The shrine maiden, the noble and proud shrine maiden, has stripped off her clothes and hugged me, and she is trying to do her own thing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The breathing gradually became heavier, not the kind of sensational breathing, but in the form of just finishing a long-distance run, and the body began to tremble, and the sweat even soaked the long hair that was coiled up.

At the edge of the spring, the candlelight flickered one after another, and the eight vermilion trees surrounding the clear spring seemed to connect the entire mountain, and the witch's gradually high-pitched moans seemed to become more and more heavy and sluggish.

In an instant, the wind and rain were blowing, the trees were crying, the earth was shaking, and the mountains were shaking, as if a god had descended into the world, and it was like the wrath of heaven and the punishment of God.

I, on the other hand, fell into a coma and knew nothing......

……

"Ale?!"

I don't know when I woke up, my brain was still dizzy, my consciousness was still stuck in the previous moment - thinking like this, I subconsciously began to explore my surroundings.

This is the house, and I am lying on a tatami mat.

And then I found out,

Witch.

The shrine maiden in the fox mask was sitting next to me not far from me, and her posture was so graceful that even the harsh celebrant couldn't find fault with her kneeling upright.

"Awake?"

Although it was a doubt, there was never any syllable of doubt in the mouth of the witch.

Is such a dignified shrine maiden really the one who had a wonderful contact with me before? Or was it just a hallucination of years of fantasy?

"I'm sorry for you this time."

I bowed to the ground and thanked the shrine maiden in the fox mask with a sincere and touching attitude, and the emotions that had stirred before disappeared like a cloud of smoke - is this the legend... Sage mode?

The shrine maiden shook her head lightly and didn't speak, just pushed over a cup of tea and made a gesture of please.

I drank it all in one gulp, honestly and unceremoniously, like a reckless man.

Immediately, the shrine maiden motioned for me to leave.

If it weren't for the fact that I knew that the shrine maid who couldn't see the face in front of me had always behaved like this, eighty percent would have thought that he had done something to annoy the shrine maiden in red and white god clothes.

Having said that, I don't have a deep friendship with this witch who has never seen her true face, and it's basically a routine like going their own way.

But I often deal with witches, but I say I understand her maverick, after all, it's late, and it's really a little embarrassing to get along with lonely men and widows, especially when that kind of thing happened before, although it's not an ambiguous work-like thing, and I can't remember the specific details, but there are always two men and women of the opposite sex who have been on a skin-to-skin blind date, not to mention that the texture of Miss Shrine Maiden's skin still seems to remain in my cranial nerves, so if you are silent, the shame is really unbearable for me.

I said goodbye to Miss Miko a little awkwardly, and quickly descended the mountain.

……

When I came out of the mountains and returned to the asphalt road, my phone told me that it was not far from the wee hours of the morning.

As a regular visitor to Inari Shrine, I knew that there was a bus stop not far ahead, and that there would be a last bus at around 0:20, so I didn't worry about not being able to go home.

But then again, even if I don't go home at night, it's not a tough problem for me.

As for why I, a first-year high school student, didn't have a problem even if I didn't return all night, this is my secret, just like why I came to Inari Shrine the night before I was stung, it's all a matter of personal privacy.

If it weren't necessary, it wouldn't be told at all.

In other words, there won't be anyone who likes to talk about their private secrets and then make them public, right?

Think about it for others, too.

It was still early - my not-so-bad memory of the last bus was that there was a supermarket nearby, one of the kind with a parking lot.

Although I don't quite understand why there is such a supermarket in the wilderness where birds don't lay eggs, it doesn't stop me from spending some time inside and buying something to fill my stomach.

Even if it's me, I have to eat well.

Following the not-so-bright row of street lights, I came to this large supermarket in my memory, which was rich in goods, complete with food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Of course, of course, there are also frequent visitors under the beds of adolescent boys - Gongkou books. If it were normal, I would definitely not be stingy with a few Grandpa Mao in my pocket, and most of them would pick up the eighteen forbidden books and arrogantly let the cashier take them away, contributing to my collection career, and venting the bitter feelings accumulated in life by the way.

But after returning from Miss Miko today, I somehow fell into the sage mode that only appears after lighting the cigarette, and the mere Gongkou books couldn't attract my attention at all.

Huh?!

"Beautiful Foot Girl's White Over-the-Knee Socks"?! ――Even if you don't buy it... It doesn't seem to stop me from appreciating beauty, right?

After that, I wandered around the food shelves for a long time, thinking that natto would be good for my body, and finally walked out of the supermarket with a bag of potato chips.

The moment I stepped out of the supermarket door, I seemed to see a teenager in a sweatshirt who was carrying potato chips and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

I blinked, shrugged my shoulders indifferently - it must have been hallucinating because it was too dark.

Hawkers, just pull it.

I just want to catch the bus home as soon as possible, and I don't want to care about the inexplicable hidden boy.

"Why are you here? Mr. Isayama? ”

But something happened at the bus stop that I didn't expect.

Isayama Qinghe, a strange man who was disoriented before, was taken by me to Inari Shrine, and walked away silently without me knowing.

A dull brown suit, a frayed briefcase at your feet - if you only make it here, you will probably be a down-and-out office worker uncle who is running for life, and maybe he has just been fired by his boss.

But sitting alone in the dark bus stop, not moving, half of his face buried in the darkness where the street lamp does not shine, such a Isayama Qinghe, if there are really ghosts in the world, it should be described as like this.

"Wait for the bus."

Isayama Qinghe turned his godless eyes and stared at me slightly, responding dryly. At this time, the other half of his face exposed to the street lamp was inexplicably pale, and his deep and sad feelings were even stronger.

"Ahh That's a coincidence, I'm waiting for the bus. ”

In a perfunctory and casual manner, I did it on the four-seater bench in the bus stop - I didn't want to talk nonsense with him at all.

I sat not far from or near the Isayama River, just at a distance that would not make people feel deliberately alienated or feel that their private sphere had been violated.

I've always been the one who is so careful about relationships, and if someone feels overly sensitive, I'm forgiven.

I tore open the package of the chips

"Do you want to eat?"

While eating by himself, he did not forget to humbly stretch out the potato chips and ask Isayama Qinghe.

Humility, I showed my feelings openly, not full of sincerity, not routine, but hypocrisy that can't even compare to pretending.

I put it bluntly.

I didn't want to share dinner with the guy in front of me who looked like a zombie weirdo from some horror movie, and I didn't even want to talk to him.

That's why, I rarely have strong likes and dislikes for strangers, whether it's a criminal or a saint. But Isayama, when I saw him, I felt like there was a big rock in my heart.

To be honest, I kind of regretted taking him to the shrine.

And Isayama Qinghe also rejected my kindness, although even if he really wanted to eat I, I would not refuse to eat, but I had long expected this result - I really don't know how to read people's faces, but compared to people who are more sophisticated than me, I want to know that they still have a set of people.

But the strange thing is that the current Isayama Aohe seems to be a little different from the Isayama Aohe at the shrine before, and if I want to say it, it is a more stiff feeling, like the difference between marble and granite, although they are both stones, but the hardness is different.

The current Isayama Qinghe gives me a much more sluggish feeling than before.

Why?

Because I always feel that as time goes by, Isayama Qinghe's pale bitter gourd face has become even paler, and even the brown shabby suit on his body seems to have been soaked in ink, which makes people tremble involuntarily.

I don't know if it's because the white street lights are dim or the temperature is still biting in the spring, I always feel that something is wrong with the atmosphere, and I try to think about it for a while, but I don't find a problem and give up.