[Onmyoji] Fengshen's dad's daily life

The little demon fox ran for a distance on the corridor, and soon his eyes lit up.

He saw the pillars planted in the corner of the yard. The small bamboo leaves can be used to make the sails of the petal boats, and even the masts are saved. However, the clump of bamboos is not close to the corridor, and if you want to pick the leaves, you have to walk through a road. Bluestone Road.

The little demon fox stood under the corridor, wagging its tail, looked up at the sky, then at the bamboo, turned back and patted the little tengu seriously: "I'm going to pick the leaves, you wait here for me."

The little tengu grabbed the tip of his tail and tugged to prevent him from passing. He stuffed the lotus petals in his hand and ran out.

"Eh? Dog!"

The little tengu ran fast, and the clogs stepped on the bluestone board, splashing small pieces of water, and the small water splashed all the way on the bluestone road.He ran to the bamboo and stretched out his hand to pick it up. The bamboo was shaken by him, and big drops of water fell down. He wiped his eyes casually, and quickly turned around and ran back to the corridor.

The rain was not too heavy, and the little tengu didn't get wet too much. He shook his wings to shake off the small water droplets on the silver fluff. He spread his palm and stretched it out in front of the little demon fox, "Leaf. See if you like that."

"Let's make this one smaller." The little demon fox picked out a small bamboo leaf, and threw the others into the flowers, then looked at the little tengu and stroked his little wings, "Hey~ You didn't get wet! "

"Actually, my hair is a little wet..." Little Tengu puffed up his round cheeks, and blew on his wet strand of forehead hair. When he found that it couldn't be blown, he raised his hand and scratched, "But this one was caught by bamboo. I got wet from the water above, and now it’s not raining heavily, so I won’t get wet if I run fast.”

Hearing this, the little demon fox was eager to give it a try. Looking outside, he threw the bamboo leaves and flower petals in his hand to the little tengu, "I'll give it a try!"

After he finished speaking, he ran out quickly, slapped the stagnant water on the bluestone road, ran under the bamboo, braked sharply, turned around and ran back.

"Oops!" The little demon fox suddenly yelled, staggered and hopped forward a few times, then turned around and hopped back, hooked the wooden clogs that had been accidentally thrown off his feet to his feet, put them on, and ran back quickly .

He was slightly wet by the rain during this delay, and a lot of water droplets condensed on the ends of his hair and the fox fur.

The little demon fox ran back to the corridor, stood in front of the little tengu, let out a breath, shook his head vigorously, and then shook his big tail to shake off the water droplets.

"It's a little wet." The little tengu touched his fox ears and squeezed them with his fingers.

"I lost my shoes." The little demon fox puffed her cheeks unhappily, took off her wooden clogs, and stood barefoot on the corridor floor, ready to make a second trip.

With all his strength, he rushed into the rain curtain, but just as he took a step away from the corridor, a pair of white hands stretched out, accurately and quickly lifted him under his arms, lifted him up, and brought him back.

The little demon fox was stunned for a moment, and then found himself standing back in the corridor, his cheeks tightened, and a piece of cheek flesh was pinched, "Oh."

"Oh, what?" Yimulian squatted in front of him, pinched his cheeks with his fingers, and reprimanded, "Why are you running outside when it's raining? Want to drink ginger soup? If you catch a cold, I won't give it to you. put sugar."

"Lian sauce..."

"And Xiaotian," Yimulian didn't listen to the little demon fox's coquettish behavior, and turned his gaze to the little Tiangou next to him, "You can't mess around with Fluffy Naughty, stop him more, and you can't do dangerous things."

"Well, I was wrong." Little Tengu sincerely admitted his mistake, thought for a while, and asked again: "Then what is a dangerous thing?"

"It will be harmful to yourselves." Yimulian picked up the wooden clogs that the little demon fox had thrown off, and patted the little demon fox's calf. It’s not good for your health, so you can’t shower, you understand?”

"Understood." The two boys responded in unison.

"I made sweet lotus seed soup, I'll eat some later." Yimulian put a handkerchief on the little demon fox's head to wipe his ears and hair, and asked casually, "What is Xiaotian holding in his hand?"

"Petal boat." Little Tengu stretched out his hand to show him the lotus petals and bamboo leaves he was holding, "It's not ready yet."

"Then let's make the petal boat first, and go back to the classroom when it's done." Yimulian finished wiping the little demon fox's head and then wiped his tail. Five, they sent the sweet lotus seed soup, if you go back late, Huang might punish you not to eat it."

Little Tengu became a little anxious when he heard it, and he took the little demon fox to make a petal boat, and then went to eat sweet lotus seed soup.

Because they were in a hurry to eat, they didn't have the patience to make the petal boat too delicate, so they just inserted the small bamboo leaves in the middle of the petals, and then grabbed two pieces of down feathers of the little tengu for decoration, and they were done, and put them in the pond to let them Float by yourself.

Yimulian didn't help, leaning on the pillar with arms crossed, smiling as he watched the two of them busy.

The hastily made petal boat was placed in the pond, and the two children stood up and moved closer to Yimulian, hugging his legs.

"Okay, let's go back." Yimu Lian said, bending down to hug the little demon fox, holding his little butt in his arms, and holding the little tengu with the other hand, the two walked back to the classroom.

In the classroom, Huang had already filled the sweet lotus seed soup brought by the two dragons, and the two dragons surrounded their own soup pots, with one dragon claw resting on the side of the pot, waiting for Yimulian to come back while feeling greedy. .

Sitting at the table, Huang looked sideways at the door, his eyes passed through the thin rain curtain, and the swaying flowers and leaves, and saw Yimulian walking on the corridor at the other end of the courtyard.