Card Draw Blade

"Look at the cat leaning against the glass. When people stroke the cat inside the glass, it also rubs against the glass, thinking it's petting. What's the difference between you and it, Miss Future?"

She likes to use illusion, like to create something out of nothing, like to create, and create a world of her own to be accepted by others.

This is her ability when she wanders the world after becoming an undead.

No one doesn't like to dream, and no one doesn't like to be in their own world in the future, even ghosts, so no one can pull the future out of that room except for the ghost lamp to wake up the dreamer.

Mirai Aoki is like that cat.

She yearns for these things, yearns for love, tolerance, and happiness. Of course, there is nothing wrong with that. After all, most human beings are pursuing them in their mediocre lives.

She created a wonderful world for herself but everyone, including her, knew it was fake.

Before the ghost lamp entered that room, all the ghosts were not spared. Although all the ghost soldiers were not injured or injured, they all dreamed for a week. In the end, these nobles were punished by the ghost lamp. It's over, it's still a ghost lamp.

The moment he walked into the house, the dim and hazy room dissipated like a tide, and the illusion was activated. The ghost lamp saw the big waves gushing out of his mind, the grassland with butterflies and bees flying, and the birth of life. Animal leisure.The surface of the eyeballs is completely occupied by intense and stimulating light, and amidst the dancing butterflies and the inspiring breeze, a girl in black clothes sits upright.

The place where she sits is a wooden board, the smooth and shiny board is made of high-quality wood, the incense burner is lit, the white smoke forms a straight line from the bottom to the top, and the tea is fragrant, as if welcoming guests.

"Good day, my lord," she said.

Ghost Lantern walked over without speaking, and did not set foot on this flat space.

"I know who you are. If you don't have strong spiritual power, you will fall directly into your dreams."

"What are you doing these things for?"

"for……"

Her hands stopped and fell to her sides.

She was originally the daughter of a nobleman, but later her family fell into poverty, but when she was a child, she knew the rules of tea ceremony, flower arrangement and walking.It's just that the ghost came menacingly and ruined it all.

Later, in the Ghost Killing Squad, I met the person who made the marriage contract, and through him, I met more unrestrained, natural people who risked their lives for others.These rules don't appear on him very much, and he knows that he will become a dead soul by committing suicide.

She didn't kill the ghosts, didn't fulfill the lord's entrustment, her obsession and her powerless resentment became this enchantment.

Maybe someone just needed to knock her over the head and tell her it was over, but so far no one.

Except ghost lights.

Aoki Mirai wakes up from the nightmare, the moment his consciousness breaks free from the depths, those self-loathing disappear along with the memory, and become a sense of loss.

Birds are chirping outside the window, and summer cicadas are starting to make noise.

The sweltering heat from the heart to the outside flows through the whole body along with the blood, Aoki Mirai stood up from the bed, went straight to the bathroom and flushed a handful of cold water, while wiping his face and buttoning the mosquito-bitten bag on his neck, the whole set came down I have completely forgotten about the things in the dream.

This Sunday happened to be the time I made an appointment with Xing Shoulang to go to the art exhibition.

After tidying up, I went downstairs to have breakfast, and Lisha put the fragrant egg bread on the table.

"I woke up quite early, I thought you would forget your promise with Xing Jurou," Risa joked.

Aoki Mirai pouted: "What, how do you know I'm going to the art exhibition?"

"Art exhibition?" Lisha seemed surprised for a moment: "I don't know, so you are going to the art exhibition. You liked to go there when you were young, with Xing Julang and Qian Julang..."

With her back turned, she was talking while doing something.

"Really, I forgot, I used to play together when I was young, but going to art exhibitions is so high-end hahahahahaha!" Answered the conversation as usual.

Lisha stared at the pot and was silent for a while: "Do you know whose art exhibition to go to?"

"I don't know that Xing Shoulang bought the ticket to invite me. I didn't want to go because I finally wanted to play games on the weekend, but he... Hey, isn't he my teacher? He is too majestic, so I agreed by accident... "

Mirai Aoki put something into his mouth with a bitter face.

"That's it, it's okay, have fun." There is only one painter who held an art exhibition in this small town recently, and that is Masato Kishibe, who is her ex-husband and Xiao Future's... father.

Her daughter has always been hostile to Masato. She thinks it was something a teacher or a classmate said when she didn't transfer to another school in Tokyo. Although she was very angry, but because there was no evidence, she decided to bring Little Mirai to the countryside.

It's terrifying.

But Risa doesn't regret it, nor does she regret her divorce. She has a small future. For her, the greatest happiness is that she has this experience in her life.

"Let's go out for dinner tonight, and I'll take you to meet a friend," Risa said.

Aoki Mirai didn't notice it, and agreed casually, even a little happy: "Okay! By the way, Mom, did our family have this?"

The little girl pointed at a painting on the wall of the dining room with a large piece of food oil in her mouth.

You must know that there are never paintings in Aoki House.

This is a very familiar painting, so Mirai Aoki said, "Did I draw this?"

"Huh?" Risa took off her apron, sat down with the last breakfast, tore a piece of bread into her mouth, puffed her cheeks, and the mother and daughter looked like two big hamsters.

Aoki Mirai continued: "It's a green sun, it's definitely a green sun. Yes, that's right. Could it be that I drew this? Why don't I have any impression?"

The frame is made of solid wood, and the whole oil painting uses a lot of green, different types, different levels, and the performance of light and shadow is very good, as if to suck people into the deep and refined atmosphere, so that Aoki Mirai, staring at it unconsciously I was stunned.

She was left by accident, and was hung in an inconspicuous place by Risa. If Aoki Mirai hadn't thought of looking aside, this painting would never have been seen, and everyone who came to this house would not have seen her. Not deliberately staring from that wall.

It is such a beautiful painting, but Risa hangs it here, except for this strange thing, from a professional point of view, Aoki Mirai feels that he will never be able to paint like this, because he knows the vanity, but it is not the same as the painting he once had in the house of Xingjurou in Purgatory. Pretty much what you see in the album.

Furthermore, the 'green sun' is a rare sight in the world.Aoki Mirai has checked the information, and it does exist, but it is born at the moment when the sun is about to disappear in the morning and evening sun. It has a probability of happening. It is even rarer than the Northern Lights. If you see it, it must be the biggest event in your life. Fortunately, this is a gift of nature.

The green coast is painted like a forest.

Risa said, "It's your father."

"Who?"

"Huh? It's your father. He gave it to me a long time ago. I saw it when I cleaned the warehouse in the morning, so I scraped it out. Otherwise, it's a pity. It's so beautiful..."

"Why didn't it be used before, but not today?"

"It's not today, it just happens to happen!"

Aoki Mirai pouted, and his cheeks stopped moving. Obviously, he wanted to say something else, but Risa interrupted directly: "Come! Eat!"

"...Okay, are you resting today?"

"No, I'll go to the company later."

Sure enough, an hour later, the little assistant and her homeroom teacher, Mr. Satu, came in a car, and Mirai Aoki also managed to rendezvous with Xing Jurou.

At the same time, time passes through the house.

Shitou Muichiro sat in a daze on the swivel chair in his room, playing with the silver shell hairpin in his hand, the long tassels wrapped around his fingers, and the unique coldness of metalware gradually faded away.

The sky he sees is supposed to be the same as the sky that Little Future sees. The warm wind blows through two pots of peculiar flowers and plants on the window sill, one is cat grass and the other is snapdragon. On the windowsill, being fed by its owner.

Catgrass was an adult from the beginning, but snapdragon was just an ordinary plant at the beginning, so it was fine.Until later, Maocao saw a huge goldfish growing from the side.

It is common for them to fight, cats to eat fish belong to racial suppression, snapdragons come from hell, and its scream is a weapon in itself.

Shitou Wuichiro watched the two of them fight, and sometimes he coughed to show that he should not go too far, and he was more concerned about the fact that he was injured by the hairpin.

When he arrived that day, everything was over, even if he could feel that what happened was beyond his common sense.

Before leaving, she only felt her glaring at the man behind her fiercely.

"Forget it..." Shitou Muichiro opened the drawer, put the hairpin into the box inside, and then began to tidy up what he needed to do today.

He just felt powerless.

The hand was stretched forward, the sleeve was shortened and a section of the wrist was exposed, and there was a red birthmark on the wrist, which grew in a circle, just like the place where he was cut off by a ghost in that game.Thinking of this, he closed the drawer uncomfortably.

He may not know how he watched that person die for his ex-fiancé in his previous life.

Like fragile butterfly wings, the stunning young butterfly rests on the tip of the nose, the cautious and frightening beauty, but it shatters to pieces in the next instant.

Suddenly the phone rang, disrupting his contemplation, it was an unfamiliar number.

"What, what, is it Shitou Wuichiro..."

this voice...

That man who looks a lot like Little Future? !