And I quickly reacted to the scariest point.
——Xir's original surname seems to be Zen Yuan.
Fu Hei was the surname he changed with his wife after he joined the family. I didn't think too much about it at first, I only sighed in private that his little white face is really dedicated to his work.
But now that I think about it, this move is a bit of a clear line with the original family.
After all, although it is only a few fragments, my family in the Chanyuan has left me with the first impression of being old-fashioned and stubborn.
It's hard to imagine that Zhen Er actually came from such a family. It is estimated that things are going to be the opposite. There is nothing in his body that has anything to do with the Chanyuan.
In fact, I don’t really care much about my own life experience. Whether it’s a Zen courtyard or anything else, it’s just a set symbol. It has nothing to do with me, let alone a sense of belonging.
So I just dragged the system and rambled a few words.
[Speaking of which, am I the elder of Xiao Hui? 】I even have time to dream.
The system dealt a ruthless blow to my remarks.
[Host, you are thinking too much, the family tree of a family like the Chanyuan is estimated to be no worse than a dictionary. In the current world line, the identity background of your character is only a relatively marginal branch, and you committed a crime ten years ago. At fault, the whole family has been expelled from the Chanyuan family]
[Perhaps if you work hard, you can probably sneak into Fu Heihui's yard and become a maid]
Me:...
Yes, the Chanyuan family is extremely patriarchal, and the lowest there is Ordinary people without magic power, followed by women.
If you're unfortunate enough to be an ordinary woman, congratulations, the hell script is already on the way.
This kind of place really feels bad when I think about it, and I don't want to mention it again.
The sweat dried on my body quickly, and I felt a little cold again, so I retracted back into the quilt.
[Forget it, I still don’t know this kind of thing. ]
[Sleep, good night, system]
The system got stuck for a while, and seemed to realize that the communication with me was becoming more and more casual recently, and it stopped after saying good night.
Unfortunately, the system can stop, but I can't stop.
There is a cost to entering four omens dreams in a row.
I burned to nearly 40 degrees that night, and Xia Youjie's face changed when he saw the thermometer.
He made a quick decision, wrapped the quilt, and hugged me horizontally from the bed. He didn't care about being low-key or low-key, and summoned a curse spirit to carry me straight to the hospital.
It was a spell that looked like a magic carpet, and could easily take three or four people to the sky.
My forehead was hot, but at the same time I felt cold, as if the wind could blow directly between my bones, and I shrank under the quilt and shook.
After Xia Youjie realized this, he wrapped me in his arms again.
We arrived at the hospital very quickly. With the help of Xia Youjie, I was groggy and registered for a face-to-face consultation. Almost the second I touched the chair, I fell asleep. I don’t even remember when the nurse hung the water for me. .
When he woke up again, the people around him had been replaced by Gojo Satoru.
I was covered with a blanket and slept soundly with my head on his shoulder. Gojo Satoru sat motionless next to me, staring straight ahead, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Um...cough cough." I wanted to call him, but my throat was extremely dry, and as soon as I made a sound, I felt a little itchy, and I couldn't help lowering my head and coughing twice.
"Qianna."
He suddenly turned his head and reached out to touch my face.
"Drink water."
I tugged at his sleeve.
Gojo Satoru just stood up, but he couldn't help turning his head.
"Can you be alone?"
I grinned, thinking he made a fuss.
"Cough...it's okay."
He came back very quickly, and after I finished a whole glass of water with his hands, I felt like my whole body was reborn, even my drowsy brain. All awake a lot.
"Where's Jay?"
I looked around curiously.
"Go buy you breakfast."
Gojo Satoru sat next to me again, raised his hand and pressed me back on his shoulder.
"Rest."
"Oh."
I agreed, but I didn't close my eyes at all. Instead, I raised my head to count his eyelashes seriously. This angle was just right, and my vision was not affected by the sunglasses at all.
Gojo Satoru seemed to feel something, his blue eyes squinted downward.
"Look at what."
I was actually distinguishing the difference from his dream, but I definitely couldn't say "I'll see if there's a difference between you and that person", and I'd be beaten.
"You look good." This is what I often say to him in my dreams.
I could feel the muscles under his uniform tense for a moment and then relax deliberately.
Then Gojo Satoru tore off his sunglasses and winked at me.
"Then I'll show you more."
I looked at him silently, and after five seconds, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.
Gojo Satoru was really angry.
"...What do you mean!"
I snorted, but the corners of my mouth couldn't help curving.
That prop is really amazing, and even this reaction is simulated exactly the same.
I thought about the relationship between the omens dream and reality for a while, but after a while I became sleepy, so I continued to sleep on Gojo Satoru.
Halfway through, he was called up by Xia Youjie and had a light breakfast.
"No onions." I pointed.
Xia Youjie worked tirelessly to help me pick out the chopped green onions.
After eating a little bit, I lost my appetite, so I could only lean back in my chair and stare blankly.
"I want to eat ice cream."
Xia Youjie helped me adjust the bottle infusion set, and then refused me as a matter of course.
"No."
"Why? Ice cream should be eaten with a sore throat." I raised my fingers and started to speak.
"Especially if you eat strawberry flavor, you can freeze it until the disease is cured." Gojo
Satoru glanced at me and retorted: "I think the vanilla flavor is more effective."
Xia Youjie looked like he wanted to punch each of us.
But two to one, his objection was useless. I hung up the water and went to eat the ice cream. Before I could take two bites, Wujo Satoru next to him stretched out his head and bit off half of it.
I stood sluggishly on the road, my brain was a little stuck, as if it was difficult to deal with this sad reality.
My body reacted faster than my brain, and after eating the remaining half and half, I held up the ice cream and cried to Xia Youjie, because there was ice in my mouth, and my words were still a little slurred.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
Before he finished speaking, Xia Youjie, who had never been involved in such things as robbing desserts, suddenly lowered his head without a word, and took a bite of the rest of my ice cream. Lost.
I stared at him blankly, and then looked at the bare wooden stick in my hand.
Xia Youjie looked at me innocently, and Wujou Shou, who was behind him, put a smile on my shoulder.
"Hey, Jie moves so fast."
Xia Youjie politely replied, "It's okay."
It was too much, so I only took two bites.
I cried out loudly.
I didn't talk to these two people until I got home. Scumbags, scumbags, why do I even rob the sick patient's snacks? Why do I know them.
Maybe it's because I ate less ice cream, I've been sick for a long time and haven't gotten better.
After about another half month, my body temperature was barely maintained in a relatively normal range, and people seemed to be in a better mood.
It's already November, it's winter, and I didn't plan to go out, but Gojo Satoru happened to be on a business trip in Hokkaido at this time, so he logically asked us to go there to soak in the hot springs.
"Ah, it can be reimbursed anyway, don't you take advantage of the magic world, you have changed, Qianna-chan." He said so.
When I heard the high-level compensation for the spell that could have offered a reward to hunt me down, I, who had been lying lazily on the sofa, immediately changed my tone and sat up solemnly.
"Well, I like this kind of immoral thing the most, so it's decided. I'll leave early tomorrow. By the way, Wu, you still remember what our business trip purpose is." I said solemnly.
Gojo Satoru was very cooperative: "Definitely help you to order the most expensive one."
I hung up the phone contentedly, got up from the lazy sofa, and quickly opened the kitchen door with the blanket in my arms.
Xia Youjie was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at me, with the little yellow duck apron I carefully selected for him tied around his waist.
"Wu called us to go to the hot spring together." I smiled.
Xia Youjie just wanted to say something, but at the same time, the casserole on the stove behind made a sound of steam and the lid was lifted, with a "pop".
So he turned around, lifted the lid, and turned down the heat again.
The mellow aroma of the soup filled the whole kitchen, I took a deep breath, couldn't help but get a head out of Xia Youjie's arm, staring at the casserole expectantly.
"I want to drink."
Xia Youjie raised his arm and glanced at his watch.
"Come on, wait another quarter of an hour."
The kitchen in the house we rented was relatively small. After all, I thought I would make a living by taking out food. Even if I occasionally cook, I am alone, and I don't care. Who would have thought of summer oil Jay is so kind.
Now that the two of us are huddled together in the kitchen, I feel a little cramped, and I don't want to leave, so I hug Xia Youjie's waist from behind, try my best to get out of my head, and sniff next to me.
Xia Youjie couldn't help laughing. He raised his hand and touched the top of my hair. Then he added a little salt to the soup. After stirring at a constant speed, he scooped a spoonful of it with a spoon and put it to my mouth when it was cold.
I leaned in and drank it.
Well, it's so fresh.
"Wuwu, we Jie are too virtuous, don't get married, I can't live without you." - the soup.
I make a delicious sound.
Xia Youjie lowered his eyes and looked at me, the faint purple pupils made it difficult to see what he was thinking: "Does Qiannai hate me?"
"Yes, yes." Pulling his sleeve, motioning for more.
Xia Youjie directly scooped out a bowl for me, and asked me to take it to the living room to drink, not to get in the way here.
With a smirk, I held the soup bowl and walked out.
After the loving lunch, Xia Youjie was in charge of coaxing Mimiko and Nanako to sleep. After I got sick, I basically didn't care about everything, I lay down on the sofa with the blanket and started taking a nap.
After waking up, I turned on my phone and glanced at it.
There are two new messages above.
——It was the information about the hot spring hotel sent by Gojo Satoru.
I've heard of this place, it's expensive, and I'd never go there just by looking at the price.
But if someone reimburses it, it will be different, I am ready to book tomorrow's ticket with a smile on my face.
By the way, drag Xia Youjie out of his room.
"Let's go, go out with me." It's
been a long time since I went out, and even the sun is a little strange.
I wrapped my coat tightly, took Xia Youjie's arm, and shrank half of my body behind him.
This way to block the wind.
It's winter now, and I'm taking a breath of cold wind.
I'm going to buy some snacks to eat on the way. Although Xia Youjie's craftsmanship is good, I just want to eat junk food.
To save time, Xia Youjie and I split up.
He went to the supermarket and I went straight to the dessert shop.
It's been a long time since I came to this store. As soon as I entered the door, I felt like I was back in my happy hometown.
Eh? Is this house's signature lemon cheesecake still sold out?
I reach for the last remaining box.
As a result, one hand pressed the cake box with me almost at the same time.
I turned around and saw a squinting boy.
At first I thought he had small eyes, but then I found out that this man didn't open his eyes at all.
He was wearing a rather British-style cloak, and even his voice sounded very young.
"The lemon cheese here is the best in Yokohama, so Master Luanbu will never give it to you."
I stared at him blankly.
Messy, disorderly?
Is that the scramble I thought?