This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold - Chapter 119
Chapter 118 .Between
Beichuan Temple came to the desk, and before he could make any movements, the crisp childish voice suddenly sounded from behind.
“Sister Eternal!”
Beichuan Temple looked back and found a little girl who was wearing a white kimono and short hair, who looked only seven or eight years old, did not know when she had been standing behind him.
Beichuan Temple no longer made a fuss about the mysterious ways of these afterimages. He watched the little girl trot past his body and ran to the desk.
A girl with long hair, 16 or 17 years old, had already appeared in front of the desk.
The candlelight flickered without knowing when.
The girls are also dressed in white kimonos, with white chrysanthemum petals scattered on the clean sleeves.
Long hair is shed like silk and satin, with neat bangs on the forehead.
At the corner of her eye, there is also a mole of tears dotted, which adds a lot of charm to her.
Combined with the words the girl called her just now, this should be the Asamiya Eternal Life that has been mentioned repeatedly.
Her narrow and beautiful eyes lit up clearly when she saw the little girl.
But Asamiya Eternal Life still pretended to be complaining and said:
“Hitomi, why have you sneaked into the library again? If you let the Patriarch know that you will not be merciless, be careful that you are locked up again.”
Hitomi?
After hearing this, Beichuan Temple subconsciously looked at the little girl.
Short and medium hair, in terms of appearance, is indeed very similar to the current Hitomi Asamiya.
“Is Asamiya Hitomi when I was young?” Beichuan Temple was silent for a while, then looked at them.
“Well” Hitomi Asamiya heard what Asamiya Yongshi said, and his mouth pursed: “As long as Elder Sister Yongshi doesn’t tell Grandpa Zongfang, he will definitely not know, and Mother-in-law Dongzi won’t let me go into the confinement room.”
“Of course I won’t tell the Patriarch.” Asamiya Yongshi stretched out his white fingers and gently squeezed the fleshy face of Asamiya Hitomi, and continued:
“What do you want to do when you come over this time? I’ll say yes. I don’t have toys and snacks, and there are very few places my sister can go.”
“I don’t want that kind of thing!” Asamiya Hitomi’s mouth turned up in dissatisfaction: “When I came to see Sister Yongshi last time, Sister Yongshi said she wanted to tell me a story?”
Asamiya Eternally smiled and nodded: “There is such a thing.”
She just wanted to continue talking, and then her big bright eyes condensed, and she suddenly turned her head to look in the direction of Beichuan Temple!
Yes it is.
Her sharp and deep gaze seemed to have spanned the long years and stayed on Beichuan Temple.
Beichuan Temple can even feel the other person’s gaze on him.
Asamiya watched Beichuan Temple for a long time, and waited until Asamiya Hitomi couldn’t wait to grab her sleeves and swayed back and forth, then reluctantly retracted his eyes.
A look of sorrow appeared on her face, and she let out a faint sigh: “So this is the final end of the Ma Gong family?”
“Sister Yong and Yongshi” Asamiya Hitomi looked at Ma Gong Yongshi with a sad expression, and grabbed her sleeve robe with some worry.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t you want to tell Hitomi a story? I won’t break my promise.”
Asamiya Eternally rubbed Hitomi Asamiya’s small head, and his tone slowed down: “This time, I will tell Hitomi a story about a young man and a maiden who has been imprisoned all year round.”
Along with Asamiya’s eternal soft voice, a story slowly unfolded under her narration.
There is such a witch in the shrine on the mountain.
The priests in the shrine have high hopes for her, and countless people respect her.
Even the respected elders in the village must respectfully call her an adult when they see her.
The witch has no sorrow or joy.
She has her own responsibilities.
The maiden imprisoned in the shrine was passing by a flower pond one day when she saw a young man.
Just under the cherry tree.
The young man smiled at her.
The Miko’s heart beat quickly, and she hurried away.
Back in the room, she could no longer calm her mind, her distracting thoughts floated up and her mood was disordered.
She knew that she had fallen in love with that young man.
“”
Speaking of this, Asamiya Yongshi suddenly stopped talking.
“Sister Yongshi? Is it just here?” Hitomi Asamiya looked at Asamiya Yongshi strangely, and blinked in incomprehension.
“Hitomi, my sister is already a bit too tired today, you should go back first, lest the Patriarch comes over.” With a smile, Ma Gong Yongshi knelt down and looked at Ma Gong Hitomi.
“Oh” Hitomi Asamiya nodded her head as if she didn’t understand, she glanced at Asamiya Eternal Life worriedly: “Sister Eternal Life, please rest early, I will leave.”
Beichuan Temple watched the afterimage of Hitomi Asamiya walked to the door and disappeared, and then looked at Asamiya Eternal, who was sitting at the desk.
After seeing Hitomi Asamiya forever, Asamiya sighed deeply.
She lifted the brush in her hand and wrote a sentence on the paper one by one.
After writing, she put the paper in the box with the white chrysanthemum pattern on the lock.
After doing this, Ma Gong Yongshi again placed the key on the top of the bookcase next to Beichuan Temple.
She glanced deeply at Beichuan Temple’s direction again and nodded slightly to him.
The afterimage receded like a tide, and the candle went out without even noticing it.
Beichuan Temple is more like a dream.
“There are also outstanding people in the rituals of the soul-invitation. The powerfully inspired maiden can even vaguely see the future”
Beichuan Temple didn’t understand what Mamiya Eternal had seen, but she had a feeling of seeing herself completely in what she was doing just now.
He walked to the bookshelf and took down the key, and then took out the dusty box with white chrysanthemum pattern from the drawer.
He opened the box without hesitation.
The yellowed paper was lying quietly in it.
There are beautiful handwritings on it.
‘Atrium, between the hurdles. ’
“Between the Hearing”
Beichuan Temple’s eyes flashed.
This should be a reminder that Ma Gong Yongshi had left to himself after seeing something.
“Even if you tell the people in the village the end of Asamiya’s family, the ceremony will still be carried out and the story just now”
Beichuan Temple did not think that Asamiya would always be so idle to tell Hitomi Asamiya an unrelated story.
The shrine maiden is imprisoned.
You know, there is also a shrine in the village of God.
God in the shrine.
If she was talking about what happened in the Shinto Shrine?
“Then who is this maiden? Does she have an extraordinary position in the following ceremony?”
“Looking at the information I saw earlier and Asamiya Yongshi’s own sentence, “There are few places my sister can go,” she should also be in a state of restraint.”
So how did she know?
Just relying on the inspiration of the Miko?
This is too
Beichuan Temple narrowed his eyes.
Perhaps if he wants to know all this, then he has to go to ‘between the trees’.
If Beichuan Temple remembers correctly, there is a thick iron gate that rises across the courtyard.
That should be the gate leading to the pylons.