The life of a migrant worker

When it was still early, I went out for a walk and bought vegetables by the way.

The energy spent on learning cooking is not enough to improve my cooking skills, but it has allowed me to successfully master the profound knowledge of identifying ingredients.

I am not used to living alone, even when I was alone, I never thought of abandoning the collective society and becoming a hermit isolated from the world.

Since Yamabuchi came to me, except for the first period when he was in a bad mood, he needed my care, but when I think about it, he helped me the rest of the time, which is really embarrassing.

Shopping for groceries is a quick and easy thing to do, but I took a break in a coffee shop in the shopping street, and when I was about to leave, a customer found a woman's body in the toilet.

Although because of the presence of a beautiful female lawyer and a child who likes to play detective games, the two quickly found out the criminal through deduction and cleared the suspects of the crime.However, because I passed the murder incident, as a witness, I was still told to go to the Metropolitan Police Department to make a statement.

I saw a police officer who looked a lot like Undead Chuan in the Metropolitan Police Department. Rather than saying that he looked a lot like Undead Chuan, it would be better to say that he was exactly the same.

When we passed by, he glanced at me very coldly, and his expression was the same as that of looking at a stranger.

It took me a while to take notes, and I was not interested in doing anything else when I got home. After putting things in the refrigerator by category, I felt very sleepy, so I went back to my room and fell asleep with my head covered.

I have never dreamed very much.

Dream is not a very good word for me sometimes.

During that time when my life was still fresh, my whole life was like a light dream, the long peach forest with thousands of layers of sunshine was still shining, even the fantasy dream was very beautiful.

During the day, I felt like I was stepping on the clouds, so drunk that I couldn’t tell the past from the present. After sunset, the grasshoppers sang in the grass all night, and the sunflower leaves in the garden ushered in autumn and dew overnight. Unfortunately, I still had nothing to eat. Entrust to tomorrow.

When I was a human being, I also dreamed.I dreamed that the wind and rain that came at night beat the windows, the crisp sound of bicycles ringing the bell when passing through the streets, the little girl in a kimono with the same color as the eyes of Tianhe Stone, and someone in the endless stream of people called me Mochizuki loudly.

I turned around and the car hit it.

After I became a ghost, I stopped dreaming.

Maybe it's because I don't have anything I value too much, I sleep well every night, maybe there are ghosts and ghosts in the dream, like fireworks blooming in the night sky, or like an old TV with no signal The screen was stained with twisted spots.

But none of them were real images, and I never cared about them, so I couldn't remember them when I woke up.

I had another dream.

The Yae cherry blossoms in full bloom at Sensoji Temple look like a crimson cloud from a distance, just like Iori's beautiful hair color.

In the small pond surrounded by rockery rocks in the temple, small water lily leaves and algae make the water a natural brown-green color, and visitors can walk through the square stone pier.

I have always been very tired of walking this way. My legs are not long enough to take one step, and it seems very cumbersome to take two steps.

Fortunately, Yizhi and I are not very eager to cross to the other side. In fact, we are aimless. We don’t know where to go in our dreams or between heaven and earth. Where can we go?

It's better to stand by the pond and feed the fish.

Musashi didn't speak, and neither did I.

The atmosphere between us is not like friends who have been reunited for a long time, but it is so quiet that we stay together every day.

There are many koi in the pond, red and white, Taisho and Showa tricolor, and black main color with other color stripes.Swimming around in groups makes people a little dazzled and dizzy.

The Japanese love koi, but I still prefer goldfish.

I think of the goldfish I saw in Shinobu's consulting room, red, golden, and blue, suspended in the water and intertwined.

At that time, I stared at the round fish tank in a daze, unable to concentrate, and had no energy at all. I just remembered that Shinobu scolded me, saying that I was sick in the head.

Some words are stuck in my throat, and I can’t speak after turning around for a long time. I will definitely ask her a long time ago. I want to hold her hand and migrate towards the unknown like a bird. The vortex engulfs us, like a drowsy The autumn wind wraps around a dead leaf, and what awaits us in the end is nothing but a place with nothing.

I raised my head, wanting to see Iori's face.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the branches of the tall weeping cherry blossoms turned into the hands of everyone hanging down together.

I was lying on the floor with the paved tatami mat under my body, and someone beside me turned away from my body, as if crying.I reached out to touch her hand, and it was very cold. I haven't recovered from the dizziness just now, but I feel that it should be summer now for no reason.

I dreamed that Shinobu was crying.

I asked her why she was crying, but she didn't answer me, the tears flowed down like broken beads, and even my hands felt wet.

That wetness was too real.

When I woke up, I stared at the ceiling after dusk, and the shadows from the window wandered bare and empty on the wall.I have always thought that after Onimai Tsujimu's tragic death, everyone will be happy, so I find it very boring.

When he left the room, Yamabagiri was cooking in the kitchen.

Although when I adopted Natsume, I said that I would work hard to learn how to cook, but so far I still have no progress in this one. The only commendable achievement is the superb knife skills that can cut any food as thin as a cicada's wing .

But Yamabuki Kunihiro's knife skills are also very good, and our family does not eat carved radishes and Wensi tofu all the time.

Maybe I was confused when I first met Fusangshin from Mitake Mountain, but now, I know the origin of Yamabukiri.

Because the Foxnosukes of the government of time, as hrs, have always used tools to travel through the conceptual pan-modern society as hrs, searching for people who can act as judges.So even if this organization was established in the future of 2205 in the Gregorian calendar, the existence of the Government of Time is no secret.

What's more, it's meaningless to keep it a secret from me. For ghosts and gods, what happens 200 years later is like happening tomorrow, and there is no spoiler at all.A few days ago, I went to the Government of Time, so I felt a little sad.

I saw a lot of Token Fusangshin like Yamabuki Kunihiro in Toki no Government.They have companions, brothers, have their own interpersonal relationships, work for the same god judge with their colleagues, and have their own missions and lives.

Very lively, what a joy.

And Yamabukiri, who has been by my side all these years, has never spoken out about his needs.

Do you feel a little lonely in hell alone?

The way of getting along with Yamabukiri and I is not at all similar to that of an ordinary god judge and fusangshin.

Whether I leave him to die or let him go, I never considered Yamabukiri's wishes from the very beginning.Just do what you want. This is a very willful approach. I really can't make myself a knife lover.

Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro is a sword that was abandoned in the turbulence of time and space.

Because it is not a rare sword Fusangshen, the number forged by the gods alone is countless. It seems that the first time forged ones can still occupy a place in the main pill. If they are not injected with spiritual power, they will just be confused. return.

But just like a double in a relationship, the appearance of the No. [-] machine always represents misfortune, a substitute, a backup plan, and a test product that is used time and time again at the risk of breaking the knife to use the real sword to kill.

After the illustration book of True Sword Must Kill was lit up, the god judge opened the converter and threw it lightly.

Who really cares about the mood of the discarded scrap metal?

I often think that the choice of Yamabuchi Kunikirokai to stay by my side may be like a sword that must rely on human beings.

His attachment to me is like a little chick remembering the person in front of him at the first sight, not necessarily me, nor will it always be me.

I was down and out, wasted all day with nothing to do, and he was neither like a master and a sword, nor like a judge of gods and Fusangshen.

Staying by my side, there is no way to reunite with my brother, nor can he cultivate in extremes, neither can he make him famous, nor can he make any contribution to human history.

I asked Yamabasaki if he wanted to go back to the Toki Government.

Shan Muche stared at Gululu's stew without saying anything else. The oven next to him made a "ding" sound. He handed me the gloves with a normal expression. Without his ordering, I quickly went over and took the baking tray out of the oven. take out.

It's an apple muffin.

I asked the staff of the outdated government, and they all said that Yamabugiri was not very proficient in housekeeping, Fusangshin, and the swordsman who was good at cooking was someone else.After returning home, I wondered what kind of virtue and ability I had, and even asked Yizhang Daojian to wash my hands and make soup for me.

Yes.

The bond between me and Kunihiro Yamababa has already far surpassed that of others.

If I die as a god of death instead of falling into hell, then there will be no one else for my Zanpakuto.

Natsume didn't come back when the meal was ready, and the white dolphin cat disappeared. Madara showed up on time for the meal most of the time, and was never absent all year round, probably because of something.

But in fact, it doesn’t matter, there is never overcooked food at home, and senior cooks usually have a flexible appetite, but it’s a pity, since the white dolphin cat joined my family, I haven’t been able to show my skills at home once .

After eating stewed vegetables, tonkatsu rice, and dessert, I had nothing to do, so I started cooking hot pot with Yamabukiri again.

Natsume, who came back from the outside, felt guilty when he saw that we were still waiting for him to eat. Instead, Baigumao, who thought he could only eat biscuits at night, was very moved to join us. Little did he know that this was the third round I had eaten.