After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

296.

[September 9

The brother-hunting activity has started again. The Edo Castle activity just ended last week. I think my liver is not very good now.

The first phase has already started to practice in the yard with a shovel, and he said that he will not come out unless he digs Maoli this time...]

[September 10

......

I don't know if it's my illusion, but the time-space converter doesn't seem to work very well recently, and there are always some inexplicable bugs.The last time I went was obviously Ozama, but Tsurumaru and the others were abruptly thrown to Hakodate, and then they met the inspectors very naturally.

Tsurumaru was beaten to a half, I thought about the pit I fell into, so I made up my mind and let him soak in the repair pool for two weeks.

Cool batch.

Although I am very happy that Tsurumaru temporarily lost the ability to do things, but I think the time-space converter still needs to be repaired.

Hot Chicken Shizheng, I suspect that the time-space converter they gave me is second-hand. ]

This is definitely not written by me.

Serious people who keep a diary!

Anyway, I don't know how to write.

There is no year written on this diary, but the things recorded in it are things that I have never experienced.And there is only Honmaru's daily life in it, and there is no clue for me to judge which year this diary was written.

I flipped through a few more articles, but I only felt that I was getting more and more confused.

The handwriting here became more and more familiar. For a moment, I even wondered if I was sleepwalking at night and then came to write a diary.

This is no longer just like.

I know that handwriting can be imitated, but if I can imitate even some subtle habits, that would be amazing......

"Ji Jun?"

The sound of being quilt suddenly sounded from outside the door, and I panicked for a moment, and closed the diary with a "snap".

"Ah, I... I'm here!"

Somehow, there is a feeling of guilty conscience.

I looked at his figure reflected on the shoji door, and hurried back.

I almost forgot, I was being patrolled tonight.I usually fall asleep early at this point, but today the light is still on, no wonder he came up.

"I'm going to sleep right away, it's been hard work!"

I responded loudly, pretending that nothing happened.Fortunately, the bee won't ask a few more questions. If it were Sanriyue, I would have been able to detect the abnormality from my trembling voice.

The quilt's figure shook for a while, and we could imagine his expression through a layer of distance.

It must be hesitating.

Maybe it was because he moved his hand with the lamp, I saw his shadow flicker, stretched for a moment and then returned to its original shape.

"My lord, rest early."

The dim light gradually faded away, and the shadow of the spectator was elongated and deformed before disappearing.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Let's go to bed quickly, we have to move to Yokohama early tomorrow morning.

I put the diary back, closed the lid and put the box in the cupboard, then turned off the light and got under the covers.

Well.

I opened my eyes.

It still doesn't work.

I pushed off the quilt with my legs, and followed the moonlight to grope to the cabinet.

Sure enough, I still can't let go of this diary. After discovering it, I have no way to return to the present world with peace of mind as if I had never seen it at all.

This diary is very thick, and it can be seen that its owner is very serious about recording the big and small events of this maru. In addition, it can be easily seen from the words of the owner of the diary that she pays attention to these swords. Desperate love.

I plan to go back to the present world and see if I can find any useful clues.

Alas, I'm just an ordinary jk girl.

Why put me through this kind of thing.

To be honest, looking at this strange diary filled with my most familiar handwriting, there is still an inexplicable sense of horror.

I sighed and got into bed again holding the diary.

297.

At six o'clock in the morning, I was awakened by a nightmare.

It was the kind of scene that would only appear in movies or novels. The person who was sleeping soundly gasped suddenly, and then quickly opened his eyes.

And his eyes were clear, without any sleepiness from lack of sleep or discomfort from being disturbed by nightmares.

I lay in bed for a while without feeling any sleepiness.

If only I could do that when I was in school.

Under normal circumstances, even if I wake up at 5 o'clock, as long as I am in bed within [-] minutes of waking up, I will pass out again.

I glanced sideways at the bright sky outside through the gap in the curtains, and decided to get up.

I ditched my precious bed like this, not because I was hardworking or didn't want to waste time, but because my grandpa would pick me up in about half an hour.

:)

That's right, when I swiped my phone just now, I saw a message from my grandfather at 03:30 in the morning, saying he would pick me up at 06:30.

Just the fact that he wasn't asleep at 03:30am was confusing, and the fact that he picked me up at 06:30am was even more confusing.

It's a great weekend!

Is there any turmoil going on here? Otherwise, why would Grandpa pick me up to Yokohama in such a hurry.

I sat up straight and suddenly felt something a little hard stuck under my thigh.

Oh, it's probably...

I reached out and pulled it out.

It was indeed a diary.

I made a gesture of its size and finally decided to stuff it into the crevice of my suitcase.

When I was washing in the bathroom, I inexplicably recalled the dream just now.

Well, that wasn't strictly a nightmare, actually.

If I have to say it, I think that dream should be regarded as a "□□" style.

Because the color of the whole dream presents a strange sense of splendor. At the beginning, there are a group of happy white cotton candy people on the other side of the mountain and the other side of the sea. They live happily together without any worries.

Then one day, the colorful cotton candy man appeared.

Everyone is very novel about the new breed of cotton candy people, so many ordinary cotton candy people have an inexplicable affection for colorful cotton candy people.

An ordinary Marshmallow Man poked at them from the corner.

The reason he feels unwelcome must be because he's not of color.

So he found a rainbow spring and jumped into it.

It's a well-established fact that Marshmallow Man can't soak in water, but this unpopular Marshmallow Man doesn't care about these things anymore.

As long as it can make him become colorful, he is willing to try any method.

The result was unexpected. He thought he would melt into the spring water, but unexpectedly he survived.

He found a mirror and was delighted to find—

He's turned into a rainbow-colored Marshmallow Man!

There had never been a colorful cotton candy man like him in the world, so he returned to the village full of excitement.

Just as he thought, everyone was quickly attracted by the brilliant colors on his body.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, the initial curiosity quickly subsided, and everyone was no longer curious about him.

Angry at being snubbed yet again, the Rainbow Cotton Candy Man decides to destroy all the colorful Cotton Candy Men.

......

What kind of weird dream is this?

Isn't it weird to think that popular people will be destroyed because they are isolated?

According to my experience of watching Fan for more than ten years, if such a character really appears in TV dramas or fan dramas, then he must be a cannon fodder character that was destroyed within three episodes, or a free gift that exists to help the protagonist gain experience Small boss.

I spit out the toothpaste foam in my mouth, then rinsed my mouth with water.

Shiina Saki, Shiina Saki, why do you have such a boring dream!

I thought blankly.

298.

Half an hour didn't take long, and grandpa's black car stopped at the door very quickly.

Oh, did grandpa come here by car?

Over the years, I can count on one hand the number of times my grandfather drove.

I didn't expect to be so lucky this time!

When I got in the car, Aunt Nana dragged A Gang, who was still asleep, to the door to see me off. Aunt Nana was very reluctant and repeatedly asked me to come during the holidays.I nodded very sincerely, and then turned to look at A Gang.

I looked at the Band-Aid on his face, and suddenly felt a strong pity in my heart.

Poor Gang, now you are not only going to suffer the mental blow from reborn, but also suffer physical torture!

I sniffed hard, then patted his shoulder.

It's all in silence, so let's do it for ourselves, A Gang!

Speaking of reborn.......

Isn't Reborn here today?

I looked up at the closed curtains in the bedroom and shook my head.

Forget it, this kind of three-headed devil baby, it's better not to add to my psychological shadow.

Grandpa carried the suitcase, which was difficult for me to lift, into the trunk with one hand. I bent down and got into the co-pilot, watching grandpa talk to Aunt Nana and Auntie through the glass.

He seemed to be saying something to Aunt Nana in a friendly manner. Anyway, from my perspective, I could only see Aunt Nana’s bright smile.

As for Gang...

I feel that grandpa must have said something terrible, otherwise Ah Gang would not be able to wake up for a second, and his clear eyes were filled with fear in an instant.If Grandpa's hands hadn't been on his shoulders, he would definitely have fallen.

I wonder what Grandpa said.

When grandpa was getting ready to drive, I took the opportunity to ask, "Grandpa, grandpa, what did you just say to Ah Gang?"

He fastened his seatbelt without saying a word before giving me a squinting glance.

"I let him have a good workout."

Ok?

Why is grandpa starting to care about Ah Gang's physical condition? Is Ah Gang going to participate in any sports competitions recently?

If that's the case, I don't even know about it!

The cat screamed.

I showed a resentful face and looked at A Gang who didn't know if his soul was still online.

Grandpa started the car at the same time.

Aunt Nana waved her hand to say goodbye to me. Tsuna was too sad to respond. The curtains upstairs seemed to be opened a crack, and Namorimachi was walking away behind me.