sinovels Chapter 41 The Fourth Dose of Medicine
Chapter 41 The Fourth Dose of Medicine
Right here, right here to build a house.
Big, wooden, with yards and ponds.
Just here, leave the nobility here, and everything in the end must stay here.
Don't leave, don't even think about leaving.
It’s not that you can’t come in, you can’t leave if you come in, and you can’t leave if you leave...
Will you come back again?
Fujiwara house is a very deserted house.
It makes sense to say that, weeds have flooded the stone path, and the pool is just a pool of stagnant water. The lotus leaves are withered on the pebbles by the pool, and there are broken old furniture scattered near the fence. .
It's hard to see that there are actually people here, or Chinese people live here.
"Here..." Sanada Shinzo hesitated.
"Ah, I'm sorry, because the yard is really too big, and my mother and I can't clean it... You really laughed at how you look today." The young lady explained shyly while brushing away the long grass on the side of the road. , motioning Sanada Shinzo to walk in.
"No, it's really hard work to take care of such a house."
"Where, this is what I should do."
On the gravel path overgrown with weeds, the two of them stopped talking, only the rustling sound of brushing aside the grass, the clicking sound of clogs stepping on the stones, and the slight shuttle sound made by the rubbing of the hem of clothes.
In such a quiet place, even barrenness can become a freehand way of Zen. Perhaps it is because of a young soul like Miss that this dilapidated old house can be rejuvenated for orchids.
Sanada Shinzo couldn't help being immersed in this wonderful rhyme, he lost his eyesight in a trance, his eyes were filled with subtle voices, and his ears were filled with bursts of dark orchid fragrance, like heavy snow in the snow country, The calf is deeply submerged, and it is like the land after the rain. The grass shoots out of the wet soil.
It was something I had never experienced before, such a slow and powerless decay, like the setting sun, gradually unable to support the sun, so I had to gradually fall into the sea helplessly and resentfully.
But at the same time, something young, full of vitality and vitality is playing in it, with curiosity, courage, hope, like... ah, yes, like the rising sun that is about to poke its head out of the sea.
"arrive."
The young lady's voice awakened Sanada Shinzo from this wonderful fantasy. The gravel road had come to an end, and the wooden floor appeared under his feet.
"Please come in."
Although the courtyard was very barren and decayed, the houses of the mansion were unexpectedly clean and tidy. Although it could not be called glamorous, it was enough to say that it was well-organized.
The structure of the house was complicated, and after a few turns, Shi Shiran finally stopped by a sliding door.
The young lady bent down, knelt and sat by the door, and asked inside the door in a low voice.
"Excuse me, mother, the guest has arrived."
"Please come in."
The voice in the room is majestic and solemn. Although it has begun to age, it still carries the arrogance and sharpness of the Chinese.
"Brush—" The paper door was pulled open, and Sanada Shinzo walked in.
In the reception room with six stacks, there is a square coffee table in front of the closet. A middle-aged woman in a purple kimono sits upright behind the table. She must be the hostess of the house.
Sanada Nobuzo walked across from the woman and sat down cross-legged.
"Old Fujiwara Tokazu." The lady leaned slightly, her back straightened, her eyes closed and she nodded, pushing a cup of fragrant tea in front of Sanada Shinzo.
"Mrs. Fujiwara." Sanada Nobuzo also returned the gift, taking a sip of the fragrant tea.
"Xia Sanada Xinzang, I happened to pass by here, and I would like to bother you for a few days."
"Excuse me for being rude, what is Mr. Sanada doing here?" The lady's eyes stayed on the sword wrapped in black cloth next to Sanada Nobuzo, and then left.
"Being favored by others, I came here to find something in return." He paused, reached out to caress the sword beside him, and untied the black satin, revealing the hilt and a short scabbard.
"Excuse me, this is my sword."
Mrs. Fujiwara glanced at the handle of the knife, paused for a moment, slightly surprised but still maintained her expression, and her voice was still reserved.
"It can be seen that it is a good knife."
"You are too good." Sanada Shinzo rewrapped the sword.
"The house is poor and there are few people, I'm afraid the reception will not be good."
"I took the liberty of nagging." Sanada Shinzo leaned over to express his thanks.
Mrs. Fujiwara turned her head and ordered out of the room: "Ah Bai, take Mr. Sanada to the guest room."
"Yes, mother." The lady's Qingli voice came from outside the door.
"What exactly is Mr. Sanada looking for?" The lady sent Sanada Nobuzo to the guest room, but she suddenly spoke at the door. She lowered her head, and the speed of her speech soon completely lost the joy before, but complained a little.
Sanada Nobuzo paused, and then said, "I don't know."
"Eh?! I don't know?!" The lady raised her head in surprise, met Sanada Shinzo's eyes, felt ashamed again, and quickly turned her head to mutter in a low voice, "How can people find something they don't know? It's really embarrassing. "
The samurai smiled and said nothing.
The only sound left in the air was the slight breathing of the young lady, and the creaking sound of the wooden floor of the old house from time to time.
"Will Mr. Sanada live here forever?" The lady lowered her head, rubbing the corner of the kimono with her right index finger and thumb. Her fingers were slender and her nails were neatly trimmed.
"Ah, probably so." The black-haired samurai replied, "Just call me Shinzo. To be honest, I'm not much older than Miss."
"Ah...yes, Mr. Xinzang." The lady agreed, "Mr. Xinzang can just call me Abai, everyone...that's what they call me, miss, it sounds really strange." Laugh yourself first.
The girl's brisk laughter wafted through the air, and even the aging dust of the old wooden house became young together.
"I'm leaving, mother still has something to order."
"Please." Sanada Nobuzo nodded.
Ah Bai saluted and said goodbye, and trotted away with brisk steps, the corridor echoed with thumping sounds.
"Ah, by the way, I heard that a very powerful master Onmyoji has come to the town, maybe you can visit him?"
Ah Bai leaned out half of his body from the corner again, looked into the eyes of Sanada Shinzo and said, the sideburns by his ears were hanging on his face, completely gone from the quiet and polite appearance just now, he smiled after speaking, accompanied by thumping again The sound of footsteps disappeared.
Sanada Shinzo sat in the living room and meditated. The old wooden house smelled of moldy wood and dust floating in the air. This environment made him very at ease. Sitting in such a room reminded him of the time when he was weaving The day when the Tian family practiced swordsmanship.
The air in the dojo there is also full of sunshine-like dust, and the wooden floor will make a creaking sound, very quiet, quiet with no one around, what kind of sound...
What's this?Suddenly, a subtle and distant barking sound came from Sanada Shinzo's ear, sharp, angry, and vicious.From far to near and then suddenly appear in the ear close to the pinna!
Something wet and cold and soft licked his ear, heavy panting rang in his ear, and the cold breath sprayed on the side of his neck, making his hair stand up.
Sanada Nobuzo suddenly opened his eyes in meditation, panting loudly, stroked the sword on his side with his right hand.
But the barking sound in his ears disappeared, and it disappeared suddenly the moment he opened his eyes, as if everything just now was just an auditory hallucination, nothing more than a demon.
But is it so?Sanada Shinzo frowned, and put his right hand on his heart, feeling the powerful beating in his chest.
Such a ferocious cry, full of anger and resentment, resentment and hatred, makes one's neck bone chill, makes one shudder, and makes one feel that the ferocious wolf dog is about to rush forward to bite people's flesh in the next second Neck bone, chewing human flesh and blood.
"Huh...ha..." Sanada Shinzo gasped, cold sweat pouring out of his spine, he arched his back, panting heavily to relieve the suffocation of fear caused by the bewilderment just now.
"What is that, what is that exactly?!" The samurai gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, feeling the soothing hum of Wakizashi.
"Is that that? Is that...thing the purpose of my coming here?" Sanada Shinzo murmured, his tense nerves gradually relaxed, and his hand stroked Wakizashi's handle one after another, and his breathing also changed. The movement is stable, the pupils lose focus, the thinking becomes stiff and slow, and the consciousness drifts outside the body.
The house is quiet again, no one is there, only the silence of nature, the boy sitting in the living room seems to have become a dead tree, the roots broke through the floor from the soil and wrapped around his arms, around his calloused fingers, Puncture the vein from the inside of the elbow, rooting towards the heart in the flow of blood.
His skin gradually turned black, turning into a cracked brown like tree bark, with green veins, his eyes gradually lost their luster, turning into pupils of death, wrapped in resin into amber, and his hair turned into vines And branches, his last words turned into ripe berries.
His sword becomes the nourishing bone at the root of the tree.
"Dingling—" the ringing bell of the shrine came from the darkness.
"Dingling——" the bell rang from far to near, echoing in the left ear.
"Dingling—" the bell rang suddenly in the right ear again.
A bit noisy, Sanada Shinzo thought.
Who is disturbing my sleep?Who is making noise in my ears?
Shut up, shut up, let me sleep for a while, just for a while...
"Open your eyes." Someone shouted in his ear.
Sanada Shinzo's eyelids trembled, and he slowly opened his blank eyes. His thinking was still frozen and his memory was still blocked.
He saw a piece of paper floating in front of his eyes, half of his vision was blocked by the paper, and the vermillion lines permeating behind the paper could be vaguely seen.
As for the other half of the line of sight, Sanada Shinzo paused, and his gaze was captured by the wizard's blue eyes.
The blue eyes are very close together, so close that the samurai can clearly see the tiny blood streaks on the whites of the opponent's eyes, and see the uneven distribution of colors in the blue pupils, like marble, like ice. layers, like porcelain.
Like language, like souls, like love potions used by wizards.
"You're awake." He heard the voice, and the warm breath sprayed in front of the tip of his nose.
"Who are you?" The samurai couldn't help asking, bewildered by the demon.
The author has something to say: As you can see, the purpose of this article is for the plot, so the shaping of the character [Sanada Shinzo] will be greatly reduced. As a participant, Sanada Shinzo will become your eyes and witness what happened everything.
(I like Miss Abai www a little bit, by the way, Yaolang has appeared again:)
That poem is still edited by me xjb x
There are a lot of things going on recently... let alone want to pigeon (bu
But every time I open the document, I will happily write down
I like Japanese literature a little bit but I can’t write it qwq
Still love this story!I hope you like it too (hey
above. )