The setting sun gradually set towards the west, and a patch of red clouds reflected half of the sky. The sunset glow on the horizon was as bright as blood, as if it were a picture scroll, covering the entire continent.
Yun Mo and Kamisato Ayaka walked side by side. Neither of them spoke, but they could hear the sound of their heartbeats from each other's breathing.
The rays of the setting sun shone on the two of them, giving them a faint halo. Their backs were elongated into a thin line of light, making them look extremely beautiful and romantic.
The two of them were just like ordinary lovers, walking hand in hand among the sea of marigolds. The marigolds were fluttering in the wind, as if they were saying goodbye to them.
Kamisato Ayaka looked at Yunmo's side face immersed in the sun, and deep in her eyes, there was a deep feeling.
At this moment, Kamisato Ayaka feels that the happiest thing in the world is to meet you in the best years and fall in love with you. That is enough. There is no need for too many extravagant hopes or grandeur.
My love, having you by my side during these beautiful years is enough.
"What are you looking at?" Yun Mo saw Kamisato Ayaka staring at him for a long time. He couldn't help but turned his head, blinked at Kamisato Ayaka and asked.
"Ah...it's nothing!" Kamisato Ayaka came back to her senses, her pretty face instantly turned red, she panicked and converged her eyes, pretending to be calm and said.
Yun Mo looked at Kamisato Ayaka's somewhat panicked look and couldn't help but burst into laughter. He stretched out his finger and flicked Kamisato Ayaka's plump and round forehead, and said with a fond smile: "
So cute."
Hearing Yun Mo's words, Kamisato Ayaka lowered her eyelids and held Yun Mo's hand a little harder, as if she was afraid that Yun Mo would disappear in the next moment. She bit her lower lip and said shyly: "Actually, you don't
You need to fight so hard, whether it is the abyss or the general..."
Kamisato Ayaka paused midway through her words. She looked up at Yun Mo's eyes, with a serious and determined look on her face, and said, "No matter what, there will be a place for you in Kamisato Yashiki."
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Kamisato Ayaka's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples. At this moment, it stirred up thousands of waves in Yunmo's heart.
Yun Mo did not speak, but proved his attitude with practical actions. He leaned forward...
At that moment, the petals were flying, just like butterflies dancing in the sky. The flowers were raining in colorful colors, like smoke and dreams, and it was breathtakingly beautiful.
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The two of them returned to the shrine with the setting sun. At this time, the shrine maidens in the shrine were busy. They squeezed the green wild vegetables collected on the Shadow Mountain into juice, and then mixed it into the glutinous rice flour.
Yuchiyo is helping.
When Gogochiyo saw the figures of Kamisato Ayaka and Yunmo, he put down his work and came up to them, saying, "You are finally back. Isn't it fun?"
"I'm back. Kage Mukata is so beautiful in the spring. It's a pity that Chiyo-sama didn't come with you to play." Kamisato Ayaka muttered, looking very regretful.
"Haha, let's talk about it next time." Yugochiyo said with a smile.
Yun Mo, on the other hand, raised his eyebrows, looked at Gogochiyo's hands covered in green paste, then looked at the miko who were busy, and asked strangely: "What are you doing?"
"I'm making dumplings, you guys should come and help me. You can eat them when they're done." Gogochiyo waved to the two of them.
"Duango?" Kamisato Ayaka was stunned. She tilted her head and thought about it. It seemed like it was fun. She turned around and smiled at Yunmo: "Brother Yunmo, let's help too."
Yun Mo nodded, agreed, walked forward, and found that the way the dumpling was made was very familiar.
Yun Mo's nose smelled the scent of green wild vegetables, and he suddenly remembered something. A trace of surprise appeared on his face, and he said, "Isn't this Qingtuan? How can you do it?"
"Qingtuan? What is it?" Kamisato Ayaka tilted her head and looked at Yunmo in confusion. As a native of Inazuma, she had never heard of the name of such a dumpling.
"It's a seasonal snack in my hometown. It's the best to eat during this season." Yun Mo looked at the basket of cute green dumplings and couldn't help but explain with a smile. He suddenly felt a little emotional in his heart. If he hadn't traveled through time,
I should be eating Qingtuan balls now...
"Oh~" Kamisato Ayaka nodded in understanding. After washing her hands, she also joined the team of miko. Although she didn't quite understand what this was, she saw Yun Mo's face.
The nostalgic look on his face must be something very important to him...
"Who taught you this?" Yun Mo looked at Luye Nana who was busy and asked doubtfully.
Luye Nana raised her head and glanced at Yun Mo. Just when she was about to say something, Yun Mo felt someone behind her pat her head and whispered in his ear: "Of course it's me. I learned it from novels.
Am I good to you?"
Yun Mo looked back and saw Yae Shenzi standing behind him, smiling and winking at him, with an expression on his face asking for credit.
"As expected, it's you, no one else is as leisurely as you." Yun Mo thought of the Abyss Cult that had appeared inexplicably on Yingxiang Mountain, and said resentfully.
"What's your expression? Do you want to eat it later?" Yae Shenzi looked at the small expression on Yun Mo's face, stretched out his hand and pinched Yun Mo's cheek, and said threateningly.
"Wrong, wrong." Yun Mo quickly raised his hands in surrender and changed his words: "I was wrong, the Son of God is the most powerful."
Seeing Yun Mo's subdued look, Yae Shenzi let go of Yun Mo with satisfaction and joined in the work.
Kamisato Ayaka looked at Yun Mo's helpless expression when facing the Eightfold Divine Son, daring to be angry but afraid to speak, and covered her mouth and snickered.
Yun Mo rubbed his cheek and looked at Kamisato Ayaka who was snickering. A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This scene made him feel very warm and at ease.
I really hope that time will stay at this second forever, just like this, they are together, doing ordinary people's daily trivial things.
But... Yun Mo thought of the letter sent by the mysterious person in the morning and the rare encounter with the Abyss Cult in Yingxiang Mountain in the afternoon, and couldn't help but frown. These things seemed coincidental, but it always felt like someone was secretly controlling it.
Who are they? They have such great power and can control the Abyss Religion?! Could it be that they conspired with the Abyss Religion?
A cold glint flashed in Yunmo's eyes. If they were really colluding with the forces of the abyss, then there would be no place for them in Daozhu.
ps: Qingming Festival is also called the Outing Festival. Did any book friends go out for an outing and eat Youth League today?