Yokai Atlas Remake Project

There is not even a dim star in the sky, and the moon is covered by clouds, revealing a faint halo, but there are thousands of lights on the ground, dazzling and dazzling.

Zhou Yan lay on the roof, listening to all kinds of noisy voices around him, flicking his tail irritably.

After coming out of Lutai Mountain, he came to accompany Lin Yuan for dinner as agreed, but was found with a wound on his leg.

Then he somehow stayed after dinner, in this crappy place that didn't resemble the forbidden place at all.

The forbidden area has always been quiet. No matter where you stay, the only thing you can hear is the sound of gurgling water, cicadas and birds singing. Occasionally, monsters will fight because of robbing the territory.

The location of the forbidden area is indeed as remote as many monster races think, but it is not desolate.

When the Elders' Association was first established, it lacked prestige among the monster clan, and some big monsters still went their own way, causing harm to the world.Several elders at that time had to join forces to expel them to an unknown fairy mountain overseas, and set up an enchantment to prevent them from leaving.

Over time, that fairy mountain became a forbidden place to imprison the errant monster clan.

After hundreds of thousands of years, the monsters imprisoned in it have formed a unique set of survival rules, and Zhou Xi, the so-called guard, actually doesn't have much to do.

Daily routine patrols, regular reports to the Council of Elders, and occasionally new monsters take care of them properly.

Most of the time, he would find a tree, lie on a thick branch, and take a rest with the cool breeze blowing.

You don't have to face all kinds of eyes, and you don't have to deal with all kinds of annoying people or monsters.

Occasionally when I wake up and open my eyes, I can see the sky full of stars, bright and twinkling.

This has been the case for hundreds of years, until the enchantment was broken.

The sound of light footsteps came from far to near, Zhou Yan shook his ears, turned back into a human body, and picked up the pajamas that were thrown at his feet because of the heat just now, and put them on indiscriminately.

The roof door was pushed open, and Lin Yuan poked his head in: "Xiao Xie, I cut up a watermelon, come and eat two pieces."

Zhou Xi tugged on the uncomfortable pajamas with a look of irritability, and looked back, meeting her eyes.

"Oh."

He looked up at the increasingly blurred moon, stood up and took two steps outside, then turned around to find out the slippers that had been kicked to the corner just now, put them on, and walked slowly towards the door.

Lin Yuan held the door with one hand, and watched Zhou Xi patiently as he walked in front of him: "Xiao Xi!"

Zhou Xi stepped out of the rooftop door, raised his hand and rubbed his nose: "Is there anything else?"

"The hair is in the collar."

After Lin Yuan finished speaking, he glanced at Zhou Xi with a smile, retracted the hand holding the door, turned around and walked downstairs, and the roof door closed behind them with a soft sound.

Zhou Yan opened his mouth, swallowed the swear words that came to his mouth, and raised his hand to tear off the pajamas.

Lin Yuan, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped and turned around. Zhou Xi was holding the pajamas in one hand, and the two buttons that had just been torn off in the other: "I..."

"When your father is very angry, he will also swear." Lin Yuan smiled and glanced at his hand, "No one is perfect, so you don't have to restrain yourself in front of me."

Zhou Yan exerted a little force, and the two buttons turned into powder in his palm.

He shook his pajamas and walked past Lin Yuan, "I'll change."

Go down the stairs, at the end of the corridor on the second floor, the largest room is Zhou Xi's current residence.

Clothes of different styles, colors, and lengths were neatly placed in the closet, all carefully prepared by Lin Yuan for him.

He opened it and took a look, then pulled one out casually, and was about to put it on, but hesitated for a moment, and tied up his waist-length hair first.

A nostalgic movie was playing on the TV in the living room. Lin Yuan was sitting on the sofa, holding a small fork with two fingers, slowly eating watermelon cut into small pieces.

When she heard footsteps, she turned her head and saw Zhou Yan coming down the stairs after changing her clothes.

He wore a black sweater and a pair of casual pants of the same color. He probably forgot to wear slippers after changing clothes. He stepped on the floor tiles with bare feet, leaving footprints that faded away one after another. The long hair at the back of his head swayed gently with his footsteps.

Lin Yuan pointed to another plate of watermelon cut into large pieces on the coffee table: "It's chilled, come and taste it!"

Zhou Xi glanced at the watermelon, sat down on the other side of the sofa, grabbed a piece of watermelon, and ate it without saying a word.

"Does the injury on the leg still hurt?" Lin Yuan put the fork back on the plate, looked at the TV twice, and turned his eyes back to Zhou Xi unconsciously, with a little worry in his eyes: "Otherwise, I'd better go to the hospital to have a look." , you are still in the rain today, will you be infected?"

Zhou Xi swallowed the watermelon in his mouth: "I have taken medicine."

"That's good." Lin Yuan didn't insist anymore, and found the topic again, "The Council of Elders has been a little busy recently, and your father didn't have time to come back. He said he was afraid that you would be bored, so he asked me to show you around."

Zhou Yan paused for a moment while eating the watermelon, turned his head to look at her, and said nothing.

"Is there any place you want to go, if not, I will arrange it myself?" Lin Yuan took the phone and flipped through it, "Tomorrow, you can go to the mall to buy a pair of unbuttoned pajamas, and then go to eat that private kitchen, and then ..."

Zhou Xi ate the watermelon quietly, did not answer but did not refuse.

Normally, he would not reject Lin Yuan.

"Why don't you cut your hair again?" Lin Yuan glanced at him, "Although it looks good this way, isn't it inconvenient?"

"Don't cut it." Zhou Yan quickly finished a large piece of watermelon, threw the melon skin into the trash can, looked at the watermelon juice in his hand, frowned and stood up, "You can do whatever else you want, I'm tired, go sleep."

"The good time, how can I use it to sleep!" Lang Junjun stood in front of the unit door, "Uncle Bu came back safely, shouldn't we celebrate it?"

"If you choose to celebrate today, I can insist, but your legs..." Bu Heng looked down, "I really don't want to have it?"

Lang Yu's warning was still in his ears, Lang Junjun was a little timid, but also a little unwilling: "Then..."

The night before because he was worried about Bu Han, Bu Heng hardly slept much, and he was really exhausted after tossing around Lutai Mountain for a long time, and he just wanted to go upstairs and have a good sleep.

He yawned and glanced at Bu Han who was always beside him: "Dad!"

Bu Han tilted his head to express his response, and the next moment, Lang Junjun, who was still struggling, was picked up out of thin air and stuffed into the car.

"Your dad helped me just now. I was too embarrassed to stop him when he broke your leg." Bu Han tapped Lang Junjun on the head and helped him fasten his seat belt thoughtfully.

"Hey, let's go home!"

Lang Junjun twisted his body and looked back, and found that Buheng had already taken advantage of this gap to enter the building, so he could only sigh: "Then I will come to find Buheng tomorrow."

After watching Lang Junjun leave the community, Bu Han turned and went upstairs.

I haven't been back for several months, but the house hasn't changed much. Everything is in its original place, clean and tidy as before.

There was the sound of rushing water from the bathroom, and when the door was closed, Bu Heng's voice came from inside: "Dad, take a break first, I'll get some food after taking a shower."

"Good boy, take a bath!" Bu Han lazily replied, looking at his clothes, "I'll take a bath too!"

Rolling in the rain and mud during the day, Bu Heng took a very long bath this time. When he finished washing his dirty clothes and came out with clean clothes, Bu Han had already finished washing and was busy in front of the kitchen stove. .

This scene was not common in the past 20 years, Bu Heng rubbed his eyes: "Cooking?"

Bu Han's hair was still wet, water dripped down his temples and onto his face, he wiped it off twice nonchalantly: "I won't do anything else, just eat a bowl of noodles."

Bu Heng laughed, and leaned against the kitchen door to look at Bu Han: "I remember the last time you cooked noodles, I was still in primary school."

Then it burned through half the kitchen and was forced to move.

The heat steamed up, blurring Bu Han's expression, he stirred the noodles in the pot with his chopsticks, and suddenly said, "Son, am I not very competent?"

"Huh?" Buheng was stunned for a moment, "Conscience found out?"

"Maybe," Bu Han laughed, "The father is not at home all year round, wandering around, let the cub deal with all the big and small things at home, and he has to rescue him when he is in danger... If the monster clan has a cub Protection law, I might have been imprisoned in the forbidden area long ago."

"Then, don't I want to bring you food?" Bu Heng rubbed his chin and shook his head, "I won't go to Lutai Mountain today, and you will come back a day or two late at most. With Uncle Lang here, there will be no danger .”

Bu Han looked at the pot in front of him, but didn't speak.

Bu Heng stared at the back of his head for a while, and suddenly asked, "You always practice fighting if you can beat him, and leaving if you can't beat him, why do you want to fight Yazi today?"

"Otherwise, let him slap you to death with one paw, and I will run away by myself?" Bu Han raised his eyebrows.

"So..." Bu Heng stretched out his hand and patted Bu Han's shoulder lightly, "I think this is just right for us."

Bu Han glanced at him, didn't speak, but there was a smile on his lips.

He reached out and turned off the fire, and scooped the noodles into a bowl: "Eat!"

Bu Han's saying that he doesn't know how to do anything else is not modesty, he has been busy in the kitchen for a long time, and he only cooked two big bowls of instant noodles, without even adding an egg.

But step balance is very contented.

"I can eat it," he picked up the noodle bowl and took a big bite. He bent his eyes, looked up at Bu Han who was watching him eating noodles, and said suddenly, "Dad."

Bu Han looked at him: "Huh?"

"You don't need to do anything," Bu Heng turned his head and looked at the small house, "You just need to be here."

The author has something to say: If the Yaozu had a cub protection law, a certain Yazi might also have to be imprisoned in the forbidden area.