Chapter 11 first quarter

"Honestly, Seimei..." Yuan Boya said, exhaling white air from his mouth. He seemed to feel something in his heart, and he nodded several times. "It's really wonderful, just go by so meticulously..." Boya expressed a sigh of emotion. "what?" Seimei raised his wine glass and brought it to his slightly smiling lips. The two are drinking. The location is the narrow corridor facing the courtyard of the Seimei Mansion. The two sat cross-legged facing each other, with the autumn fields beside them. To be precise, it is not the wilderness.I would describe it this way because the courtyard always seems to be untouched, as if the autumn field was moved in intact and placed in the courtyard.

"I mean, it's the season." The afternoon sun slanted on the courtyard. The platycodon flowers and Patrinia have withered, and there are only sparse east and west clumps left in the courtyard. Looking at these flowers and plants, Boya let out a deep breath, which turned pale. "Qingming, is there something wrong with me?" "Bo Ya?" "Ok." Boya drank the wine in his glass and looked at Qingming. "I am very familiar with this garden. I even know what kind of grass will grow in spring and what kind of flowers will bloom on that grass. But..."

"What's wrong?" "What grows so vigorously in summer will wither in autumn and be covered with frost..." "Well." "It feels like..." Having said that, Boya swallowed his words and turned his gaze to the courtyard.The expression looks a little angry. "Like what?" "No more." Boya replied. "why?" "If you say it, you will make fun of me again." "How could I make fun of you?" "Why not? Look, there is a smile on the corner of your mouth." "I didn't smile, just like usual."

"Then, you are always making fun of me." Seimei smiled. "Laughed!" "This doesn't mean that." "Then, what do you mean?" "This is a smile that compliments Boya." "praise?" "Exactly." "I don't understand." "I deeply feel that Boya is really a good guy." "So you laughed?" "It's a compliment." "But I don't think you're complimenting me." "Even if you don't feel it, it's still a compliment." "Well." "Say it!"

"Humph, hum." Boya hummed slightly in his throat twice, then lowered his head. "It's like this world——I originally wanted to say that." Boya said in a low voice. "I see." Boya saw Qingming nod solemnly and raised his face. "Even Lord Ping Jiangmen, who was so high-spirited in the past, is no longer alive." Probably relieved by seeing Seimei's expression, Boya continued. Then he reached for the wine bottle and poured wine into his glass. "So, every time I look at this kind of scenery, for some reason, I always feel sad. However, on the other hand, I feel that this may be the real face of the world, and I end up stuck in myself. It’s an unbelievable state of mind.”

"So you think there's something wrong with you?" "En." Boya nodded slightly, and drank the wine in the glass again. "There's nothing wrong with it, Boya." "You think there's nothing wrong with it?" "It means that you are gradually becoming an ordinary person." After Qingming finished speaking, Boya's face was stunned, and the hand that was about to put down the wine glass froze in mid-air. "What's wrong?" "Don't you want to say that being an ordinary person also means praising me?" "This...is neither a compliment nor a derogation..."

"what is that?" "It's nerve-wracking." "It's me who is bothered!" "You're angry?" "I'm not angry, I'm just unhappy." Boya started to make a fuss. At this time—— "Master Qingming." Someone called Qingming. The sound came from the courtyard.It was a clear female voice. A woman in twelve single clothes stood facing the afternoon sun in a field with withered grass and trees. "There are guests visiting." "Guest?" Qingming asked the woman. "It's a monk named Zhizhi from Mount Rui."

"Strange, who is it..." "The visitor said that if Lord Abe Seimei is at home, he would like to see him." "Then you solemnly invite him to come here." "Yes." The woman responded, and walked briskly from the withered yellow field to the main entrance. Her movements were extremely neat, as if the withered yellow fields under her feet did not exist.When the hem of a woman's unlined garment touched the grass, the grass did not move. "Isn't this great?" Boya said to Qingming. "What's good?" "When the guests come, we can't continue talking."

"Ah." Seimei neither confirmed nor denied, just looked at Boya and smiled slightly. Not long after... On the narrow corridor ahead, the woman just now was walking demurely. Followed by a monk. The monk looked very slender, about sixty years old. "Master Wise is here." The woman saluted, turned her back slowly, and stepped out again. One step, two steps... After less than five steps, the figure of the woman gradually blurred.Before reaching the corner at the end of the narrow corridor, the woman's figure suddenly disappeared.