Lin's old things

One of one? star

"Xianglin~~ I'm going to school!"

The little girl stood outside the boy's room and shouted, then quietly put her ear to the door, her eyebrows curled cutely.

"Xianglin, don't be angry! Daddy is also good for you......"

"Xianglin? Xianglin - oops"

The door to the room creaked open, and the little girl fell to the floor. Without the imaginary arm to lift herself, she pouted dissatisfiedly and looked up, but all she saw was a messy futon and a porous window.

"Uh......h Xianglin is so cunning. ”

The little girl grumbled and laughed.

――――――――――――==――――――――――――

There have always been legends about demons in the village. As the most talked about topic in the village, the stories of demons are often eloquent and eloquent. Death, hidden, or even peachy, and so on. But even though such evil seems to be within reach, people do not live in fear. keeps talking about demons and demons, but he is still terrified when he sees and hears something suspicious. At the end of the day, it's not so much that people believe in the existence of demons, but rather in the existence of the demon stories themselves, and that's it.

However, the only thing that the villagers believe and remember is that it is dangerous outside the village. Mountains and forests on the east side, lakes on the north side, hills on the south side, and trees on the west side. Although people think that demons will only be in the dimension that they don't know, there are demons between this mountain and water, but no one denies it, and no one wants to affirm the legend. Year after year, this legend has been engraved in the bones.

However, he was not originally from the village.

The gray hair stands out in the afternoon sun. The boy sat on the ground with his back to the trunk of the tree, his eyes distant, not knowing what he was thinking. Or is he looking out and longing for something? Why, is it here?

He knows the taboos of the village clearly, he can count the legends of the villagers, he doesn't believe what the villagers believe, but he believes in the subconscious of the villagers, but he is convinced, he can see more and farther than the legends, and what he hopes for is more than the legends. But now, here he is.

"Xianglin - Xianglin ......"

Hearing this shout, the young man subconsciously shrank his legs. Then, after thinking for a moment, he stood up and walked in the direction of the village.

"Marisa - I'm ...... here"

"Ah, Xianglin—I went to school......"

After shouting these words, she didn't even see each other, and little Marisa left. The boy froze in place.

The teenager has nothing to do. The boy works as a buddy in the foggy and rainy grocery store, greeting guests, contributing, and coaxing children, and is usually very busy as if he has nothing to do, and he is in a daze in his free time as if he has nothing to do. It was only now, when he felt that he had finally gotten rid of idleness.

The teenager has his own ideas. He had just quarreled with the shopkeeper's uncle, pretended to be obedient and went back to the house, and then sneaked out, and came here, where he often came in a daze, where it all began.

"Xianglin, Xianglin-"

Marisa was panting. She stood in front of the boy and raised her little face. She was only as tall as a teenager's chest, so she leaned up naturally. Stand to reason.

"What's the matter?"

"Xianglin, Daddy said it's dangerous! You might really encounter a demon! ”

The young girl of the golden retriever was very troublesome, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her face was full of serious worry. The boy laughed and touched Marisa's head. Marisa is such a tall person that he feels it very naturally. Stand to reason.

"Everybody says that. I know. ”

"So, don't go on your own adventure! Don't leave me behind! ”

"Huh? …… Ah, well. ”

Uncle Fog and Rain may have seen something, the boy thought. I've seen more than he, though.

The boy never knew how to coax a child, he would just stay with her and tell stories to himself. Tell the story of the demons, tell the story of the demon hunters, tell the story of what happened between mortals and the two. Uncle Wuyu has no opinion on this. Quieting an energetic child is no trivial task, and he can't ask for it. As for those demon stories, from blood to suspicion to reality, and even forgetting, it is a common journey for the villagers. It's just that the boy took little Marisa to explore, and the more he explored, the more dangerous it became, which the uncle couldn't tolerate. The uncle is very good, not only forbidding Marisa to run around, but also forbidding teenagers to enter the mountains and forests without permission. -- They quarreled about it.

Teenagers have their own pursuits. He didn't really understand where his sense of mission came from, but he liked it. Therefore, he also has his own decisions. He has been planning for a long time, and he has an inexplicable premonition recently. It's time, he thought.

"Marisa, I'm ready to go." He said.

"Well, let's go."

"Say goodbye to your family on my behalf. I may not be able to come back......" The boy thought for a moment and said, "...... Not coming back. ”

When the boy spoke, his eyes were extremely bright. Marisa understood what he was talking about. At her current age, she can actually be regarded as talented.

“…… Don't leave! ”

Marisa didn't want him to leave. It's always easy for a little kid to adjust to a new friend, but it's hard to accept loss, he thought. Then he touched his neck and looked at Marisa.

Marisa was stunned for a moment, then raised her hand and tugged at the pendant around her neck, and said, "Not for you!" ”

Marisa runs away. After running a few steps and coming back, he hurriedly picked a mushroom and stuffed it into his bag, and then ran away again.

"That's right...... Marisa? ”

There was no one anymore, and the boy was a little surprised. The best way to please children is snacks, toys, and storytelling. The boy doesn't have much extra money, and he often can't make up new stories, but he will secretly take Marisa out to play. In the village, in the woods, by the river, the boy always picked up some strange parts, which he said to little Marisa were fragments of magic. Marisa is just as adamant as he is, and treasures those gadgets as treasures. The boy didn't give this to Marisa because he didn't like it - when Uncle Kiriyu was dirty and wanted to throw away the iron and gravel, they used to fight with Uncle Kiriyu together. However, these things, only when he is with Marisa, can he occasionally see the colors on them that do not belong to reality.

Not mistakenly, the teenager believed in himself. He has no long skills, and he has always been like this, but he does not lack self-confidence. The young man is ordinary but proud, amiable but stubborn. The teenager is not pretentious, but really extraordinary. The only thing that sets him apart from the average guy at the grocery store is in his eyes. Those were eyes that even 'her' marveled at and admired.

- Half of the ornament around Marisa's neck comes from her. The clutter belonged to Marisa, he thought, but the ornament had to be returned. Thinking so, the boy walked towards the village. Didn't he already say at the beginning that he would take it with him when he left? He remembered the joyful little face he had on that day when he gave the bead ornament to Marisa.

He wasn't slow, but the road was long enough that he had time to remember the grass and trees in the village. From street to street, from shop to shop, he was careful and careful, but in the end, he found that there were still very few things left in his mind.

The boy never thought that he was a heartless person, and even more so after arriving here. But now he's a little shaken. Am I seeing too much, he thought. Then, he saw Marisa.

Marisa's eye circles are red. The boy was a little surprised and a little unbearable. But he wasn't going to change his mind.

Marisa ......

"Here you go!"

Marisa grabbed her bag and threw it over. She didn't have much strength, and her bag fell to the ground with a clanging sound. He saw the strange color, which was Marisa's treasure.

"Marisa, I'm ......"

"Here you go, it's all for you!"

I don't know what kind of awkwardness Marisa is making, but she is very impulsive, reaching out and pulling the ornament around her neck, as if she wants to drag it down and smash it on the boy's face like the heroine of the novel. It's just that she is a little girl after all, and she just strangles her neck. The eyebrows and eyes crumbled into a heart-wrenching arc, and the tears finally flowed.

Is this overrage? The boy froze.

In all fairness, a teenager never thinks that he likes or dislikes someone or something, he only thinks about whether he needs it or whether he can be happy with it.

He and Marisa were tired together, more tired than working, but he enjoyed it. So, he didn't want to see Marisa cry.

"Marisa, I'm not leaving." He said.

"Let's go!"

As if she hadn't heard, Marisa stepped forward and shouted as she looked at the boy. It's just that her tears stopped.

The boy stepped forward, picked up the bag on the ground, and touched Marisa's head.

"I'm not leaving." He said.

Let's go tomorrow, he thought.