[Natsume] dream heart

At noon the next day, Di Chang was still standing outside the long pavilion, waiting patiently.

Fragmentary footsteps sounded not far away, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Natsume with a frustrated face.The powerful cat didn't hide his emotions at all, and his face was full of displeasure.

"As expected, you're here," the exorcist smiled instantly, as if he wasn't surprised by the young man's arrival, "but he doesn't seem to be in a good mood."

The boy's aggrieved expression was even worse, as if he was embarrassed by what he had said.He finally put away his thoughts of teasing people, and stretched out his hand to make an invitation gesture: "It's not too late, let's go."

The car was driving on the winding and winding mountain road, neither fast nor slow.Because of the bumpy road, the two would occasionally shake back and forth.

Maybe it was because the atmosphere in the car was too dull, or maybe it was because he had always been patient with the young man in front of him, so he began to tell the story of the exorcist.

"The so-called 'Dechang Clan' was originally an organization formed by eleven demon-eliminating masters led by the Dechang family for the benefit of each family." He continued to explain, looking at the verdant scene of thousands of trees outside the window. , "However, until now, some families have finally become extinct."

Natsume, who was sitting next to him, was always in a daze, as if he didn't listen carefully at all.

Guessing that the other party should not be interested in the family history of the exorcist, Dechang shut his mouth tactfully.

The young man next to him seemed to come back to his senses at this moment. After hesitating for a long time, he finally chose to speak: "Mr. Dechang, can I ask you a personal question? Do you... know Shanfeng?"

mountain wind?He couldn't help being stunned.Thinking about it carefully, it seems that I haven't called this familiar name for a long time, and I haven't heard the brisk response of that little monster for a long time.

Time seems to have been long enough for the whole experience to be broken and reassembled, and after he pieced together all the fragments of memories, he can still pull out a calm smile, pretending not to care. "Yes, she is my former shikigami."

"How did you know the existence of Shanfeng?"

Looking back, I am extremely satisfied that I can see myself in Natsume's eyes without showing any flaws.However, in the next second, the other party's reply was like a pair of hands, tearing away all the pretense in front of him-"I...I dreamed about her yesterday, she told me."

"Oh? What did she tell you?"

In fact, not long ago, he also dreamed about that little monster.It's just that Shanfeng keeps his back to him, and he refuses to turn around, and of course he refuses to speak.The first shikigami would rather talk to strangers he doesn't know than to talk to him, the original owner.

For some reason, Dechang suddenly felt a little ironic.

"Mr. Deba," Natsume said to him suddenly, looking around, and his tone became more urgent, "Please tell me what happened to Yamakaze in the end? And where is she now?"

These two questions are really sharp, Dechang thought, at this moment, he has lost all interest in even pulling out the last trace of a smile, let alone giving an answer.In the end, however, he reluctantly spoke.

"Mountain wind...she escaped." The man's voice gradually became ethereal and long, as if he was going to drift far, far away, and could no longer ride the wind back. "Later, it was dealt with by my subordinate Nanase Dropped, on the grounds of 'family traitor'."

The young man sat back down with a dejected expression.

The usually quiet villa became very lively because of the gathering of demon masters.The conversation between the two also stopped suddenly because of the arrival of the destination, as if it had never happened before.

Natsume was wearing a black kimono and quietly followed behind the field.Occasionally, a servant would stop by the side of the road and bow his head to pay homage to the Patriarch, but he would cast curious eyes when he saw clearly the "human form god" following him.

The boy was very uncomfortable with this, and kept reaching out to touch the mask on his face, carefully confirming again that his true face was not revealed.He had a panoramic view of everything, but he didn't bother to react, he just led the other party to the venue in a hurry.

The sound of the clogs stepping on the floor "slapped", and the vitality brought by it made the field suddenly have a trance illusion.It was as if the two of them had met somewhere, even the clothes they were wearing were exactly the same, but they had never known about it.

The field forcibly suppressed this sudden thought, and calmly spoke the same opening remarks.The subsequent assembly went extremely smoothly, and for quite a while, there were no monsters to make trouble.

Natsume didn't seem to be used to this scene of toasting and drinking, and slipped out early.However, he was surrounded by guests, so he could only put on a friendly smile in an instant, and said polite words, but quietly opened the distance under his feet.

After all, he has always understood that what these people are looking at is never him.However, until now, even I don't know whether I should like or hate the status of "Patriarch of the Dechang family".

The field found Natsume who had disappeared for a long time outside the venue. At that time, the boy was leaning on the window frame and kept looking out.

"Mr. Dechang, I feel a strange smell outside." It seems that even if you repel yourself, you are indeed working hard.He then looked outside, but felt nothing.

"By the way, stretch out your hand, and I'll draw a talisman for you." The scene seemed to suddenly recall something, and without any explanation, he grabbed Natsume's hand and painted on it with an ink-stained brush.

He could clearly feel that the other party wanted to withdraw his hand, but he had to give up struggling because he was holding it tightly.Satisfied, the exorcist painted slowly, as if he wanted to engrave every stroke in the man's heart.

At that moment, the wind just picked up, and the talisman paper stuck to Natsume's face was rattled, and a delicate face appeared faintly below.Thanks to this gust of wind, I was able to capture the boy's true expression at this moment, which was extremely interesting.

"If you meet a suspicious person, use this text to suppress him, and the monster's skin will peel off automatically," Dechang instructed softly, with a relaxed tone, "It's really convenient to have you here."

Natsume bit her lip, silently staring at the weird symbol in her hand, and finally heard something after a long while: "Mr. Dechang, I still have a question to ask you. After Shanfeng died, did you miss her? Even once ?”

After hearing this, he suddenly laughed—it was just a little demon who had defected, why should he always be worried about it?

You see, the reason why teenagers are cute is that they always hope for unrealistic things.Be it human beings or monsters, how can there be so many redundant emotions for others.

"It's a pity," Toba threw the wet brush to the serving shikigami, and looked back at the shikigami who was serving him, "not once."

The author has something to say:

One place was modified in Chapter 1: "Is it important?" The man in front of him has returned to his usual appearance, his tone is still calm, "Maybe." → "Is it important?" The man in front of him is back to normal again As usual, his tone was still calm, "It's nothing."

At that time, when I coded here, I didn’t think clearly about the character of the character and the plot behind it. The more I wrote it, the more I felt something was wrong. In the end, I changed orz