drunk snow

(One)

It was the dark blue of night.Clear and deep, the summer night where the stars compete for glory.

The sound of the wind caressing the ears, stirring up the ripples on the lake, and the lightness of the water.

He saw spots of light covering the water like satin.

He can only see those spots of light, and he only wants to see those spots of light that make people dream.

When driven by the breeze, it floats up like a tulle, and the fireflies flip and dance into the night sky. Thousands of paper lanterns hang in the sky, covering up the stars, like a pair of green eyes flashing beautifully.

That was his fantasy.Beautiful, gorgeous, caught the eye.

But after the illusion was immersed in the water, it no longer flickered.Wrapped in the deafening sound of the undertide, sinking into dark twisted foam.

He is always after the fireflies, jumping into the vortex and spinning with it.

Waiting for the cold and rolling waves to soak through his body, he stretched out his hands to grab them, and even though it was futile, he still waved his hands.

He wants those blips to be immortal, and he'll do anything to change that.

──Even if your body is destroyed, you will not hesitate.

(two)

Yiqi Yizhen was full of groceries just bought from Wanwu, piled up as high as a hill, seriously obstructing his sight and making it difficult for him to move.

Then the cloak was pulled hard by the god judge, he really almost made intimate contact with the ground together with the sundries.

The judge shrank to his side, whispering to him to look forward.

He struggled to catch a glimpse of a man in a black kimono through the gaps in the sundries.

The man was followed by a sword and a mourning god: Ming □ □ Xing.Maybe the god judge from some family also went shopping, this is a common thing, he really didn't understand why the lord looked like a ghost.

"My lord, I don't have wings to protect you now, okay?"

If the protagonist is a chick, he can hide under the wings of the rooster and avoid the pursuit of the eagle.

"That person...he is my brother."

The god judge tightened his cloak and said in a low voice.Because the voice was too low, for a moment I thought I had auditory hallucinations.

He took another careful look at the man.

It is said that the god judge and his elder brother are twins. He is somewhat similar in appearance to the lord, but he is more mature and masculine than the lord.However, the posture of wearing a kimono is quite suitable, quite like a brother.

Moreover, the elder brother of the god judge is notorious in Honmaru, and he is an existence on par with Semi Migure.

Regardless of his lingering ghosts and haunting the lord's heart and demons before, just as far as he and the lord's behavior of being in love with each other and agreeing with each other has been strongly condemned by everyone... Although from time to time Forget it, he can be said to be the first spouse of the lord.

However, this man who was supposed to look like a devil in the legend had a very gentle expression, and could even be said to be amiable.

Is it yet another example of a witness who cannot be judged by his appearance?

When Yiqi was still searching for the possibility of the truth in his mind, that person had already slashed in front of them.

He made a decisive reflex action and stood up to block the judge.

"So far, I won't let you do whatever you want!"

"...?"

It wasn't until the two of them tilted their heads and showed puzzled expressions that he realized that he had done something stupid.

(three)

"People often say that my classical appearance is very suitable for this kimono."

The "elder brother" of the god judge stood up, lifted the sleeve of the kimono and twirled around, the hem of the clothes almost knocked over the teacup on the table.

The lord nodded and drank tea with a smile.

He smiled so brightly, partly because this man from the 21st century was not his brother.

Secondly, because of that silly smile, he was sure that this person was definitely not his brother.

He is also a spiritual examiner, savoring the refreshments with relish, and was surprised to observe the different decorations from his own Honmaru.Compared with this fussy man, his valet Akiyoshi seemed to be at ease, and found a place to lie down as soon as he arrived at Honmaru.

I just don't know what to say for a while.He looked up at Akashi with his head resting on his arm from above.

"That's great, rest time is the best."

Akashi said lazily to him.

Phase [-] originally wanted to tell him that the floor hadn't been mopped today, but the high-pitched shout accompanied by the sound of sliding doors colliding made him stop talking.

"Mission completed──"

Apart from Kiyomitsu, the only one who likes to report the results with a long tone is probably only Hotaru.Hotaru bumped into Yiqi with the long sword on his back, pulled his clothes and looked at Akashi lying on the ground.Akashi was frozen by his gaze, and quickly sat up.

He looked up at issue one.Phase [-] straightened his bangs for him and explained.

"This is the Ming practice of other people's family."

Hotaru nodded to show understanding, and then ran to rub against the judge, leaving the two of them staring at each other.

"Are you Hotaru's protector now?"

"It's like having an extra brother, it's nothing."

After the brief conversation ended, the atmosphere became more awkward.In the first issue, I felt guilty that I had robbed someone else's brother.

"...My lord can't forge Hotaru."

"My lord can't forge Ming □ □ Xing."

Akashi raised his eyes, and the first phase immediately looked away silently.He didn't even know what he was talking about.

(four)

Akashi really wanted to talk to Hotaru, but he couldn't find a chance.

It seems that Hotaru didn't plan to talk to him because he was not the sword of the family, but occasionally when he got tired of the God-inspector's arms, he would follow Akashi's staring gaze and return a sweet smile.

Angel!Akashi roared in his heart.However, he stressed that he was not a pedophile.

It would be great if he is the sword of this family, so that he can lazily see Hotaru when he turns his head, and don't have to be worried that he will miss Hotaru, and he won't be able to think carefully after returning.

Hotaru was sitting on the eaves eating tricolor dumplings.

He shook his legs, eating with a look of feeling that the food was delicious.Akashi was sitting on the left with his knees hugged, and moved closer to him quietly bit by bit.

When he was about to successfully move to the side, the appropriate distance for talking, Aizen Kunijun suddenly rushed out from the right with a shovel in his hand.

"Firefly, give me one dumpling!"

He huddled beside Hotaru and ate the dumplings, halfway through eating, he noticed Akashi who seemed to be plotting something wrong.

Akashi narrowed his eyes and looked at him.If you compare the two, if Hotaru is an angel, then Aizen can be said to be a little devil.He has a more aggressive temper, speaks more bluntly, and has a hard time calming down when he is happy. In other words, he is a very rude child.

After staring at him for five seconds, Aizen suddenly stood back and opened her arms to show off her dirty work clothes from going to the field.

"I'm different from a guy with glasses, but I have a good job!"

Look, that proud smiling face!This kid is not polite at all!

Akashi smiled perfunctorily, and reached out to poke Aizen's forehead.

The chance to talk to Hotaru was gone again.

(Fives)

In fact, he has something to tell Hotaru.

There are many Aidan Guojun in my family, many, many Aidan, who walk around him all day long, can't stop for a moment, and make a lot of noise.He desperately needs someone who can listen quietly, even if he can't offer useful advice.

What's more, this matter is only about Hotaru.

It wasn't that long ago that he was desperate to turn things around.Aizen always complains about him disappearing in a pinch, but he's sure he's doing the right thing, no matter who it is.

As a national treasure of Aso Shrine, Hotaru has been living a smooth and smooth life, but the Pacific War destroyed him.

Whether it is stolen and disappeared, or confiscated by Shen Hai, it will end up with an unknown whereabouts.

Akashi always blamed himself.This has nothing to do with him being a protector, but watching the people around him lose his body knife, and he doesn't know where he is, but he can't do anything. This feeling is too painful.

He often dreams.Dreaming of shining bright green eyes, looking at him, seeing him in a daze.That is the most beautiful illusion.

But then he would be overwhelmed by the waves.

In the cold sea water, I was heartbroken for not being able to catch those eyes.

He hoped that he could change history and reverse all the crimes committed in that war.

play hard.Akashi understood that this was the law of doing the impossible.

So he decided to join forces with the historical revisionists and joined the "Pacific War Stop Bushi Team".Although he knows that this is contrary to the duties he was given at the beginning, but if he gets a chance to reverse history...

If you can save your loved ones from disaster, who can not be shaken?

He asked himself over and over again, who can not be shaken!

There is no other choice.The time-space retrograde army is very aware of such a last resort, with thoughts and prayers, as well as a little ridiculous delusion.

But even though they understand it so well, the power cannot be directly proportional.

They always lose.Those men with swords who wield their swords in a heroic manner, their predecessors, are shining and annoying.

Akashi has participated in many battles in parallel time and space, and has also quarreled with many revisionists.

Revisionists never take it seriously, and losing battles is commonplace for them.Akashi would go to theory, criticize their tactics, team arrangement, and insult their determination to win, but they still didn't change their faces and laughed wildly.

He remembered very clearly that that battle was defeated again, and he broke into the corrector's drinking room with a knife and made a big noise.

"Drink early in the morning! That's how you can't win!"

He yelled like that, but all the correctors laughed one after another.

"Can you win without drinking? Really, you don't understand, alcohol is a good medicine to maintain life."

The man with short ochre-brown hair hung one leg over the chair, lecturing lazily.

Akashi didn't know him.He has always only found cooperation with correctors who have not broken into the three bridges. This person is probably a senior corrector who has already lost in Ikeda House. Since he is a loser, he has nothing to talk to with him.

"I said you, do it secretly, right? You should have gotten used to it, this is the daily life of us revisionists. If one day we accidentally win a battle... Yo, that's called red rain from the sky, God's big hair Mercy grants us miracles!"

Akashi turned to stare at him.The man squinted and pressed his left eye, which was covered with a black patch.

"The children are fighting outside now. I can only wait until they come home to heal them. I can't heal without some wine. You know? Although my eyes are useless, I can still bleed when I'm sad. tears."

"Twittering like a cicada."

"Fortunately, fortunately, I am indeed a cicada, a dead cicada!"

The fixer smells of corruption.

If the judge is a positive existence, then the corrector is extremely decadent.

A person who has always been immersed in the failure link has long been insensitive to failure.

Should he be like them?

After countless battles, it was found that there was no possibility of regaining a city.

──This depressing world.

(six)

At last they met on the porch.

He tried his best but couldn't find the opportunity, instead he unexpectedly rushed out like Cheng Yaojin.

Hotaru looked at him, like the sound of wind escaping into his eyes, but it seemed deafening.He suddenly realized that this is a kind of physical movement.

The whole body trembles with excitement, so the eyes and ears are coordinated.They are equally tense.

Hotaru pill.He chewed the name carefully and carefully, fearing that this person would be wiped out by his voice.

"I'm sorry, Hotaru...can't change it."

After confirming that Hotaru was focused, he said this sentence softly.

It's not that he didn't want to go through fire and water, but that he couldn't change history even if he was destroyed. He was sorry.

If he could, he could exchange himself, even if he could only get back a knife handle.

Yingwan's eyes widened, they were green and green, and there was another wave of rippling lake water, which could almost reflect Akashi's figure.

"……I'm doing very well."

His tone was lighter than Akashi's, like the sound of a strand of hair falling down his shoulders when he tied up his headband, melting into the frequency of the air.

Hotaru suddenly grabbed his hand, twisted it in the palm of his hand, pressed it against his cheek, grabbing the warmth of the palm.

He said it again, this time with certainty: "I'm doing fine."

Akashi didn't understand this at all.

He has long been used to feeling sorry for Hotaru.Does Hotaru mean that he doesn't need his distress?Or does he simply disdain to be saved by a man who has disappointed the world?He looked at Hotaru blankly.

Hotaru's eyes were full of softness, and his fingers traced the palm lines intimately.Everything about him is like a firefly, touching lightly, flying gorgeously, stopping at the tip of his nose in amazement, a piece of tulle covering his eyes, light, misty and graceful firefly.

"I know that Bank of China is a gentle person, but I don't want you to sacrifice yourself for me."

He said word by word, day and night, condensed into love.He seems to have analyzed Akashi's psychology without any explanation.

"Because I was given a mission, even if the main body loses its whereabouts, it still appears here. Whether I have a body or not, I am here. You don't need to look for it anymore. Just look at me standing here."

He was right.But Akashi is still afraid that one day he will disappear.

"follow me."

Hotaru seemed to see through his expression again, and suddenly puffed up her mouth and dragged him into the cafeteria.Lunch time was approaching, and the place was full of people as usual, and the two interrogators were surrounded by a crowd, talking very loudly.

"My lord, tell him!"

Hotaru forced him to sit in front of the judge and made him sit down.

The appraiser is drinking tea, talking with his master about the art of calligraphy and painting, his smile is still stained with tea, the wind is light and the clouds are calm and the water is coming.

"What are you going to say?"

Yingwan leaned close to the ear of the judge, whispered a few words, the judge smiled and nodded, and then both of them looked over at the same time.Such mysterious discussions and sudden flashes of sight made Akashi, who was at a loss what to do, feel like he was on pins and needles.

"Tomorrow, it's fine. Because I made a promise with Hotaru."

"Promise...?"

"Yes, I have made a promise with everyone here - I will keep them alive, and Hotaru will not disappear, because this is my duty as a god judge, so you don't have to worry."

The appraiser made a gesture to everyone in the cafeteria.He followed the direction of the hand comparison and saw that everyone had an approving smile on their faces. In fact, even if they didn't agree, he planned to believe it, because the expression of the judge was very serious.

Hotaru also had a serious expression on his face.He believed in everything about Hotaru, no matter what.

He always leans on the threshold of memories, he always blames himself, he always dreams, he wants to take back everything that belongs to Hotaru.

But he also always forgets to explore Hotaru's thoughts.

It was the dark blue of night.Clear and deep, a summer night full of stars—he saw the light spots covering the water like satin.The fireflies flipped and danced into the night sky, like a pair of green eyes flashing beautifully.

But this time there was no icy water, no surging waves.

Hotaru's hand caught him precisely.

"I'm doing very well."

Under this, in front of his eyes, he finally saw the smiling eyes of Hotaru, which fell deeply into his heart.

And the appraiser beside him, that elegant and picturesque man.He made promises to him, even though he had no obligation.

Akashi nodded slightly.Then everyone crowded around him, scrambling to tell him what position they switched with the judge.

It was only then that he realized that his inquisitor hadn't figured out the situation yet, and was smiling silly.

At the same time when he realized this, he thought, he might as well just switch jobs here.

(Seven)

Later, the anecdote that there was a sword refusing to return to his home Honmaru was widely circulated among the god judges.

However, that's all for later.

The author has something to say:

Ah, this is the last chapter.I didn't know what to write in the last chapter, so I wrote the story of Yingwan and Akashi. (No, I didn't exclude Aizen on purpose)

Then because I am a very selfish person, all the people who should appear and those who should not appear appear for him.

In fact, if the love-hate entanglement between these two people is written in more detail, it should be able to be written into three chapters.

However, I feel that many people have written about it, so I only briefly talked about the feelings of these two people in my mind: it is a story about angels and angels (?)

Speaking of which, I must say that neither of these two people came to my house!No matter how forged or hit, it won't drop, but there are a lot of crane balls...QWQ

That being said, that's the end of the story.

In fact, I haven't written a fan for a long time. I'm really afraid that everyone's favorite characters will be OOC.Now that it’s over, I can finally go back to the original roll~_(:з」∠)_

Thank you all for watching along the way!There is nothing I can do in return, so I have no choice but to ask everyone to marry me. (beaten by crowd)