I accidentally died yesterday [comprehensive]

The wind and snow have not stopped tonight, and it is evil to say that this kind of wind and snow has lasted for a long time. In Sendai these days, no matter day or night, the sky seems to be covered with a layer of frost.

When Teacher Yongji came out, he was in a hurry and didn't wear much clothes. He leaned against the edge of the small flower bed, trembling, rubbing his hands, and carefully checked the crowd for a second time.

Why is this fairy talking so evil...

Fortunately, he also knew that he was alone and weak, and he really couldn't resist these night owls who came out to gather at two o'clock in the morning.

So don't say anything.

Just write down the face of this person quietly, and wait for tomorrow to respond to the police.Thinking of this, Yongji Xijiang changed positions cautiously, but couldn't find anyone, so he changed positions again.

At this time, the bushes behind him were pulled away, and a group of people who looked like [-] or [-] years old jumped out from behind Yongji Xijiang.

There are about seven or eight.

Each of them is holding a baseball bat, and they are menacing, and they are very difficult to mess with.

The most ferocious one at the front was a boy named "Gao Sen".

The face is green.

But it is the first of all.

I only heard the young people behind him calling his name one after another, either "Gao Sen, slow down" or "Oh, Gao Sen, wait for me".

When these people passed Yongji Xijiang's side, they looked back and saw him holding his collar and cowering, thinking that this was some middle-aged office worker, and turned their heads and ignored him.

Holding a baseball bat, he rushed into the "believers" who were gathering to tell fairy stories.

This group of people is very young, but their ideas are very righteous.

Capture the thief first, capture the king, and the target is directed at the host.

Gao Sen, who was the loudest and most aggressive, took advantage of everyone being caught off guard, and locked the host of the fairy talk in his arms. Gao Sen clasped the man's neck and shouted: "Where is Sugihara, Where did you hide Sugihara?"

"If you don't call him out today, I will smash you to pieces."

This torpedo named "Gao Sen" exploded straight away, frightening the believers who were gathering. Some people got up to stop Gao Sen, and the remaining seven or eight teenagers were swinging baseball bats. Anyone who dares to get close will be hit.

Some people said, "Put down the baseball bat, let's be reasonable," and said, "Don't hurt people, there is nothing you can't discuss." Some people came up directly, saying that they wanted to beat out the group of teenagers who destroyed the fairy tale.

Gao Sen was very horizontal, kicked the host to his knees, smashed a big hole in the snow, and then stood up with a baseball bat, "This is a place full of filth, if you ask me to come, I won't come, Don’t do Tai Chi with me if you are a dog, I want to see Sugihara——I want to see this person, you must invite me out completely, or we will die.”

Gao Sen frowned, and the fierceness came out.

"If you don't want this life today, you have to be punished."

The whole thing happened without beginning or end, making people confused. Who is Sugihara, why Gao Sen came here, and what is the relationship with the fairy.

Yongji Xijiang sorted out the general situation.

The incident came from the first fairy lecture meeting. The host gathered a group of curious and lively students to organize the first meeting. The first person to ask questions and do the first thing was "Sugihara". He said that the fairy It is a tree god, and a word is carved on the trunk.

Playing this game at the time was nothing more than a mysterious talk like Hundred Monogatari, fairy?What is a fairy?

No one cares about this stuff.

It's just that I didn't expect the momentum of the fairy spirits to grow stronger and stronger, to the point where others dare not take advantage of them. There are many, many believers in the fairy spirits, and the identities of the believers are tens of thousands. These people firmly believe that the fairy spirits must exist. The real and living god is not a stinking thing made by a group of students at all.

Then, they had to find the first person who carved the lettering, or "Sugihara" who carved the lettering on the sacred tree, and ask him to clarify this matter. You can't just let people slander your beliefs with empty teeth, right?

But there are also many people who hate fairies.

After all, fairy talk is an interesting activity, and there are many people who play this thing as a game. Seeing some people go online like this, they also hate it, "You say you are a god, you are a god, it is very annoying."

So this group of people also went to Sugihara and asked him to admit that he had played a game back then.

After going back and forth, Sugihara disappeared.

About two days ago, Sugihara suddenly stopped going to school, and when he asked his parents, his parents were also vague. However, Sugihara's friend Gao Sen found out that there was a shrine dedicated to a fairy in his parents' home.

The truth is clear at a glance.

So Gao Sen assembled a group of people and insisted that Xianlingdao hand over Sugihara.

Yongji Xijiang sorted out the whole ins and outs, and couldn't help but click his tongue for the fairy... With such a huge momentum and such seriousness, how could such an organization be tolerated.

There is a faint tendency to go crazy...

Yongji Xijiang saw a person next to him showing sympathy like him, so he approached him and asked, only to hear the other person shaking his head and sighing: "Hey——you don't understand at all."

"This is God... This is, this is a very powerful thing."

Teacher Yongji stared at the man's terrified face, and his heart was full of turmoil. He couldn't help but think of the subway gas case, wasn't it under the guise of religion? Religion, religion, gods, gods, how far you want to harm people.

Where is Mrs. Yongji whom Mr. Yongji can never find?

Following the instructions of the woman she met during the day, she came to a corner of the park. She was terrified, like beating a drum, but when she thought that the fairy could make the rootless leaves take root, all the panic disappeared.

She wants a child.

She wants a child that belongs to herself and her husband, wants this crystallization that represents blood and love to be born in the world, and wants everyone to see this happiness. She even thinks that after the child is born, the quarrel between her and Mr. Yongji will end. disappear.

She was tired of the endless disputes that were exhausting.

But, but how can she tolerate that Mr. always refutes her thoughts again and again, he always reprimands people who worship gods as a group of spiritual slaves, look at this kind of statement, is it true that in his heart, he Is it just a lamb tied by the rein? Doesn't he have any independent consciousness and self-judgment ability in his eyes?

This thought is really sad enough.

Occasionally, Mrs. Yongji thought about it too.

... Mr. is not too assertive, he said that there is no god in the world, there really is no god in the world.

Mrs. Yongji looked at the lights under the snowy night in a daze:

She believes in God.

It's as firm as Mr. Yongji's belief that there is no god in the world.

Fortunately, because of what the fairy said, although there are not as many people visiting the park at night as during the day, you can still see a few people by relying on the bright street lights. Mrs. Yongji saw the woman standing under a lamppost waving at her during the day, Mrs. Yongji hurried over and asked in a low voice where the meeting was held today.

"Isn't it the fairy under the sacred tree?"

The woman smiled mysteriously, "People's love is divided into favors and favors."

"Gods also have seven emotions and six desires, so can a bowl of water be leveled?"

She lowered her voice: "What I'm taking you to is a gathering that is one step closer to the gods."

They came to a room for tourists to rest in the park. This room was closed at night, but the lights were on in the early morning of Monday and Sunday.

After Mrs. Yongji went in, she found the uniformed staff sitting in front of the service desk, smiling at her when she entered. If it wasn't two o'clock in the morning, it would be exactly the same as the daytime.

The woman smiled at her and said, "This is a believer in fairy spirits."

Mrs. Yongji was a little surprised, there are even believers of fairy spirits here, but it's no wonder...

Just entering the inner room, I heard a loud voice introducing, "Fairy is not a man-made god, he is real, an ancient god who once slept in history but reappeared because of thinking about human suffering."

"But some people stubbornly refuse to believe in the existence of fairies."

"They say faeries are false things, man-made jokes—"

"It's really ridiculous. This group of people will do everything they can to slander."

"This, Sugihara, as the person who carved the mysterious character in the legend, will personally tell everyone what a fairy is."

Mrs. Yongji poked her head out after her, and saw a high school student in a brown-red sweater standing in the crowd, a little shy but determined.

"Although I was the first person to participate in fairy tales, the first person to tell stories, but I want to solemnly state that I did not create the fairy, but the fairy called me first."

"He led me to the sacred tree, and then the bark on the trunk began to fall off automatically."

The boy spread his hands: "I didn't do anything."

"I just stood there and witnessed the miracle."

There was loud applause in the inner room, and Mrs. Yongji noticed these and the audience. Although it was late at night, most of them were neatly dressed and sitting upright as if they were in a meeting. Many women like her wore makeup and looked graceful. In a trance, Mrs. Yongji thought that she was participating in a cultural salon held by a lawyer wife in the community.

They cost a fortune.

Mrs. Yongji had this idea.

Then she thought, what about me, what does the faerie need from me?

The woman led Mrs. Yongji to sit down, and then several people came to the stage to give speeches about the truth of fairies, and finally a group of people appeared indoors pushing a small golden trolley with a red curtain on it.

The leading man whispered: "Everyone is lucky to pay homage to the fairy in person today."

There was an uproar in the room.

Mrs. Yongji couldn't remember what she had done, nor what she was thinking. Her eyes were fixed on the red curtain, as if there was a baby she was thinking about day and night inside.

The curtain was lifted, and there was a glass cover underneath, and there was a weak sapling inside, but a cloud of black mist was visible to the naked eye, struggling around like a tortured prisoner.

Sometimes it's in shape, sometimes it's invisible.

The black mist sometimes turned into a man, and soon turned into a woman, sometimes like a tree, but turned into a running beast.

This is the divine body of the fairy.

It is the medium that the fairies attach to after they land in the world.

The voice of the fairy can be male or female, sometimes it is like the friction of tree roots, and sometimes it is like the neighing of animals, without a certainty.

The fairy has an order.

He said that the recent wind and snow are in full bloom, and it is time for us to do a lot.

I have been immersed in history for too long, my name has been forgotten by the world, and I am in such an unbearable situation. You must work together to raise my reputation, pass on my teachings, and inspire my divine way. May I return to the high heaven.

Mrs. Yongji felt someone standing up next to her. She turned her head in a daze and saw a chubby and somewhat short man raised his hand and said excitedly, "I work in the Meteorological Bureau."

Oh.

The Meteorological Bureau...

Mrs. Yongji didn't know how she left the tourist lounge. She walked on the avenue in a daze, and there were footsteps behind her. A hug hugged her in her arms, and then she heard her husband's anxious voice saying: "You Where did you go? Why did you appear in this kind of place alone in the middle of the night."

Mrs. Yongji leaned on her husband's chest, thinking, she went to see the fairy.

"Xijiang."

"We're leaving baby."

"Would you like our baby?"

"She will have your eyes, my nose, and a delicate mouth. She will stretch out her young arms and wave to us, saying, Dad, Mom."

Mrs. Yongji held her husband's skirt tightly, raised her head and asked eagerly: "Will you like our baby?"

Mr. Yongji hugged his wife tightly and did not speak.

They quietly returned to the house late at night, and no one was alarmed, except Kiemon, who was staying up late with Naoko to plan his future.

Strangely romantic.

Kiemon thought, why go out to see the snow so late?

When Kiemon saw the two returned to the guest room, he didn't worry about what they had done any more, and went back to his bed to sleep. The next day, when he was in a haze, he heard the sound of Kurokawa getting up and moving.

Kiemon Shindou, it's already six o'clock.

Kurokawa's body seemed to be wound up with a clockwork, and he got up and washed at the same time every day, as regular as a clock. He walked into the bathroom wearing slippers, sleepy Nakikiemon heard the sound of the faucet, and then It was a notification sound of a text message. Heichuan came out of the bathroom, and fumbled for the phone carefully.

Kiemon was half asleep and half awake, listening to everything as if in a dream.

Then I heard Kurokawa slowly read: "Snowstorm is coming. According to the monitoring of the Meteorological Department of Sendai City, the recent wind and snow will continue to affect the weather conditions in our city. It is expected to last for many days. At that time, there will be collapse of power poles and ice on the road. Various disasters such as snow accumulation, I hope that citizens will sit down and prepare for travel to reduce snow damage."

"Snowing."

Asked Kiemon, who was in a drowsy sleep.

Kurokawa said: "It has never stopped."

Kiemon: "It has a great influence."

Kurokawa said: "This kind of snow disaster is really very rare. I am afraid that many families who have no time to heat will die... But we were originally scheduled to leave here in three days, and it seems that it will be delayed."

He looked at his phone for a while, and his voice was strange: "Someone suggested on the Internet that we should take this opportunity to sacrifice to the fairies."

"What do you say, 'The wind and snow are too big, only the fairies can stop the wind and snow, so let's hold a sacrifice' or something like that."

Kurokawa then said to Kiemon: "It's a good experience. Would you and Naoko record the marketing methods of the fairy?"

"That way you don't have to stay up late at night."

Kiemon braced himself up and got up from the bed, leaned over to Kurokawa's cell phone and marveled, what a marketing genius.

"But don't you dislike this method?"

Kurokawa asked: "Hey? Me? I don't care, as long as you like it, sir."