My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 92 The Untouchable Heart
May 5, Saturday, Taito-ku, Asakusa.

Abeji Temple received the news from the Nine Divisions, and when they arrived at the Asakusa Shrine, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

In front of the old hall that he had been trying to blow up, Priest Jiuga reached out to stop him.

He cast his anxious gaze into the closed wooden door, but he could only see the swaying reflection from the window.

In the temple, the old woman in the priestess costume stood and walked around, while Xia Xilin, who had just returned to the shrine from the way home, knelt on the ground in the same priestess costume, motionless.

The old woman said something loudly, but she didn't get a reply, so she took a bamboo knife and slapped her body hard, but she just swayed slightly, and the expression on her face didn't change at all. Mark of pain.

"Uncle Jiu." Abe Temple begged: "Can you persuade her, please."

Priest Jiuga shook his head bitterly.

Abeji looked back desperately at the reflection in the window of the main hall.

"You can't blame me for anything. Your mother owes me everything today..."

"Over the years, I have lost all face at Asakusa Shrine, and my status in Shinto has plummeted. I have endured humiliation for so many years, and what I have been waiting for is an opportunity, an opportunity to prove..."

"Push me into a hurry, I can do anything!"

"Even if you die, you have to prove it to those people tonight!"

The old woman's tone was very shrill, which was more annoying than the crow's cry. Before she said a few words, she could hear a "snap", and the bamboo knife slammed Xia Xilin's body again.

The crisp sound also came from his body, and Xia Xilin sat there, as if he had lost his soul.

Abe Temple clenched his fists, his eyes were wide open, and tears were already streaming down his face
After an unknown amount of time, the door of the palace was opened.

The old woman walked out of the door, gave him a cold look, and walked out.

Abe Temple glanced into the hall, and instantly settled on the ground, with a blur between his eyes

The witch fell to the ground like a butterfly, and the wide priestess robe was spread out, revealing a section of calf and hands, full of shocking scars.

"Rin!" Abe Temple rushed into the hall, not paying attention to his feet, tripping over the door frame, enduring the excruciating pain, he crawled all the way, dragging a crawling trace more than one meter long on the ground, and came to Xia Xilin's side.

From his gaze, he could see that she was lying on her side on the ground, her fingers were blood-red in her sleeves, and she was trembling slightly.

Under her body, blood flowed, dyed into a huge petal.

Abe Temple cried and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the figure he had always admired.

Xia Xilin flinched and avoided his hand.

His hands were frozen in the air, and tears flowed out uncontrollably, as if the huge ice cube that had been hidden in his body had melted, and he kept crying.He didn't know what to do. In the past five years, he had carefully stretched out his hand countless times, but the small light spot always kept a little distance from his fingertips, out of reach.

Xia Xilin calmly sat up from the pool of blood, and skillfully wrapped up the wound on her arm with the bandage she had prepared.As for what's inside her body, it's covered by clothes, so she doesn't want to pay attention to it. Anyway, everyone who should know knows it, and people who shouldn't know can't see it.

The crying boy next to him was very noisy.

I can't say it's annoying, after all, I'm crying for myself.

But there is no sense of gratitude, anyway, all these are things imposed on oneself.

I can't do anything to carry everything, I can only selectively abandon some things.

Xia Xilin quietly bandaged the wound on her hand and combed her hair neatly again.

There is a lot of blood on the priestess' clothes, but there is no need to change it now, maybe there will be more after tonight.

She put the wooden bow and arrow box on the ground behind her back, and when she picked up the dagger, her consciousness flickered.The dagger that fell in the haunted house of Jiaye seemed to be sent back by Xingkong Fujiwara. Thinking about it carefully, it must have been a week since we broke up with him.

Will he come to save himself tonight?
Probably not.

So, will Fujiwara Xingkong shed tears for himself?

Thinking about it this way makes me want to cry.

Xia Xilin, when did you become so fragile.

She looked back at Abe Temple who fell to the ground crying, and didn't want to say too much.

Hey, Abe-san, I can only say sorry to you from the bottom of my heart.

Maybe you will be a little confused.

But please look away, life is still.

Maybe after tonight, I can be free.

I hope you are not too sad.

Gathering and parting are nothing more than treating guests to dinner.

Tears are scattered, it is better not to see.

Like a figure passing by in the middle of the night, it quickly disappeared in the long river of time.

Of course, you can continue to love me without feeling disgusted or grateful.

No one is a saint, no one can kill someone's heart.

Thinking of this, Xia Xilin tried her best to smile and said, "It's getting dark, go home early."

Turn around and walk into the darkness outside the door.

The voice is still echoing in the ears, but the person has disappeared.

Abe Temple stared blankly at the door of the main hall. Five years ago, when I saw her for the first time here, she was also dressed in brightly colored priestess attire, elegant and neat, and her eyes were as calm as ice.

He stayed at the Asakusa Shrine very late that day, and she smiled and said, "It's getting dark, let's go home early."

Abeji has many memories about Natsuki Rin in the past five years.

For example, secretly observing her eating, her movements are always very elegant.

For five years, he could only look at her from a distance, at her pink nails and white fingers holding a coffee cup.Imagine the fragrance of her hair, the sweetness of her skin, and her lonely breath.

And hands that are wrapped in thick bandages every once in a while.

In the past five years, he has deeply realized that the heart of a human being is so easily dominated by one person.

But, no matter how many words I have spoken with her, how much time I have spent together, I can't get closer to her heart, not even a millimeter away.

The girl also grows up with age, how fast she walks.

The garden has been replaced today, and the ground is covered with moss.

My heart throbbed as if being squeezed tightly.

Abeji got up from the ground like a walking dead, walked out of the shrine, and got into his car.

Sitting in the back seat, he lit his first cigarette with trembling hands, puffing and watching the objects shining in the sky through the thick atmosphere.

Gradually, the high-end office buildings in Nishi Shinjuku appeared in the field of vision. No matter what season, no matter what time of day, they are still amazingly beautiful.

Everything is changing, but I am still where I was five years ago.

Feeling more and more sad, Abeji got out of the car and slammed on the door with the signboard of "Ghost Story Detective Agency".

"Fujiwara, save her."

"I beg you, go and save her."

Probably, she can give up her dignity for herself, he thought.

Then, the pleading voice became louder.

(End of this chapter)