My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 166 It's all cool.

Just after noon, the forest began to boil with thousands of cicadas chirping together, sometimes rising and sometimes falling.The hotter the weather, the happier they chirp.

To Fujiwara Hoshizora, this sounds like a donkey roaring, a sound as stupid as hell.

After sleeping for a while, Niijima really moved his little head.When I looked over, I found that her eyes had been opened.

"woke up?"

"It's so noisy~~" She said in a daze, leaning against Fujiwara Xingkong's shoulder, her body was sticky and hot, as if she was in a steamer.

"That's right, the cicadas in Tokyo are much weaker than here."

Fujiwara Hoshiku wiped the sweat from her forehead, looking at the mountains and forests where the water vapor rose like flames, and thought of the singing of cicadas in Tokyo.

It’s not that there are no cicadas in Tokyo, but the level of cicadas heard in Tokyo is almost the same as the noise of traffic, noise, construction sites and other urban noises, and will not be too prominent.The chirping of cicadas in the mountains and forests is simply to highlight their own presence, full of explosive power, completely swallowing up all other sounds.

If you have nothing to do, you can realize a bit of the artistic conception that the noise of cicadas makes the forest quieter, and the scene of birdsong is more secluded, but what you hear at this moment is more disturbing.

Before setting off in the afternoon, Fujiwara Hoshizora went to a nearby stream to catch a catfish, cut it into small slices with a ghost knife, and ate it raw.

The sashimi of freshwater fish is really unpalatable, not to mention the fishy smell, and there are many parasites.After Niijima ate a little, he frowned and expressed that he couldn't eat any more. In desperation, Fujiwara Xingkong had no choice but to run into the forest and toss for a while, picking back some wild mint and some unknown wild fruits.

It's only summer, and the wild fruit is naturally immature, but the sour juice dripping on the fish, eating it with mint leaves can also dilute the fishy smell a little.

After eating raw fish, continue on our way.

It has been winding along the deep valley, climbing over countless mountain peaks along the way, and occasionally crossing vast fields filled with grape fields.When two small figures stubbornly climbed up a seemingly endless hillside, the sky seemed to suddenly become lower, and even the air began to become colder.

The pitch-black cloud that was still locked in the sky just now broke free from the shackles and almost directly pressed on the top of the two of them.

It should be raining soon.

Although Makoto Niijima's expression was tired, it was more of an unbearable excitement.

I don't know why she was so excited, there might be a large group of monsters chasing after her.

As the evening approached, we entered the boundary of Yamanashi Prefecture.

Fujiwara Hoshikora bought some energy bars and beef jerky, and some medicine for Niijima, and before dark, he plunged into the mountains again.In order to avoid revealing his purpose of going to Kyoto, he did not choose the direct route to Kyoto to the west. Instead, he planned to go north and make a circle in Nagano Prefecture before going to Kyoto.

At this time, the two of them were already more than 200 kilometers away from Tokyo. It is questionable whether they still need to be so cautious.But for Fujiwara Hoshikora, it is still good to be as cautious as possible.

When the sky was completely dark, I settled down in a deserted scenic spot halfway up the mountain, and the rain started to fall at this time.

Looking out from the scenic spot, you can see the sparse lights at the foot of the mountain, swaying alone in the majestic heavy rain.

Niijima, who had taken antipyretics, was in a trance, talking in bits and pieces all the time.

Some could be heard clearly, while others were drowned out by the sound of heavy rain.

Fujiwara Xingkong replied to her from time to time, and he didn't know if she could hear it.

It wasn't until late at night that she slowly fell asleep.Maybe it was a little cold, but his body gradually leaned against Fujiwara Xingkong's body while falling asleep, and slowly, his body curled up, and finally the whole body was snuggled into his arms.

It was raining heavily outside, and the big raindrops hit the roof, forming a rain curtain in front of the eaves.

The mountain wind whizzed in through the broken window, Fujiwara Xingkong was staring at Ye Yu in a daze, his thoughts scattered like seaweed.

Usually, I am used to the noisy relationship between Niijima and Makoto. Seeing the girl who is always so energetic and sick now, I am not used to it, and I really feel distressed.

"Get well soon." Fujiwara Xingkong touched her forehead and was relieved to find that she was much better.

This trip to Kyoto would be much more convenient for one person, but if she wanted to follow her, Fujiwara Xingkong would try her best to satisfy her wish under the premise of ensuring her safety.

And his confidence to ensure that Niijima is really safe is the gift from the teacher, the natural protection.

Since nightfall, in the entire mountain forest, one can see elves hidden behind big trees, under flowers, and in dead branches when one's field of vision is swept in any direction.

In other words, it is not wrong to call it a little monster or a little god.

A common saying in island countries is that there are 800 million gods.

What supports the meaning of "800 million" is its unique "monster view", that is, the view that "everything has a spirit".Because of the reverence for nature and animals, almost all invisible, intangible, and uncontrollable forces are collectively referred to as monsters (or gods) in island culture.

Even all kinds of old utensils that have been around for a long time also occupy a place in the monster world as "fusangshen", such as abandoned houses, taiko drums, abacus masters, tofu monks, bone umbrellas and other strange types of monsters .

Most of the elves that Fujiwara Xingkong sees now are little monsters with low demon power, and their bodies are nothing more than flowers and plants and small animals.

If it was before, these little monsters would definitely hide when they saw him.But because of the blessing of natural protection now, instead of hiding, these elves came out of the darkness one by one, wandering around him curiously.

After noticing the aura of the mountain god on Fujiwara Hoshikora, they became even more enthusiastic, landing on his shoulders and hair from time to time, getting close to him.

And with their presence, this mountain forest has also become the home field of Fujiwara Starry Sky.

"Jiu Jiu~~" A translucent elf that looked like a groundhog was lying on his shoulder at this moment, putting its mouth close to his ear and talking non-stop.

It probably means that there seem to be a lot of bad guys outside, so you should run away.

Fujiwara Xingkong stared into the heavy rain, his eyebrows gradually knit together.

[Skill Perception: On]

The originally pitch-black rain curtain was clearly visible in his mind.

In the depths of the rainstorm, countless vines grew crazily. They twisted and formed knots, connecting into one piece, and strange and strange faces appeared on the branches of the vines.

The changing face and distorted facial features are like ghost masks emerging from the water.

Those monsters did not discover this place. In order to avoid being exposed, Fujiwara Hoshizora chose to take the initiative.

He gently placed Niijima on the flat floor and said to the transparent elves in the room: "Help me take care of her."

Afterwards, he held down the slightly trembling Guiche and walked into the rain curtain.

The sound of the crashing rain suddenly intensified, and a trace of chilling breath tore through the rain curtain, coming from all directions.

Niijima slowly opened his eyes, and what came to his face was the coolness.

(End of this chapter)