Lin's old things

One of the two Lin

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

In the morning, Marisa's innocent voice echoed through the shop again.

Yesterday afternoon, Marisa was rightly late for class. Fortunately, although the teacher of the temple house was strict, he was not severe, and he did not inflict any terrible punishment. Of course, she didn't dare to continue to provoke the teacher's murderous reputation, so she packed her bags early today. She was a little surprised when she didn't get a response from the boy, so she quietly pushed the door of the boy's room again. The door was closed, she started to get nervous, she put her ear to the door and didn't hear any movement.

She froze at the door and listened for a long time. For a long time.

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Uncle Foggy Rain slapped the door and yelled at the boy from his bed. The young man didn't know why, so he sat behind the counter with sleepy eyes, and was scolded by the uncle to wash and eat. Everything was in order, and the young man came to his senses, and he took his place without saying a word, preparing to count the accounts while waiting to entertain the guests. After the uncle left, he quietly returned to his room, gathered a large pile of debris from the bedside, and spread it out on the counter.

That's why he stayed up late until the wee hours of the morning yesterday - he didn't plan to leave without being able to get the bead back in peace, but Marisa really liked it. He compares his heart to his heart, and thinks that the precious thing to Marisa is nothing more than Xianglin's production, and as long as he makes a more delicate toy out of these pieces, Marisa will definitely like the new and hate the old. As for what to do, he has not yet decided, but he believes he can do it. He's always been so confident.

The boy struggled to press it, and the iron-like shards in his hand clicked. This is what he discovered - these pieces can be joined, and there is a fate between them. He believes in fate as much as he trusts in his own eyes. He took fate for granted, and he took it for granted that he had picked up the pearl of this world. However, he didn't expect that after building the ancient building blocks, he would awaken another personality or something like that, and he didn't want to encounter the embarrassment of finding that a piece was missing in the middle after finishing the fight, but this discovery made his confidence even more and his determination stronger.

The boy seemed to have no clue how to assemble it, but he seemed to have a lot of ideas. Tenon jointing, meticulous, no hesitation, no rework. The boy's eyes were brighter than usual, and fire burned in the depths of his pupils.

The boy's method is to look - when he lifts a fragment, the color of the adjacent fragment changes, and he only aims for the 'most intense color'. For some reason, the aura that he could only see when Marisa was next to him was now able to see it clearly. He thought to himself, maybe Marisa had become a demon barrier in his heart.

The small pieces made up the big pieces, and the strange shapes gradually became angular and angular, and the boy saw it, and in general, he would finally put together a box. The boy was a little disappointed, he thought that the hammer that was not supposed to summon the pharaoh should also be a nuclear bomb in the wizarding world, why was it so unbearable? Thinking about it, he was still meticulously assembling it, but he was just thinking about how to explain it to Marisa. Much more distracted, he felt dizzy and his head began to hurt, and he hurriedly focused. It's just that he still prefers to believe that soon, an amazing prop will be born in his hands.

The boy continued his busyness. Occasionally, a guest visits, but for him, simple tasks such as settling accounts are just a matter of mind. He slowed down a little, but he didn't stop. There were not many parts left on the counter as time passed, and in his eyes, the aura that represented [that side] became thicker and thicker, and he couldn't see what he was holding clearly. It's almost taking shape, he thought. The boy simply raised his head to look at the sky.

In the eyes of the boy, the sky was black. Black clouds of smoke - not clouds, but miracles that only these eyes can see. Strands of black smoke fell intermittently from the sky, wrapping around the palms of your hands. Like a marshmallow, he thought to himself, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He had been looking at such a sky for months, and he liked the light, but looking at this black sky, he felt that what he was looking for was right in front of him, so he felt very relieved.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

The boy was a little surprised. The person who knocked on the door was not a customer but a visitor, and he should have gone to find Uncle Fog Rain first, and Uncle Fog Rain was not there now, so he stood up.

“…… Huiyin? ”

"Rinnosuke? Is Marisa at home? ”

"She went to school early. How...... What's the matter, Mr. Kami-Shirasawa? ”

Huiyin was beautiful, very considerate, and very gentle, and the boy loved to see her, but today, it was Huiyin, who was Marisa's teacher and not a peer of his own age, who had a slight personal relationship with him, who came in the door, and he was suddenly very uneasy, and this uneasy intuition was so accurate that he changed his name.

"Marisa didn't come to class today. Isn't she home? ”

The boy froze. That said, Marisa is missing. His mind went blank and he couldn't think about it, but his instincts provided the answer immediately. Shoved the object into his pocket roughly, he pushed the table away, ignored Huiyin's call, and rushed out the door.

He started running.

He was worried.

He was worried about demons.

The villagers laughed at the demons, but he didn't.

Because, he once personally tested such a thing as a demon.

-- And the place, right there.