[Comprehensive Manga] The girl favored by God

Natsume Takashi still played back the scene when he saw the woman just now in his head.

That woman is Wan Zhi.

She seemed to be still busy scooping up the petals, and then squeezed out the juice, dripping and dyeing the white kimono hanging from the tree branch.

Looking at her from a distance, the boy didn't focus on the other's charming face and elegant movements, but pinched the cat a little, and gently reminded her.

"teacher."

He wanted it to observe whether there was something wrong with the other party.

The eyes of the cat in his arms narrowed for a moment, looked straight for a moment, and then slowly relaxed.

"It's nothing." It stretched out its fleshy paws and patted the boy's tense shoulders comfortingly, and said lazily.

It didn't feel the other party's malice.So I want the other party not to worry about it.

"..." After a long silence, the boy continued: "I just think that there seems to be some connection between her and Xiaotou..."

After all, the girl has only become lazy since the recent appearance of Lanzhi.

"En..." The cat snorted, as if agreeing with the other party's words.

"Sure enough, the teacher also thinks that Xiaotou is very abnormal recently." Natsume Takashi rubbed the cat's fleshy chin and said, "There are more and more sleeping times..."

Could it be because summer is here?Listless and dazed.

"En..." Teacher Mao let out a soft snort in comfort, and said after a while: "The little thing beside her is not right."

"You mean Xiaowo?" Feeling that his arm was sore from the pressure, the boy threw down the big fat cat without hesitation, and poked its stomach one after another, thinking seriously about the relationship between the two.

"..." After a while, he was still confused, and sighed with a melancholy face. The boy was about to say something when he heard the cheerful voice of a girl not far away, "Guizhi~~"

"You girl, have you forgotten me again?!" The cat was furious, with four paws scratching the ground with a hideous expression.

"Where there is nothing." Toru Kurihara smiled flatteringly, with a sincere expression.

"You came just in time." Natsume calmly blocked the progress of the cat's yelling, and let the other party squirm behind, then looked at the girl and said:

"Why are you always sleepy lately?"

"Is there?" The girl pretended to be stupid, blinking her eyes a little guilty.

She hasn't decided whether to tell the other party that she has been dreaming like watching a series recently.

"Xiao Tou, I am very worried about you." Natsume Takashi's voice was gentle, but with a hint of seriousness.

"Takashi?" There was obvious hesitation in Toru Kurihara's voice, she saw the serious expression of the young man, and felt a faint unease in her heart.

She can't refuse people who really treat her well--

Sighing slightly, Kurihara rubbed his forehead, and finally confessed.

After Natsume Takashi listened patiently, his eyebrows furrowed involuntarily.

"Sure enough, it's hard to feel relieved if you don't go to her once..." He said slowly, and exchanged a look with the cat calmly.

"What are you going to do?" The girl's eyebrows twitched, guessing the other party's intentions.

Could it be that he wants to exorcise demons and slash demons, and destroy Wanzhi?

How could Ya Miedie be willing to let the other party be so beautiful.

"Xiao Tou, you have to trust me." The boy didn't explain too much, but just looked at her seriously, and after a while, he took a step forward and held her palm.

His tone was gentle, and the palm of his holding her was also warm, wrapping her little hand, and he was reluctant to part with it at all.

"Well, I'll listen to Guizhi." He tilted his head, one hand was held by him, and the other hand was dangling in the air, his watery eyes blinked, and he looked very cute.

Now that you've said that, let's obey the other party and go together, but...

"Teacher, teacher," Toru Kurihara called out affectionately, the whining voice made Teacher Mao tremble, and swallowed a big mouthful of saliva.

"What are you doing?" It trembled its short and round tail vigilantly, its small eyes sparkling brightly.

"Grow bigger quickly and let me see the majesty of your old man!!"

A certain girl who was too lazy to walk and wanted to find a mount had sparkling eyes, and quickly put on a hypocritical expression of admiration.

"……"fraud.Taking a contemptuous look at the girl who worked hard to flatter, Madara knew the other party's plan well.

Even so, it still ate the set so much that it turned into a Madara-like appearance, grabbed the opponent in one bite and threw it behind its back.

Toru Kurihara didn't notice for a while, and was still blinking stupidly. After a half-beat, he realized that he had been changed in the blink of an eye, and his buttocks were lying on Madara's back.

"Madara-sama, you are awesome!!"

Sensing the dishonest little guy behind him happily tugging at his beautiful hair, Madara wrinkled his nose, and looked down upon this girl who pretended to worship her but actually wanted to be lazy. Eye.

"A liar." And he was too lazy.

How dare you despise her!Pulling the cat's chubby sideburns more vigorously, Toru Kurihara pouted his mouth in displeasure.

"Hey, anyway, with my uncle here, it doesn't matter if you are lazy."

Hearing these words, Tou girl was immediately overjoyed, her brows and eyes were crooked and frightened.

Come on, she knew Madara wouldn't just ignore her--

The probing hand gently stroked his soft temple hair, the girl's small hand wrapped around his neck, her cheek was pressed tightly behind him, and she snuggled quietly, revealing a faint trust.

Natsume Takashi's amber eyes were slightly darkened, but he followed the opponent's pace at a leisurely pace.

In fact, there is not much distance, so it was only a few minutes, and the boy said shallowly:

"arrive."

Then he stretched out his hand and carefully helped him down.

Toru Kurihara, who landed successfully, straightened his clothes, smiled sweetly, and walked towards the woman who was stroking the corner of the hanging kimono.

"Lan Zhi."

Hearing the sound, the woman turned her head, smiled slightly at her, and said, "It's you."

"En." Kurihara Toru responded, looking at the kimono that had fully shown its most beautiful side with interest, and said, "Has it been completed yet?"

Under the reflection of the sun, the juice soaked on it is very bright, as if countless flowers are blooming in the dark.

"Yes." Wan Zhi nodded, gave her a meaningful look, then bowed to the girl who was silently beside her, and said slowly:

"Natsume-kun, can I ask you something?"

Her voice was low, revealing a trace of sincerity.She knew Natsume's ability, although she didn't know the specific strength, but it was enough to help her.

"Me?" The boy named had a puzzled expression on his face.

"Yes." Lan Zhi smiled slightly, with a trace of sad nostalgia in her eyes:

"I want to go to the world where he is."

As her voice fell, a pair of old hands emerged from the woman's wide kimono sleeves, tightly holding hers.

This strange and familiar scene made Kurihara Toru and Natsume a little dazed, until Madara heard a low sound, and the two came out of their daze.

"The Hand of the Little Sleeve." The cat's voice was determined, and then he briefly told the two people in the cloud about the legend of the Hand of the Little Sleeve.

----Only people who have something that they can't let go of during their lifetime will leave such hands.

"En." Lan Zhi responded shallowly, with a little sadness in her voice:

"I don't want him to stay alone anymore..."

As her voice fell, the scene in front of her eyes slowly changed, with countless figures and buildings passing by, and finally froze in a room.

The light in the room was very dim, revealing a lifeless smell, the girl could vaguely see a person sitting beside the bed.

"..." It was exactly the same as the house in the dream.

Kurihara Toru blinked his eyes, and subconsciously slowed down his breathing, wondering if everything in front of him was an illusion.

"They can't see us." Natsume walked to her side and said softly, with complicated eyes.

He thought he knew what Wan Zhi wanted, and it was probably to help her become a Buddha and stay with him forever.

"That's it." The girl nodded, stopped talking, but nodded seriously.

What she didn't notice was that Xiao Wo sneakily revealed her head, and also stared at the front hair eagerly.

She is very familiar with that woman, it is Wan Zhi, after all, her appearance has not changed at all.

It's just that man... Toru Kurihara frowned, observed carefully for a while, and finally had an answer.

It was Fujiwara Zheya - although his face was old and his hair was gray, the way he looked at Lan Zhi was as affectionate as ever.

"Yanzhi is a monster, right?" Kurihara Toru confirmed with tilted head and glanced at the boy beside him, "So they have lived together for so long, and he is the only one who gets old."

Because in her dream, the two were clearly together at about the same age, and there was no such a big disparity at present.

"En." Natsume Takashi nodded, a light of compassion appeared in his warm golden pupils, he looked at the two in front of him, and slowly sighed in his heart.

Shemales have different paths.

The joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of his life, to the demon, may be just a snap of his own life process.

Thanks to Kurihara Toru having told him the story just now, it doesn't feel stiff to continue from this scene.

But the man has never had any doubts about Wan Zhi's appearance, but day after day, he slowly decays in the sight of the other party, approaching the direction of death step by step.

He is so careful, so calm, trying to shorten the difference between each other, making self-deceiving fantasies.

But in the final analysis, it is still illusory. The woman is just a flower demon transformed into a gardenia flower.

"I lied to you, I'm just a flower demon." The woman's voice was mournful, tears seemed to flow endlessly, big tears overflowed her eyes, and finally all fell on the man's clothes.

"So what?" Fujiwara Zhe also smiled lightly, with a bit of spirit in his smile, which suddenly cleared up the cloudy eyes.

"With you in my life, it is a different journey, and I have never regretted it."

He already knew the identity of the other party. During the first meeting, the gradually clear figure hidden in the gardenia bushes, with its clear and fresh fragrance, firmly attracted all his eyes and mind.

Probably because he knew the distance between each other, so he didn't want to pierce the thin layer of window paper, wishful thinking to keep the other's secret.

He married her as he wished, and he will live up to her in this life.

It fits the flower language of gardenia - "eternal love and promise".

How lucky he was that at that moment in the sea of ​​flowers, he held her firmly and did not let her disappear from his front.

Be it a demon or a human, he never minded it.

It's just, "Azhi, I'm afraid I can't be with you anymore."

The man's voice gradually weakened, with a strong sense of sadness that couldn't be resolved.

"Your Highness?!" The woman panicked, and her delicate hands couldn't help but clenched the man's old palm. Compared with the two, the traces of that age were more and more revealed.

Fujiwara's eyes were thick with ink, and accumulated an indelible tenderness. He closed his eyes slightly, opened them again with some difficulty, and leaked a slight almost inaudible words from between his lips and teeth:

"A Zhi, I am pleased with you."

This life, right now, is running out.

He will remember the structure and width of each knuckle of Azhi's.

He will also remember every subtle scent of Azhi, mixed with the light fragrance of flower petals, grass clippings, or soil.

However, the man raised his arm to touch the other person's face, but he was silent when he saw his old hands.

What is he going to do, use these powerless hands to touch her delicate smile like yesterday?

So many fragmented perceptions, lost through his fingers, are gone forever.

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In the end, Wanzhi still disappeared, but before leaving, she entrusted her with the finished kimono.

Kurihara Toru changed into the exquisite and unusual kimono, feeling a little sad in his heart.

She remembered that Wan Zhi had told her before she disappeared that it was precisely because she wanted to leave something in this world that she did not return.

The clothes were extremely light and soft, and the fine silk was sewn without knowing how, with almost no gaps visible.

Natsume Takashi's eyes showed a look of surprise, and he gave a somewhat obsessed admiration.

"It's so beautiful." He praised in a warm voice, and just when he was about to step forward to help tidy up the corners of his clothes, he saw two white and slender hands slowly emerging from the girl's sleeves.

It looked a lot like Lanzhi's hand.

"Hey!!" Toru Kurihara was shocked, subconsciously looking at the cat.

Teacher Mao was very calm, holding a popsicle in his mouth and speaking calmly:

"It's harmless, probably trying to make a final return?"

"Harmless...?" Toru Kurihara let go of his hanging heart a little bit, letting his hands touch the clothes bit by bit.

Smoothing out the folds and pressing the cuffs, the girl watched it move in an orderly manner without blinking her eyes, and then after she was done, it slowly faded until it was completely transparent.

Is "..." a final thank you?The shallow gentleness that came out warmed Kurihara Toru's heart, and his eyes were involuntarily sore.

May you be well and stay together.