The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

"Didn't we agree to go to enjoy the flowers together?"

"Viewing flowers?"

Wu Ye looked at Youzi suspiciously, and wanted to say something, but when those words came to his lips, he was washed away by a strange feeling:

"Well, that's right, it's an appointment to go to enjoy the flowers."

The memory of the body has already blocked the thinking circuit of the brain, and Wu Ye, who was dragged by Yuko to run, subconsciously observes everything around him. Sure enough, it still feels familiar and strange.

Passing through the long stone road, two neat rows of cherry blossom trees came into the eyes of the two of them. Yuko's eyes reflected this beautiful scene, she couldn't help letting go of Takeya's hand, and followed the petals all over the sky. The tower took a dancing step.

The girl under the flower rain danced round and round in this dreamlike world, stretching out her hand to catch one after another cherry blossoms, holding them in the palm of her hand seemed to be the joy of being gathered, that is the color of happiness.

"Beautiful cherry blossoms..."

The girl couldn't help admiring, her gesture of immersing herself in this beautiful scenery brought back to Wu Ye's mind the memory that was deliberately hidden.

Looking at Yuko's figure, Takeya's smile looked extremely stiff, like an oil painting painted with the wrong color, such a happy scene was engraved with cruel traces over and over again in his eyes.

Wu Ye clutched his chest in pain, the bloody scene in his eyes kept overlapping with Yuko in front of him, bit by bit, like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle were finally integrated together.

The expression on Yuko's face was so happy, but in Takeya's eyes, it became a prelude to sadness.

The constantly beating images, the intertwining of happiness and sadness, this weird sense of contrast kept impacting Wu Ye's heart, until the girl said the familiar closing words to him——

"Beautiful cherry blossoms..."

Still with that happy smile, Yuko tilted her head and stretched out her hand to Takeya:

"Are you right? Wu Ye?"

--wake up.

Everything in front of me is going away, Yuko, cherry blossoms, and endless white boards swallow them up and finally turn them into deep blackness, Wu Ye slowly opened his eyes, the sky of the underworld is still so gloomy.

"Have you finally woken up?"

A gentle voice rang in my ears, half of my sight was blocked by a beautiful face, cherry hair, red eyes, and this gorgeous kimono.

The corner of Wu Ye's mouth showed a smile unconsciously, and the knowledge in the dream faded away like a tide, and he quickly forgot the promise he had just made to enjoy flowers with a certain girl, but the residual memory in his body still guided him to shout Out of that name——

"Yuko."

"Yuko?"

There was an unspeakable weirdness on Yuyuko's face, and she flicked Takeya's forehead helplessly:

"Are you sleepy? Mr. Wu Ye, it's Yuyuko."

"Ah, that's it."

A sense of drowsiness hit, and Wu couldn't help closing his eyes again:

"Sorry, I seem to have misremembered accidentally, Miss Yuyuko..."

As soon as the words fell, Wu Ye's figure disappeared from Youyouzi's lap without any movement, as if he had never appeared before.

"Really, I actually forgot his name after sleeping."

Yuyuko puffed her mouth and complained:

"Are you right, Violet?"

"..."

"purple?"

Yuyuko, who didn't get a response, turned around strangely, and only saw Yakumo Zi with a nearly dull expression...

Chapter 38 Rollover scene

"Uh……"

His throat was filled with the dry feeling of just waking up from sleep, and Wu Ye, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes relying on his primitive survival instinct.

What he saw in front of him was the ceiling of his own room, but he felt uncomfortable lying on the bed. After moving his hands, he realized that although he was covered with a quilt, he was still wearing the clothes he had when he went out.

Wu Ye sat up and started to lift the quilt, but found that the corner of the quilt was pressed by something, so he looked down——

"Six Flowers?"

"...Wu Ye?"

The little head hiding under the crook of the arm shook for a while before lifting it up. Liuhua's face was blank for a while, obviously she had just woken up from sleep, but when she saw clearly the person calling her name in front of her, she was almost startled. jump up.

"Wu Ye!"

"What, what's wrong?"

Wu Ye was taken aback by Liuhua's startled performance.

"Wu Ye, are you alright?"

Liuhua looked at Wu Ye with deep guilt and worry and asked.

"Huh? What can I have, ah..."

The ambiguity of waking up from the dream dissipated, and Wu Ye finally remembered the cause and effect completely. He traveled to the Santu River in the way of revolving lanterns, fought again by the way, and then went to the underworld to sleep. The premise of these things——