[Bo Qing] Straw pillow

Seimei seldom received letters, let alone Waka.It's not that he doesn't like waka, it's just that there aren't many people he knows, and even fewer are willing to pass waka to him.The world extols the matter of exchanging waka, and it is said that it is extremely elegant. Qingming has never tried it, so it is difficult to comment, and he has no interest in it.

However, he still knows how to write some waka, and occasionally picks out some to make ball-playing songs for his little shikigami. The bunny girl of Yingcao Mountain likes it very much, and pesters Seimei to write some more songs for singing .Qingming didn't refuse, he thought it was much more interesting to do waka than handing each other out. The children were playing hydrangea and singing in the courtyard, which was very lively.

"Master Seimei, did humans create Waka for shooting balls?"

"Not all of them, there are also those who exchange appreciation."

"Virgins heard Shimabara's sisters say that human men will write waka to their sweethearts. Is it true?"

Qingming frowned, and replied, "Maybe it's true, I've heard of it."

The virgin nodded half-understood, and said, "Then Master Qingming wrote waka to the virgin because he likes virgins?"

Qingming patted the little girl's furry head and said with a smile, "Yes."

"Then Seimei-sama will also write Waka for Boya-sama?"

"Why do you ask that?" Seimei said.

The virgin patted her wings and replied: "Because... because waka is written for people you like... Master Seimei likes virgins, fireflies, mountain rabbits, and Lord Boya?"

Qingming thought for a while, and felt that what he and this little girl just said didn't seem to be the same kind of liking.

"I like it." Qingming got up and took the maiden back to the courtyard, and taught the newly made waka to several little girls.

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Yuan Boya saw such a scene as soon as he entered the door.Qingming sat beside the small case and watched Yingcao and the others with a slight smile as they slapped the ball and sang, their gentle eyes seemed to be looking at their own children.

Listening carefully, Yuan Boya found that the Japanese songs sung by those little girls seemed very artistic, not like folk songs learned from human children outside.

"Yingying and birds singing in spring, I feel like I'm getting new clothes. I heard the sound of Jun's distant voice, so I don't remember the way back."

"Oh! Yingcao, you sang it wrong! It's the return date!" Shantu smiled and clapped his hands, took the ball from Yingcao's hand, and sang the correct one himself.

"...Wearing Jun's distant voice, He Ji has a return date."

He Ji has a return date.Yuan Boya murmured twice, as if remembering something, walked around behind Qingming with a smile, and grabbed him into his arms from behind while he was not paying attention.

Qingming was obviously taken aback by him, her shoulders trembled.Yuan Boya laughed and put his chin on Qingming's shoulder, sniffed the fragrance of Qingming's body, and whispered in his ear, "You wrote it?"

Qingming was stunned for a moment before realizing that what he was talking about was the waka, blushing blushing, coughing twice pretending to be calm, thinking that fortunately Boya came from behind and couldn't see his burning face .

"Yes." Seimei replied.

"When did you write it? Why haven't I heard you say it?" Yuan Boya chuckled in his ear, and he lowered his voice, very magnetic.

Qingming tilted his head slightly, but didn't speak.In fact, Yuan Boya guessed that during those days when he was going to war, Qingming had nothing to do to write and play, but when he thought that the original object of the waka was himself, he couldn't help but feel a little happy.

It's just a small thing, it's really a very small thing, even if it's a small thing that is often seen on weekdays, Yuan Boya still feels very happy, he hasn't felt such a happy mood for a long time, but it seems that he has never Ever since I got to know Qingming, this kind of joy has never stopped, and it continues to be staged every day, and I never get tired of it.

"As expected of Seimei." Yuan Boya shook his onmyoji with his arms around him, and seeing that he still ignored him, he said again, "This waka is really well written."

"Oh! Master Boya also likes the waka made by Master Seimei?" The girl stopped the movement in her hands, hugged the ball in her arms, and said, "Master Seimei wrote a new waka to teach us today!"

Qingming stood up all of a sudden, cleared his throat and said, "Don't listen to the nonsense of these kids, we..."

"The virgin is not talking nonsense!" The virgin was full of anger, flapping her little wings, "We can all sing!"

As Yingcao and Shantu echoed beside her, the virgin slapped the ball and sang:

"Raw jade is not a stubborn stone, but the heart is an exquisite medicine. Think of my cattail grass body, and return to the ancient road with you."

"This is not like a song for children to shoot balls." Yuan Boya laughed.

Qingming shook his head and said that this was just a product of his idle time, it was not interesting, and it was not easy to hear, and he was afraid that it would not be able to reach the ears of Lord Boya, the source of music.Yuan Boya sat cross-legged, pulled his onmyoji back into his arms, and did not speak.

"Go back to the old way with whom?" Yuan Boya smiled, "With me?"

Qingming's ears turned slightly red, but it quickly disappeared. He smiled, turned his head and said, "I don't know if this lord would like to go to the ancient road with my body like cattail grass?"

"I am happy to go to Jiuquan together." Yuan Boya kissed the corner of Qingming's lips lightly, "let alone Gu Dao?"

Seimei smiled and shook his head.Yuan Boya seemed to have thought of something, hugged Qingming tightly and asked, "You are willing to write waka for these little girls, why don't you see you write for me?"

Qingming thought for a while, and felt that Boya would be unhappy no matter what the answer was.It's not that he doesn't want to write to Boya, it's just that he doesn't think it's necessary.

"What I want to say to you, I will tell you directly on weekdays." Qingming said, "When I write occasionally, it's just to write down what I think in my heart."

"Then what's the meaning of that waka just now? Didn't you write it with me in mind?" Yuan Boya persisted.

Qingming's cheeks were itchy from his hair, so she shifted her position and said with a smile, "Of course...I wrote it thinking of you."

"Then why didn't you give it to me?" Yuan Boya resentfully said.He actually wanted Seimei's waka.

"It's a clumsy work, so it can only be sung for children." Qingming said, "If you want to hear it, I can tell you anytime..." Qingming stopped talking before he finished speaking, saying this Here he himself felt a little embarrassed.He has never been a person who can talk about love, and he can only write haiku and songs. It is really difficult for him to speak directly.

Yuan Boya didn't let go of this opportunity. Seeing that Qingming didn't continue, he hurriedly said, "Really? It's a deal!"

"I……"

"Qingming, I like you!" Yuan Boya kissed Qingming's face after finishing speaking, "You haven't said that you like me yet, have you? I've said it many times!"

Qingming hurriedly pushed Kaiyuan Boya to look around, and was relieved to see that those little girls had gone to shoot balls elsewhere.He put an index finger against Yuan Boya's lips, and looked at him in bewilderment.

Yuan Boya would give him a "what's the matter" look.

"I...I like you." Qingming turned his gaze to the side, took a deep breath, and said in a slightly trembling voice.

Yuan Boya smiled in satisfaction. He thought that such a simple sentence from Qingming's mouth would be so pleasant, so he said, "Say it again."

"What?" Qingming's eyes widened.

"Say it again!" Yuan Boya shook the lover in his arms, "Are you okay?"

Qingming broke free from Yuan Boya's arms, stood up in a hurry, threw off the bat fan and walked indoors, Yuan Boya hurriedly got up and followed after seeing this, but she couldn't make Qingming stop after pulling and tugging.

"Stop talking, stop talking, Qingming, wait for me!"

"Okay, okay, how about I tell you?"

"Hey... Hey Qingming! Qingming, open the door! Let me in!"

Qingming slammed the door open, stuffed a piece of paper into Yuan Boya's arms, and slammed the door shut again.Yuan Boya stared blankly at the paper in his arms, and suddenly smiled.

Qingming, who was leaning on the door, heard Yuan Boya's laughter, and her ears turned redder.

Not far away, the firefly grass mountain rabbit and the maiden were still singing the waka. The clear and tender voice didn't seem to match the content of the waka, but to Yuan Boya's ears, the waka was still very beautiful.

Miss my cattail body, and return to the old way with you.

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Recently, the more I write, the less the output, pills... _(:з」∠)_

Tomorrow I will go to Exam 2333, so I will update it early today.Generally speaking, I update once every two days. I guess the little angels can see it. [-][In special cases, update every three days.

Ah, I love back hugs so much!Make up for yourself the picture of Boya hugging Qingming from behind, I'm so happy [Intoxicated]

If only I could draw [crying]

The waka in this article is my nonsense, nonsense!Everyone... everyone just smile; w; Xianyu can only be written like this...

Finally, let’s put a trial reading ← 一心不二用, and see the effect w 一心不用, the style of writing is basically like this, if there is something that doesn’t fit or I don’t like... I... I won’t change the style of writing...; m;

Yuan Boya probably still remembers that when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom in spring, the corridors of the school were covered with cherry blossom petals, and the students rushing to listen to the lectures passed by one after another. Only the boy holding an old book walked lightly, unhurriedly slow.Neither the cherry blossoms nor the sun caught his attention, and even the classmates who ran past him and told him they were going to be late couldn't make him raise his head a little bit or quicken his pace.

It turned out that there were such leisurely people in this university, Yuan Boya stared at that figure in a daze, and couldn't help but slow down.

The spring breeze picked up gently, and brought the cherry blossoms to land in the gap between the boy's books. He finally stopped, picked up the petal, and sent it back to the spring along the wind.He closed the book, raised his head and squinted his eyes slightly, as if enjoying the gentle sunlight falling from among the flower branches.

He seemed to be smiling slightly, and raised his eyebrows inadvertently. All his movements made people feel extremely comfortable, and even his hair lifted by the wind was melodious.

Seemingly noticing Yuan Boya's gaze behind him, he turned his gaze to Yuan Boya who was slightly stunned.

It's just such a casual look, such a pair of eyes that are as green as water, even now they still frequently appear in Yuan Boya's simple and consistent dreams.

Above~ little angels, let’s see you in the next article