During this meal, Song Yin kept smiling, watching Wenwen take a big bite of food, and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as a chef in his heart. www.biquge.info Of course, Song Yin also noticed that the mapo tofu on the Wenwen plate was eaten relatively slowly, and the rice was set quickly, so Song Yin was often very enthusiastic to help Wenwen pick up the dishes, and put the fiery red and white tofu pieces into Wenwen's bowl with the soup stock, and he hoped that Wenwen could eat happily.

Wenwen wanted to cry without tears and looked at the red piece in his rice bowl, to be honest, Wenwen didn't even know whether Song Yin was unintentional or deliberate out of good intentions, obviously he just said it casually, and after eating for just a few minutes, his face was already sweating, how do you look like a person who is good at eating spicy food, right? The result? Song Yin really thinks that she likes to eat this mapo tofu very much, can you? Now Wenwen looked at Song Yin, and always felt that the consistent smile on his face carried a kind of cunning and blackness. It's like the kind of smile that Tengu-sama often sees.

After a while, Wenwen had already cleaned the rice bowl in front of her, only to see that she was sweating profusely, and was slightly stunned after finding that there was no food, and then stretched out her hand ecstatically, grabbed the cup of cool water, and poured it directly into her mouth, as if the heat on her tongue would be reduced.

"Ah, don't worry, eat slowly, there's more." Song Yin saw that Wenwen's rice had been eaten, but Mapo Tofu hadn't even eaten a quarter, and while relieved, he picked up the rice bowl and was about to get up, as if he was going to serve Wenwen rice.

"Wait a minute! Song Yin! Wenwen almost squirted out the water she had just drunk when she saw this scene, she hurriedly stopped Song Yin, and said with a cold smile: "That, although it's a pity, but I'm already full, you don't have to give it to me anymore!" "What are you kidding, if you eat it again, your throat will burst into flames. Although the food made by Song Yin is delicious, the spicy nature of this one is really unacceptable.

"Is that so? Well, it's just a bit of a pity. Song Yin didn't insist on anything when she heard this, but glanced at the food on the table with a little pity, Wenwen's eyes rolled, and the corners of his mouth showed a strange arc: "It's not a pity, I can bring back the rest of the dishes, right?" At this moment, no one knew what strange thoughts were spinning in Wenwen's mind.

Song Yin nodded when she heard Wenwen's words, and said with a smile: "Of course it's no problem, if you want it, it's no problem to bring it back, I'll go get you a lunch box." ”

"Yes, thank you so much." Wen Wen nodded with a smile, and then took advantage of Song Yin to go to the kitchen to prepare the lunch box with the bowl of mapo tofu and hurriedly picked up the cup and walked to the place where the water was received, drank it cup by piece, and even washed his face with cool water.

Song Yin poured a plate of mapo tofu at the bottom of the wooden lunch box, and then put a layer of warm rice on the second floor, using this to lock the temperature below, on the rice, Song Yin used some snacks to decorate, then buckled the lunch box, lifted it and shook it, nodded with satisfaction after confirming that it would not be scattered, walked out with the lunch box, and handed it to Wenwen, who already looked casual: "Here, don't you know how to fly, so it should still be warm after going back, and it won't affect the taste too much." ”

"Ahh Wen Wen hurriedly nodded and took the lunch box, and at this moment, Song Yin asked softly, "How is it?" Feel more comfortable? ”

This is said for no reason, and it sounds a bit clueless. However, Wenwen paused for a moment, and then sighed lightly and said, "Ahh You've seen it. ”

"Although there is nothing wrong with your expression, I don't know why in the conversation with you, I always feel that you are not in a very good mood." Song Yin frowned and looked at Wenwen, that's right, Song Yin felt that something was wrong when Wenwen came in, although it didn't sound like there was much difference between Wenwen and Wenwen, but Song Yin could feel that Wenwen was pretending to be smiling, that is, although he was smiling on his face, he didn't have a sense of disobedience in his heart. This is also the reason why Song Yin tolerated Wenwen asking him to cook for her so late.

"It's strange that he looks like a good old man, but he turns out to be unexpectedly sharp." Wenwen shook his head helplessly, he originally wanted to keep it a secret from him, but it seemed that he had gone too far, but it looked very disobedient, could the injuries in his body still affect this aspect? Wenwen asked himself secretly, then sighed, and the forced smile on his face was gone. It is very rare, the feeling that Wenwen brings to Song Yin has always been very active, but this time, it inexplicably makes Song Yin feel a little faint... Sad?

"What the hell is going on?" Song Yin could only ask such a sentence dryly at this time. Although Song Yin's senses are actually very keen, especially the subtlety of people's emotions, his habit of not being good at communication makes him really not know how to ask at this time to make Wenwen tell the reason, let alone how to say it at this time to comfort Wenwen. Even though he had a thousand things to say, he was organized and organized, and in the end, all he could do was a dry "what's wrong".

Fortunately, Wenwen didn't mind at this time, anyway, it had already been seen, and Wenwen's always open-mindedness made it easier for her to communicate with Song Yin. She shook her head bitterly and sighed, "Too many of her companions have died. ”

Wenwen took off the camera she had been hanging from her neck and gently placed it on the desk, her eyes seemed to be a little hazy, not looking at everything in front of her, but looking at something else. Her hand gently stroked the camera and said, "Actually, it's not the first time I've experienced war, but my previous memories are blurry after all, and I was different from me now. I naturally know that my reputation in Youkai Mountain is not very good, and many people hate to see me, but even so, they are companions who have been with me for thousands of years, and they have lived together for so long, only one day..."Wenwen closed his eyes lightly, and said in a flat tone: "As soon as I close my eyes, it seems that I can see what they look like when they die, there are many Raven Tengu who died by my side, and there are even people who do not hesitate to use their lives to block the demon cannon in order to protect me." Either way, they're dead, and the war hasn't stopped. I'm afraid that by the time the war is over, all the people I know will be gone, Inugotsu, Himekaigoku, Kawashiro Lottori, Daitengu-sama, and many more..."

Song Yin listened quietly on the side, he was very sad, because he knew that Wenwen was also sad, his friends were scared, his friends were sad, and what about himself? But they don't know how to comfort them. What should be said at this time? What should be done at this time? Song Yin has never had anyone to tell him like this before, let alone seek comfort from him, even though Song Yin has a thousand words and thousands of ways to do it, but always, it is just an idea, he can only be sad while quietly being a listener. When he found that Wenwen was silent, he panicked.

Hurry, Wenwen was looking at him, although Song Yin knew that Wenwen didn't mean that, but he still seemed to see a little request from those eyes, desperately thinking about what should be said at this time, witty, firm, gentle, sad, he desperately recalled in his mind the various books he had read, however, after the words reached his mouth, Song Yin opened his mouth and spit out only one sentence: "Don't be sad." ”

Don't be sad! When he said it, Song Yin didn't feel any meaning in what he said, what was the use of saying this kind of words without any nutrition? Song Yin felt that he was so incompetent at this moment, he couldn't even say a word of comfort, is there anyone in the world who is more incompetent than this?

The two were silent, at that moment, it seemed that even the air in the room had stopped flowing, and the embarrassing silence came suddenly, Wenwen looked at Song Yin's tangled face that turned into crooked faces, looked at Song Yin's mixed expression of sadness and remorse after he spoke, looked at it, Wenwen suddenly laughed, at that moment, that smile seemed to dissolve all the haze, with the lightness of the wind, and with the vastness of the sky. Wenwen covered her stomach and stomped her feet, and at this moment she finally laughed heartily no longer hidden. Song Yin looked at it stupidly, completely unaware of what was going on, obviously Wenwen was still sad before, could it be just because of his own words... Song Yin couldn't help but rise up with this ridiculous idea.

"Ahahahaha, no, no, no, your expression is too much... Hahaha, it's so much fun. Wenwen held his stomach and raised his head, as if he was holding on, and after a while, he said with a smile: "Ah, I didn't expect you to have such an interesting side, I'm really more and more interested in your material." ”

"But... That, Wenwen, you weren't before... Did you just lie to me? Song Yin stammered and pointed at Wenwen and asked, and at the same time watching Wenwen smile like this, he couldn't help but be secretly annoyed.

Wen Wen shook his head with a smile and said, "I didn't lie to you, I am indeed very afraid, and I am indeed very sad for the dead." But I've actually thought about it. Wenwen suddenly raised the camera and "clicked", the flash startled Song Yin, Wenwen smiled and shook the photo he had just taken and said: "However, in the life of monsters, such things have been looked down upon, although I will still remember those dead companions, but I, the "gossiper" who always gives them a headache, can't let them see jokes after they die, right?" As for the next war...."Wenwen was silent for a moment, then held up the photo of Song Yin grinning and grinning that had gradually appeared on the photo and said with a smile: "Those guys are all life-threatening existences with headaches, I don't believe that they will die like this, no matter how many demons there are, it is absolutely impossible to take away the friends that Wenwen admits to so easily!" ”

Song Yin was really stunned, he didn't expect Wenwen to use such a reason to convince herself, let alone that someone would believe in her friend like this. He couldn't help but say, "This kind of reason... I'm just lying to myself! As soon as the words came out, Song Yin wanted to slap himself, what was he talking about? It's rare that Wenwen's mood has improved, why is he still upset? Wenwen rolled his eyes without mind, and said confidently: "Yes, so what? Do you have to worry about it all the time? I'm a monster, I'm going to live longer than you, am I going to be scared for a long time to come? ”

Wenwen leaned forward, leaned his face over, and chuckled, "In that case, it's really too tiring to live, don't you apply human cognition to youkai." For us, every day of life is a pleasure. ”

Is it? Song Yin has never considered this, and it is the first time he has heard such a statement, is this the monster of Gensokyo? It's not about living for the sake of living, but for the sake of pleasure, and in the long life of a youkai, do you value everyone you should value and enjoy every day you have spent and will spend? Song Yin heard such words for the first time, he stood there blankly, and the attitude of life that Wenwen said was unprecedented for him. In his impression, everyone lives for some purpose, and from birth, he is expected by his parents, learns, grows, and then is expected by his partners, by his superiors, by his family, and by his juniors. It's like a cog, born to be made for certain purposes, and after it is produced, it is constantly appropriated for different purposes, until finally it is no longer used, and it is death.

But Wenwen's words made Song Yin suddenly look forward to another attitude towards life, that is a completely different attitude to life from the outside world, that is a kind of freedom that has never been seen before, at this moment, Song Yin seems to remember the feeling of flying in the air with Marisa again, that kind of openness and freedom. It turns out that this is a youkai? Song Yin's heart was on fire like never before.

"I've thought about it, but it's better to find someone to say it all." Wenwen stuck out her tongue as she spoke, as if she was a little embarrassed, but she couldn't see the slightest shyness from her cunning eyes. She looked at the photo of Song Yin in her hand and said with a smile: "By the way, Song Yin, are you happy to see me being spicy like that?" ”

Song Yin hadn't turned his train of thought back at this time, but Wenwen's sudden words suddenly messed him up, Song Yin hurriedly defended: "No, I just want you..." Who is Shotmaru Wen, such an eccentric guy, as a rogue reporter, playing a sharp edge, looking at human feelings, that is the foundation of the foundation, although Song Yin has already taken back the rest of the words, but just from the previous words and his reaction, the meaning can be seen. "Hehe, it looks like it's really intentional, I'll just say, no matter how dull I am, I can see that I don't want to eat this spicy dish to death, why do you still put it in my bowl." Wenwen stared at Song Yin with unkind eyes, and picked up the lunch box casually.

"Hmph, for the sake of you wanting to comfort this reporter, I'll write it down this time, and that's it, I'll go back." Wen Wen pretended to be very angry, but when he turned his head, he did reveal a snickering face, which was in stark contrast to Song Yin's blue face.

Wenwen finally left Song Yin's room, carrying the lunch box that Song Yin gave him, and flew to the mountain of monsters, Song Yin looked at this scene with a wry smile, sighed, the sky looked like it was about to dawn, and he unconsciously spent a long time. Song Yin yawned, stretched, and decided to go back to catch up on sleep, and he gently closed the door.

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