era where humans and monsters coexist.

At the beginning, she only thought it was a dream, and never thought that those monsters could really kill her, but now she knows that all this is real, and she is already dead.

So, is she a human or a monster?

She thought of the very beginning of "The Tale of Tuyumen". Onmyoji Kiyotomo was seriously injured and fell in the reeds of Nambatsu. His blood stained the roots of the reeds. At that time, he thought he was going to die. In his mind, he recalled many of the scenery he had traveled, such as the red leaves of Kaga, the stream of Tatsutagawa, the deep and silent bamboo forest in Sagano, and the simple and peaceful sound of wooden fish in Huaye Nenbutsu Temple.

Qingyou is not afraid of death, after such four seasons in his heart, even if he dies, he should have no regrets.

Until the footsteps of the mountain girl Saga Kakiko stepped into his heart.

Yuan Dongshi only felt a little sad. She had smelled the fragrance of white hosta flowers with Qingming at the beginning of summer, and had seen the maple leaves as red as blood in Lihu Temple. Hold his warm hand.

They haven't walked through the spring together yet.

I heard that the Somei Yoshino cherry blossoms in Arashiyama are very beautiful. In spring, the sky in Sagano is as clear as if it has been washed several times. The cherry blossoms reflect the clear sky and frame them in the field of vision, which can almost make people forget all the sorrows of the world. .

After the snow melts, it will be spring, but this night is too long.

She couldn't help closing her eyes slightly, thinking that only by closing her eyes and not being able to see the heavy snow, could she feel warmer.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was just a moment, when she heard a faint voice in her ear: "Human?"

The tone of the voice was cold and flat, but the voice was extremely soft, like the warm current splitting the wind and snow. She was awakened by this voice and barely opened her eyes. She only saw a vague figure in her limited field of vision. , the night was thick, but this person seemed to be covered with light, and he could still see his long white hair that was windless and automatic, and the red dragon wrapped around him.

She closed her eyes again.

Those who appeared in the Black Night Mountain were not ordinary people.

monster?

She was thinking about it, but she felt something slowly passing through the gap between her back and the snow, gently lifting her up from the snow, she was surprised for a moment, her frozen hands struggled Grabbing under his body, he could only feel something slippery and scale-like.

There was a warm wind trembling around the thing, the snow melted before it reached her body, Yuan Dongshi could only feel the warm wind wrapping around her body, she moved her fingers and exhaled tone.

She opened her eyes again, and what caught her eyes was the side face of a man. The male god seemed to have sensed her gaze, and turned his head slightly. His fine white hair covered his right side of the face. You can see his extremely handsome left face, with dark green hair floating gently, revealing the tightly wrapped bandage around his right eye, brown horns protruding from both sides of his forehead, pointed ears, like elves, and earlobes There is a faint green gemstone earring on it.His expression was indifferent, but compared with the coldness of the demon luthier, it seemed to have a bit of warmth, making people only want to approach quietly.

Only then did Yuan Dongshi realize that it was the red dragon beside this man who was supporting her.

"Human beings." He said, his tone was flat but full of warmth.

Yuan Dongshi looked at his golden left eye for a while, and then said: "Human."

"This is not a place for humans to come," he said.

Yuan Dongshi coughed twice, and said, "There shouldn't be a god here."

After a long time, when Yuan Dongshi was blown drowsy by the warm wind on the red dragon, he heard the voice saying: "There is no god here."

When Yuan Dongshi woke up again, before she opened her eyes, she heard a few pleasant birdsong. She opened her eyes slowly, and saw the hideous stone wall above her head, and a beam of light shone from the darkness. Come in and sprinkle it on her body, not scorching, but bringing some warmth.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, propped her upper body with her hands, and barely sat up, only to realize that she was in a cave at this time, but the cave was not humid, it was dry and warm, and there was a thick blanket under her body. Thatch, very soft.

She stood up, supported the jagged stone wall with her hands, and walked slowly towards the entrance of the cave. The closer she was to the entrance of the cave, the more dazzling the beam of light became. But there was a sense of intimacy. When she sold the hole, the light enveloped her whole body. She couldn't help but stretch out her hand to block her eyes. After her eyes got used to it, she looked ahead again, but her body jerked shake.

She had seen scorched marks on the stone wall at the entrance of the cave, and traces of the fire everywhere, so she knew that this place had been swept by a fire 20 years ago. Thinking of the jungle that looked like a ghostly claw that she vaguely saw the night before, she I was still a little apprehensive, but after the glaring light passed, what came before my eyes was indeed a piece of green full of vitality.

The hillside is already shaded and green, and the lonely tree trunks that have lost their branches and leaves are also covered with green moss, and some butterflies are flying in the dense grass, and she can even see the tree trunks covered with moss. Fluffy squirrel jumping between.

Yuan Dongshi opened her eyes wide in surprise, at this moment, she felt that she had time-traveled again.

It was clear that the night before was still full of wind and snow. Why did it pass overnight, as if it had already arrived in spring.

She was in a daze, holding on to the stone wall at the entrance of the cave with one hand, and stepped onto the soft grass. The butterfly circled a few times between her fingers, and then disappeared into the grass again. Suddenly, she almost forgot the severe cold that made her almost die the night before.

"This is Master Yimulian's residence."

A crisp youthful voice sounded.

Yuan Dongshi turned his head, but saw a white-haired boy walking slowly in the grass on the other side. He has a very handsome and lovely face, but two huge stag-like horns protrude from his forehead, and his eyes are like this spring grass. He is blue, holding a brown wooden drumstick in his hand, and a small drum wrapped with a red silk ribbon around his waist.

And it wasn't until he got closer that Yuan Dongshi saw his lower body, which turned out to be a sika deer.

The young man walked up to Yuan Dongshi, turned his head to look into the distance, and said, "It's just that outside of Master Yimulian's residence, it's still bitterly cold."