After that, everything went well, we found the East Palace, Concubine Wenche was naturally not crazy, and Yuhime because of her strong backstage, Emperor Murakami did not execute her, but just abolished her and expelled her from the palace.

Everything, all solved. The task was successfully completed.

The day of parting. It's also coming.

It's time to tell the truth.

When I told Baoxian and Qingming everything as it was, their reaction didn't seem to be quite the same as I thought.

"Actually, I've long suspected your identity." Bao Xian smiled.

"What? Since when" I was taken aback.

"Since the last time the hundred ghosts walked at night, how could an ordinary girl clearly know that it was a ghost."

"I'm sorry, I've been lying to you." I don't know what to say except to say I'm sorry.

"So are you going back to the time you said you were talking about?" Bao Xian asked lightly buttoned the juniper fan. Maybe it's the relationship between the onmyoji and the fact that they have seen too many supernatural things, so they still accepted my explanation.

"-------- yes." Today's word is so hard to say.

I glanced at Qingming, but he was still calm and didn't say anything.

Suddenly, fine snow fell in the sky. I stared at the fine snow like flying flowers, and my heart was in turmoil, and before I knew it, I had been in this era for so long.

"I thought, it's time for me to leave." I suddenly found it so difficult to say anything today.

"The fine snow is difficult to gather, and the flying flowers are broken. In that case, we can't stop you. Baoxian stood up, a trace of loss drifted through his eyes, and then immediately regained his smile, and said in a low voice: "To be honest, I really like your sister." ”

"I really want to have a brother like you." I looked at him and blurted out.

He stared at me with a complicated look in his eyes, and suddenly the corners of his mouth lifted and he struck me on the head with his juniper fan.

"Ah, it hurts, you have such a heavy hand!" I quickly rubbed my head, really, I'm leaving, and I don't forget to bully me.

"So you won't forget your brother. Oh hehehe. He smiled and walked to the door and stopped again. He whispered, "Sharo, take care." ”

As he walked out the door, I heard him sigh softly.

It was just me and Qingming in the room, and the silence around me was suffocating, and I seemed to hear only my own heartbeat.

"Qingming, I...

"Accompany me to see this snow before leaving." Qingming suddenly interrupted me.

"What?" I looked at him puzzled.

He suddenly smiled at me, and the moment his eyes rolled, the twilight mist between his eyebrows was just like the cherry blossoms falling rain, delicious and beautiful, but there was no trace of sadness pervading the wandering.

He stood up and held out his hand to me, "Come." His voice was as clear as ice and snow.

I smiled and nodded, taking his hand gently, and he took my hand all the way to the front cloister.

"Is it cold?" He squeezed my hand.

I shook my head, Qingming's hands were warm, and the feeling of being surrounded by warmth made people feel like crying.

"The first snow of the year came so early." He stared at the flying snow and whispered.

"Well, it's for me." As soon as I finished speaking, I felt Qingming's hand tighten a little.

Snow flew all over the sky, and from time to time snowflakes flew into the cloister, landed on my face, and immediately turned into droplets. Neither I nor him spoke again, just quietly watching the snowflakes fly.

I looked sideways at Qingming, his expression calm, the corners of his mouth slightly pursed. What is Qingming thinking now? He is like the clouds in the sky, the wind in the bamboo forest, feeling his presence, but never touching it.

In the future, whose hand will he hold to enjoy the snow together? Who can really touch this floating cloud, this breeze.

Thinking of this, my heart faintly felt a sense of loss.

The snow is starting to get smaller, and this snow seems to be coming to an end, why can't it rain any longer? It's just that no matter how long it takes, there will be an end to it.

"Qingming, remember what I said." I couldn't help but break the silence, "You will definitely become the most powerful onmyoji." In the future, I will be a person who will call for wind and rain. ”

"Calling for the wind and rain." He repeated in a low voice, "If I could, I just want to keep this snow going, all I want." ”

The feeling of wanting to cry hit my heart again.

I squeezed his hand tightly, and he held my hand with all his might, so tight that every knuckle of mine ached.

A few sparse snowflakes flew in and landed right on my cheeks, melted droplets of water mixed with my tears.

"Sharo?" He bowed his head and whispered to me.

"Snowflakes are falling in my face again." I said with a smile.

He smiled, slowly let go of my hand, reached out to wipe the water droplets for me, and whispered, "Sharo, are you still ---- leaving?" ”

I nodded, the corners of my mouth pursed into an upturned arc, Qingming, I want to smile and say goodbye to you ---------.

Calling Si Yin again, watching the crystal bracelet shine dazzlingly, I raised my head and smiled at Qingming,

"Maruko, take care."

"I said I wasn't allowed to call that name."

"But it's cute."

"Sharo, you're really..."

Qingming suddenly thought of something, approached me, grabbed my hair, and gently pulled the next one.

"Do what?" I asked, puzzled.

The fox-like smile flashed in his eyes again, and he whispered, "Curse." ”

"Qingming, you won't hold a grudge and put some vicious humanoid spell on me, right?"

"Sounds like a good idea, too."

"Qingming." I laughed helplessly, he wouldn't hurt me anyway.

I wanted to say something, the light of the crystal had already enveloped my whole body, and the familiar feeling of fire swept over, and I was about to leave, I couldn't smile anymore, and saying goodbye with a smile was really not so easy to do.

"Sharo." Vaguely I heard the sound of Qingming's loss, and looked up, the snow, I don't know when it fell again, the person standing in the fine snow, seemed to be intertwined and wrapped in it, let the snowflakes fall on his shoulders, sleeves, smile has long disappeared, only a look of amazement.

It turns out that people who can't say goodbye with a smile.。。 It's not just me.

Once again, I returned to this familiar teahouse called the past and present life.

"Xiao Yin, wake up." Si Yin's voice was surprisingly soft, and I opened my eyes in disbelief and called in a low voice, "Master." ”

"Are you alright?" Si Yin gently helped me up.

I lowered my head and laughed, "Master, I seem to have had a beautiful dream. ”

"Dreams?"

"Well, it's a beautiful dream." I smiled, and in that dream, there was a prosperous Heiankyo, a ghostly in shape, a gorgeous Yae cherry tree, a firefly flying by the lake on a summer night, a red leaf hunt like a butterfly, a winter snow flying in the sky, and a boy who laughed like a sunset.

That is, the most beautiful dream.

"Master, I'm so tired, can you let me lean on." I whispered.

Si Yin gently took me into his arms, Si Yin was the faint smell of cologne, not the fragrance of the remnants of early spring, nor the fragrance of the frozen lake, I rested my head on his shoulder, not wanting to think about anything more.

It was the most beautiful dream, but no matter how beautiful the dream --------was, there was also a time to wake up.

"Let's go take a shower first, and I'll cook it myself after dinner." Si Yin touched my hair and said.

What the? Cooking yourself? I heard you right. I raised my head in amazement, and Si Yin cooked, which was tantamount to a fantasy.

"What's wrong?"

"Master, you don't --- eat dead people in your cooking, do you?" I whispered.

"Go wash it." A hint of depression flashed in Si Yin's purple eyes.

"I'd like to go see Asuka first."

"Whatever you want."

Asuka was still lying there quietly, I stroked his face, but I had a little more doubts in my heart, since Asuka had an accident, Master seemed to be much gentler to me than before, why is this?

The next day, the reincarnation of Youji---- the white-collar beauty Lin Yue came to the teahouse.

Si Yin told her about her previous life and the entanglement with Concubine Wen Che, and she was shocked and speechless.

"In my previous life, I would have been such a vicious woman?" She kept muttering to herself, completely incredulous, "That's why my child is... ”

"And what about the female ghost?" She asked suddenly.

"Right here." Si Yin said lightly.

"I, can I see her?" She seemed to struggle for a long time before saying this.

Si Yin looked at her and nodded. I saw him recite a few incantations, white light flashed, and Concubine Wen Che, who had lifted the seal, slowly appeared in the white smoke, and she glared angrily when she saw Lin Yue, but she was a little jealous of Si Yin.

"Concubine Wenche, your child is fine, everything starts again, don't be obsessed." I said softly.

She said with a grim face, "Don't think I'm going to give up like this." ”

"Concubine Wenche, he is very cute in the East Palace, and when I hold him, he is like a kitten." I smiled slightly.

She was stunned for a moment, and a soft look flashed on her face.

"I didn't know that I had done such an excessive thing to you in my previous life," Lin Yue muttered, suddenly raised her head, and said, "I'm sorry, please let me say sorry for her." ”

The look on her face became even more gloomy, and she said, "I'm sorry, what's the use." ”

"I'm sorry it's useless, but everything has to look forward, don't cling to your demons anymore, if you go on like this, your pain will never end. Don't be so stupid anymore! I couldn't help but persuade.

"If you are reincarnated now, you may be able to renew the relationship between mother and child with him." Si Yin said lightly.

Her body shook, raised her eyes sharply, and said, "Really? ”

Si Yin looked at her noncommittally and said, "Everything is fate, and this heart always listens to the sky." Being able to become a mother and son is of course fate, and passing by is also fate. It's up to you. ”

She was silent for a while, and said, "I should believe you, you are not an ordinary person, you... ”

"Concubine Wenche, go back to where you belong." Si Yin interrupted her.

She sighed softly and vanished into a puff of red smoke.

When I watched with hope as Lin Yue's tears fell into the immeasurable bottle, I was disappointed that nothing happened in the bottle, and it seemed that I would continue this journey that did not know when it would end.

It's been more than ten days since I came back, but I can't sleep well every night, and it is difficult to sleep.

That night, as soon as I got to bed, I began to count the little sheep again, one, two, three... Tonight seemed to have some effect, and after counting a few of them, drowsiness hit, and I closed my eyes groggily.

I don't know how long I slept, but when I opened my eyes, I couldn't help but be amazed, everything in front of me was so familiar, the streets were crisscrossed, the cherry blossoms were flying, the windows of the ox carts were covered with gold leaf, and the gorgeous cuffs were exposed under the curtains.

No, no, wasn't I in my own bed just now? Dreaming, it should be dreaming.

I walked slowly down the street, no one around me seemed to see me, I don't know how long I walked, I walked until I came to a strange mansion, the door of the mansion is very simple, the only eye-catching thing is the five-pointed star bellflower mark on the door.

Kikyo print, my heart is shocked, Qingming ------ bellflower print?

Could it be that this is ...

I gently pushed the door open, and the Yae cherry blossoms in the garden were in full bloom, and the leaves were densely covered with light pink flowers. A man in a white hunting robe is reclining in the corridor facing the courtyard with a sake cup in his hand, looking at the falling cherry blossoms with a leisurely expression.

My heart jumped violently, it was Qingming, it was Qingming.

It's just that he seems to have matured a lot, am I dreaming of the sunshine more than ten years later?

Opposite him, there was a handsome man in a two-blue straight robe, was he the legendary Qingming's confidant Yuan Boya?

Qingming, he can't see me. But

I saw a smile at the corners of his eyebrows.

I saw that his smile was as graceful as yesterday.

"Boya, you seem to have mentioned Miss Fujiko of the Great Nayan family many times today."

"Me, yes? But Miss Fujiko she.。。 ”

"Boya, you've been spelled."

"Is this also a curse?"

"The subtlety between men and women is also a kind of curse."

"Qingming, you have to start talking about your spell again, but Qingming, have you never been under a spell like that?"

Qingming paused in his drinking, and then chuckled softly again.

"Maybe."

"But no matter what kind of curse, it can be lifted, right?"

"Maybe."

I watched them quietly on the side, the cherry blossoms were like rain, Qingming was still the floating clouds, the breeze, how could there be a curse that could not be unbroken.

It wasn't until Boya left, it was getting dark, and I hadn't woken up from my dream.

"My lord, rest early." A woman's voice came in a low voice, and I looked at the woman who came out in amazement, she was so similar to me, was it the clear Shikikami?

Qingming glanced at her gently, nodded, stretched out her hand and waved it gently, and the woman immediately disappeared, turning into a strand of hair and floating down, falling into Qingming's hand.

"Sharo." He let out a low call and smiled faintly, "Actually--- I also have a spell that I can't break." ”

That hair,Could it be the last time we parted... I was so agitated that I couldn't hold it anymore, and I tried to pull him by the sleeve, but I couldn't touch it.

"Qingming, I'm here, I'm here." I tried desperately to speak, but I couldn't make a sound.

"Qingming!" As soon as I took a step, my body was suddenly pulled back by a force, and in a daze, I vaguely heard a clear and quiet voice: "The moon is not the past month, and spring is not the spring of the past." This body has not changed, it is still the same as before. ”

When I opened my eyes again, I was still in bed, and the sun was already shining outside the window, and sure enough, it was a dream.

"Xiao Yin, don't you get up yet?" Si Yin pushed the door open and walked over to my bedside.

"Master, I'm dreaming."

"Dreaming? What dreams? His gaze swept over my head, and he suddenly reached out and removed something from my hair, saying, "What's in your hair?" ”

I looked slowly, and in his palm was --------- a pale peach-colored eight-fold cherry blossom petal.

Suddenly.. I want to cry again...

The moon is not the old days,

Spring is not the spring of the past.

This body has not changed,

It's still the same as before.