drunk snow

The beginning of the first lunar month is the season of colorful flowers.

Seven cherry blossoms share branches, with seven petals around the core, and they are in full bloom for seven days.It usually blooms suddenly overnight, and the branches bloom vigorously, intertwined with the shadow of the tree in the twilight of the morning. The color is like a few drops of blood splashed into the water, diluting the iron and blood, and it is insanely beautiful.

When the cherry blossoms should wither, they never linger, they are decisive and tough, and they fall in the wind in just seven days, lingering with the wind, and the falling flowers are like blowing snow.

Therefore, it is not advisable to delay the viewing of cherry blossoms. When the moon curtain falls, it is the time for the flower feast to begin.

Ever since, Honmaru happily held a banquet.

Cherry blossoms are fleeting and beautiful, but it is better to wither at the brightest moment of life than to grow old and weak to death.

Life is too short.Ever since Taro Tachi was summoned to the world, he has come to this conclusion from time to time.

When the sword body constructed with worldly objects was sharpened in the battle and left many scars, after having tasted the feeling of the sharp blade piercing the flesh to the bone, and the feeling of the knife tip cutting the flesh, his noble godhead seemed to gradually sink into the world .

Time and time again, it is precisely because of focusing on feelings that I sink even more.

There are too many things in the world that he needs to feel and experience, but life is too short.

So he had no choice but to try his best to find, to find a kind of love at first sight, deeply touched, and let him die without regret.

The examiner is really a very stylish person.

He specially chose to hold the banquet on a night when the cherry blossoms were shining and the moon was shining brightly. He bought back dozens of jugs of wine generously, as if he would never go home without getting drunk.

Paper lanterns were hung on the trees, and the candles inside the cages were burning brightly, as if they were about to burn the red lanterns, and the lights were brightly lit.

Taro shook the sake in his hand, and a petal floated into his shallow cup.

There was a lot of noise in the courtyard, he looked up at the flourishing cherry blossoms, and a sense of tranquility that was isolated from the world suddenly rose in his heart.

"I heard that if there were no cherry blossoms in full bloom, there would be no spring scenery in the world. When I saw it today, the scenery is really stunning."

"Your Majesty is in great spirits. Have another cup?"

In front of his eyes, the Lord asked Song Xian to fill up the wine glass, and then drank it down in one gulp.

Taro used a small porcelain white cup with a shallow bottom and a large mouth, while the judge held a wooden square wine vessel, and there was a huge difference in size alone.Until just now, the amount of wine the lord drank was beyond calculation, but only a faint blush appeared on his cheeks.

There are a lot of alcoholic beverages bought back, but he heard that among the drunkards, the drunkards only drink sake, and the judge who picks the sake to drink is the real drunkard.

The lord seemed to notice Taro's gaze, and smiled at him.

He quickly raised his head and drank the wine, raised his glass and nodded to the judge.

The petals slipped into his mouth with the wine, and Taro chewed the petals with his canine teeth, and the fragrance of flowers seemed to overflow from his mouth.

Taro is a person who does not eat fireworks.When he was out of battle, he always stood in the courtyard and looked at the crowds, feeling the growth and withering of flowers and trees, and the change of seasonal temperature, and then passed the day like this, day after day.

It is often said that he is difficult to get close to, not only because of his tall stature, but also because he often comments on everything with a scrutinizing gaze.

He will judge, analyze, and dissect a person, which is the way he is used to others.

You need to understand thoroughly, and then you can rest assured that you will hand over your back to the so-called companions.

This clumsy way may be due to the fact that he has been enshrined in the shrine for a long time and lacks the opportunity to communicate with others.

Others said that he was ignorant of current affairs, usually calm and indifferent, but when he was on the battlefield, he actively intervened in the world, like a wild storm blowing in.

Then he enjoys the thrill of cutting bones with the blade and beheading the enemy.

Then he tasted the sharpness like cutting a piece of meat on a plate, and the blood burst.

Then he himself jumped forward and raised the knife with his hand, causing blood to flow on the battlefield and completely forgetting his companions.

So he was sued, saying that his eyes were terrible, he was not social, and his behavior of always standing in the courtyard was too abnormal.Even his younger brother Jiro suggested to him that he might as well make friends with Okurigara and be Honmaru's happy lonely two wolves.

Maybe he is really out of tune with the world, even if he is fascinated by the beautiful colors of the ups and downs of life in the world.

Taro is proud of himself as a celestial being, but the more perfectionist his self-confidence, the easier it is to feel inferior.His height makes him feel at a loss, even horses are afraid of his height, and he is still disliked by his companions for his flawed personality.

But the judge always smiled and said to him: It doesn't matter, you are already fine, just be yourself!

Then the lord will stand in the courtyard with Taro, admiring the intertwined flowers, looking at the setting sun, and sighing that the cherry blossoms are so beautiful.

Even though the scrutinizing eyes were judging him, he just smiled calmly.

It's okay, I accept you, just be yourself.

What a man.More like a fairy than him, gentle and ethereal, the master he admires.

Taro filled himself with wine, and next to the jug were Hanami dumplings, a combination of red, green and white, three skewers on a plate.

Everyone has a plate, but Taro is not fond of sweets, so he eats a bunch and puts it aside.

He wanted to give the dumplings to other people, and the short swords who like sweets would probably accept them, but unfortunately those children would not take the initiative to approach the indifferent and tall Taro, and he was too embarrassed to rashly move his seat into a place where there were groups of children, so he had to give up .

He looked around, there were a lot of people in Honmaru, and they formed several circles based on the topic, and there was a lot of noise.

Just now, he heard the lord ask where is Setian.

Before the banquet started, Taro still saw him helping in the kitchen, but he didn't know when he disappeared.

Anyway, Sejian often runs around the streets, so the judges don't take it seriously, and he is a public enemy of Honmaru, even if he disappears for a hundred days, the swordsmen may not go out to find his body for him.

The last time the interrogator fell ill unexpectedly, although the evidence was not enough to convict him, it also made Setian scolded for several days.

Everyone was shouting and beating, exhausted bombing, uninterrupted pressure from public opinion, but two weeks later, Setian still wanted to go to the kitchen.

Maybe something else happened in the dim sum?

Taro thought about it.However, apart from being slightly drunk, his consciousness and bodily functions are normal.

The others didn't look too bad, just ordinary drunks.

In the circle around him, Kami Kiyomitsu was already completely drunk, leaning forward and back with a smile on Yamato Moran's shoulders.

Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro shouted "I want to dedicate the whole world to the master" while getting drunk.

Smiling Qing Jiang was also drunk, and coaxed Grandma Shan to talk about nasty jokes, coaxing himself to start first, and the theme was all about the interrogator, causing everyone's blood to boil and shouts.

As for men, it is inevitable to be wretched occasionally, but it is too much to add imitation actions to the vivid description.

Taro turned his head away, and couldn't bear to watch anymore, Honmaru's style was lowered by these drunks.

Just as he was about to pour another glass of wine, the interrogator had already moved his seat, shook the empty porcelain plate, and begged him for the two skewers of dumplings—the plates of the others were all pure white. I want to give my lord a special red plum porcelain plate with a white background.

In order to meet the occasion, the lord changed from the usual one today and changed into a kimono dyed light red, just to set off the color of the porcelain plate. The background is a sea of ​​cherry blossoms, which is picturesque and beautiful.

When the two approached, a faint smoky smell climbed up the senses with the wind.

"My lord, are you secretly smoking a pipe again?"

Taro asked quietly.It stands to reason that the judge should be in the smoking cessation period now.

"I've endured it for a week, but I can't take it anymore. Shhh, don't tell Kiyomitsu."

The lord smiled and raised his index finger and pressed it to his lips, indicating that he would keep it secret. Then he quickly finished eating the dumplings, followed by a few glasses of sake. He liked glutinous rice dumplings very much, so he showed a satisfied smile.

Like a child's innocent smile, soft and sweet.

very nice.Taro couldn't help but think about it.

I hope that time will be suspended in the harmonious atmosphere, and the still sweet smile will slowly seep into his eyes.

"Ahhhhhhhh──"

The next morning, Taro Tachi was woken up by Kiyomitsu's screams.

When he came to the door of the God Inquisitor's room where everyone gathered for no reason, he couldn't help but slightly widened his eyes in surprise.

He saw that the judge had shrunk into the appearance of a seven or eight-year-old child, blinking his eyes and looking at them.

The kimono that fit the original shape is now loosely covered on the body like a cloth bag. The pair of still beautiful plum-colored eyes are full of emotions such as doubt, confusion, and fear. They are so pitiful, as if they are the uninvited guests here .

"Master, lord, lord... lord...?"

Qingguang was obviously frightened and dumb, he opened his mouth and was dumb for a long time before slowly jumping the needle.

"Well, who are you guys? Where is my brother?"

Not only has the body shape changed, but even the memory seems to have returned to his childhood.His round almond eyes were moist and gleaming, like a newborn deer, extremely pure, and he asked questions in a tender and soft voice, which made their ears puff up.

"Do you know? In fact, your father is short of money, so he sold you to us, and you will work hard for us here in the future!"

Leaving other things aside, scaring people is my job. The appearance of being bullied in front of him made Tsurumaru feel itchy in his bones, so he jumped out without hesitation and threatened loudly, making the little interrogator shrink back in fright.

"My father is a rich man, so he won't sell me casually... Are you human traffickers? Do you want to exchange me for my father's money?"

He tried his best to defend himself with aggrievedness, and the naturally formed tears swirled in his eyes.

Before Okuri stretched out his legs and kicked Tsurumaru, Kiyomitsu had already pushed Tsurumaru far away, explaining in a very sincere tone.

"It's not a human trafficker! Don't listen to that uncle's nonsense, we are your father's friends, and we are, uh, the sword casting field! Didn't your father say yesterday that he would send you here to play with us for a few days? Right? ? Have you forgotten?」

"I have no impression..."

"There must be, you think about it slowly. Do you think brother and I look like a bad person? Not like it? I won't lie to you. Daddy will pick you up in a few days, so just stay here a little bit wronged. You "Look over there, there is a cute rabbit."

Qingguang coaxed shamelessly, beckoning the white rabbit who was hiding in the corner to come over.

Bouncing Zaemon, who was usually at odds with him, may have sensed that the situation was different, but today he responded to his call very docilely.

The little lord held the rabbit in his arms, stroked its soft white fur, and finally relaxed a little.

Because of this unexpected situation that was difficult to deal with, the battle was completely suspended.

Everyone stayed in the pill to look after the god judge, fearing that he would bump and bump while playing and leave scars on this delicate and petite body.

Taro sat on the edge of the porch watching the swaying cherry blossoms, with chasing and playing figures passing by from time to time.

After all, the child is innocent and innocent, and soon gets along well with the short knives, using the whole Honmaru as a playground for hide-and-seek.

The lord got tired of playing games, and when he saw him in a daze in the porch, he came over, not afraid of his height at all.

He was wearing a temporarily cut kimono, and the cut was patched up with needlework.

He sewed the seam himself, and although it was shaped like a centipede, it was still durable.

Taro called his lord softly.

"I'm not the lord. Everyone usually calls me Second Young Master."

"Really? I'm Taro Tachi."

The god judge opened his hand, holding several small cloth bags with different patterns in them, which were filled with rice grains and beans, commonly known as hand jade or sandbags.

He threw the hand jade up and caught it, but he always missed it. After several attempts, he pushed the hand jade in trouble.

"Brother Taro, can you play Tedama?"

After the first few trials, Taro was able to throw and catch freely, which made the little lord look adoring.In fact, he thought it was probably because the cloth bag was small, while his palm was big, but he didn't mind temporarily being the master in the eyes of the children.

Ever since the second young master mistakenly thought that Taro was the god of games, he often took the toy toys Qingguang bought for him to find him for fun.

Today he took a Kendama and asked Taro to demonstrate it to him.

Taro groped for the structure, and finally managed to slowly turn the jade from the large dish back to the tip of the sword, and then from the small dish to the middle dish. It took him a long time for this alone, but the god judge was always watching intently.

When he finally mastered the trick and started to quickly exchange the positions of the jades, the lord's expression of joy was beyond words.

Such a smile, pure and lovely, without any stain of whiteness.

In fact, because of his frustratingly large size, Taro has always had a penchant for petite and cute things.

The short knives, horses, or the white rabbit who is often nicknamed Bunta are all cute.

It's just that when he enters the stables, the horses are usually intimidated by his height and dare not approach him.Toshiro and the others would not talk to him, and the rabbits would even run away when they saw his approaching shadow.

Even so, he still finds it cute.Only at this time, he will have a rare softness in his eyes.

He appears to be clean, innocent, and even world-weary.Silent and quiet, so silent that it almost blends into the scenery.

However, the lord approached him unsuspectingly and talked to him, no matter when.

No matter when, walk into the bottom of his heart, blowing with the breeze dyed with cherry blossom color, knocking his heart with the sound of jade hitting the blade of the sword.

"Hey, Mr. Tortoise, Mr. Turtle. In this vast world, no other animal is slower than you. Why are you moving so slowly?"

As Taro began to flip Kendama smoothly, the lord sang a nursery rhyme in a low voice.

The clear and clean sound is as smooth as ooze, like spring water flowing through rocks, arousing water droplets to burst like ice crystals all over the ground, crystal clear.

He couldn't help laughing when the protagonist occasionally prolonged his tone deliberately because he forgot a word.

Then the young master hit him with a smile as bright as a flower blooming.

He couldn't help stopping his thoughts, and wondered if this was the so-called love at first sight, deeply touched by him?

──It's the third day, and the body of the judge obviously shows no signs of returning to its original state.

However, although the body shape has changed and the memory is obviously lacking, the protagonist is still calm and breezy in his bones. He can know a little bit by observing his daily work and rest. It almost blends the lively life style of a child, but his heart is still mature.

For example, he would beg Qingguang to let him smoke and look at the pipes stored in the pipe table.

For example, he will subconsciously use "I have nothing to do" to perfuse others.

Another example is that he is actually very used to being hugged by the swordsmen, making intimate physical contact.

So when Taro stands in a daze in the courtyard, the lord will involuntarily accompany him to enjoy the flowers, as long as he is not too busy playing.

Today, Taro still seems to be melting into the silence in the pleasant scenery.

The sky was overcast and it started to rain lightly.But he didn't intend to enter the door to hide from the rain, he still stood unshakably in the garden.

He always enjoys flowers, no matter what kind of flowers.

It seems to be able to see a bit of worldly clarity from those fleeting lives.

The swallowtail dances lightly, the flower leans on the butterfly, the butterfly loves the flower, the raindrops wet the wings of the butterfly, so it falls lightly, falls into the flowers and slowly disappears.

The rain seems to be getting heavier, but he is reluctant to leave because he is nostalgic for the flow of life and the flying atmosphere of the world.

In a daze, he heard the sound of clogs walking on the slippery ground.

He turned his head to look back, and the breeze accompanied by rain blew his long hair and sleeves with water droplets.

The Lord was walking towards him holding the red oil-paper umbrella.

In the past, the gods often held their beloved paper umbrellas, let the rain and snow stain the umbrella edges, and leaned against the red plums, like a fairy in a painting.

I saw him coming over, trying to stand on tiptoe and raise his arms high, trying to hold an umbrella for Taro, but the height gap was too big.

Taro bent down slightly so that the umbrella could accommodate two people.

"Second Young Master, does your forehead still hurt?"

Taro found that there was a patch on his head to cover the swollen bag. It was the tragedy caused by the short threshold when Yamabuku Kunihiro let the lord ride on his shoulders and rushed into the house while laughing. .

"Although Brother Yaoken applied medicine for me, it still hurts a bit."

Taro thought for a while, then stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, the warm palm covered the wound, with a little tender pain.

"Pain, pain, fly away."

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere fell into an embarrassing silence, only the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella, and Taro coughed.

"I lost my composure, please forget about it. I also often hit the threshold, and it will be fine in a few days."

The judge finally couldn't help laughing out.

Soft and green, with a smile as sweet as ever, even the raindrops are like desserts, like sugar, sweet and frightening.That smile rubbed his heart like glutinous rice balls, it was too sweet.

But, that's great.

Maybe we shouldn't be too obsessed with chasing the one-shot touch, he thought.Even though it penetrated slowly like a toxin, the final and thorough taste still left him with endless aftertaste, making him die without regret.

This is his world, his master.

The corner of Taro Tachi's mouth raised slightly.

──In the early morning of the next day, Taro was about to enter the house after finishing his morning farm work.

He saw Seti, who had disappeared for three days and returned to Honmaru last night, passing in front of his eyes, followed by the judge who had returned to his original form.

Dressed in white clothes, with an unpredictable smile as usual, leisurely as if nothing happened in the past three days.

Taro was surprised for a moment and forgot to bow his head before entering the door, but his forehead hit the threshold.

The judge covered his mouth with his sleeve and smiled at him, then reached out and rubbed the wound for him.

"A pain, a pain, fly away."

The protagonist smiled sincerely and happily, but it was Taro who blushed rarely.

He hurriedly wanted to escape, but accidentally bumped into the door frame again.

This world!My lord!

Taro Tachi touched his forehead, which had been hit twice in a row, and asked the sky speechlessly.

The author has something to say:

In my eyes, Brother Taro is just a natural stupid who often performs photosynthesis in the courtyard.

Because it is so big, it likes small things very much. It is obviously a celestial being, but it is attracted by the world. The contrast is cute.

Although it's all just my delusion wwwwwww

Speaking of the fact that the protagonist suddenly turned into a child, I will explain it later, don’t hit me first, and more people will become other things in the future (?)

Just wait until the time to play again_(:3」∠)_

The lord is just singing a waka, and the words spring and color are framed in it. I am also drunk, so can't I read the context and be safe? QAQ (Song fairy expresses anger!)