Hearing the question of the person in front of him who was clearly in a panic but still trying to stay calm, Seimei almost laughed out loud, but on the surface he answered it very calmly.

"It's an image, it's just the light and shadow left by the building, not a ghost spirit." The great onmyoji knew what she was thinking, and immediately stroked her hair gently, "But it's not a scene that ordinary people or equipment can easily capture. "

Shibukawa Yao let out an "oh", but still felt uneasy, so he simply bent his thumb and clasped the knuckles of his index finger twice, and directly summoned the Master Assassin's suit, which gave him a sense of security.

...Wait, can master assassins deal with ghosts and monsters?

Shibukawa Yo, who was full of worries, walked down the small bridge and tried to walk towards the running figure.

The figure of the girl laughingly crossed half of the courtyard and disappeared into the air.

In the next second, it reappeared in place and continued to run tirelessly.

Shibukawa Yao walked to the place where the other party disappeared, reached out and touched the air in front of her eyes, but she hit something hard. She temporarily closed her eagle eyes and took a look, and found that this place was just a wall.

"How did she bump her head against the wall..."

"Maybe it wasn't a wall before? It was a side door or something."

Hearing Seimei's guess, Shibukawa Yao turned his head to look at the gate which was only five or six steps away, and couldn't figure out what kind of rich family would "luxuriously" set up two gates on the same wall.

After that, Shibukawa Yao found five remaining images in the house, almost all of which were fragments of daily life, but miraculously appeared in the world brought by Eagle Vision.

What attracted her the most was the silhouette at the entrance. The girl carrying a small schoolbag happily talked to the woman dressed as a housewife, who smiled and leaned over to kiss the girl.

Staring at the translucent girl's opening and closing mouth, Shibukawa Yao asked in confusion, "What is she talking about?"

Qingming looked up and answered casually, "I love you."

Yoshikawa:? ? ? ! ! !

I regard you as a cute shoulder pendant, but you want to develop a relationship with me beyond friendship!

Fortunately, Qingming said the remaining half of the sentence in time, dispelling her doubts.

"……Mother."

——So it was just translating mouth shapes.

Shibukawa Yao couldn't help showing a little ashamed expression, feeling guilty for his dirty thoughts.

Qingming stroked her hair, and sighed like an old father lamenting that his child's puberty is approaching: "That's great."

"what?"

"Isn't it a good thing to be able to reveal your inner feelings in time with your closest relatives and not hide that love for your loved ones?"

This time, Shibukawa Yao was silent for a long time. She watched the two mother and daughter who were fixed in time, hugged and kissed each other goodbye, showing a subtle expression of loneliness and envy.

"Yeah. That's great."

At this moment, as a girl, she thought of her parents in her previous life for a long time. After her parents divorced when she was six years old, she lived with her grandfather. Later, both parents had new families and gained new happiness. she.

In fact, Kazuo Shibukawa did not object to her parents pursuing their own happiness, but before they made that decision, did anyone think for her... her happiness as a child of both parties?

So now she knows what happy couples are like, and how unhappy couples get along—she can understand both.

But no matter how much he understands, Shibukawa sometimes hopes that he will not be so tolerant and understanding.

If she could, she actually didn't want to know the truth of life so early.

…………

……

In the end, the girl left the former residence with nothing. Although she didn't find any clues, Shibukawa Yao didn't think it was a waste of the trip.

It's just a little strange that when she went out, she saw the old man who showed her the way before was still staring at her full of melancholy.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked casually, "Do you need help?"

"You are Guangjia's child." Leaning on crutches, the old man said impatiently before she could give a reply, "Look at you... your nose, eyes, eyebrows, mouth... are exactly the same. If you don't believe me, you can Go around the village and see how many uncles and aunts will recognize you."

Shibukawa Yao couldn't help laughing and said, "I believe you in this."

She had seen old photos on the wall at her home in Tokyo before, and the former owner and her mother were indeed poured out of the same mold——the kind of good-looking mold that the creator particularly favors and is rare.

The old man smiled slightly, revealing the few remaining teeth in his mouth.But there seemed to be something sad and nostalgic in his old and thin face, "How are she and your father doing recently? The child hasn't been here for a long time."

"..." Shibukawa Yao was stunned, because the old man obviously didn't know that the former master's parents had passed away in an accident, and he still thought that they were living in a corner of the world safely and happily, but he didn't often go back to the old house to visit Folks.

She heard her own voice has never been so gentle and calm, like a river flowing quietly on the plain: "Well, Mom and Dad are doing well."

——Such a husband and wife will live happily no matter which world they live in.

"That's it, then I'm relieved."

The old man muttered to himself, and his cloudy eyeballs turned to stare at the clouds above his head, as if he had no intention of continuing the conversation.Shibukawa Yoshi asked a few questions tentatively, and then left after confirming that there was nothing that could help the other party.

She successfully reunited with Natsume in the small restaurant, but Mr. Cat ran off to nowhere.

"He said he saw an acquaintance here and chased him..." The brown-haired boy explained to her, and immediately lowered his voice, "It's definitely a monster."

Shibukawa Yao glanced at the residents who were eating in twos and threes around him, and instantly understood why his cousin didn't want to talk about it openly.

After all, in this society where "individuality" is rampant, the atmosphere is relatively tolerant, but people are still hesitant about strange things, and it is difficult to accept them.This is probably rooted in the awe and fear of ghosts and monsters in traditional oriental culture, which has subtly affected the lives of countless people.

At this moment, a word came from above the heads of the two whispering.

"Here, your parent-child meal. Please be careful not to burn it."

A steaming bowl of fragrant rice topped with egg and chicken thigh was placed in front of Shibukawa Yao by a pair of rough and powerful hands.

The girl looked up and looked at the smiling middle-aged male chef, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, ma'am."

Shibukawa Yao looked at Natsume Takashi who was biting the pre-dinner radish. His beef bowl hadn't been served yet, and he was a little embarrassed, "Takashi, are you hungry, do you want me to share with you first?"

Hearing this, the young man quickly waved his hands and declined: "No, no, cousin, you can eat first, it's fine."

The villagers eating next to them heard their conversation and couldn't help laughing: "Little girl, don't worry about your brother getting hungry, Uemura-kun's cooking speed is top-notch!"

The middle-aged chef who was busy in the small kitchen deep in the "back" shaped bar smiled without raising his head: "You are too proud, Mr. Jingjiro."

"Hey, why are you being modest?" the villager Jing Jiro said to the two of them with pride and showing off, "Young man, are you from outside the village? Maybe you don't know that Uemura-kun was a distant member of their class back then." ...What a chief graduate! That culinary skill is so good that it makes people drool!"

Natsume Takashi blinked: "Is it 'Togetsu Academy'?"

Jing Jiro nodded suddenly: "That's right, that's the name! Oh, it's so elegant. It's a completely different world from those of us country folks!"

"Oh! That's amazing!" The simple boy suddenly showed a look of surprise, which greatly satisfied the pride of the villagers.

This is too amazing...but a senior graduate is enough to go to work in any Michelin-star restaurant in the world, and even open a star-enough restaurant by himself-why stay in such a poor country izakaya Be the chef.

Shibukawa Yao picked up a spoonful of smooth eggs and put them in his mouth, while thinking about this strange question in his mind.The restaurant is not big, and it might be more appropriate to call it an izakaya. The guests who come to eat can only sit on the bar counter whether they know each other or not, chatting with people while eating together... like "Late Night Cafeteria" That's the design.

suddenly!She froze!

This... the touch in this mouth is!

The soft and salty eggs have an innate aroma, and after being fried with marinated chicken thighs, the aroma in the genes is even more blooming.And the delicious and springy chicken is marinated for a long time, and the original flexibility and deliciousness are stimulated by those simple seasonings!

This kind of topping, together with the fragrant Koshihikari rice, is simply... a storm that seems ordinary but full of family love in the mouth! !

Shibukawa Yao came back to his senses and found that he was already sweating profusely, and he had eaten more than half of the parent-child meal.While Natsume Takashi was looking at her sister in shock, the villagers who were eating next to her looked at her strange reaction, as if this kind of thing was normal.

"I... what's wrong with me?"

"You are crying." Natsume reminded, and handed over a clean tissue thoughtfully.

Shibukawa Yao thanked him embarrassingly, and felt in his heart that at least he had restrained the strange idea of ​​suddenly wanting to explode his clothes just now.

At this moment, Chef Uemura served Natsume with the same steaming beef bowl, and turned his head to tell Shibukawa Yao the secret that made people cry:

"—onion, I added onion!"

That's it!

In the parent-child meal, the egg will undergo such a wonderful change after meeting the predestined onion!How aboveboard, and how natural!

Shibukawa Yao was greatly moved. She felt that her cooking skills in the past were probably at the level of wet garbage.

Now, it's her turn to join other villagers to watch how the poor cousin reacts to this magical dish.

Sure enough, the little cute cousin was also blushing from eating, his eyes were dull, as if his soul had gone to heaven and galloped on the happy prairie with the herd of cattle... Then he suddenly woke up.

Shibukawa Yao silently handed over a tissue, and the scene turned again.

So the young man took it over in embarrassment, and neither of them spoke anymore, but buried their heads and continued to eat.

It smells so good!It is indeed a village izakaya with high scores and praises on the gourmet app!

However, just as they were about to finish eating, the door opened, and a woman with a high ponytail wearing a loose long-sleeved top and army green overalls walked in impatiently. Judging from the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, she should be almost 50 years old. , but the boots under her feet were covered with mud spots, as if she often got into the forest to work.

Several villagers greeted her one after another, and Shibukawa Yao heard their undisguised conversation and learned that this middle-aged woman was one of the lumberjacks in the village.

"Did you not go to work today, Sister Shinbayashi?" Jing Jiro asked her.

"No, even a lumberjack needs to rest." Mabayashi, who looked very strong, sat in the corner, and seemed to be a regular customer, "Hey, brother Uemura, bring me a bowl of prunes chazuke. "

Uemura in the kitchen said, "No ochazuke."

"Then salmon ochazuke."

"No salmon."

"Tsk, there's nothing, then bring me a seaweed chazuke."

"No ochazuke."

"Then what do you have?"

"Mabayashi, you came too late today. It's almost two o'clock now, and the ingredients are almost eaten." Uemura-kun poked his head out from the white curtain and said tentatively, "How about Okonomiyaki?"

"Okay, then give me an Okonomiyaki chazuke."

"No ochazuke."

"... Then Okonomiyaki." Mabayashi replied aggrievedly.

"Row!"

So the cook withdrew his head behind the curtain again.

"Trash Uemura, you can't even make tea and rice." Mabayashi said cursingly, and skillfully took out a bottle of Kirin beer from an unknown corner, and started to eat half a plate of edamame from a familiar diner next to him.

The villagers who watched the whole process burst into laughter: "Why don't you give up, Zhenlin?"

"It's impossible for Uemura to make ochazuke!"

"Have you hit the wall so many times and still insist on ordering this dish?"

Zhenlin drank beer and seemed to be even more irritable: "What do you know... Forget it, I'm too lazy to say it."

Due to the racial talent of onlookers and gossips, Shibukawa Yo was very curious, and while pretending to be playing with his mobile phone, he aimed at the two of them.

[Information: Akao Mabayashi, Japanese, lumberjack]

【Likes and Dislikes: Hate Fishing】

【Account balance: 5 yen】

[Information: Itakura Uemura, Japanese, izakaya owner and chef]

【Catchphrase: "There is no ochazuke."】

【Account balance: 10 yen】

……etc!That sentence is actually a mantra!How much does this chef who graduated from Yuanyue hate ochazuke!

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