Chapter 5.9 [Mid-Autumn Festival SP] The Night of Youning and Reimu

"Medium...... Autumn...... It's gone. ”

The lonely last quarter moon in the cold sky gave me a strong sense of unreality. With my hands open behind my back, the fragile but stocky outer door of the shrine reassured me a little.

Close your eyes. Reach out your right hand. The fingertips are subjected to a gentle reaction force, and the thumb is slightly tilted towards the palm to evenly place the center of gravity. Good. Got it.

Withdrawing his hand, the small book with a black cover was pinched between his fingers.

I borrowed some moonlight from the small notebook, and a few lines of handwriting came to mind and showed it in front of me.

[It's the Mid-Autumn Festival.] Even if you're alone, you're happy! - And don't forget to congratulate your readers personally! 】

Is. A smile of disdain or joy crossed my lips, and I slowly sat down leaning against the wall against which I was leaning.

The guy who was sad and sad and didn't care where I went. I am not uncommon for me to have such a mercy as a severed head.

In the blink of an eye, the handwriting was gone.

- This little book that looks like a miracle has not actually been written. But the reason why the words are revealed......

Words are just a message. Conscious...... No, in what form does the concept exist in the mind, to be exact?

Hehe, I don't know about such a profound thing. I don't want to think about it.

…… In other words, is the mind originally made up of concepts?

I looked up again, my gaze unmeaningfully cast on the crescent crescent gap. …… However, I did feel my eyebrows tighten slightly and go up.

- Throw away distractions.

Squinted...... Slowly, I saw the full moon in the sky.

"Medium...... Autumn...... It's gone. ”

Muttered like this.

…… The time of Gensokyo is probably in the winter when it should be spring. But ah, fantasy is such a thing. The perceptible consciousness woven in [consciousness] is indeed in no chronological order until it leaves that chaotic realm and reaches logic, that is, the queue of information. If anything, it's like an unopened storybook - those words, in order, but they all exist at the same point in time. It's so unrealistic.

No way, fantasy...... It's magical, but it's hard to comprehend. …… Probably no one cares about every muscle in their legs and feet while walking, right? Although for someone like me, there are some similar things to do...... That's a bit too much.

…… It's another cranky thought.

…… Mid-Autumn Festival. Mid-Autumn Festival. Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

When I looked back, it was already pitch black inside the shrine.

Reimu is asleep. I guess I thought I'd go back on my own. Also, no one will be bored enough to be in a daze here, after all, the moon is ......

- Whoa.

"Haven't slept yet? You? …… It's my usual place. ”

Reimu pushed me out of the way a little and sat down. I quickly sat up.

"Yawn~ This moon is nothing to see. Or what is the festival today? ”

Reimu looked up at the moon, his eyes seemed to be closed, and his face was a little lazy and indifferent.

…… Twist your head straight.

I don't know why, but the feeling is a little different at this time.

The distance that is deliberately maintained on weekdays is suddenly cut into.

Although the moonlight was faint, the snow still reflected Reimu's delicate face.

…… Or is it a picture that I have sketched in my own mind?

The transfer of heat is clearly felt. A true reminder of the present existence.

I didn't see what clothes Reimu was wearing.,Presumably,It's not a shrine maiden costume, right?

I don't know what thought it was, but a certain impulse in my heart began to be irrepressible.

So, it was said.

"—It's good to be alive."

"Huh?"

Reimu and my gaze met. Really, I still watched it unconsciously.

"If you keep being happy, you won't know what happiness is."

Maybe Reimu was just speaking intuitively, but it was a coincidental answer. You can't make a difference without making a result, and I knew that from the beginning. So, I still gave up.

"Do you have to be happy on holidays?"

"It's a holiday, so be happy."

Because the festival is set up to be happy. It's really in line with Reimu's empty head's answer. In other words, if you tell yourself that you are happy, you really feel happy. - If you have dissolved such a concept in your consciousness. Unexpectedly, it makes sense.

I felt like I was smiling.

"Well, Reimu, today is a holiday. I don't know what it is, but it's a festival. ”

The moon also began to sink to the west. The light in front of the shrine gradually tilts.

"Really......"

When I stood up, I could literally imagine Reimu smiling with her eyes down.

Stepping back, leaning against your own shadow on the door.

As the five senses slowly blurred, he muttered to himself.

"So, it's very happy. Everyone. ”

———— the next day, the shrine maiden of Hakurei caught a cold because she fell asleep while kneeling under the snowy corridor.

"Hey, I'm busy right now!"

"Curled up in the kotatsu for tea? I understand...... At the same time, I was doing all the work that I had done separately. ”

“…… What a faux pas! I、Occasionally, I sweep the floor! …… So! You're responsible for me! ”

"Hmm...... Sweep the floor, huh? I want to find a way to ......."

“…… A sucker. ”

"Well......"

>>>>>>>>> Postscript

Hello everyone, I'm the fallen leaf who is always looking forward to killing and getting renewed.

As I expected, I still couldn't finish the Mid-Autumn Festival special before 12 o'clock...... But looking at the moon in the sky, it should be fine, right?

To be honest, this special is a bit nerve-wracking, after all, the matter about the full moon is left to Eternal Night...... And the plot has only entered May. There's no way around it. I had to write out some settings that would not be disclosed later. At the same time, it's very difficult not to spoil it...... If you didn't guess my base setting, I made it to 23333

Then, it's time to complain about military training again.

I didn't go to the dormitory until 10 o'clock tonight.

…… Tired, tired

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The battalion commander asked us to think of a slogan for the team, and everyone proposed several and killed them internally without reporting them, until a benevolent brother came up with a slogan that shook the world and cried ghosts and gods-

[Eight camps, eight camps! I'm the Eight Battalions! Say it again! I'm the Eight Battalions! 】

Unanimously passed. And then we were drilled............

> After the 12th, it is estimated that we will be able to find a video of 100 instructors dancing the little apple at our military parade. I bumped into rehearsal 233

>>> thoroughly: it's no problem to keep the manuscript until the end of military training. Have faith in me!

>>>>>> last! Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone!

PS: I'm so sleepy that my tinnitus is ...... Bright...... I have to wake up at half past five this morning to QAQ