This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Beichuan Temple came to the desk, but before he could make any movements, the clear and crisp child's voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Sister Yongshi!"

Beichuan Temple looked back and found a little girl wearing a white kimono with short hair who looked no more than seven or eight years old standing behind him.

For the way these afterimages appear and disappear, Beichuan Temple has long stopped making a fuss. He watched the little girl trot past him and ran to the desk.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl with long hair had already appeared in front of the desk.

The candlelight flickered at an unknown time.

The girl was also wearing a pure white kimono, with white chrysanthemum petals scattered on the clean sleeve robe.

The long hair is like silk and satin, and the bangs are neat and flat on the forehead.

At the corner of her eyes, there is also a mole of tears, which adds a lot of charm to her.

Combined with what the girl called her just now, this should be the repeatedly mentioned Asamiya Eiji.

Her narrow and beautiful eyes lit up obviously when she saw the little girl.

But Asamiya Eiji still pretended to complain and said:

"Hitomi, why did you sneak into the library again? If you let the Patriarch know, you will definitely not be spared lightly. Be careful, you will be locked up again."

Hitomi?

After hearing this, Beichuan Temple subconsciously looked at the little girl.

With short and medium hair, in terms of appearance, it is indeed very similar to the current Hitomi Asamiya.

"Hittomi Asamiya when he was young?" Beichuan Temple was silent for a while, then looked at them again.

"Hmm—" Hitomi Asamiya pouted after hearing Asamiya Yongse's words, "As long as sister Yongshi doesn't tell Grandpa Zongfang, he will never know, and Grandma Dongzi won't let me enter the confinement room. "

"Of course my sister won't tell the Patriarch." Asamiya Yongshi stretched out his white fingers and gently pinched Asamiya's pudgy face, and continued:

"What do you want to do when you come here this time? Let me tell you first, 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!" Hitomi Asamiya raised her mouth in dissatisfaction: "The last time I came to see Sister Yongshi, didn't Sister Yongshi promise to tell me a story?"

Asamiya Yongshi nodded with a smile: "There is such a thing."

She was about to continue talking, but then her big bright eyes froze, and she suddenly turned her head to look in the direction of Beichuan Temple!

Yes.

Her sharp and deep eyes seem to have crossed the long years and stayed on Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple could even feel the other party's glances at him.

Asamiya Eiji stared at Beichuan Temple for a long time, and when Asamiya Hitomi couldn't wait to grab her sleeve and swing it back and forth, he reluctantly looked away.

A look of sadness appeared on her face, and she let out a faint sigh: "So... is this the end of the Ma Gong family?"

"Sister Yong, Yongshi..." Asamiya Hitomi looked at Asamiya Yongse's dejected expression, and grabbed her sleeve robe worriedly.

"It's okay...it's okay, don't you still have to tell Hitomi a story? I won't break my promise."

Eiji Asamiya 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 witch who has been imprisoned all year round."

Accompanied by Asamiya Yongse's soft voice, a story slowly unfolded under her narration.

There is such a priestess 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 would respectfully call her my lord when they saw her.

The witch has no sorrow or joy.

She has her own responsibilities.

The priestess who was imprisoned in the shrine—one day when I was passing by the flower pond, I saw a young man.

Just under the cherry tree.

The young man smiled at her.

The witch's heart beat fast and she hurried away.

Back in the room, she could no longer calm down, distracting thoughts floated up, and her mind was in a mess.

She knew that she had fallen in love with that young man.

"..."

Speaking of this, Asamiya Eiji suddenly stopped talking.

"Elder Sister Eiji? Is this all there?" Hitomi Asamiya looked at Eiji Asamiya strangely, and blinked incomprehensibly.

"Hitomi, my sister is already a bit too tired today, you should go back first, lest the Patriarch come over." Asamiya Yongshi squatted down and looked at Asamiya Hitomi with a smile on his face.

"...Oh..." Hitomi Asamiya nodded half-understanding, and she glanced at Yongse Asamiya worriedly: "Sister Yongshi, you should go to bed earlier, I'm leaving first."

Beichuan Temple watched as the afterimage of Hitomi Asamiya disappeared at the door, and then looked at Eiji Asamiya sitting in front of the desk.

After watching Hitomi Asamiya away, Asamiya Eisei sighed deeply.

She raised the brush in her hand and wrote a sentence on the paper word by word.

After finishing writing, she put the paper into a box with a lock on the white chrysanthemum pattern.

After finishing these, Asamiya Eiji put the key on the top of the bookcase beside him in front of Beichuan Temple.

She took a deep look in the direction of Beichuan Temple again, and nodded slightly to him.

——

The afterimage receded like the tide, and the candle went out without realizing it.

Beichuan Temple is more like a dream.

"There are also outstanding performers in the soul-inducing ceremony, and the priestess with strong inspiration can even vaguely see the future..."

Beichuan Temple didn't understand what Asamiya Eiji saw, but the way she acted just now had a feeling of seeing herself completely.

He went to the bookshelf and took out the key, and then took out the dusty white chrysanthemum-patterned box from the drawer.

He opened the box without hesitation.

The yellowed paper was lying quietly in it.

There is a beautiful handwriting on it.

'Atrium, between coffins. '

"Between the coffin..."

Beichuan Temple's eyes flashed.

This should be a reminder to himself from Asamiya Eiji who saw something.

"Even if the people in the village are told about the fate of the Asamiya main family, the ceremony still needs to be carried out...and the story just now..."

Beichuan Temple didn't think that Asamiya Eiji would be so idle and tell Asamiya Hitomi an irrelevant story.

A shrine maiden... a shrine maiden who is imprisoned.

You know, there is also a shrine in the village where the god resides.

The god resides in the shrine.

If she's talking about what happened in the shrine...?

"Then who is this witch? Does she have an unusual status in the following ceremony?"

"But judging from the information I saw earlier and Asamiya Eiji's own statement that 'there are few places my sister can go', she should also be in a grounded state."

So how did she know?

Just relying on the inspiration of the witch?

It's too...

Beichuan Temple narrowed his eyes.

Perhaps to know all of this, he must go to the 'Between the Coffin'.

If Beichuan Temple remembers correctly, there is a tall and thick iron gate on the opposite side of the atrium.

That should be the door leading to the coffin.

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