Why aren't people raising me

Natsume Masaharu saw Natsume Takashi again three years later.

It was only then that he found out that when Natsume Takashi was sent to the hospital that night, Xiaozhen caught a cold. Although it was not serious, Takashi's aunt still blamed herself very much. She lay beside the child and held his slightly hot hand , the voice is full of distress,

"Xiaozhen was lying on the window to catch the cold in order to wait for us to come back...Honey, I'm really not a competent mother."

"I don't have the energy to take care of another child, should I quit my job?"

Because of the pressure from the husband and wife, Natsume Takashi was picked up by his cousin after his leg healed.

In the past three years, Natsume Masaharu went to subway stations, train stations, and airplane stations. Some of the dying people in his eyes were successfully rescued, and some were not.

Many people can tell at a glance whether it was an accidental death. A single person is fine. Natsume Masaharu can always help him avoid unexpected accidents. If the numbers of several people are close, it may be a large-scale serial car accident, explosion, shipwreck, or collective poisoning. This is a disaster that Natsume Masaharu can't stop.

He once tried to stop an out-of-control truck, the driver inside was desperately controlling the steering wheel, and Masaharu Natsume was behind him pulling his ass hard, but the result was that the soles of his shoes rubbed against the ground and sparked, and he was dragged and slid for 100 Domi, the truck seemed to have no resistance at all, and it hit a moving bus straight.

Masaharu Natsume discovered this incident too late, otherwise he could have stolen the car keys, punctured the tires, or pretended to be a ghost and painted graffiti on the car, and wrote threatening notes to the driver.

But unfortunately, Masaharu Natsume noticed something was wrong while sitting on the roof of a car.

Watching the collision between the two cars and then rear-end the car in front, Natsume Masaharu was overwhelmed by overwhelming powerlessness.

He sobbed amid the screams of the people, and the cries were mixed with human wailing, and no one could tell which was which.

"This scene really looks like death is coming." Darryl was the only calm presence present. She touched Yazhi's head, although she didn't touch the real thing, "Don't cry, why are you crying, this kind of thing can't be done It just can’t be done.”

"You should take a look at your shoes, the soles are all worn out... Are you injured? You have been materializing and braking just now."

Natsume Masaharu opened her hand, although his arm directly penetrated Darryl's bones, he glared at Darryl who was not cheering anyway, his voice was angry, but he didn't know why he was angry, "There are 28 people in the car Individuals! Twenty, ten, and eight! I know I can't save them, I—"

He hated his own incompetence, and he also had some resentment for his eyes. If he couldn't see the death of others, he would be just like the passers-by watching, feeling sorry and mourning, rather than the crime that almost froze his hands and feet. feeling and despair.

Darryl's voice was a bit impersonal, but it could be heard earnestly, "There are always things that cannot be done, Yazhi, you are not a god."

Natsume Masaharu lay on the roof of the car where no one would touch, grabbed his clothes on his chest and lowered his head. He couldn't bear to see the tragic situation, "I understand the truth...but how can you understand the pain."

……

The regret of not being able to save someone is deeper than the joy of saving someone.

Only after Natsume Masaharu saved ten people would he feel a little comfort, otherwise he might be so anxious that he couldn't sleep.

At night in the city, there will be a quiet blue light, because blue light can calm people's mood. People often lie on the rails at night. Masaharu Natsume either grabs the person's collar to prevent him from moving forward, or kicks him away when he is about to lie down. .

Most people would take these changes as their own illusions, after all, it is easy to get dizzy at night, but the number of times, Masaharu heard that they suspected that there were dirty things, and wanted to invite a magician or exorcist.

Conjurer?

Natsume Masaharu said this familiar word,

It sounded familiar, but he only knew what kind of occupation it was, and didn't know the relationship with himself.

For fear of causing panic, Natsume Masaharu would take the train to go elsewhere from time to time.

He will also check the weather forecast every day, and go back when he sees that it is going to snow in Yahara. The monsters are the ones who keep their promises the most. Natsume Masaharu can always appear in the sight of the monsters when they gather together and wait for him.

"Yazhi—!" He's voice was the loudest, and Yazhi could hear his voice from far away.

He will also lower down to catch the little guy who is pounced on him, and then hold him to the front of the monsters, and say again, "I'm back, everyone. How are you doing recently?"

The answer, of course, was unanimously "yes".Monsters are like people, they don't often talk about their grievances and caring people outside, because they are afraid that they will worry, and monsters are also afraid that Masaharu will not let them go.

But generally speaking, this "good" is good in the true sense, because Yayuan is very peaceful and is the habitat chosen by monsters.

"Want to drink tonight? The wine I prepared last year is still buried under the tree, waiting to be unsealed when Masaru comes back!"

"Okay, but you have to be drunk again, don't bother me to move you back to your residence."

"What does that matter? If you're drunk, you can sleep until dawn, and no one will disturb us."

Monsters live a chic and comfortable life, not bound by rules and regulations, and do not need to run around for life. Natsume Masaharu can experience a completely different rhythm from human society here. He finds it a little funny that he is like a social animal who leaves home. Only come back at a fixed time to visit relatives and rest by the way.

"Masaharu, is human society fun? Is it better than Yahara?"

"The two sides can't be compared." Natsume Masaharu felt helpless,

"Did anything interesting happen?"

"I'll tell you when I'm drinking."

Yimu said to him, "Do you want to see Lord Sanshen and Lord Sanxiao? They are also waiting for you."

Natsume Masaharu was a little flattered, "Are they waiting for me too?"

Although the mountain god is called a god, he is also a monster in essence, an extraordinary monster.Sansho looks a bit like a horse, and is the largest youkai in Yahara.

Monsters generally judge their strength by their size, and the larger their size, the stronger their monster power.

Natsume Masaharu went to meet them first.

Sanxiao was very gentle to him. Natsume Masaharu slept on Sanxiao's back when he just woke up. The staring expression told Masaharu that he was disrespecting such a noble monster.

The awe of the strong is the instinct of all living things. Sanxiao didn't blame Masaharu. After appeasing one eye, he also said that if Masaharu wanted to, he would come to accompany him next time.

The monsters in Yahara seem to be well-intentioned.

To Natsume Masaharu's surprise, he came back this time and saw the incarnation of the mountain god.

He is obviously a mountain god, but his body is not much bigger than Natsume Masaharu.

The incarnation of the mountain god is very similar to a human being, except that there are antler-shaped branches on the head, and the branches are covered with evergreen leaves. When he looked at Masaharu, he didn't say a word, but his eyes seemed to convey all his thoughts.

Natsume Masaharu didn't understand, just a face-to-face meeting could germinate countless emotions in his heart.

"Master Mountain God..."

The white-haired boy called his savior, his creator, "Are you planning to go far away?"

The mountain god didn't smile, but Natsume Masaharu saw a warm smile from his brows and eyes, which was a warm expression that could be felt in the cold winter.

"I..." Natsume Masaharu met the mountain god face to face for the first time. After greeting him, he found that he couldn't think of what to say, and couldn't say anything. His chest was filled with gratitude, but he felt that the words were extremely lacking and pale, and he couldn't speak at all. express his feelings.

So Natsume Masaharu looked a little overwhelmed, with a hint of shyness,

Lord Shanshen stretched out his hand to caress Masaharu's ear.

Natsume Masaharu seemed to hear the sigh of God, followed by uncontrollable heart palpitations, and in the blink of an eye, there was no one in front of him.

"..."

Yazhi slumped his shoulders and said in frustration, "...didn't tell me a single word..."

"Tch, pretending to be a ghost." Darryl's tone had an imperceptible sour taste, and Yazhi's worship and admiration for the mountain god had never been shown to him, the god of death, "Is it because I saved your life that I can only help you?" Is the biggest good or bad."

"Huh?" Masaharu Natsume looked up, "What are you talking about out of nowhere?"

Darryl: "Go find your good mountain god, brat!"

……

Masaharu Natsume will leave every time he stays for three days. For monsters, three days is like a breath in their life. They are used to long waiting. Although they are lonely, they have hope.

Natsume Masaharu remembers everyone he saved.

He has seen the morning sun that people have no time to pay attention to, the sunset every day, and rescued a wild cat that was drenched in the rain and had nowhere to hide. What he didn't expect was that animals could see him.

So when the cat nestled in his arms, Masaharu Natsume felt the warmth of life for the first time.

"It's warm." He said to himself, "It turns out that body temperature feels like this."

Even though he was shivering and cold from the rain, Natsume Masaharu could still feel its body temperature.He was sitting on a bench, and there was no one in the rainy park.

"But I'm cold, do you still want to stick to my arms?"

The cat squeezed into Jaji's clothes again,

The young man stared at the small animal seeking shelter, and learned to stroke its back without a teacher.

At this time, Natsume Masaharu suddenly realized that the raindrops that had been hitting his hair had disappeared.

He raised his head reflexively, and saw a person standing beside him holding an umbrella, the surface of the umbrella poured slightly towards him, and half of the person's clothes were soaked by the rain.

Natsume Masaharu didn't feel moved when he first reacted, but——

"Ahhh-!!!"

He screamed and ran away, and the wild cat was also frightened, and disappeared into the grass all of a sudden.

"Hey!" Masaharu Natsume wanted to find it again, but he couldn't let go of the child holding the umbrella for him.

The child was also taken aback by his sudden uproar, almost lost his umbrella, but said to him in a panic, "Hold me, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you." He apologized immediately, But obviously didn't make any sound, didn't do any weird behavior,

His brown hair was probably wet from the rain, and he was wearing a heavy cotton jacket, and the scarf around his neck was dark red, making his skin white.

Natsume Masaharu looked at him intently, and said uncertainly, "Natsume...Takashi?"

"Hey?"

He let out a short exclamation, and then smiled, a hint of surprise flashed across his honey-colored eyes,

"So you still remember me."

***

Natsume Takashi.

One day three years later, Natsume Masaharu saw Natsume Takashi again.

"You, you, you have changed too much—!"

Natsume Masaharu stammered, and then compared his height, "The last time I saw you, you hadn't reached my chest, but now you're almost reaching my shoulders."

Natsume Takashi seemed a little dull, "Is this what you are paying attention to? Human children do grow faster. I remember...the appearance of monsters doesn't change much."

Natsume Masaharu was a little strange, the first time he saw a person's growth was earth-shaking, so he turned around to look at Natsume Takashi, and finally said solemnly, "Well, I can see that you are very handsome, and you will be even more handsome when you grow up. "

Natsume Takashi: "..."

He blushed for a moment,

Immediately, he laughed again, "You haven't changed at all. I'm glad to see you again."

That scene took him by surprise.

The boy who protected the wild cat from the rain still had the familiar tenderness in his eyes.

That monster, that white-haired boy who caught a glimpse of him when he was young, will meet him one day.

Is this fate?

"Do you have to stay so far away from me?" Natsume Takashi asked, "Am I scary?"

"No..." Masaharu Natsume was startled a little numb, "You are too close to me."

Looking into Natsume Takashi's puzzled eyes, he took a breath and explained, "I can't touch human beings. Once I touch them, I will disappear."

He said seriously, "Disappearing means death."

"Humans are my natural enemies, and I absolutely must not touch them."