[Comprehensive] Seimei Abe is also in the Shura field today

Ever since Seimei came to him, sometimes when Huang looked at Qingming, he would feel a numbness in his left chest, and he didn't know what this feeling was, but Huang didn't hate it.

Huang embraced the chubby Yuxing Dharma, hid his body behind the Dharma egg, poked his head out, let his eyes show a little, and quietly looked Seimei carefully.

The orange sunset glow coated Qingming with a layer of gold, making his eyebrows and profile soft and beautiful.

The finger waving to indicate the little paper figurine Shikigami is also slender and tight, like it is made of jade, glowing with a soft light, making Huang can't help but want to touch it to see if it feels the same as jade .

Huang's sight was quickly spotted by Seimei, who turned his head and smiled at Huang, then asked, "Are you hungry? The cleaning here will be finished soon, please wait for me. There are so many things to talk about." If the leaves fall, we can try to make roasted sweet potatoes later. Have you ever eaten roasted sweet potatoes?"

"What is a roasted sweet potato? Can fallen leaves be roasted?" Ara asked from behind Yuxing Dharma, curiousity appeared on that round, youthful face.

"Well... how should I put it, it's a kind of food practice, but generally few people would do it, because it's very troublesome?" Qingming remembered the roasted sweet potato in the courtyard before, but he couldn't remember who it was I mentioned it, I vaguely remember it should be Jue?At that time, I felt that I suggested this, as if she had seen a monster do this before, and it was quite delicious.

Because it was very novel, everyone participated in it together, but it was the first time for everyone to do this method, and the result almost burned the yard down.Fortunately, Jiaotu, Carp Essence, and Kappa were all there, and the fire that started up was extinguished with a few moves.Although it is a bit messy, the sweet potatoes baked in the end are sweet and delicious, very delicious.

Recalling that time when the Shikigami of my family were ashamed, but satisfied with eating, Seimei couldn't help but smile.

"What are you thinking? Thinking so happily." Huang jumped down the stone steps, he couldn't wait any longer, seeing Qingming's smile, the crispy feeling on his left chest seemed to intensify.

Huang couldn't help stretching out his hand to grab Qingming's sleeve, and raised his head to ask.

"I'm thinking about my friends." Seimei replied gently.He really likes the child Huang, not only polite and gentle, but also pure and considerate in heart, the more he gets in touch with, the more he wants to protect this pure white child.

"... Qingming's partners, who are they?" Huang frowned slightly, when he saw Qingming say with such a gentle smile that he was thinking of his partners, he felt as if he was being stabbed by a needle in his left chest pain.

Are you sick?Huang didn't understand, but he subconsciously asked, as if this could make him feel better and make the strange stinging pain subside.

"There are a lot of them. They all have their own personalities. They are partners and family members that I value." Qingming thought for a while, then gently took Huang's hand that was tugging on his sleeve. The hand was a bit cold, and Qingming held Huang's hand in Hand, let the temperature of your hand warm it.

"Do you want to hear it?"

"I want to hear it! I want to know more about you!" Huang hurriedly replied, holding Seimei's hand tightly.

"Then I'll talk to you slowly, but let's make this roasted sweet potato first, and I'll tell you later while eating it?" Qingming thought that Huang asked this question out of curiosity, but didn't think too much about it.

"Well, I'll help too!" After thinking about it, Huang decided to join hands with Qingming.

"Well, if you want to help, this outfit will be very troublesome." Qingming tilted his head, thought for a while, and then took out his spare headband from his sleeve.

"Let me tie your hair up for you, it will be more convenient." Huang nodded, he stepped forward a few steps with his back to Qingming, so that Qingming could comb his long hair.Although Qingming has been with Huang in this world for a long time, he has never been so close to Huang before.

Qingming bit the headband in her mouth, combed her fingers with her right hand, and gently pulled up Huang's long hair with her left hand, then used the headband to tie Huang's long hair into a braid and tied it on Huang's head.The high braid made Huang lose the majesty and unpredictability of the Son of God, and added a lively spirit of a young man.

This hairstyle seems to have never been combed before. He touched his braids in novelty, opened his eyes slightly, and then a smile appeared on his face.

"Thank you, Qingming." Huang suddenly turned around and hugged Qingming's waist, and buried his head on Qingming's body. "At that time, I decided to let you be my divine help, it's really great...!"

Qingming gently patted the back of the lonely god, and said gently: "I will tie up your sleeves for you later, it will be much easier for you to move."

"Well, I'll trouble you next time, Seimei." Huang nuzzled Qingming with his cheek, then took a step back unwilling to let go of the warmth, and opened his arms to let Qingming tie up his sleeves for him.

Although it was Qingming's first time to do this kind of thing for others, it was simple and not difficult for him.Qingming tied up the sleeves of Huang's sleeves in a short while, so that the long sleeves would not hinder him when he moved later.

After tying up their hair and sleeves, Seimei and Ara began to roast sweet potatoes.The little paper people carried the raw sweet potatoes with bamboo baskets on their heads, and put them on the ground.Huang squatted on the side of the pile of fallen leaves, watching Qingming snap his fingers, a faint blue flame burst out from his fingertips, the flame floated down from Qingming's fingers, and sank into the pile of fallen leaves. It will start to emit a faint light and start to burn.

"Is this a spell? It's really practical." Huang said as he watched the pile of fallen leaves begin to emit heat.

Hearing Huang's words, Qingming bent her lips: "How should I say it? It's not all magic. It's a kind of branch, but it's practical." Thick branches, and then fiddle with the fallen leaves, so that the sweet potatoes buried in the fallen leaves will ripen faster.

"Is it ready to eat now?" Huang blinked and asked, rubbing his red eyes from the smoke.He was helping to fan the wind with a palm-leaf fan. At this moment, he squatted beside Qingming without any scruples, and the dignified image of Shenzi disappeared.But Huang didn't care about this, his eyes stared at the thin white mist rising from the pile of fallen leaves, this white mist was very much like the curling smoke rising from the village below the shrine, this wisp of white smoke made the empty shrine a little more The breath of separation.

"It should be ok. Come on, try it." Qingming tentatively pulled out two sweet potatoes with browned skins using a branch, and the two little paper figurine shikigami inserted the sweet potatoes with wooden chopsticks with great insight, and then One after the other, like carrying a sedan chair, the roasted sweet potato was transported to Huang's front.Another little paper figurine shikigami brought a plate early and placed it in front of Huang.The sweet potatoes were put on the plate, and Qingming Chaohuang handed over a pair of wooden chopsticks: "Try it."

"Yeah." Huang nodded, and carefully cut open the scorched skin with chopsticks, revealing the tender yellow flesh of the melon inside the wrinkled brown scorched skin, which was still steaming.Huang picked up a piece of melon meat and put it in his mouth. The hot melon meat just entered his mouth made his tongue flinch, but soon a sweetness spread on the tip of his tongue, with a little maple leaf fragrance.

"Delicious...!" Huang slightly opened his eyes, this baked sweet potato was more delicious than anything he had eaten before.

"As long as you like it, the taste is still different when you make it by yourself." Qingming also picked up a piece of sweet potato meat and chewed it slowly.

"This is the first time for me to do it myself. Before you came, the villagers usually sent the cooked meals to the shrine."

"Summer is fine, isn't it cold in winter?" Qingming frowned slightly.

"It's okay, I don't care about those." Huang shook his head, "Eating is not necessary for me."

"..." Qingming was using chopsticks to pick up another piece of cooked melon meat and put it into his mouth. Hearing this, he turned his head to look at Huang, and asked, "Aren't you hungry?"

"It's not that I won't be hungry, it's just that I seldom get hungry." Huang didn't know how to describe it, "It doesn't matter to me, and I don't need to bother everyone in the village to brave the cold wind and snow in winter. Come deliver the food."

"Really." Qingming stopped talking, and silently took out another paper bag from his sleeve, and untied the string tied on it.

"What's that?" Araki asked, looking at Seimei's paper bag spread out on his lap.

"It's wagashi. I saw a merchant selling the ingredients for this today, so I bought it and tried to make some. Do you want to try it?"

"Yes, I don't seem to have eaten this before." Huang nodded, and took the wagashi from Qingming.

This wagashi is made like a flower petal, so small and delicate, it's almost too hard to put it in your mouth.

But in the end Huang was still attracted by the fragrance, and put the petals and fruit into his mouth.

It tastes different from roasted sweet potatoes. Although they are both sweet, they feel different.Is it because the taste is more delicate?Huang doesn't understand, but Huang can be sure that this wagashi is very delicious.

"You cook deliciously." Huang whispered, twirling his fingers around the hem of his clothes. "Your friends must also eat such delicious wagashi often, right?"

Qingming didn't notice anything wrong with Huang, he continued to pick and pull the sweet potatoes in the pile of fallen leaves, and thought for a while before saying, "If you think about it carefully, you don't do it often. I only did it once or twice before, but they stopped me." After that, I never had the chance to do it again.”

"Why?" Huang was puzzled.

"Probably because they care too much about me. No matter what aspect it is, whether it's cleaning or cooking, they always protect me tightly. They always think that I shouldn't do these chores. Just let them do it." Qingming lowered her voice and closed her eyes slightly.

"I think it's delicious, thank you, Seimei. I'm very happy, I've never eaten wagashi before." Arara hesitated for a moment, and quietly held Seimei's hand.

"They also care about you, just like everyone cares about me." Huang comforted Qingming seriously.

The author has something to say: I am so hungry after writing... The childhood Huangjiang is very soft and cute, but also very aggressive.

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