sinovels Chapter 44 The Fourth Dose of Medicine
Chapter 44 The Fourth Dose of Medicine
what is that?Is that real?
That is true?Fake?Hallucination?Reality?
What exactly is it that I'm going through?
What's on that wooden door?
What is that man's fingertip?
And what is dripping on the thorn?
Sanada Nobuzo stood at the door of Fujiwara House, counting the textures on the wooden door boredly.
It was still early, and the merchants in the town might just open their doors with a yawn, but Sanada Nobuzo was already waiting at the door for the lady to come out and go to the town together.
The weather in the morning is still a bit cool, the dew in the air sticks to the sleeves, and the arms can still feel wet and cold.
Sanada Shinzo couldn't help yawning, shook the dew on his clothes, changed his posture and continued to wait.He came out a little early, and the samurai obviously underestimated the enthusiasm of women for going out.
"I am so sorry to keep you waiting!"
The young lady walked over slowly while yelling and waving her hands.Today she is wearing a pink kimono with beautiful shapes embroidered with gold and silver thread. Her hair is well combed and tied into a small bun by her ears, decorated with tassels.
Ah Bai carefully covered the grass with a handkerchief, carefully stepped on the stones without mud stains, and took care that his clothes would not be soiled before going out.
"Miss looks really good today."
"How can there be..." Ah Bai defended in a low voice, while brushing his hair.
"How? How about I go to town like this? Will I be laughed at?"
"No, there is no such thing as wearing a kimono on the street and being laughed at."
"It's disgusting, Mr. Samurai can really talk. What era is this? It's nice to go out in western clothes."
"No, miss, the kimono looks better, just like a peaceful lady."
"This is not the Heian era."
"It's also no longer the age of the samurai."
Sanada Nobuzo and Abai looked at each other and smiled, relaxed but inevitably a little lonely.Is the introduction of new things and new cultures a good thing for this country?The culture and style of the past, the swords of the samurai and the folding fans of the nobles, the Japanese-style courtyard, and the hospitality of the host family are slowly being replaced.Be it the Heian period or the Kamakura period, the literary rhyme of a thousand years ago will never reappear.
Only this dilapidated courtyard, this old-fashioned and harsh lady, this smart lady, are still foolishly resisting the torrent of the times.
Ah, by the way, and samurai swords.
"Then let's part here." Sanada Shinzo said goodbye to the lady in front of the teahouse, and made an appointment to meet at the same place after lunch. The lady pointed the way to the pawn shop for Sanada Shinzo, and told the samurai carefully Sanada Shinzo thanked the young lady for an estimated amount of money for a gorgeous folding fan, and then watched the young girl in kimono disappear briskly into the gradually noisy street.
It's nice to be young.The samurai couldn't help sighing silently in his heart.Although Sanada Nobuzo may not be much older than the young lady, the youngsters who grew up during the war are always a bit more mature than those in the peacetime. His father died early, and his mother died in such a desperate way. The ambitions of the Tian family or the adventures in the world of heroes have made the samurai learn to calm down early, and it is difficult to chase romantic and beautiful things like a lady.
Maybe you can see some things here that you haven't seen for a long time.The samurai looked at the direction where the lady disappeared and smiled. Although he didn't know what the final outcome of this relationship would be, any good thing deserves people's admiration at its beautiful moment.
Sanada Nobuzo turned around with a good mood, but was shocked to find a familiar figure suddenly appeared on the road of people coming and going.
The pharmacist was dressed in exaggerated costumes, and the huge wooden box behind him blocked the sunlight, casting shadows on the profile face who was looking intently at the signboard at the entrance of the store, and the wizard's blue eyes were dimmed in the shadows.
"Ah, you..." The samurai couldn't help sighing.Although it was not surprising to see familiar people on the street, the samurai's sensitive nerves still made him feel weird.
It was like, like something was going to happen, and this coincidental meeting was the beginning of it all.
Something, something bad is going to happen.
Sanada Shinzo suddenly felt shuddering. Although the people here did not have any overwhelming power, and a samurai could easily decapitate a person, a long-lost, strange, unknown fear and weirdness made him flustered.
This world is more terrifying than he imagined.
And this terrible omen was fulfilled when the wizard slowly turned his head, and his eyes gradually converged on the blue eyes of the warrior.
"Ah, isn't this Mr. Samurai?" The drug seller smiled and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Something is about to happen, maybe it has already happened.Sanada Shinzo suddenly realized this.This grotesque incident has involved everyone, starting from him, from the time he knocked on the door.
"It's me." But the samurai is not afraid of this terrible fate that is about to come true. He only feels anticipation, with surprise and expectation, facing the unknown danger that exudes a charming and mysterious atmosphere.
The mystery made him curious, and the danger in it was enough to make him tremble. He was attracted, attracted by this fate exuding fatal temptation, just like a human being faced with a dark jungle.Knowing that the green light in the darkness will be the greedy eyes of beasts, it is still difficult to curb the desire to step into danger, and it is difficult to curb the madness of exchanging life for a short witness.
What does it matter?So what if you trade your life for this rare fate?The samurai's excitement calmed down, and he showed a relieved smile in the eyes of the wizard, as if he was reunited with an old friend.
"Mr. Samurai, is this your first visit to town?"
"Yeah, I want to pawn some things."
"Oh? Do you know how to pawn?"
"Know a little bit, do you want to walk with me?"
"No, I'm just here to buy some medicinal materials."
"it's a pity."
The samurai and the drug seller chatted casually on this street, as if they were ordinary people in the crowd.
"But there is a store I would like to invite you to visit together." The samurai smiled and looked up, looking at the drug seller who was slightly taller than him, looking at the blue eyes that fell in the shadow of the sun.Even though he knew that the drug seller in front of him was hiding mysterious power, whether it was witchcraft or sorcery, his soul was still attracted by the mysterious danger.
"Oh? What kind of store is it?" The pharmacist became interested.
"You must have heard of the small pavilion of an onmyoji. It is the new onmyoji."
The drug seller stared at Sanada Shinzo with his back to the light, and the long silence made him feel a little uneasy.
"Looks like you've already been there?" the pharmacist finally said.
"Yes." Sanada Shinzo turned his head and breathed a sigh of relief.
"So did he see...?" the pharmacist asked in a low voice, his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, but it seemed to be close to his ears, and his breath fell on the pinnae.
Sanada Nobuzo froze his body, struggled a bit but hesitated to speak.
"I don't know, I don't know if he can see it." He looked up into the blue eyes of the drug seller, and finally shook his head with a wry smile. "That's why I invited you to go with me. After all, I'm not an expert."
"Go there, Mr. Samurai."
The drug seller looked away, watching the path leading to the small pavilion of Onmyoji that he should not have known.
"Let's go and meet someone who can see."
In the darkness, the ringing bells of the shrine came.
But Sanada Shinzo and the drug seller did not meet the onmyoji as they wished.The small pavilion where the Onmyouji used to stay has long been empty, leaving only the carved wooden door tightly locked, with old wooden thorns exposed on the wooden door, and the wooden thorns are covered with a thin layer of dust.
It's as if no one has ever lived here.
Sanada Nobuzo opened his mouth slightly, a little caught off guard by the sudden change. The memory of that day was still in his mind, the carved wooden door, the smoke, the screen with the Tale of Genji painted on it, the old man, and cloudy eyes.Appearing at the right time, and then disappearing suddenly, it is like some mysterious taboo, which can only be peeped once, and then this abnormality disappears irresponsibly after breaking the daily routine.
Is that person real?Sanada Shinzo couldn't help feeling suspicious, doubting the trance memory at that time, and the indifferent mood at that time.
He stretched out his hand to touch the pattern on the wooden door, to test whether what he had experienced was real, or just a dream.He stretched out his hand, his bony fingers stretched forward, he opened his eyes, his black pupils stared unblinkingly at the tiny wooden spikes on the wooden door.
As if bewitched, he stretched out his hand inexplicably.
"Be careful."
The drug seller suddenly stepped forward and took the samurai's hand, but it was still a step too late. Sanada Shinzo felt a delayed brief tingling of his fingertips, and the blood left traces like fresh paint on the wooden thorns.
The samurai glanced at the hand held by the drug seller. The fingertip of the middle finger was punctured, and blood gushed out from the small wound, forming a round blood bead on the wound. Slowly spread downwards.
It saturates the thin calluses on the fingertips and penetrates into the fingerprints, leaving bright red marks.
"Are you all right?" the pharmacist asked, taking out a handkerchief to wipe off the blood, the small wound was no longer bleeding.
The samurai stared at his fingertips, the wound was invisible to the naked eye, except for a trace of blood remaining between the fingerprints, it was impossible to tell that the finger had been injured.
Just like all abnormalities in the world, it appears in an instant and then disappears easily, pretending as if it has never changed.
"It's okay." He rubbed his fingertips, feeling the tingling pain that still remained.
"It will always be found."
The author has something to say: update x (and there is no pit
It's like speeding up the progress... Although I like this style of writing, I feel that the effect is not good qwq
It is expected to end within 15 chapters... right?
And recently, I suddenly danced in my head... I want to see Sanada and Buzhe :)
(Although it's almost the end of the period, I still want to update it?