Hotel room.

Kitahara Nanfeng and Natsume Mio hugged each other, kept warm for a while, then parted and changed into clothes.

On the way to organize your clothes.

Kitahara Nanfeng bent down slightly, helped Mio Natsume tidy up the hem of her skirt, and then reached out to pinch her skirt with excellent elasticity, as if she was glamorous and glossy, sighing: "No matter how many times I look at it, I feel it's so good..."

"Don't let it go... Brother Yi, your skirt will wrinkle."

Natsume Mio gently kicked Kitahara Nanfeng's ankle, as if she was delicate and angry.

Beiyuan Nanfeng straightened his waist and smiled and was about to say something else, but suddenly stopped.

He seemed to have noticed something, turned his head suddenly and looked at the window facing Matsuro Tando Izumoto.

Push-pull wooden windows are half open.

A strange feeling suddenly fermented in the heart of Beiyuan Nanfeng.

Log in, log in

suddenly.

The monotonous sound of strings came in from outside the window.

The cold tone was filled with sadness and an indescribable strange feeling.

Beiyuan Nanfeng frowned and stared out the window.

It's only seven o'clock now.

"...It's Sanwei Shi, Brother Yi."

Natsume Mio also noticed the abnormality. She came to Kitahara Nanfeng and gently held his arm.

The cool sound of the strings seemed to be a little bigger after Mio Natsume said the name of the instrument.

then.

A hoarse female voice elongated the tone and whispered like a scattered sing, accompanied by the scattered three-flavored lines, began to sing a cappella.

The unspeakable paradoxical feeling became stronger and stronger.

There should be no normal person who plays the Sanwei line in the early morning and then sings?

“What are you singing?”

Kitahara Nanfeng protected Mio behind him, looked out the window and asked.

Natsume Mio showed a thoughtful look and said uncertainly: "It seems to be a song or a song during the performance of the Maiki."

Beiyuan Nanfeng opened his mouth and before he could speak, he noticed the half-open window. Somehow... it suddenly became foggy.

The fog rose from nowhere.

Beiyuan Nanfeng moved his eyes slightly for a while, and milky white mist appeared outside the window, tangling and floating, like flowing slurry.

Moreover, the wisps of mist have begun to penetrate into the room through the half-open window.

Log in, log in

The three-flavor line accompanies the singing, raise the tune again.

"What a good harvest day."

Then, a rough laugh came.

Someone outside the window laughed loudly, accompanied by the scattered three-flavor line accompaniment, sighing loudly that today is a good day for a good harvest.

Kitahara Nanfeng glanced at Mio Natsume who was holding his arms, signaling her to stand there, and then walked to the window alone.

He looked out at the window.

Outside the window.

The modern streets were clearly still well last night, but they had turned into muddy dirt roads. The roads were decorated with stone beasts, and there were fog like flowing slurry everywhere.

And the middle of the road filled with fog.

A woman in a simple kimono and a cat-faced mask was holding Sanmi, sitting on the side of the road and playing quietly.

Beiyuan Nanfeng glanced at the woman, then turned his head to look at the right side of the muddy dirt road.

It seems that the right side of the end cannot be seen.

A short and fat man wearing a black hat and hunting suit, holding a fishing rod in one hand and holding a fat snapper in the other. The barefoot man laughed and was walking forward strode forward.

soon.

The short and fat man came to the window where the north wind was located.

The short and fat man slowed down his pace with the fat bream that was still struggling and beating. Suddenly, he raised his head, looked at the Nanfeng of Beiyuan who was poking his head out, and laughed: "Today is a good day!"

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at him silently.

"Do you want to go fishing together?" The short and fat man didn't seem to mind that Kitanohara Nanfeng was silent, and still laughed and asked.

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at the foggy street and finally opened his mouth.

He said blankly, "Forget it, it's good that the weather... you are so blind, I'm afraid you will fall into the water and make a nest for me."

“…”

The sound of the accompaniment of Sanmi line suddenly paused, and the kimono woman wearing a cat-faced mask became slightly stiff.

The expression on the short and fat man's face also froze.

But he quickly shook his head, ignored Beiyuan Nanfeng, continued to laugh and walked forward.

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at the end of the left side of the road, which was filled with thicker mist, and his eyes could not penetrate.

And he also witnessed the short and fat man disappearing into the end of the thick fog.

Just like a god hidden.

Then, the laughter disappeared.

The fog seemed to be isolated from the sound.

"Oh, what a good woman."

"Oh, what a good man."

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at the end of the left and had not reacted yet.

There was another voice from the other side.

Beiyuan Nanfeng turned his head again.

The end of the right.

A pair of handsome men and women wearing long ragged cloth that barely covered their bodies slowly walked out.

The two walked barefoot on the muddy dirt road, looking at each other while smiling and praising each other.

The accompaniment of Sanwei Line is still ringing continuously.

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at this scene and felt strange.

no way.

It's just now in modern times.

Suddenly I saw a world outside the window, and anyone would feel this way.

soon.

The handsome man and woman were about to walk down the window where the north wind was located.

Dongdong.

There was a knock on the door behind him.

Kitahara Nanfeng looked back and Mio Natsume trotted and opened the door.

Sumiko Nichiko and Sunagaki walked in together.

The two of them also have a tacit understanding.

Sunaga Hitsuki hugged Natsume Mio, and said, "Don't look at the kid," while taking her away from the window.

And Sumiko Qihai came to Nanfeng, Beiyuan.

“…It’s just right, what’s going on?”

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at Shihai Chengzi with some doubts.

Sumiko Nichi stood beside him and glanced at the foggy window and the handsome man and woman who were walking towards him.

"I don't know, it probably has something to do with Izumo's big club, but I haven't participated in the so-called divine discussion, so I don't know."

Sumiko Qihai expressed her guess and then changed her tone:

"But I know that guy and woman."
To be continued...