(a)

"Yanhua!"

Without warning, Nalan opened the door of Yanhua's bedroom and said to her:

"Pack up and get ready to go out. ”

"Ahh

At this time, Yan Hua was sitting at the desk, and when she turned her head and saw that the person who came in was Nalan Twilight, her face changed from pale in an instant to more and more pink, looking unnaturally surprised. A normal sudden doorbreak would not have scared a girl in her twenties into such a situation, unless she was doing something shameful and unsightly, like changing clothes, or something else - however, no.

The moment Nalan Yu entered the door, Yan Hua stood up as fast as a newborn fourth-generation vampire could achieve, then grabbed what she had placed on the table, and hid it behind her back with her hands behind her back. Still, Nalan saw the two things clearly, and she didn't want outsiders to see them—it was a piece of paper, and a pen.

More precisely, letterheads, and pens.

"Looks like this isn't a family letter. ”

Thinking like this, a smile appeared on the corner of Nalan Twilight's mouth.

After coming to Gensokyo for more than half a year, Yanhua has never said anything like "homesick" to him. If she really had this kind of trouble, she would definitely tell Nalan Yu. The Scarlet sisters and the witch Pachuria are too withdrawn to talk, Miss Catherine and Miss Sakiya are always so cold, and Red Misuzu is indeed a good listener - if she doesn't take a nap when she hears half of it - but all she can do is listen, and when it comes time to solve the problem, Misuzu can't count on it.

Therefore, the only thing Yanhua can rely on is Nalan Yu, although he is a handsome guy who she has not been good at dealing with since she was a child. So far, from recipes to tactics and physiology (race, not gender), Nalan has always been there to help her if she's willing to speak.

He was like her mentor, leading her into this colorful fantasy world. He did see himself as her mentor, and although he was seen as an outlier by other vampires, he was doing his duty to "guide" the newcomers. Therefore, Nalan Twilight felt that if she was homesick and needed to cross the barrier of time and space to send a letter to her family that crossed the Great Enchantment, then she would not be able to hide it from him, not to mention, only he could help her in this matter.

"Speaking of which," he thought to himself, "she seems to have said that she and her family are not very close. ”

"That'...... That ......"

At this time, Yan Hua cautiously, or even rather, like a frightened bird, cowered, and spoke:

"Out of ...... When you go out, you want to go out, right?"

Nalan looked at her face, but she didn't dare to look up at him. Her cheeks were full of blood, her hands were behind her back, her eyes were floating like a GTR at full speed, and her whole person was full of shyness, the kind of little girl who was twisted and embarrassed to explain.

Nalan basically understood what was going on.

"Ah, that's right. ”

He smiled and nodded, paused slightly, then took out a pale pink letter from his pocket, spread it out, and pinched it with two fingers in front of Yan Hua's eyes.

"No," he said, "the invitation sent by Bai Yulou said that there was a cherry blossom viewing party tonight, and he wanted to get together." ”

"To be honest, I don't want to go, the nature of that undead spirit, everyone who understands it. And if I went, there was a high probability that I would be caught in the kitchen and work as a hard labor with Lan and Youmeng. ”

"But your little ancestor Remilia must go, then go! ”

"This ...... Is that so?" Yan Hua stammered as he looked at the words on the letterhead, "I...... Am I going too?"

"That's nonsense, okay!" Nalan put away the letterhead, crossed his waist, and said with a smile:

"The whole family is going, you have to go too, don't find a reason to push it off!"

"'Whole Family'......"

Yan Hua muttered quietly, but smiled softly, his face was a little less twisted and a little more open.

"Hmm!" she nodded heavily, "I'll go!"

"Speaking of which, Yanhua ......"

At this time, Nalan Yu changed his words, and while looking at Yan Hua's two arms that stretched out to the back of his butt with interest, he quipped:

"Are you writing a love letter to the guy who hit the peach blossom?"

Straight ball breakdown!

The emotion of gaining a new home, the pride and joy of acknowledging the identity of the 'family', the anticipation of the banquet, everything was blown up at this moment, and all that was left was a huge sense of shame that poured into the Yanhua cerebral cortex with the blood.

"Love...... Affection letter?how, how, how...... How could it be...... Not really!"

Yan Hua's face swelled to the bottom of a hot pot, and the beads of sweat on his forehead quickly evaporated under the high temperature, rising bursts of white gas. She looked like an overloaded steam engine now, and Nalan even thought she heard the sound of a train horn, and he must have "Cat and Mouse" too deep in his head.

"Isn't it a love letter?" Nalan Hao said with a smile, "Could it be a complaint letter written to the department store in Renli?, in fact, I have long wanted to complain about them, after all, their flower rolls, bean buns, and tofu brains only have a sweet taste, which is unbearable." ”

"Also...... It's not ......."

Yan Hua lowered her head weakly, although she didn't think there was anything wrong with making the flower rolls bean buns and tofu brains sweet, but ...... That doesn't seem like the point, does it?

"So, to whom?"

Nalan Yu completely ignored her defense, and took a step forward, leaned in a little, got closer, and said softly:

"Well, it's okay!"

Not "that" curious, although he was...... However, at this moment, Nalan Yuduo is in a "paternalistic" mentality, wanting to get the most basic "right to know". Of course, if the subject is a good guy, he might consider taking that person under his command, that is, turning into a vampire. On the contrary, if Yanhua ran into scum......

Then he also has a lot of ways to completely eliminate it without God knowing, and ensure that even the famous detective Marisa can't rely on Alice to deduce the murderer.

After all, Yan Hua is a girl with little experience, a blank sheet of paper, in other words, a female Diaosi, it is really easy to have an accident if she doesn't protect her points.

"You can even invite him to this cherry blossom viewing party!" added Nalan Yu, "Anyway, you have to know each other sooner or later, so why don't you invite him to the wine table, one cup raw and two glasses cooked." ”

"It's already ......" Yan Hua lowered his head and said in a very small volume squeezed out of between his teeth, like a mosquito:

"Actually...... ...... have been invited."

"Huh?"

This sentence, Nalan Yu was a little blind, and he couldn't understand it for a while. And Yan Hua also regretted it at the first time.

"No, nothing, I didn't say anything!"

She jumped up, blushing, her eyes closed, and yelling like a steam engine that had exploded with so much air pressure. Before Nalan Hui could react, she rushed to the window, pushed open the glass window, and threw out the pen and paper that she had always hidden behind her, and killed Nalan Hui from seeing it.

Then, with a bang, she slammed the window shut, and turned her back against it, her face as white as deathly gray - just like the dregs that had cooled down after the explosion.

"Really...... Nothing...... Don't care, it's really ......."

Nalan Yu saw that crystal tears were rolling in her eyes, she pursed her lips, and tried her best not to let her expression collapse.

(b)

"Hah...... Uh......"

Red Misuzu leaned weakly against the big iron door of the Red Devil Pavilion and yawned heavily.

"I don't wash my feet in spring sleep, mosquitoes bite everywhere, tornadoes come at night, and flowers ...... Flower Q!"

If it weren't for the pen that fell from the sky, piercing her skull with precision and death, she would still have been able to finish this broken poem.

Hot blood flowed down her head, but Misuzu's first reaction was not to stop the bleeding and first aid, but to fold her hands in fear, bend down, and apologize loudly:

"Miss Sakiya, don't you ...... it?"

Halfway through the conversation, she couldn't continue, in fact, even she herself was already aware of the problem.

First, Sakiya's throwing knife bullet is not missing, and it is impossible to hit it but fail to kill it with one sword.

Second, if it was Sakiya, it would be impossible to give her only one knife, as little as three knives, and as much as a hedgehog.

Thirdly, Sakiya herself did not appear in front of her at the same time as the throwing knife hit.

Fourth, this is not a knife.

So, it's not something that Sakuya did.

"That's weird!"

Misuzu straightened her waist and glanced around, realizing that Sakiya was indeed not there, so she muttered to herself and pulled out the pen stuck in her head. The blood that spurted from the wound that went straight to her brain formed a small fountain above her head, which looked terrifying, but fortunately she was used to it.

Then, before Misuzu could figure anything out, a belated blank piece of paper floated down and pasted onto her face impartially.

"What is this?"

She grabbed the piece of paper and, without thinking, read the first sentence on it:

"Salute to Mr. Narandu, who loves ......"