Uneasy daily life

He wore a Taoist robe underneath, a kasaya draped diagonally, and a priest's attire on top, secured by a shimenawa rope at his waist—a style that defied convention. In his hand he carried a peach wood sword with a cross hanging from its hilt, and on his head a monk's hat adorned with magatama, making him impervious to all magic. He chanted Amitabha, his hands forming yellow talismans and cinnabar characters, his feet treading the seven stars and eight trigrams; his swordplay was unpredictable and unrestrained, displaying mastery of both literary and martial arts.

"...What are you doing?"

Feng Bin and Hua listlessly raised their eyes, surprisingly without making a complaint.

Could it be... some kind of filthy thing in disguise?!

"Hey!" The white figure held up the peach wood sword and shouted sternly, "What kind of monster are you? I have never saved a fox, never kept a cat, and only dabbled in petting dogs. I have no interest in communication between the Yin and Yang realms. If you have any grudges and come to seek revenge, then show me your true form. Don't try to fool me by pretending to be a stick figure!"

"Stop bothering me, I'm not in the mood to play with you."

Feng Bin and Hua strode into the house, closing the door behind them. They sighed with a strange sense of melancholy, then looked up at the fully armed white figure: "I said..."

The peach wood sword tentatively poked Feng Binhua in the chest.

Feng Bin and Hua Yi froze, staring blankly at the white figure.

Sakurajima Mai's eye twitched violently. Had she scared the hater too much?

Bai Ying frowned and asked, "Bai Yinghua, are you binding your chest?"

Toyohama Kazuka: #!

When the golden retriever that had fallen into the water suddenly roared and transformed into a golden lion king, snatched the peach wood sword and used the Chaotic Cloak Blade Technique to slap the white figure twice, chasing him all the way to the sofa, the white figure had to admit that the stick figure in front of him was indeed a stick figure.

"calm!"

The white figure caught the wooden sword with its bare hands, and even had to call out a substitute to help block the opponent's weapon.

"You die!"

Feng Bin and Hua's expressions were ferocious.

"what--!"

The white figure suddenly screamed, releasing the wooden sword with both hands. Feng Bin and Hua panicked, realizing they had accidentally injured the other's hand in the struggle. She quickly rushed over: "Hey! Are you alright..."

"N-nothing..." Bai Ying clutched her chest, coughed twice while leaning back on the sofa, and said in a pained and melancholy tone, "Today's calamity is only to be expected... I only regret... I only regret that I have not been able to repay my country and my family, that I have died before my life was over, that my great cause was not accomplished, and that my spirit has been exhausted... So be it, so be it, in the end, it is I who have failed you..."

Feng Bin and Hua remained expressionless, raised their wooden swords and slapped Bai Ying on the head, then sat down on the sofa in a sullen mood.

The white figure lay there, barely breathing, like a corpse.

"Hey, are you dead or not?"

Feng Bin and Hua muttered irritably, "If you're not dead, at least offer some comfort. I'm really annoyed."

Bai Ying scratched his head and suggested, "You pretend to jump off the building, and I'll pretend I didn't catch you. Then we'll tell your mom to come crying to you?"

"Shut up! Get out of there!"

Feng Bin and Hua glared back fiercely, sighed dejectedly, and suddenly noticed a vase and a cardboard box on the living room table. Inside the cardboard box were letters: "What are you doing?"

"Um……"

Bai Ying said with a serious expression, "There is a blue rose in the vase, can you see it?"

Feng Bin and Hua rolled their eyes: "There's nothing there. Did you see something? Then you should see a doctor—no, you should have seen a doctor a long time ago."

"Oh dear, something evil might have gotten into my house."

Yes, something unclean did get into my house.

It looks like Hua and Auntie had another fight; this is the sixth time now...

Mai Sakurajima reached out and poked at the blue rose in the bottle. She had seen these roses by the flower bed when she went downstairs. A naughty child had gotten tired of playing with the roses and tossed them aside by the flower bed.

With no one around to observe, he picked up the rose and waved it around... as if trying to make the rose resemble his own state?

Perhaps it's like one's own clothes? People can't observe themselves, so naturally they can't observe their own clothes either?

Is it possible to actively control this state?

Chapter 112 My Sister Became a Ghost?!

"My house is haunted."

"A demon?" Toyohama Kazuka retorted listlessly, "If a demon enters, you should ask a samurai, or at the very least a shrine maiden, right? Your peach wood sword will just get chopped off in one bite."

"Not the kind of ghost with red, menacing eyes that bites a child cleanly, but a ghost..." Bai Ying said vividly, seeing that Feng Bin and Hua were not very interested. "For example, the kind where someone turns over under the bed, you hear a door opening upstairs but no door closing, or you hear a knock on the door when you go to the bathroom in the middle of the night..."

Feng Bin and Hua forced themselves to stay alert and said with a pout, "What's there to be afraid of when you knock on the door?"

"I meant knocking on the toilet door."

"?"

Feng Bin and Hua glanced sideways at the white figure, then remembered to lock the toilet door: "So the ghost you're talking about is something like ghost stories? So there are ghost stories in this house, how scary, huh."

She was now devoid of joy or sorrow, spouting nonsensical words, too lazy to pay attention to the white shadow's attempts to scare her.

Believe me! There really is a ghost in this house!

Bai Ying slapped his thigh and said, "I'm not lying to you this time. It's extremely scary, enough to frighten you so much that your liver and gallbladder will burst and you'll die of anger!"

"Yes, yes, yes..." Toyohama and Hana replied perfunctorily, "What does that ghost look like? Sadako or Tomie?"

Mai Sakurajima: '...'

"What kind of form can a ghost have? Do you think being covered in tomato sauce, missing weight, and having reptilian habits makes you scary?" the white figure scoffed. "True fear comes from the unknown. The scariest thing is being pinned to the guillotine, not having your head separated from your body."

Mai Sakurajima: '...'

The white figure's face showed a look of reminiscence.

……

I am an energetic young man who occasionally lives alone at home. There are two bedrooms in the house. One is mine, which is decorated and cleaned rather casually. The other is used to accommodate runaway girls. There are vases on the balcony, and potted plants on the balcony. The room has good lighting and a reassuring atmosphere.

For those girls who frequently run away from home, I am a god, a god who provides food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. Unlike my colleagues who don't care about manners, I value style and sophistication. Before I get tired of them, I am polite, gentle, and considerate—for those who have a hierarchy, politeness comes at different prices.

A simple nod of approval from a parent can be far more valuable to a child than anything else.

When one is in a superior position, politeness is an expression of nobility; when one is in a subordinate position, politeness is an expression of humility.

The superiors set an example for the inferiors; this is the essence of etiquette and moral education.

After lunch, I looked out at the city from the room that was used to house runaway girls. I couldn't help but recall the smiles and gestures of my previous tenant. She was an exceptionally charming girl, youthful, beautiful, lively, and generous. If it weren't for the deep-seated family conflicts, she probably wouldn't have run away from home and become a girl waiting for the gods. As she stayed, she left more and more traces in this house, almost turning from a tenant into a homeowner.

Enveloped in that tender yet passionate emotion, it was so sweet and honey-like that it almost made one lose oneself.

Fortunately, I remembered that what God most needed to stay away from was emotion.

This room has no owner, only passersby.

I carefully swept away the traces she left behind and reached into the vase to pick up a blue rose.

"The meaning of blue roses is mutual understanding, the romance of soulmates, and the beauty of commitment to each other."

I muttered to myself, repeating the image before me of that girl with her back to me, speaking calmly as she placed the blue rose into the vase. At that moment, I simply smiled and didn't say anything to annoy her, since I hadn't lost interest yet and of course couldn't be impolite.

just now……

"Relationships that begin with self-interest and are built on the reliance on self-interest are like fools who are obsessed with the illusion of being in a superior position and hope to obtain pure emotional relationships from self-interested relationships—have they not heard the absurdity of bosses ordering employees to dedicate their loyalty to the company?"

I gave a slightly delayed reply, but to my surprise, I received a response.

"Is that what you think?" She stood expressionless beside her, her eyes filled with the shattered, bewildered look of someone just waking up from a deep dream.

"You haven't left yet?" I took the blue rose out of the vase and handed it to her with a smile. "This doesn't belong here. It should be returned to its rightful owner."

She took the flowers and stubbornly put them back in the vase.

I chuckled dismissively, finding her adorably silly.

"Can I take a shower?" she asked absentmindedly. "I slipped and fell outside and I'm a little dirty."

"Sure, it's nothing." I smiled knowingly. "Taking a bath is good; it's easier to get clean and then get dirty again."

She didn't say anything, found a few clothes, and went into the bathroom. Soon after, the sound of water could be heard.

Another chance to get something for free, how wonderful!

I listened to the sound of water in the bathroom and happily daydreamed for a while when my phone suddenly rang. Bored while waiting, I took out my phone and glanced at it. It seemed to be a news article: a girl had committed suicide by jumping off a building in the Hideyuki Apartment in Yokohama, Kanagawa. Her name was... her?

I was lost in thought when I saw that the vase was completely empty.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

"Look, here's a blue rose."

The white figure pointed to the vase and spoke slowly.

It felt like someone was acting opposite me, rehearsing lines. This female ghost seems to have some artistic talent.

Well, let's just call him a mid-tier actor for now.

"Blue Rose is here, you usurper, you black-hearted bastard." Mai Sakurajima stood next to the white figure, pursing her lips in exasperation. So, she still didn't see her.

"Oh." Toyohama Kazuka rolled her eyes. "So you're already a piece of trash who got killed by the ghost story's female ghost?"

"Is it possible that I suspect you are that female ghost?"

Bai Ying asked with a serious expression.

"Get up!" Feng Bin and Hua replied crisply. Remembering what had just happened, they gestured with the peach wood sword in their hands. "Who is this Bai Yinghua you're talking about?"

"A bastard who is keen on deceiving others by disguising himself, changing his voice, and lying. His style is to act on the heart rather than on profit, and he specializes in deceiving people's feelings."

Are you introducing yourself?

Feng Bin and Hua had a strange expression, and then said irritably, "Besides, I'm not some runaway girl waiting for God, you bastard, stop making veiled accusations!"

"Yes, yes, I know you can do housework and cleaning. If I squeeze a little, I can even get some rent out of you." Bai Ying clicked her tongue, becoming a bit serious for the moment. "To put it simply, I might have encountered a ghost right now. Why don't you stay at the hero's place for a while?"

Feng Bin and Hua's eyes widened, a surge of irritation welling up inside them: "Huh?! You..."

Bai Ying said earnestly, "I didn't despise you, I didn't find you annoying, I didn't treat you like a drowning dog when you were homeless, leaving you to wander the streets, spend all your spare change, and become a wild and destitute person, giving up on yourself and embarking on an unspeakable path of no return..."

"Xinei!"

Feng Bin and Hua raised their wooden swords in a fit of rage, a perfect example of how possessing a weapon can ignite a murderous intent.

"You, a girl, dare to approach me?! Drop your weapon and surrender immediately, then obediently go home!"

"Kill you, and this place will be my home!"

"Hiss! You bastard—damn it!"

boom.

Suddenly, a soft sound of a door hitting the wall echoed in the corridor.

A wooden sword thrust straight at Feng Bin and Hua, who were trapped between the legs of the white figure. Feng Bin was taken aback, then sneered, "You deliberately left the door open to scare me?"

"Maybe the female ghost is afraid that our playful fighting will accidentally end up in bed, so she's jealous?" Bai Ying suggested a completely new and winding idea. "To avoid the female ghost catching you cheating and taking her anger out on you, Stickman, you'd better hurry home and kowtow to your mother."

Feng Bin and Hua silently released the wooden sword, plopped back onto the sofa, and said with a gloomy expression, "You also think it's my fault?"

"When it comes to arguing, first you need to emphasize your own contributions, second you need to exaggerate the other person's responsibility, and third you need to bring up past grievances to gather historical evidence to strengthen your argument," Bai Ying said eloquently. "In my opinion, this is how you and your mother argue..."

Feng Bin and Hua interrupted impatiently, "Then whose fault do you think it is?!"

Bai Ying scoffed, "Nonsense, when did you get the idea that people always think before they speak?"

I probably didn't think too much about it. Did my mother approve? I don't know, but what I'm sure of is still my mother's expectations... mixed with things from other people.

"You're tired, fed up, don't want to argue anymore, and exhausted from trying to gain your mother's approval."

"Shut up."

"You are unwilling, you feel wronged, and you feel that you have let yourself down."

"you are annoying!"

"You don't want to be an idol anymore? You really don't?"

"..."

Feng Bin and Hua remained silent, curled up, hugged their legs, and sat on the sofa, heads down, motionless.

Bai Ying pressed her advantage, adding insult to injury, and said in a voice that was being twisted between Feng Bin and Hua, "If only Mom didn't care about me at all."

Feeling somewhat sad, Feng Bin and Hua raised their faces and glared fiercely at Bai Ying: "You bastard! Let me have some peace and quiet!"