Why aren't people raising me

Masaharu told Natsume Takashi that his home was in Yayuan, and he would go back whenever it snowed. Counting the drive, he would definitely be back in four days.

He came back four days later, covered in snow, and knocked on Natsume Takashi's window impatiently.

As soon as the warm wind blew, the snow accumulated on Masaharu's shoulders began to melt, Natsume Takashi, who was still awake, almost slapped him away, but he held back.

"Masaharu, aren't you cold?" Natsume Takashi was more worried about Masaharu's body than the peace of mind of the reunion.

"I don't have a temperature, so I don't feel cold." Masaharu Natsume twisted his wet hair, "I just wanted to tell you when I came back, lest you worry."

Natsume Masaharu doesn't care about the social distance of human beings. His invisible body allows him to do everything freely. He can shuttle over the city without fear of human eyes, and he can visit a sleeping person's house in the middle of the night.

Natsume Takashi thought of this, followed by an indescribably strange feeling.

"Did you come to see me as soon as you came back?"

"Of course, I only have you as my friend." Natsume Masaharu said naturally, "I guess your sensitive and delicate mind will be thinking about other things, so you will come back early." Snow, "Look, I'm flying high in the sky, the temperature is as low as an icehouse, and the snow hasn't melted."

Parting is sad and regrettable, especially if there is no definite parting,

Natsume Masaharu is a monster. He doesn’t need to maintain a nearly unchanging rhythm of life like a human being. As long as he wants, he can go all over the world, so Natsume Takashi often wonders what keeps him, Is it because of yourself?

Did Masaharu come back because of Takashi Natsume in this place?

"Okay, it's getting late, you go to bed quickly."

"I was woken up by you, how can I go to sleep."

"Maybe I should wait until you wake up tomorrow morning to see you. Anyway, you are unconscious when you are asleep."

"Well... Actually, this is very good."

Natsume Masaharu looked at his hesitant eyes, "What?"

Natsume Takashi leaned against the window frame, lowered his head slightly, "Let me know now that you're back, and I'll sleep soundly tonight."

Natsume Masaharu clutched his chest, "Takashi, you've failed in your studies."

"what happened?"

"You learned how to turn words into arrows and hit me knowingly."

Natsume Takashi: "..."

Why do you think this line is even weirder?

"Did you actually read the book I gave you?"

"Read it." Speaking of this, Natsume Masaharu took out from his arms a collection of essays that was tightly covered by his clothes without a trace of damage. "I like this one the most: love poems."

love poems.

But not the words describing love.

It describes all the profound emotions between human beings, and those emotions are carried by memory, as if they can go to the ends of the world and persist until the sea dries up.

Masaharu Natsume was deeply attracted by this, especially the emphasis on "memory" in the article, which made him have an unparalleled yearning.

"Kiki, I want to tell you something."

"I have forgotten a lot of things, many things that I think are too important to forget... Every time I feel emotional, and I don't know what it is, I will be very sad and angry."

……

There is not only one snow in winter.

Half a month later, Natsume Masaharu saw from the weather forecast that it was going to snow again in Yahara.

"This will make those guys happy." Masaharu Natsume said, "You're going to be on winter vacation soon."

……

This was originally just a short parting like last time, but Natsume Masaharu said goodbye this time and did not come back for a long time.

What they cared most about was that they didn't leave any contact information, and they always thought that the next time they met would be soon.

Takashi Natsume waited for Masaharu for more than a month. He didn't see Masaharu again until the weather got warmer. , and it must be an accident that made him break his promise.

——Did you encounter a human?

As long as he thinks of this possibility, Natsume Takashi can break out in a cold sweat.

He is often awakened by nightmares, in which Natsume Masaharu turns into a firefly for various reasons.

More than a month later, the family that adopted Takashi Natsume had to send the boy to another family because they were going to live abroad.

He doesn't have a mobile phone at this age, and he doesn't know how to notify Masaharu. If he misses it, it's like searching for someone in a haystack. But Takashi Natsume has learned to seek help from monsters. He feels that monsters should have their own information network just like humans.

"White hair also likes monsters who help humans? I haven't heard of it."

"The name Masaharu, you humans like it."

"I do not know him."

"Yahara... I haven't been back for a long time."

Natsume Masaharu is just a little demon.

No fame at all, no one knows.

Natsume Takashi later gave up asking for information from the youkai, he thought, maybe he should go to Yayuan himself.

If you ask your uncles and aunts, will they agree?

But Natsume Takashi didn't wait for that day, Natsume Masaharu appeared by himself.

It is hard to imagine that Natsume Masaharu found the trace of Natsume Takashi in the crowd.

So when Natsume Takashi saw that familiar figure, he couldn't believe his eyes, his eyes were red, and he called out with a trembling voice, "... Masaharu?"

Natsume Masaharu walked towards him with the breath of the mountains.

It's strange, his appearance is obviously the same as before, but it seems that something has changed.

But Natsume Takashi didn't have the extra mood to care about these violations, he really wanted to rush over to hug Masaharu now, but stopped because of the thinner clothes on his body as the weather got warmer.

In winter, Natsume Takashi is used to wrapping himself tightly, and he often does not take off his gloves. Others think that he is particularly afraid of the cold, but in fact, he just wants not to bring danger to the white-haired monster and wants to touch it at any time. Just him.

"Jaji."

"I'm back." Natsume Masaharu said in an erratic voice, "I've been away for too long this time, sorry."

He bent his eyes, "I have a new friend I want to introduce to you."

Takashi Natsume opened his eyes slightly, "New friend?"

Natsume Masaharu gently opened his lips, "Yi Nan."

Following this call, a monster with huge wings clattered out of the tree, and he whipped up a gust of wind, shaking off the leaves all over the ground.

Wearing a mask, he flapped his wings a few times and landed smoothly, standing quietly behind Natsume Masaharu.

Natsume Masaharu opened his eyes that were slightly squinted by the wind, "His name is Yi Nan."

"It means a lot to me."

***

After Natsume Masaharu returned to Yayuan, he learned that the mountain god was leaving.

Mountain gods, like land gods, are naturally born monsters, and they also need to live by human beliefs. Generally speaking, they will not leave the place where they were born.

But the mountain god wanted to leave.

Masaharu Natsume hesitated and asked him the reason, but the other party still didn't say anything, but reached out and stroked the white-haired boy's ear again.

But this time, Natsume Masaharu heard his sigh clearly. Although he didn't speak, Masaharu understood the meaning of the mountain god.

——I stayed in one place for too long and wanted to go out and have a look.

Masaharu Natsume's behavior of leaving his hometown stimulated the mountain god.

It's not that there are no monsters who have left Yahara, it's just that there are too few guys like Natsume Masaharu who take pleasure in traveling, and most monsters expect themselves to have a stable habitat.

Natsume Masaharu realized something deeper,

"Are you going to disappear?"

If there are no more human beings in the world who remember the gods, the gods will disappear.

After saying these words, Masaharu Natsume was hit on the head by Grandpa Ichimoku.

"What nonsense! How could the Lord Mountain God disappear! You are so forgetful when you are a family that has been passed down from generation to generation!"

"it hurts!"

"Apologize to the mountain god, you are so disrespectful!"

Almost like a curse.

Natsume Masaharu apologized sincerely, although the mountain god did not blame him.

The monster power of the mountain god is indeed not as good as before, but at least it is a mountain god, and it will not be so miserable that it disappears.

However, perhaps realizing that he is getting weaker and weaker, the mountain god wants to go out for a walk at the last time.

In Yayuanli, almost all the monsters wanted to see the mountain god off, but the mountain god left silently at night without disturbing anyone.

"Oh, he still has this temper." Yimu sighed, "Everyone likes him so much, why should he be shy."

"Eh, shy?!" Yazhi exclaimed in surprise.

"Don't be intimidated by his mysterious appearance, the mountain god is a coward who dare not accept other people's kindness."

"One-eyed grandfather, why are you so clear..."

The mountain god left, but Yayuan didn't seem to have changed much, because the mountain god was originally a monster who didn't show up very much.

The monsters were lost for a long time, and then came back to life.

It was at this time that Natsume Masaharu found that He was missing.

He has been paying attention to the departure of the mountain god for the past few days, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that He, who had been making noise all the time, was not sticking to him.

"One-eyed grandfather, where is he?!"

Natsume Masaharu called all his friends to find He.

He is just a little monster with two hands on his head and moves with two hands. He looks a little scary, but he has a kind heart. never set foot in human society.

Natsume Masaharu did not leave Yahara because he was worried about his friends.

The news of having Hyuk again came two days later.

At that time, Masaharu Natsume was searching in the small town of Yahara unwilling to give up, when suddenly he saw a two-handed monster running here desperately,

"Masaharu! Masaharu! Help me, Masaharu—!"

His lively and slender voice in the past is very sharp now, but it is weak and weak, "Help me, save me!"

Natsume Masaharu hurried over to pick him up, "Hey! You finally appeared, what happened?"

He Shu shivered in Yazhi's arms, "Demon Exorcist! Exorcist Exorcist wants to kill me! Woooooooo..."

"Exorcist? Where is it?" Masaharu Natsume nervously looked in the direction he came from, "No one, heh, did you avoid him?"

Suddenly, Natsume Masaharu found that He's body was becoming transparent.

At a loss, he picked up He and confirmed carefully, "He, what's wrong with you!"

"Yazhi..." He, who was still in shock, also realized this, and he realized it belatedly, "It's no wonder that the demon master didn't come after me... It turns out that I can't escape."

"What do you mean you can't escape?" Natsume Masaharu flew into the woods in a hurry, "I'll go to Master Sanxiao, he must have a way to save you!"

Herbie Masaharu understood his situation better.

He nestled in the young man's arms, his eyelids drooped slightly, but he quickly cleared up his depressed mood, and seized the time to say intermittently, "I miss the mountain god, so I secretly followed him in the mountain god's package... you know Yes, I'm the best at hiding, and the mountain god didn't even notice."

"But Master Shanshen was too careless on the road and left the package behind."

"I followed the breath of the mountain god to find it, and accidentally fell asleep on their statue of the land god."

He burst into tears, choked up and said, "I was treated as a bad monster, they beat me, Masaharu..."

"They hit me."

These words were so wronged that Natsume Masaharu's hands were shaking, "It's okay, I'll settle accounts with those people after you recover."

"Huh?"

"Have you heard, I will go and ask you for an explanation."

"He..."

After a while, there was a soft whisper in the air,

"……Um."

In the beautiful fantasy, He failed to persist until Natsume Masaharu found Sanshio, and disappeared in his arms.

He is too weak.

Maybe the exorcist just sensed something was wrong and gave a tentative blow, but it directly killed him.

Natsume Masaharu pursed his lips, tightened his arms in vain,

"He..."

There is a ray of light dissipating in the air,

"Hey!"

In the swimming light, Natsume Masaharu looked around in a panic. The light fell on his eyes, on his hands, and on his hair, as if he was saying goodbye as a last souvenir, but The light was extremely weak, and after only three seconds of brilliance, it was hidden in the darkness.

"..."

The pain of losing his partner and the extreme grief and indignation evoked Natsume Masaharu's incomplete memory.

"Why did that exorcising master indiscriminately hurt He!"

Natsume Masaharu covered his stinging head, his voice contained sorrowful anger, "He is so small, he has always stayed away from humans, and he is most afraid of exorcising demons!"

The god of death moved back for a moment imperceptibly, "..."

"My head hurts."

Natsume Masaharu couldn't hold back and fell to the ground.

"What do I remember?"

He felt the grievance that he had nowhere to vent, as if something had happened that made his soul unbearable to tremble.

This time the emotions were so overwhelming that he couldn't resist, Natsume Masaharu fell on the ground, letting tears hit the ground as if the thread was broken.

"He..."

"and also……"

He clenched his hands,

"Are there monsters in the world who control memory?"