[Comprehensive] The gap in history

Okita put Madara on his knee, lifted the ointment, and carefully inspected his wound.

"Mr. Okita, how is it? Can it be cured?" Natsume asked a little nervously while standing aside.

In the end, Natsume chose to trust Okita.

Because, someone who can treat youkai so gently is probably not a bad person.

Okita and Kohomaru, just like those monsters that suddenly appeared beside Natsume, have mysteries one after another. Although they sometimes make Natsume at a loss, they still can't help but get closer and want to understand.

Okita tried to wrap Madara's wound with spiritual power, a pale golden halo shrouded the wound, Madara narrowed his eyes comfortably, and let out a "purr purr" sound from his throat like a cat.

"My spiritual power has dispelled a strange force, but it doesn't seem to have any effect on the healing of the wound." Okita said with some distress. Sure enough, the only one who can be cured instantly is Fusangshin in the main pill?

"No, you are still somewhat useful, human. As long as the spell on the wound is removed, this small injury will heal immediately." Madara jumped off Okita's lap, shook his body, looked Obviously much more energetic.

One hand suddenly filled Madara, put her face next to Madara, and smiled happily: "That's great, Mr. Cat!"

Okita looked at the incomparably harmonious appearance of the man and the cat, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Natsume's light brown hair seemed to be dyed with golden light, shining like his smile at this time; the beard on Madara's face trembled, and he still maintained the slightly funny expression of the beckoning cat, but at this time, he was determined to Be warmed by Natsume's smile.

It took a while for Natsume to come back to his senses, looking at Okita who was smiling at him, his face blushed suddenly: "Ah, sorry! I was so happy for a while..."

"It's okay, I understand this kind of emotion." Okita shook his head, signaling Natsume not to mind.

"Mr. Okita, you must also have a good relationship with Mr. Kokomaru."

Teacher Cat said that most of Fusangshen are very vicious monsters. Natsume can see that Mr. Kohumaru has never left Mr. Okita from the beginning to the end. He can form a strong bond with this kind of monsters. There must be a deep affection between them.

Okita closed his eyes, and everyone in Honmaru appeared in his mind: "Xiaohumaru is my very important friend. Of course, besides Xiaohumaru, I have many important partners."

There seems to be a magical power in Natsume. Sitting next to him, you can't help but think of warm things.

A gust of wind blew from afar, passed through the forest of Yanyu, spun around Chongtian's ear twice, and then reached the distance.

Sankaiyue and Yingmaru of Honmaru are still holding tea and looking at the blue sky; Kiyomitsu and Anding raised their heads with brooms, looking for the figure on the second floor; under Wanyezakura, the child with Awataguchi in the first phase was wandering there On the swing; by the pond, Kasen and Yamabuki watched the white sheets dance... and Zuo Wenji, who looked at the flowers and felt the vicissitudes of the world, and the Tarojiro brothers who sat on the grass and drank each other...

No matter how time goes by, as long as everyone is still there, that's enough.

"Please let me down, Master Xiaohumaru! Mom said that this is a very dangerous place, and you must never approach it." The voice of the little fox struggling came from outside the door.

When Okita was helping Madara to heal his injuries, Kohomaru volunteered to bring the little fox over.After all, the time Natsume stayed here was so short, and it would be a pity if she couldn't see each other after looking forward to it for so long.

"Don't worry, I will protect you. I am very strong." Xiaohuwan's deep voice has the power to comfort people's hearts. The little fox gradually calmed down. General apprehension.

Soon, Xiaohumaru appeared at the door of the house with the little fox in his arms.

Xiaohuwan put the little fox on the ground and pushed him forward.

The little fox, who has always talked about Natsume's name and has infinite longing for Natsume, seems to be unable to speak at this time, pinching the corner of his clothes uneasy.

Natsume, do you really remember him?

Natsume looked at the little fox who longed to get close to others but didn't know how to take that step, as if he saw himself in the past.

He knelt down, put his hand on the little fox's head, and said softly, "Do you still remember me? I said I would come to see you. Long time no see, you have grown taller."

The temperature of Natsume's palm is like the ray of sunshine passing through the clouds on a rainy day, dispelling the long-term haze. Under the gaze of those light brown eyes, the long-term waiting and loneliness have found a harbor of shelter.

"Woo! Natsume, I miss you so much!" The little fox buried his face in Natsume's arms, letting his tears flow freely.

Natsume put a wristband on the little fox's back and patted it lightly: "Me too."

The scene of Natsume and the little fox embracing each other seems to be an oil painting, and it just freezes there. For some reason, Okita and Kohomaru feel the afternoon sun, smell the fragrance of flowers, and see butterflies. As soon as it emerges, it fills their hearts.

"That idiot." Madara squinted at the scene, closing her eyes dismissively.

Natsume, do you know that the deeper the bond, the more intense the pain of separation will be.

Human life is fleeting like a firefly, and the endless loneliness will be borne by monsters in the end.

But even so, they will still be attracted by that warmth. No matter how painful it is in the future, as long as they recall this warmth, they will definitely not regret having it.

At night, the hot air of the hot spring vaguely shows the appearance of everyone playing.

In the dream, will someone's memory flow in?

Even if there will be parting once in the end, the memories created by each other will never disappear.

The stars set, the sun rose, and the next day came as usual.

Today, children from the neighborhood will come to the ceramic factory together to learn how to fire ceramics.

Natsume, Okita and Kohomaru also joined in the fun.

The wet clay gradually takes shape as it rotates, turning into the shapes of cups, vases, and dishes, just like Nuwa making people out of clay, giving new life to the nothing-so-called clay.

Take a brush and draw your own heart. Will this kind of thing that entrusts your feelings become a new fusangshen in a hundred years?

Xiaohumaru, who drew a fox on the plate, put his head close to Okita: "What did the master draw?"

Okita turned sideways, revealing a vase with half a cherry blossom tree painted on it: "Manyozakura."

"Myriad Yezakura, when the time comes, bring the vase back to Honmaru and offer it up!"

Okita showed a helpless expression: "Don't say 'confession'..."

Natsume picked up a pen and drew a cat teacher who looked like a beckoning cat on the bottom of the bowl. After thinking about it, he picked up another plate and drew a little yellow fox.

The violent tongue of flame devoured the finished vessel, and everyone outside the kiln was looking forward to it.

Perhaps as a layman, the porcelain made is neither exquisite nor beautiful, but these utensils that carry everyone's hearts will definitely radiate a distinctive brilliance.

"Kikishi, there is still some time before these children leave, can you take care of them for a while?" Zi slightly bent his knees and said to Natsume with a smile.

"Ah, of course. Leave it to me, Uncle Zi." Natsume showed surprise at first, then nodded in agreement.

Since he was asked for help, does that mean that he is trusted?

"I also ask Okita-kun and Kokomaru to help." Zi turned to ask Okita.

"No problem, I like children very much." Okita agreed.

Zi left, leaving a few children in the backyard.

"Hold it high, I want to hold it high! Wow, it's amazing, cluck cluck~"

A little girl with short hair was held high in the air by Xiaohuwan, watching the birds fly by in the sky, it seemed that the sky was lowering.

Is this what the scenery looks like when you grow up?

Okita looked at the envious expression of the boy with the broken hair in front of him, he also reached out and lifted him up, and then let the little boy sit on his neck.

The joyful laughter of the boy and the girl floated in the air like a string of crisp wind chimes.

"Brother Natsume, I want it too." Another boy with a crew cut pulled Natsume's sleeve and said while pointing at Okita and Kohomaru.

"Uh, brother can only do his best." Natsume, who was not so strong, tried to lift the boy up, but when he lifted the boy to his chest, his arms began to tremble continuously.

Holding the boy by the collar with one hand, he placed him on his right shoulder—it was Xiaohumaru.

At this time, a girl with short hair was sitting on Xiaohumaru's left shoulder, and a boy with a crew cut was sitting on his right shoulder, but he still looked effortless.

"Natsume, you are too thin! Don't talk about me, even the lord is much stronger than you!" Kohomaru teased Natsume unceremoniously.

Natsume looked at Xiaohumaru's eight-pack abs, and black lines appeared on his head, how could he compare with this inhuman Fu Sangshen?However, Mr. Okita doesn't look very strong, and it's unexpected that he has such great strength.

Okita, who heard their conversation, also walked over with the child in his hand: "I heard it all. Isn't it a matter of course that I am stronger than Natsume? After all, I won the competition with Xiaohumaru!"

Liar!

Natsume had a look of disbelief on his face.

"Don't look at me like this, I'm the number one swordsman of the Shinsengumi!" Okita said.

Natsume looked at the haori on Okita's body and the saber around his waist. The number one swordsman in the Shinsengumi was indeed called Okita Souji, but it couldn't be the one in front of him, right?

After all, how is it possible for humans to live so long?

If he can really live that long, then he can be with Mr. Cat...

Natsume shook his head, pushing this ridiculous thought out of his mind.

The reason why human beings are human may be because they will live out their splendor in a limited life.

Natsume rubbed his sore arms and looked around.

Huh?So there are four children here today?

On the other side of the yard, a little girl with two braids and a plaid skirt was sitting with her knees hugged, looking enviously at the children's play

"What's your name? Why don't you come over to play together?" Natsume looked at the timid girl, squatted down and asked softly.

But before the girl could answer, the voices of other children came from behind her.

"Look, brother Natsume is talking to himself in the air, how strange!"

what? !

Is this child a monster?

"Liar Natsume!"

"He said that he could see monsters, so he must be trying to attract people's attention? After all, he is an unwanted child."

"It's really unpleasant."

"Liar, liar, liar..."

The child's doubts opened the gate of Natsume's memory, because he didn't understand anything when he was a child, and he was often laughed at for seeing monsters.

Why was it him? Why was he the only one who could see it?

Natsume often thought this way when he was a child, until now, he doesn't know how he should treat monsters.

"Can't you see that girl?" Okita's doubtful voice came.

"Stop talking, it's so scary! There's nothing there!" said the crew cut boy, and the other two children echoed.

"Ah, yes, nothing. I was just joking just now!" Natsume stood up and showed that hypocritical smile again.

Okita looked at Natsume thoughtfully, then turned his gaze to Kohomaru, who nodded at Okita, indicating that he could also see the little girl with braids.

Don't ordinary people see that?

"Xiao Wu, mom is here to pick you up. Are you having fun today?" There were messy footsteps outside the courtyard, and it seemed that the parents of the children came to pick them up.

Okita and Kohomaru put the children on the ground, and after expressing their thanks, the children ran towards their parents and threw themselves into their arms, chirping about today's anecdotes, with innocent and bright smiles blooming on their faces.

There is also a smile on Okita's face, it is because of this innocent smile that he likes children!

Although... Okita saw the forced smile on Natsume's face.

Sometimes, children can also become the cruelest existence, mercilessly stabbing a person's heart.

"Jingzi, mom and dad are here to pick you up!"

A haggard middle-aged couple walked over and opened their arms to the little girl with braids.

A smile appeared on the little girl's face, and she trotted into the couple's arms.

Could it be that the couple are also monsters?

Natsume opened his eyes slightly, it was the first time he saw the monster of the family.

But other parents who came to pick up their children distanced themselves from the couple and began whispering.

"It's really creepy. Although I sympathize with what happened to them, the spirit is still not normal, right?"

"That's right, even if the grief doesn't come out for a while, it's too exaggerated if it lasts for more than a month!"

"Well, Jingzi was their child in their 40s. Now that she has passed away, it is inevitable that she will not be able to bear the blow."

what?

What are they talking about?

Natsume felt that his ears were full of vicious whispers from people who couldn't see their faces clearly.

encounter?Shizuko?died?

Obviously Jingzi is still hugging her father's neck, smiling very happily, isn't she?

If Shizuko is a monster, why can human parents see it?

Don't they care that their children are not human?

Did my parents know that I could see monsters?How do they see themselves?

The memory of her parents seems to be sealed in a mysterious area in Natsume's mind like layers of fog.

Just vaguely, there seems to be a warm embrace, hugging myself and sitting in a garden full of flowers.

That garden is really beautiful.