The silhouette on the paper door is dressed in costume, and he has a long pipe hanging from his hand, which he puts to his mouth from time to time and takes a bite, and the thin smoke rises.

He sat lazily in front of the dresser, as if trying to put the hairpin in his coiled Ida's bun.

But in an instant, the beating lights went out without warning.

The room dimmed, and the figures dressed in front of the dressers vanished.

The guiding girl stood aside without any reaction, Qi Yan glanced at her and decided to take a step forward by herself.

Just as Qi Yan raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, there was a sudden "click", and the shoji door was pushed open from the inside-

Dressed in a richly patterned and brightly colored gown, a male oiran hung a pipe in one hand and a paper door leaf in the other, leaning and leaning on the door in a lazy posture.

Because he wore a high hat made of black lacquered paulownia wood, he looked much taller than Qi Yan, and at this moment he was condescendingly "watching" Qi Yan wearing a red feather weaving and wearing a mask.

Qi Yan tilted his head slightly, staring at him as well, staring at the male Oiran who had invaded his dreams countless times.

Opposing each other, time stood still again.

The hustle and bustle around them ebbed in an instant, and everything lost its voice.

At the end of this crimson corridor, only Qi Jiu's slightly suppressed breathing and heartbeat remained.

Under the thick makeup of the demon, the other party has the same face as him.

There are also a pair of same gray-green eyes, I don't know if it is Qi Jiu's illusion, at this moment the other party's eyes seem to be covered with a thin layer of mist, like a swamp in the abyss rising white mist on a winter morning.

It was a long and brief stalemate for a few seconds.

The male Oiran raised his hand, and he bit the pipe in his hand, and the white smoke that rose made each other's faces blurry and ambiguous.

"Congratulations, you've found me again," the Oiran chuckled, his voice carrying the lazy energy of just waking up, "and your mask, I'll give it back to you." ”

Qi Yan also smiled: "What about the cat?" ”

"Thank you for helping me take care of Ash, the little one has gained a lot of weight," the Oiran put his pipe down, "Let's go, it's going to be too late, whether it's yours or mine." ”

He knew that Qi Zhen only had less than an hour left.

Qi Jiu: "What do you need me to do later?" ”

The male flower looked at Qi Yan for half a second, and then naturally put his hand on his shoulder, and his Adam's apple moved slightly: "When you are traveling in the street, lend me your shoulder." ”

Chapter 60: First Embrace

At this moment, the system, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly moved-

[Congratulations on successfully opening the side quest: "Walking the streets with the previous generation of Oiran"]

[Estimated Reward for Completing Mission: Deep-Sea Desalination Dried Fish*10 Boxes]

[Item description (updated): A total of 240 cans of dried fish, the favorite snack of the little gray cat raised by the doctor's family/male Oiran's family]

[Current Side Quest Progress: 0%]

Good guys, you can reward ten boxes of small dried fish at once.

Qi Zhen didn't know for a while if it was the last time he and the system expressed their demands and fought to take orders to earn "dried fish" that played a role, or if that guy opened a small stove for himself and Xiao Ash.

In any case, his cat can't escape the fate of being fat into a ball.

*

Red paper lanterns are hung all over the eaves, and the east wind blows, and the lights are swaying and the light and shadow are sufficient.

The streets are full of traffic and people, and the news of the Sukuya Oiran tonight has already spread, and no one wants to miss such a grand scene.

Oiran dressed in a decadent costume with half-foot-thick paulownia clogs on his feet appeared on the street.

As usual, the Oiran assumed a languid and cold posture, his gaze fluttering towards the crowd, his footsteps moving lightly, obviously a condescending and uninhibited posture that ignored the crowd in the streets, but it was particularly seductive and seductive.

Such an oiran is so that the parade of people have to look up.

But tonight was a little different, and the Oiran had never put his hand on a man's shoulder for a parade like he did now.

Although the man wears a "sixteen" mask on his face, his tall and straight figure looks young.

Everyone on the street is discussing, who is this young man who made Sukuya Oiran take the initiative to make an exception? What is the origin?

The appearance of Qi Ji seems to make tonight more lively.

Everyone gathered on both sides of the procession on the Oiran parade street, and the chaotic and noisy clogs overlapped, reminding Keiji of the fast-paced shamisen of Miss Ikuko's blood cherry blossom night party.

The east wind rolled up the petals, the clouds broke through the moon, and the pale moonlight shone on the stone stacks at his feet.

Qi Ji quietly withstood the gaze of everyone, and tonight was destined to be absurd.

As an attendant to guide the Oiran, the male Oiran with the same face as him put his hand on his shoulder, and walked side by side with each other in the sight of thousands of people.

The streets were bustling with people and buzzing, but no one discovered the secret of their faces.

In front of everyone, the two walked in the hustle and bustle tacitly, and even the pace was the same from beginning to end.

They tacitly walk side by side, secretly sharing this absurd and exciting little secret, like two children secretly hiding in a cupboard and playing role-playing games.

Taboo. Private. No one knows but each other.

That's enough to indulge in.

"What are you thinking?" Through the hustle and bustle around him, the voice of the male oiran sounded in his ears.

Qi Yan asked him directly: "Why is this place called Qijiuya?" ”

"What about you?" The male Oiran asked him rhetorically, "Why are you called Qi Jiu again?" ”

"Does this have anything to do with what you said last time, the thief who stole your data?" Qi Zhen got straight to the point.

He seldom thinks about the ethereal question of the meaning of his own existence, but at this moment, in the face of the existence of the other party, he thinks it is necessary to discuss it.

The male Oiran was silent for a moment, and said with a smile: "Should I dissect you and observe and study it?" ”

As he spoke, his fingers pressed on Qi Yan's shoulder with slight force.

Qi Yan could sense the dangerous aura on the other party's body, and he knew that this male Oiran was the most dangerous existence in the copy.

But he was not afraid at the moment, and even found it very interesting.

After all, there is a contractual bond between them.

"Isn't it a better deal for you now than to dissect me?" Qi Ji said quietly.

Silence crept between each other.

The male oiran smiled lowly: "I think it's more like a game than a trade." ”

Qi Jiu: "Yes, a game of hide and seek between hunters and prey?" ”

The male Oiran glanced at him lightly: "Are you a hunter or a prey?" ”

Qi Ji asked rhetorically: "What about you?" ”

They laughed at each other.

"I said, at the parade festival, the waiter chatted with the Oiran, isn't it a very unruly thing?" Qi Yan asked half-jokingly.

Oiran: "It's not that it's unruly, it's something that is not allowed to happen at all." ”

"Oh, so what are we doing now?" Qi asked.

The male oiran paused, and said two words lightly: "Privilege." ”

Qi Yan was stunned for a moment and smiled: "Miss Oiran, I found you, what about the more interesting things you promised?" ”

The male Oiran moved lightly, walking in the shadows of the lights and in the moonlight.

He said, "Don't worry, you'll know when the parade is over." ”

*

After the male Oiran finished his parade, he went into the boudoir to remove his makeup and change his clothes.

At this time, Qi Yan, who was wearing a noh face, had become the object of everyone's discussion, including the wandering girls in Qijiu's house, who couldn't help but secretly look at him when they passed by him.

This masked young man who made Oiran treat differently was so curious.

"This gentleman, I'm sorry for the long wait, it will take a little time for the Oiran to change her clothes, and the wine has been prepared under the cherry blossoms in the atrium, please move to the atrium to enjoy the cherry blossoms and wait." The guide girl bowed her head and said to Qi Yan.

Qi Zhen had already expected in his heart that he would not be able to avoid the blood cherry blossom night banquet of the male oiran tonight.

After the You Nu led Qi Xuan to the atrium, she walked over without violating the rules: "Please." ”

After she signaled Qi Zhen, she bowed and left.

As far as the moon reaches the atrium, the moonlight dyes the snow-white cherry blossoms on the branches, as if countless dancing fires are burning in the night.

Blood Sakura had already prepared snacks and drinks, and Qi Ji sat in front of the table and poured himself blood brew.

He gradually got used to it and liked the taste of blood.

Qi Ji drank the blood brew while looking up at the branches full of blood cherries.

The moonlight sprinkled on Qi Jiu's body through the lush petals, and the falling cherry blossoms gently fell into the cup.

Qi Zhen remembered that the male Oiran had told him in the misty soup pool in his dream-

"On a night when the moon is pale, there is always fear, and there is always sorrow."

On a moonlit night, the blood cherry blossoms will eat the flesh and blood of the people under the tree, and Miss Yuko's cherry blossom viewing night banquet is the blood cherry blossoms, and the feast is human flesh.

That's fear.

As the night breeze blew, a distant cry could be heard in the sound of the wind, a spirit hanging from a branch like a dolls on a sunny day.

This is grief.

But when I was immersed in the hot spring pool and looked up at the moonlit night sky, I felt an indescribable, distant and long sense of desolation, which obviously did not belong to the above two.

It's because I'm in tune with that guy's emotions.

Has he been living in this world, looking up like this countless times, looking up at the pale moon alone?

This distant, vast and barren emotion made Qi Ji tremble unconsciously.