The Beautiful Boy at Yokohama Crossing

The mountain god was too lazy to chase Atsushi Nakajima.

In comparison, he has more important things to do.

The mountain god squeezed the dumpling, and unexpectedly found that it felt good.

A fluffy ball, like a little hand warmer.

"You—" the mountain god dragged out his voice, mockingly mockingly, "You're so stupid."

Tuanzi: ...

Tuanzi really wanted to take a bite out of the mountain god's hand, provided it could bite through the mountain god's skin.

I don't know why, but at the beginning I was very afraid of the mountain god's dumplings, but once I got the mountain god's hands, I didn't have any fear.

I am a lot more courageous, and dare to lose my temper.

Tuanzi could neither resist nor complain about the rude behavior of the mountain god.So it had no choice but to turn its back and point its butt at the mountain god sullenly.

He buried his head in his chest, using actions to prove his resistance to him.

Shan Shenqu raised his finger and tapped the dumpling.

His fingers hit the soft feathers, and he unconsciously relaxed his strength, and stroked down along the feathers.

He coaxed softly, "Little Que'er, what's your name?"

Mao exploded.

Tuanzi silently turned his head and glanced at his hand.

A moment of coldness seemed to be able to stab the hand of the mountain god right through.

The cold light was fleeting, and Tuanzi returned to the previous peaceful state, as if what was just now was just an illusion of the mountain god.

It walked a few steps on the palm, avoiding the fingers.

But where the palm is only a little bigger, the dumpling can't stay away from the fingers no matter how you walk.

Seeing Tuanzi's movements, the mountain god raised his eyebrows.

His fingers followed him like a shadow, sticking to Tuanzi's body, refusing to come down.

——I'm afraid this person has a cat disease.

The group got a little impatient.

When the mountain god was about to put his hand on it next time, Tuanzi raised his wings and clapped his fingers.

In Tuanzi's expectation, it should be the mountain god who was blown away by its wings——I don't know where it came from.

The small wings that didn't even have full feathers hit the fingers without causing any damage to the fingers.

Instead, let your fingers feel under its wings.

The temperature is slightly higher than that of the skin, which happens to be a comfortable temperature that makes people feel warm.

The mountain god let it go, and touched its wings.

Converted to an adult, the mountain god is now touching the skin under his arm, and he might be called out for perverted behavior.

But the dumpling is now a bird, and the mountain god has no scruples.

A strange itching sensation came from the tips of the feathers, as if the skin was being eaten by ants, making Tuanzi soften half of his body.

At the same time, the strange feeling is accompanied by the strange way of stroking the hair of the mountain god.The strength is sometimes light and sometimes heavy, making Tuanzi unable to defend himself even if he wants to defend himself.

Tuanzi couldn't bear it anymore, and opened his bird's beak in despair, letting the mountain god see for himself.

In fact, Tuanzi didn't know why he couldn't make a sound, after all, he couldn't see his current appearance.

It guessed that it might be the vocal cords, or the throat was injured, or some other acquired reason, which can generally be seen from the appearance.

But the truth is far from what it thinks.

The dumpling didn't speak, so the communication between the mountain god and it could only be guesswork.

Seeing Tuanzi open his mouth to himself, the Mountain God recalled his meager reserve of bird knowledge, and asked hesitantly, "Are you hungry?"

certainly not!

Tuanzi glared at the young man.

It still opened its mouth wide, trying to make the mountain god understand what it meant.

But there is always a lack of tacit understanding between it and the mountain god.

Seeing Tuanzi's actions, Shanshen brushed the edge of the bird's beak with his finger, "The saliva is about to flow out."

"!"

Tuanzi was so frightened that he leaned back to avoid his fingers, and shut his mouth hastily.

A smile flashed in the mountain god's eyes.

The thumb slowly stroked the bird's beak, and the mountain god dropped a sentence.

"Since you don't want to say it, let's call you 'little fool'."

Tuanzi immediately bit his hand.

Tuanzi has no teeth in its beak, and the beak is not curved.Biting it can neither bite nor hurt, it is more like being sucked.

But the mountain god still shouted in cooperation.

"It hurts, it hurts—shh, don't bite, it's okay, okay, I won't call you a fool..."

"Que'er, it's called Que'er."

……

After a lot of tossing, the mountain god walked deeper into the alley with the tired and sleeping dumpling lying on his palm.

He covered the dumpling with a veil, including the dumpling's head.

The veil has a strong smell of grass and trees - that is the breath of the mountain god.

The fresh and warm fragrance of vegetation surrounds the dumpling.

The bloody smell remaining at the scene was isolated, and every breath was full of natural taste.

The ubiquitous fragrance is lingering and lingering, hugging the dumplings into my arms.

Wrapped in the smell of peace of mind, it was like sleeping on the green grass covered by the sun, smelling the smell of the sun, Tuanzi slept contentedly.

Where it didn't see, the mountain god restrained the expression on his face.

Unlike the heat in the palm that is enough to serve as a sleeping mat for the dumpling, the mountain god has no expression on his face, and his eyes are terribly cold.

It was only when he looked at the dumpling in his palm that there was a little emotion in those cold eyes.

The mountain god didn't kick the dumpling into his pocket, even if he could move more conveniently that way.

Because only skin-to-skin contact can make the mountain god feel its existence and make him realize that it has not left him, it is still here.

right in his hand.

The mountain god lowered his eyes.

Half of the corpses of strange creatures at the scene dissipated, and the blood almost disappeared—except for the one on Tuanzi.

Go back and give the dumpling a bath first.

The mountain god thought, waving his hand to make the black shadow hovering in the sky swoop down.

He said softly: "They are yours now, clean up the smell."

The vulture followed all the way, and naturally knew how precious the mountain god was holding the little thing in his hand.

It tactfully lowered the volume, "Yes, my lord."

After dealing with the scene, the mountain god refused the invitation to be carried by the vulture, and wandered on the street instead.

The vulture flew so fast, it was too cold for his little sparrow.

The mountain god abandoned his subordinates as a matter of course, and lived with Tuanzi what he thought was a two-person world.

Of course, this is only a two-person world where Tuanzi is asleep and he is still awake.

"Look at..."

The gentle voice did not wake up the dumpling.

It is more like a harmonious movement played in Tuanzi's ears. The onset is small and light, and it is as crisp as jade.

"Now you are just like when we first met."

The mountain god sighed.

Without expression, he is more like the god from before.

"With scars all over his body, he fell on me. He didn't pray to ghosts and gods, and he didn't ask anyone for help..."

The mountain god looked at the dumpling in his hand and complained in a low voice, "You pulled me down from Gaotianyuan, and taught me human feelings..."

Having said that, he thought about it again.

Did he really learn human feelings?That's unlikely.

The gods put on a layer of human skin, but they are still not human.

He spent his time as a quetzal trying to learn human behavior.

But it's not human, and it doesn't look like it no matter how you learn it.

In the end, even the quetzal became more human, and he failed to learn it.

He can only use the memory of the cuckoo to carefully weave a mask for himself.

The mountain god changed his words, "...let me understand human feelings.

But he walked away with delusional thinking and irresponsibility..."

While talking, Yuki's house arrived.

The mountain god also stopped the unfinished words in his mouth.

He opened the door and there was no one in the house.

There is no Tomie, and there is no Yumeno Hisaku, deserted and unpopular.

The mountain god looked at the dumpling in his hand in embarrassment, and then went to the bathroom.

Tuanzi slept soundly.

It was not the sleeping position that a bird should have. Tuanzi lay sideways on the hand of the mountain god, with both paws curled up against the abdomen, and one wing spread out to cover the palm to absorb heat.

The bird's beak is slightly open, and the belly is almost up and down.

Alas, I can't bear it.

···

Nothing can stop a god.

With only one hand, the mountain god completed a series of actions such as pouring warm water and wiping the dumpling with a handkerchief.

The group didn't wake up the whole time.

After carefully taking care of every feather on Tuanzi's body, the mountain god was sweating from exhaustion.

If it is normal, this level is not a big deal.

But the trouble is that he is now suffering from the debuff of 'exhausted ability, increased consumption'.

For this he had to use more physical strength to do it.

Just like an ordinary human being, he treated his beloved with [-]% patience.

Duanzi had shed dust and blood, revealing a light brown body of feathers.

There is a circle of white around the neck, and the white extends down to cover the abdomen.

The mountain god looked at the dumpling with unbelievably soft eyes.

He put the dumpling under the bed.

The comforter is extremely soft.The mountain god remembered that Yuki Ryo once said that sleeping on this quilt was like sleeping on clouds.

He couldn't tell the difference between soft and soft, but it should be good to be praised.

A small dumpling sank as soon as it was placed on the quilt, and was almost invisible under the quilt.

The moment the dumpling was released, the mountain god panicked.

But when he stretched out his hand to push back the quilt and saw that little figure again, the mountain god felt relieved again.

The dumpling seemed reluctant to leave, and moved uncomfortably when it touched the quilt.

Eyelids trembled, about to open.

Under the expectant eyes of the mountain god, Tuanzi adjusted her posture, rubbed against the quilt, and fell asleep again.

Heartless and heartless, he didn't care about the human cushion it was lying on all the way.

The mountain god's eyes gradually dimmed.

I don't know what I am disappointed with.

He quickly adjusted his mentality, after all, it wasn't the first time.

Reluctantly touched the dumpling.

Although I really want to stay with Tuanzi, the sweat on my body is really...

The mountain god went to take a bath.

···

After he left, Tuanzi on the bed opened his eyes.

It didn't sleep, but listened all the way.

How could it fall asleep in the hands of strangers?

Even if the stranger has never made it feel dangerous, it even feels very familiar.

Tuanzi looked towards the bathroom.

This person... seems to be a bit big?

Also, did he recognize himself as a substitute for something?

It strangely felt the pain in the heart as if being clenched and contracted.

do i know him?

I don't seem to know him.

Duanzi's questions were quickly answered.

The mountain god came out of the shower and sat by the bed.

Under the shroud of night, in the darkness, it seems to give people a space to vent freely.

The calm that the mountain god has been holding on for a long time finally broke, and in the room with only two creatures, he was torn apart and revealed by himself.

He looked at the dumpling and closed his eyes hard.

When he opened his eyes again, there were both despair and hope in his eyes.

"Sparrow Palace said that there has never been such a performance in the past, but if he is still alive, it must be not far away..."

"All the strange creatures in the audience, after he and I double-cleaned, the only one who can survive is you..."

He paused every word, "You'd better be him."

Reason and madness are all pulled by a single string.

When the strings of a lyre break, the first person to be hurt is the person sitting in front of the lyre and playing the lyre.

"If not, then I don't know what I would do."

The strings will cut through the unprotected skin, and the flesh will turn out at the wound, leaving dazzling and shocking marks.