Anecdotes about me and my carp companion pig's trotters

Willow heads on the moon, people meet after dusk

I don't know if the Liuyi Layman in the Song Dynasty had a tryst with an unknown lover in the past.Perhaps the final result is extremely bad, otherwise the phrase "I don't see the person from last year, tears wet the sleeves of the spring shirt" will not be left behind.

The land of the rising sun is learning from the land of the setting sun, learning everything and loving everything.The incense burner is a double-eared burner from Song Guoge Kiln, with simple decoration and ice cracks.The fragrance inside is still from the Song Dynasty, light and light, not offensive.

On my lap is a copy of "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" written by the Tang Dynasty Xiangshan layman transcribed by a calligrapher.

The love between Tang Minghuang and Concubine Yang is also a tragic song, which makes the ladies cry emotionally more or less once.But these tears are also very fake, at least my eldest sister married another man after crying.

At the back of the book, there is still the imprint representing the spoils, the black papaya pattern.

The previous era was too turbulent. Before the five-leaf papaya became popular in the world, thousands of gourds were born.In the end, it was the clover that won the world.

I hide a dagger in my bosom, and I will never show this thing to anyone until a critical moment.It is older than me, and according to people's settings, it should be a big man who has been vigorous.

The one I respect the most, the untouchable adult, once carried it on the road of no return.

Every night I would see the fire in my dream, and see the figure that was devoured.

I heard the cry of a child whose wailing was like a burn on a scabbard.I don't know why I think this way, but I think this metaphor is too appropriate.

I can't live without the knife in my arms, and I will keep it close to my skin day and night, listening to the sound of my heart still beating.

Feeling the coldness, I felt that I was still alive, still tenaciously alive.

Now I only have the surname that was once brilliant, and this surname allows me to live so peacefully in the world.

This year's Lantern Festival is so cold, how many homeless people will die on the street?

My surname is Oda, the Oda of Oda Nobunaga.

Oda Nobunaga made Oda, who was curled up in a corner of Owari, stand on the most unreachable peak. With the fall of this flagpole, Oda would never give birth to a second Oda Nobunaga.

Perhaps having an Oda Nobunaga exhausted all of Oda's luck.

Sometimes I really wish that I am the moon in the sky just like the name, no one can touch it and can only watch it from afar.

It's not that I'm aloof and arrogant, I know that Oda Yue is not qualified for such a temperament.All she prayed for was simple solitude.

But now what I want is not loneliness, but a world between me and that youkai-sama.

Just like the scripts that the noble ladies love in private, Lord Youkai rescued me from danger.At that time, I didn't know his name, nor did I know that he was a monster.

I just watched secretly through the veil, his face is comparable to those handsome men who are popular with noble ladies.Maybe it's because I was born in a samurai family, the murderous aura of Lord Youkai fascinates me even more.

The sword is dazzling under the sun, before the movement of swinging the sword can be clearly seen, the blood drops have already rolled down to moisten the ground.

"Good knife." I muttered in a low voice, staring straight at Lord Youkai.

The greedy and useless domestic servants beside him were already trembling and leaking dirt.He was like a frightened dolphin, only remembering to run backward desperately, but only forgot that his master was still staying in the shadow of swords and swords.

The few samurai left by my mother's family who can really bear the surname of Oda are still fighting for their useless and weak masters.

"careful!"

A knife is coming towards me, if you think that it was Lord Youkai who saved me at this time...

Then congratulations, you guessed wrong. No one in this world can survive just by relying on others.

I have been adhering to this belief, and quickly pulled out the short knife in my arms and sent it into the enemy's chest.

I tried my best to kill the person in front of me with that weak force, but in fact the person still slashed at me with the knife.

I could feel the wind when it fell, and I could also feel that the knife in my hand was extending into this person's body autonomously.

You see, such a weak master actually made this dagger try his best to protect her.Therefore, even if it is to burn jade and stone together, you must drag this person to hell with you, so that you can live up to this dagger and these warriors.

——And this Oda!

How fast can a knife go?Perhaps the person who received it didn't notice the feeling of this thing hitting him.

I didn't wait for the stabbing pain of the knife, but I waited for a black shadow and Mr. Monster's hand.The black shadow prevented me from seeing everything in front of me, and the hand attached to the back of my hand helped me pull out the dagger easily.

As the short knife was pulled out, I heard the sound of the sword falling to the ground, and the sound of people falling to the ground.

The covering hand on the back was so warm it made my ears flush.Perhaps that piece of warmth realized that this move was too meng lang, so it left.But it should be because it is bigger than mine, the fingertip inadvertently scratched on the back of my hand, and then quickly left.

"I'm being rude, and I've belittled this Ji Jun."

The person is beautiful, even the voice is beautiful.Sure enough, people are irresistible to beautiful things.

"The situation is urgent, but I would like to thank this adult for his rescue."

Under the black world, I feel that everything except my eyes has become sensitive.At this time, I should be shrouded in the breath of Lord Youkai, the heat in my breath, the smell that belongs to him alone.

I began to be afraid of this sensitivity, and I stretched out my hand to remove the layer of cloth, but I heard the voice of Mr. Yokai.

"The things in front of you are not worth entering Ji Jun's eyes."

"To me, I'm not worth it."

I still tore off the cloth, and the scene in front of me was the same as I guessed, the man was dead.

It's just that that kind of death seemed to be quick, the head and body were separated, and the blood-stained knife was chopped into two pieces.That face still retains the expression I saw before I was covered with a black cloth.

These bandits only know how to steal money, they don't know my somewhat useful surname at all.This surname is actually enough to allow them to have money that they can't spend in a lifetime, of course, excluding the ending that they end up being blinded by money.

That was the first time I met Master Yokai, I knew his name, I only knew the warmth he gave me, and the black cloth embroidered with cherry blossoms.

The second time I met was when I fell asleep lightly.I heard a commotion, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Mr. Monster lying on the roof beam and smiling at me.

The short knife in my arms began to move agitatedly, I stroked it and pressed it back inside.A strange man's voice came from outside the door, "Master Yueji has an assassin entering the mansion."

"Don't you want Mr. Ji from the Oda family to open the door to welcome you?!"

Sure enough, in the world of clover, the surname Oda still has some prestige in face.Although the samurai left by my mother's family died and were injured in the last incident, they no longer have the force to protect me.

Now I can only rely on my eldest sister, but the only thing that relieves me is that the useless and greedy dolphin was killed by bandits.

Does he think that I don't know how my savings were "squandered" by me unconsciously?

The author has something to say: This is the Nuliang Liban x you that Liban children want.Her love for Nuliang is almost enough to gather San Nuliang.After writing this article, I felt that I could not escape the mentality of regarding Lu Sheng as my son for a short time.

Sometimes, what love lacks regardless of front and back is timing.