sinovels Chapter 40 The Fourth Dose of Medicine
Chapter 40 The Fourth Dose of Medicine
who...
anyone here?
Can anyone come here?
So lonely, you feel the same way, don't you?Living day after day, year after year, keeping the old tradition, day after day, year after year, day after day, year after year.
So boring, why don't you go out and have a look?
I really want to...
want to go...
Sanada Shinzo stood in the street, and once again stood abruptly in the crowded street, watching people in strange clothes come and go.
He bowed his head, holding the apple handed by the witch in his hand, a bright red apple.
"Really, Miss Yuko is really good at teasing people." He shook his head and sighed helplessly.
Fortunately, the witch still has some conscience, remember to help him wrap the sword with black satin, otherwise such an eye-catching thing might cause riots in the streets.
Sanada Nobuzo looked at the people coming and going. They were dressed in various clothes, some were wearing traditional kimonos, some were wearing suits and leather shoes, and some were half Japanese and half Western.He lowered his head, the solid concrete road under his feet, with tram tracks laid on the ground.
This is... the Taisho era?Or Showa?Sanada Nobukura silently speculated in his heart.
Ask someone to help you find things, but don't prepare time for them, and don't even tell them the details, just like this, just bring random people over, and don't care about the troubles of people who don't know anything about it, this is really true Not kind.
While Sanada Nobuzo was slandering the wickedness of the witch in his heart, he checked his clothes.
Although the black kimono is not solemn, it will not be looked at strangely when walking on the street.The two guns are wrapped in black silk and satin, and the appearance of a sword cannot be seen. Although the length and size are relatively rare, they can only make people give up curiosity after a few glances.
The biggest sense of disobedience is only this slightly immature young face, which is slightly different from the samurai's tall and straight figure.
It seems that Miss Witch still knows the general situation and didn't throw him around.As Sanada Nobuzo was thinking, he couldn't help but sigh that kimonos are really good things. No matter what era, there will never be too many mistakes in Japan.
Sanada Nobuzo looked at the surrounding streets. This is probably a fairly prosperous city. There are many shops on both sides of the street, as well as tea rooms and pawnshops, but he has never seen any place to stay.
Sanada Nobuzo felt a little bit lost in his heart, it was almost dark, he was not familiar with this place, if this continues, it seems that he will have to sleep on the street tonight.And considering that there may be things like a curfew in this era, he has to be careful not to be caught by the patrol.
Sanada Nobuzo became distressed and planned to ask someone for directions, but suddenly, when he was rubbing the apple in his hand, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
He lowered his head and saw a note with beautiful handwriting on the back of the red apple.
"Go straight for [-] steps, turn left for [-] steps, turn right for [-] steps, turn left, go straight for [-] steps, and the left hand side will be the place where everything starts. Yuko Ichihara."
"As expected of Miss Witch, this is really..." Nobuzo Sanada sighed, put away the note, and followed the path pointed out by Miss Yuko.
The back of the samurai was submerged in the crowd coming and going, his footsteps gradually eased, just like pedestrians on the road, the person in black kimono gradually blended into the town, no one would have thought that this would be a foreigner .
"But this apple is really sweet."
"390 seven, 390 eight, 390 nine... four hundred!"
The black-haired boy looked up to the left, and what caught his eyes was a Japanese-style courtyard, with a small courtyard, beyond the fence, the main house could not be seen at a glance, even in this age, this is not normal Rich people can afford it.
Sanada Shinzo came to the gate and saw the wooden sign with the words "Fujiwara House" engraved next to it, and he knew it.
With such a surname, it seems that it belongs to the residence of the Chinese ethnic group, so it is no wonder that it has such a bearing.
I don't know if the owner of this house will allow me to borrow it temporarily.Sanada Nobuzo was thinking, and when he looked around inadvertently, he found that a person in a strange costume appeared next to him at some point, looking up at the courtyard wall.
Gorgeous can be called exaggerated kimono dress, with strange reddish-brown patterns painted on his face, and a huge wooden box on his back, like an ancient wizard who came out of a deep mountain, looking at it motionless The fence, what to look through the fence.
The wizard seemed to be aware of Sanada Shinzo's undisguised scrutiny, and turned his face to look at the young boy with an immature face.
"Hello." The wizard said suddenly, and greeted Sanada Shinzo with an honorific name. His voice had a strange rhythm, as if he was reciting some mysterious spell.
Sanada Nobuzo was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that the wizard who was supposed to be xenophobic and weird would greet him first, and he still had such a friendly attitude.
"You... hello."
The young man responded like this, but the wizard who received the response turned his face and continued to stare at the wall, his eyes were so focused that one felt that he could see some unknown secrets through the wall.
Sanada Shinzo felt that he should say something, to such a mysterious, abnormal, creepy and yearning wizard who seemed to be a prophecy.
"Excuse me?" he asked.
The wizard turned his head again, his every move carried rhythm and rhythm, and he could vaguely hear the rattle of bells coming from the darkness.
"I'm just a drug seller, that's all."
The wizard's voice was clear, low, steady, melodious and slow.
"A drug seller?" Sanada Shinzo looked at the wooden box behind him in surprise.
"Yes, do you want some?" The drug seller's eyes also moved to the huge wooden box behind him.
"Will anyone still buy this kind of medicine in this day and age?" Sanada Shinzo asked without answering.
"It's rare, that's why you dress like this, isn't it?"
Sanada Nobuzo stared into the wizard's blue-gray eyes. He was silent for a while, and finally did not answer. He turned his head and continued to stare at the number plate next to the gate.
The wizard who sold the medicine stopped responding, and turned his head to continue looking at the wall, and at the wall inside the wall.
The two people looked at what they saw without moving. The sound of running water came from the ancient courtyard, the sound of bamboo hitting the cobblestone, and the sound of quicksand.
"jingle--"
The ringing bells of the shrine came from the darkness.
Sanada Shinzo turned his head and spoke.
"How about trying a new drug? It should be very popular now."
"Thank you for your suggestion, but it's unnecessary." The drug seller refused with a low smile.
"It's a tradition after all."
The wizard spoke in a low voice, as if reciting a spell, the pattern on the face and the print on the kimono also changed and moved with the spell, the ringing of bells in the dark, the low barking of wild dogs, the clanging of swords out of their sheaths, and the sound of burning herbs. Bitter sound.
"Really." The black-haired warrior turned his head and replied inexplicably.
"Then I'll go ahead."
As Sanada Nobuzo said, he stepped forward and knocked on the wooden door. The dull knock echoed in the mansion, bringing sudden changes to this barren, dilapidated old Chinese mansion illuminated by the setting sun.
No one opened the door.
It's really strange, is it because the master is not there?
Sanada Shinzo thought about knocking on the door again, and the dull knocking sound echoed in the air.
"Yes - come, come! Please wait a moment!"
From the courtyard came the young woman's clear and beautiful answering voice. The high-pitched tone carried the unique brilliance of young women, and the guilt and affection for making the guests wait for a long time made the response a little more humane.
It's a nice voice, like spring in a snowy field, like a walk when it's warm and cold, it brings the coldness of the north and the greenery of spring.Sanada Shinzo thought.
Then the door opened, and there was a young lady who opened the door, about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a dark blue kimono with clusters of orchids embroidered on the corner, beautiful and quiet.
A few strands of her bangs were stuck to her face because of the trot, and she was a little messy. When she noticed the guest's gaze, she was stunned for a moment, then she randomly lowered her head and straightened her messy clothes with red ears.
"I'm sorry." She whispered.
"No, I am."
"excuse me, you are?"
"I am a traveler. I just arrived in a foreign land. I want to stay here for a while. I am ashamed to disturb you today."
"No! Where, where, please come in, please come in."
The young samurai with a sword followed the woman into the courtyard illuminated by the setting sun. The shadow was elongated by the afterglow of the sun and disappeared into the door little by little. Then the door, this old one, was rough and smooth. The textured door closed with a 'squeak'.
"Huh—" the medicine-seller sighed from outside the door.
The ringing bell of the shrine came back again, and gradually disappeared along with the vague sound of barking dogs in the distance.
"Click." Regular footsteps sounded, and then gradually drifted away, drifted away.
"here we go."
The author has something to say: A long-awaited update... As you can see, this is a story about monster cats.
From this new chapter everything changes.
The title is good, the format is good, the language is good, and the emotion is good.
Everything is serving the story in different ways, being manipulated by the story, consciously, unconsciously.
In any case, please be able to read this story that has happened and never existed.
Sincerely, the strange cat and dog god article.
(Yes, I found that I couldn’t save the manuscript anyway and couldn’t write the outline, so it’s still the same if I didn’t save the manuscript. There are more manuscripts, so the update is uncertain x
I want to try the feeling of Japanese literature, so the style of painting changes x
I am not familiar with Japanese history, so some textual research is not in place (in fact, there is no textual research), please forgive me (bow
Then the verses in the content summary were written by me blind jb
I don’t know how it will be written, I will try my best to write the feeling of Japanese literature (By the way, Mr. Natsume Soseki’s book is really good, and the books of writers of that era are very impressive
above. )