My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

"My Japanese Story is a bit sweet (!

As soon as it entered noon, the forest boiled, and thousands of cicadas were screaming together, sometimes rising and sometimes falling. The hotter the weather, the happier they scream.

It sounded like a donkey roaring in the starry sky of Fujiwara, the sound of stupid stupidity.

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

"Woke up?"

"It's so noisy~~" she said vaguely, leaning on the shoulders of Fujiwara Stars, her body was sticky and hot, as if she were in a steamer.

"Yes, the cicadas in Tokyo are weaker than here."

Fujiwara Starry sky wiped the sweat from her forehead, and looked at the forest where the steam was rising like flames, and remembered the cicadas in Tokyo.

Tokyo is not without cicadas, but the cicadas heard in Tokyo are almost the same as the noises of the city, such as traffic, noise, and construction sites. And the cicadas in the forest are just like to highlight their own sense of existence, full of explosive power, completely swallowing all other sounds.

If you are idle, you can also realize a bit of a mood of quieter cicada noises, forests quieter, and birdsong scenes more secluded, but at this moment, more of what I hear is still annoying.

Before departure in the afternoon, Fujiwara Starry Sky went to a nearby stream and caught a catfish, sliced ​​it into small slices with Guito, and ate it as a raw fish.

Freshwater fish's raw fish is really not delicious, not to mention the fishy smell is too big, there are more parasites. After eating a little bit, Niijima frowned and said that he couldn't eat it. In desperation, Fujiwara Xingkong had to ran into the forest to toss for a while, and picked back some wild mint and some unknown wild fruits.

In summer, the wild fruits are naturally immature, but the sour juice drips on the sashimi, eaten with mint leaves, it can dilute a little fishy smell.

After eating fish sashimi, continue on the road.

I have been winding along the deep valley, and I don't know how many peaks I have climbed along the way, and occasionally traverse the vast fields of grape fields. When two little figures stubbornly climbed up a hillside that seemed endless, the sky seemed to drop suddenly, and even the air began to become gloomy and cold.

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

It should be raining soon.

Niijima really looked tired, but he couldn't help but excitement.

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

Approaching the evening, enter the boundary of Yamanashi Prefecture.

Fujiwara Starry sky bought some energy bars and beef jerky, and then bought some medicine for Shinjima, and plunged into the mountain again before it got dark. In order to avoid revealing his purpose of going to Kyoto, he did not choose the route to Kyoto directly to the west. Instead, he planned to go north and go to a circle in Nagano Prefecture and then to Kyoto.

At this time, the two of them are close to 200 kilometers from Tokyo, and it is a bit debatable whether they still need to be so careful. But for Fujiwara Starry Sky, it is good to be as cautious as possible.

When the sky was completely dark, the two took a rest in a deserted scenic spot on a half-hill slope, and the rain started at this time.

Looking out from the scenic spot, you can see the sparse lights under the mountain, swaying lonely in the majestic rain.

Niijima, who had taken the antipyretic medicine, was in a daze, and he kept saying this in bits and pieces.

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

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

It was late at night that she slowly fell asleep. Perhaps it was a bit cold, and his body gradually leaned against Fujiwara Starry Sky while he fell asleep, and slowly curled up, and finally the whole person was snuggled into his arms.

The rain was pouring outside, and the big raindrops hit the roof, forming a rain curtain in front of the eaves.

The mountain breeze blew in from the broken window, and the Fujiwara Starry sky stared at the night rain in a daze, and his thoughts radiated randomly like seaweed.

I have become accustomed to the noisy and noisy relationship with Niijima Ma. Seeing the sickly look of a young girl who is so energetic all the time, I am really not used to it, and it is indeed very distressed.

"Get well soon." Fujiwara Starry sky touched her forehead and found that she was much better, which was relieved.

This trip to Kyoto will be much more convenient for one person, but if she wants to follow, then Fujiwara Starry will try to satisfy her wishes as much as possible while ensuring her safety.

And his confidence to guarantee Niijima's real safety is the gift from the teacher, the natural shelter.

Since nightfall, the entire mountain forest, sweeping the field of vision in any direction at will, you can see the elves hiding behind the big tree, under the flowers, and in the dead branches.

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

There is often a saying in island nations, called eight million gods.

The meaning of "eight million" is supported by its unique "monster view", that is, the view that "everything is alive". From the fear of nature and animals, the invisible, intangible, and uncontrollable forces are almost collectively referred to as monsters (or gods) in island culture.

Even a variety of old artifacts that have been older than others have a place in the monster world as "fusangshen", such as abandoned houses, taiko drums, abacus workshop owners, tofu monks, bone umbrellas, and other strange monsters. .

The little elves that Fujiwara Starry Sky sees now are mostly little monsters with low powers, and their bodies are nothing more than flowers, 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 shelter, these little elves instead of hiding, one by one came out of the darkness and wandered around him curiously.

After sensing the breath of the mountain **** on Fujiwara Starry Sky, they became even more enthusiastic, falling on his shoulders and hair from time to time, and getting close to him.

With their existence, this mountain forest has also become the home of the Fujiwara Starry Sky.

"Quiet~" A translucent elf who looked like a groundhog was lying on his shoulder at this time, and kept his mouth close to his ear.

It probably means that there are so many bad guys coming out there, so please run away.

Fujiwara Starry sky stared into the heavy rain, his eyebrows gradually twisted together.

[Skill perception: open]

The dark rain curtain was clearly visible in his mind.

In the depths of the torrential rain, countless vines and plants grew crazily. They twisted into knots and joined into one piece, each of them with strange and weird faces appeared on the branches of the vines.

The twisted facial features and changing faces ~www.ltnovel.com~ are like masks emerging from the rain.

Those monsters did not find this place. In order to avoid exposure, Fujiwara Stars chose to take the initiative.

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

Afterwards, holding the slightly trembling ghost, walked into the rain curtain.

At the moment his figure disappeared, the sound of the torrential rain suddenly intensified, and a violent breath silently tore the rain curtain, coming from all directions.

Niijima really slowly opened his eyes, and all that came to him was chill.

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