[Peaceful Fantasy] The summer solstice has not yet come

とけていった seems to be remembering

Sadness しいことをかぞえるように Sadness that has been forgotten

Golden のりんごが golden apple

またひとつ拍ちる Another drop from a branch

"—Why were you born?"

"The responsibility of extending the family."

"What is your mission?"

"Do your best to guard the way of yin and yang, and protect the people of Ping An."

The words that sounded in the darkness fell into the darkness again with another answer.Can't tell if it's day or night.There is only a gloomy sky and mixed wind and rain.

After a long time, the person in the darkness seemed to lift his eyelids slightly, and an old voice came: "I think you remembered, Ming."

Under the dark eaves, He Maoming kneeled respectfully in front of an old man.There was silence all around.After a long time, the old man sighed tremblingly, and his hoarse words came along with the frozen air: "It is the mission of my He Mao family for generations to protect He Mao's family. The onmyoji of He Mao's family is a single lineage, and you are already one of them." No. 17th generation. Heian-kyo is now the time when monsters are everywhere. As the genius of the clan for hundreds of years, Heian-kyo is now entrusted to you."

He Maoming was silent for a moment, then replied in a low voice: "Yes... I would like to follow the instructions of the Patriarch. I dare not forget."

The old man on the opposite side seemed to have a smile on his face.He nodded quite satisfied: "That's good. Although the old man is the head of the family, he is already old, and he will still need you to maintain the He Mao clan in the future."

It was still raining outside the window at the moment.A candle in the room made a "pop" sound.When the candle was extinguished, He Maoming's voice came out like an erratic voice: "'He'...is there still no news?"

The candle was completely burned out the moment the words fell, and the room became pitch black.Between people, it is no longer possible to see a trace of each other's face.As if aware of the extinguishing of the candle, the old man did not answer immediately, but slowly turned his back, arched his back, and walked towards the front door leading to the outer courtyard with difficulty.After a while, in the darkness, an emotionless and stern voice sounded in the room: "'He' cruelly abandoned Heian Jing and He Mao's house for the so-called 'love'. 'He' committed Even if you were born because of them, 'he' is unforgivable. If 'he' comes back, I will clean up the house with my own hands."

Just as Patriarch He Mao's voice fell, Dang Ming only had time to comprehend the meaning of the words just now, when the originally closed courtyard door was suddenly opened, and a ray of light rushed into the room in an instant.Immediately afterwards, the whole picture of the outer courtyard appeared in front of my eyes.The sudden light hit Patriarch He Mao and He Maoming.

Patriarch He Mao turned his head abruptly.Not surprisingly, he saw He Maoming's indifferent face.But the slightly curled up gesture showed the fact that the hands had just clenched into fists.

Without a trace of fluctuation, Patriarch He Mao slowly turned his head expressionlessly, facing the inner courtyard, as if admiring the spring atmosphere in the inner courtyard of He Mao's house.It is the beginning of spring at this moment, and the green of the garden is full of vitality, especially the plants in the southern country, which have poked their heads out, and among the green leaves, small flower buds that have not yet formed are poking out at this moment.Ming inside the room was still kneeling.Although at this moment his own grandfather, the head of the He Mao family, was hunched over with his back facing him, but his heart was beating faster because of panic.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still.Finally, after a while, Ming heard his grandfather sigh.Then, he changed back to the original, and asked in a trembling, belated tone: "Which 'friend' gave you these southern flowers and plants in the yard?"

Ming's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably.He clenched his fist unconsciously again, buried his head, and replied with a faint accent: "It's just 'someone I know'."

"Oh, that's it..." After hearing Ming's answer, Patriarch He Mao bowed his body slowly, coughed, and said, "Then I can rest assured. The exotic smell of these flowers and plants is too strong for you to practice meditation. Forget it." After a pause, he said again: "Fujiwara Yukihiro wants to win over the Tachibana family's power, so please help him. I'm leaving."

The house was eerily quiet.Only the rain still fell from the gray sky and wet the courtyard in front of the door.It seems like a long time, and it seems like a moment, the figure of the old man has been indifferent in the air.The moment he disappeared, there seemed to be a gust of wind in the courtyard, and a slight sound sounded, as if something was blown up, as if something fell down.Feeling the changes in the outer courtyard, He Maoming knelt inside the house for a long time, finally couldn't hold it back, and fell down on the cold ground like a fallen leaf.Chengbi's eyes were closed tightly because of the pain, and the expression on his face was struggling amid countless changes of thoughts, and finally gradually became resolute.He Maoming opened his eyes again.

"Koko... I'm sorry..."