[Natsume] dream heart

Natsume, who has always had no dreams at night, had a rare dream.

In the dream, Mr. Chang and I both wore black kimonos and shuttled in front of an ancient building.Probably because he couldn't get used to the clogs very well for a while, he almost slipped and fell by accident, but was held tightly by the other party, so that he was able to maintain his balance.

At that moment, the wind just picked up, and the talisman paper hanging at the door rattled.The graceful voice gradually spread to the ear pinna along the flowing air.

But he only heard the "thumping" sound of his heart beating, and a low voice that suddenly sounded - "Natsume-kun, it's better to be careful."

Natsume woke up suddenly at this moment.

The organs in the chest cavity were still beating violently, as if telling the master that all this was far more than just a dream.At this moment, there was just a breeze blowing outside, and the curtains were blown around, unconsciously taking away a little bit of the heat in my heart.

He looked around, but saw Mr. Cat sleeping on his back, his purring sound matched with the sound of insects outside the window, surprisingly harmonious.

Natsume lay down again, and covered her face with the quilt, her breath was immediately filled with a pleasant smell.He kept hinting to himself not to be sentimental, just thinking wildly like this, and in the end he passed the night peacefully without a dream.

The long steps are covered with moss and are lined with lush greenery.At the end of the road stands a shrine that no one cares about, silently hidden in the silence.If you climb up the stairs from the bottom, you will often have the illusion of traveling through a space-time tunnel.

When Natsume was a child, he often had such thoughts.Even after walking here for many years, the feeling is still the same.It's just that what's different is that today's self seems to be particularly struggling.

"Mr. Cat," he panted after finally climbing to the finish line, "Have you gained weight recently?"

"Impossible! How can I gain weight when I only eat steamed buns!" The three-color/cat hopped desperately on his shoulders, making the thin boy unable to stand still and almost fell down. "I see that you have a small body, but you need to exercise more .”

"Yes, yes, Mr. Cat, you are right..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned around, "Where is the field... sir?"

Recalling last night's dream, Natsume suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.He never imagined that he would meet here, after all, the other party gave him the impression that he didn't seem like a person who would place his hopes on the gods.

However, that black kimono and slender braids are an outfit that others will never have.

The man in front of the hall turned his head when he heard the movement, frowned and remained silent for a moment, before finally speaking.The deep voice seemed to come from far away, but also seemed to be just close to the ear - "Long time no see, Natsume-kun."

This sentence evokes some very bad memories deep in Natsume's mind.

It seems that not long ago, Mr. Dechang also held his hand and said this sentence in his ear.And his only emotion at that time was panic, so that his mind went blank, until now he was full of vigilance towards the man in front of him.

Teacher Cat squatted on his shoulder without speaking, but had already changed into a defensive posture, as if patiently waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Monsters and monster extermination masters have always been at odds, not to mention that the other party has attacked them before.Xia Mu thought, at this moment, his expression probably wasn't much better.

"Your cat is there?"

Dechang said this, but suddenly changed the subject, as if he was simply explaining why he appeared here, "I dreamed of an old friend last night, thinking that I haven't seen her for a long time, so I came here for a walk."

Perhaps there was no hostility from those who heard it, and Teacher Cat sat down beside him.Even so, a pair of eyes are still rolling, unwilling to move away from the man no matter what.

In contrast, Natsume instantly let go of her defenses.After visiting the shrine, while silently saying "safe and smooth" in my heart, I carefully drew out the magic lottery.He felt that it was fresh, so he also smoked one. As for whether he made a wish, he didn't know.

Looking at the bright red "Ji" in his hand, the boy silently breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to hang the magic lottery on the branch, he saw Chang put the lottery in his hand back.Looking from his angle, one can faintly see the word "fierce" written on it.Seeing this, the man acted as if nothing had happened, but hid all his expressions in his loose hair.

Although Mr. Cat has emphasized to himself countless times that "being kind to the enemy is cruel to oneself", Natsume is still a little soft-hearted: "Mr. Dechang, are you okay?"

"It's nothing." The man turned his head, and there was no strange expression on his face. "Even if I draw out 'Daji', no one will be able to fulfill my wish."

He remembered Mr. Chang mentioned the reason for coming here before, "Is this wish... related to 'her'?"

The demon extermination master with powerful spiritual power suddenly smiled after hearing this. That smile was different from all the smiles he had shown before.

Everything is already obvious.Natsume hesitated for a while, but continued to ask: "Is that "she" important to you?"

"Is it important?" The man in front of him returned to his usual look, and his tone was still calm, "It's nothing."

After speaking, he turned and left.

The black figure gradually became small and lifeless amidst the lush greenery. The wind carried the fallen leaves on the ground and wiped the man's body back and forth, but he didn't respond. He just kept speeding up the pace of leaving.

This is the first time that Natsume has watched others go farther and farther on this quiet path until they disappear.From the beginning to the end, he would think about what kind of mood he would feel if someone watched his leaving back.

It's a pity that the guardian beasts in the shrine can't speak, so he can't know whether everyone's backs look so lonely.