I became the golden finger of the indigenous people

Chapter 92 92. The Years Are Quiet (Happy Lantern Festival, fellow book lovers!)

blue star.

Jiangnan, Wucheng.

afternoon.

The sun is warm.

Xun Mu rubbed his stomach and sat on the balcony.

drop!
The phone screen flashed, it was Qi Yan's message.

Only two words: come to the store.

"Okay, Miss Qi, I'm bored again."

Xun Mu stood up.

By the way.

He was going to the library to borrow some books on self-cultivation, and see if he could deduce a better spiritual method based on the 'Day Meditation Method'.

……

Wucheng is still the familiar small city.

The afternoon sun casts circles of light and shadow, white pagodas, streams, black boats...

Everything is sparkling.

On the trail paved with bluestone slabs, the halos flowed, and the color became dull, showing a slightly drunken amber.

'Perhaps, a beautiful girl will jump off a passing car and let me catch it! '

Xun Mu thought divergently.

It's a pity to disappoint him...

Blue Star doesn't have any kind of driver, and the small town of Wucheng probably doesn't have that kind of driver.

……

Sanwei Bookstore.

In his left hand, Xun Mu held a stack of books such as "Zuo Wang Jing", "Qing Xin Jue" and "Bing Xin Mantra", and in his right hand he held the persimmons he bought on the road, and held a bunch of 'starry sky' in his arms.

Qi Yan sat on the second floor as usual.

She had just taken a bath, and her skin, usually as white as porcelain, was slightly rosy at this moment; her long, unblown hair still contained some moisture; she was dressed in white, making it even more black and shiny.

How to describe it?
Well, it's the kind of 'girls are envious, boys want to bury their faces in'.

Qi Yan held her hair in her left hand, held the hair dryer in her right, and lowered her eyes: "You're coming?"

The voice is as clear as jade, like big pearls and small pearls falling on a jade plate.

"Miss Qi called, let alone the weekend, even if there are knives in the sky, you have to come here!"

Xun Mu said with a smile.

Put a stack of books on the counter, insert 'Gypsophila' into the vase, and then carry the dried persimmons to the second floor.

I just found out...

There is not only Qi Yan alone, but also a little Qi Xin and a cat.

——Xiao Qixin is Qi Yan's cousin, eight years old; the cat is Qi Yan's cat, named Donggua.

In front of Qi Yan is an easel with various paints on it; beside the easel is a small stove.

On the small stove, the pot of water was bubbling, and the snow-white pear slices were turning up and down, exuding a sweet aroma!
And little Qixin, who was wearing suspenders, and the cat named 'Winter Melon' were staring at the small stove...

Got under control.

Xun Mu laughed, and patted 'Xiao Qixin' on the head.

"what!"

Little Qixin rolled her eyes and raised her head.

——The strong control skill was interrupted.

"Brother Mu!"

The little girl rushed forward enthusiastically.

"promise!"

Xun Mu stuffed in a piece of dried persimmon.

So, the little girl was dominated by food again!
"Meow!"

'Winter Melon' looked up and looked at this stupid two-legged beast.

Xun Mu also put a block on it.

so.

Only then did 'Winter Melon' nod in satisfaction, jumped aside with a persimmon in his mouth.

"Blow my hair."

Qi Yan stretched lazily, outlining a beautiful curve.

"Okay!"

Xun Mu twisted a strand of slender and straight hair, which was moist to the touch, but still a little far from dry.

He first tried the temperature and humidity of the hair dryer with his own hands, and adjusted it to a suitable gear.

then.

Gently flicking the long hair, holding the hair dryer in the other hand, and blowing it a little farther away.

"Well!"

Qi Yan stretched out her slender fingers, and pinched a piece of dried persimmon, eating it gracefully and calmly.

"Is it tasty?"

Xun Mu asked.

"good."

Qi Yan's beautiful eyes turned into crescent moons, "The main reason is that someone blows their hair and their hands don't feel sore."

Xun Mu: ...

Boss, won't your conscience hurt if you say this?
……

soon.

Dry your hair.

Qi Yan was drawing on the second floor, the tip of the pen touched the drawing paper, making a slight rustling sound;
Xiao Qixin sucked her mouth and continued to be controlled by the stove, waiting for the stewed pears to ripen;
'Winter Melon' dozed lazily, its tail shook slightly, and it made a purring sound from time to time.

Xun Mu?
He was reading a borrowed book, quietly and leisurely.

Time passed quietly like this.

until--

A fat woman, leading a corgi dog, urinated at the door of the study.

Xun Mu: щ()щ
He is a magnanimous and qualified person, and he doesn't plan to do anything, he just plans to wait for the fat woman to leave...

Clean it silently.

Well, in fact, I don't want the garbage man to spoil my mood today.

but--

The fat woman made an inch and pulled the pet dog, as if she was about to come in.

"Sorry, the bookstore is closed during the holidays!"

Xun Mu professionally smirked.

"Is there anyone who doesn't do business?"

The fat woman squinted at him: "Then I'll go in and have a rest, shall I go to the head office?"

"can."

Xun Mu is a reasonable person: "However, for the sake of hygiene and safety, your pet dog cannot enter!"

"Bah! How do you talk? Is it a pet dog?"

The fat woman plausibly said: "It's my son!"

Xun Mu:? ? ?

How pitiful your husband is!

'It's too much to bear, no need to bear it anymore! '

Xun Mu squinted his eyes, looked at the corgi, and tested the spirit magic method he was researching.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The corgi dog seemed to have encountered some great terror, and its limbs went limp.

then.

Whoa!
Just peed clean...

So, this time it's feces spraying.

"what!"

Amidst the screams, the fat woman behind the corgi got a bath!

this time.

The fat woman was too embarrassed to go in again, and left in despair.

And Xun Mu...

Cleaning with a black face.

"Giggle!"

Qi Yansu held a bowl of stewed pears in his hand, leaned on the armrest shaking his shoulders, and smiled happily: "No, I will reward you."

……

evening.

The setting sun slanted to the west, and the golden afterglow shrouded the whole small town.

The night wind blows.

On the willow tree in front of the bookstore, the newly grown willow leaves twinkle in the sunlight, like broken silver in the sky.

"Brother Mu!"

Little Qixin rushed over: "Break a wicker for me, I want to weave a garland!"

"I can't do it!"

Xun Mu looked at the willow tree several feet high and shook his head in embarrassment.

He is just a quiet and handsome man, so he doesn't know kung fu, let alone climb trees...

Well, steady, start small!

"Xin'er, stop making trouble!"

Qi Yan came over and hung the little girl's nose: "It's too high, even your elder brother Mu can't reach it, and there are no tools here!"

"However, it's not impossible!"

Xun Mu said suddenly.

"Ok?"

"You squat down, and I'll sit on your shoulders."

Qi Yan:? ? ?
Look, does this speak human words?

Qi Yan raised her black eyebrows, brewing emotions.

"Ahem, I'm joking."

Xun Mu touched his nose: "I'll squat down, how about you sit on my shoulder?"

then.

Qi Yan was lifted up, and the wicker was picked quickly.

Well, in this process, there was no "the girl almost fell and caught the boy's head".

——Miss Qi is capable of writing and martial arts, and her athletic skills are not bad at all.

Two garlands were woven and worn on the heads of the two sisters. Xun Mu made willow flutes out of the extra material.

"You can blow?"

"Hey, look down on me?"

"Come on then!"

Qi Yan took out a harmonica and raised it: "I will accompany you."

Woo!Woo!
Xun Mu probed twice, and soon got the feeling, and the crisp willow flute sounded.

then.

The harmonica sounded in harmony with the sound of the willow flute.

"The dark sky hangs low, the bright stars follow each other, insects fly, insects fly..."

Xiao Qixin clapped her little hands and sang in a crisp childlike voice.

at that time.

The last ray of afterglow at dusk has never faded away; in the sky, there are faint stars, and the moon is like a hook;
In the small town, a fan of white windmills slowly rotates clockwise;

In the river in front of Sanwei Bookstore, there are boats with awnings passing by.

The years are quiet.

……

　I really like a book friend's comment: You can roam around in other worlds casually, but the real life is quiet and good.

　　In fact, what I want to create is that feeling.

　　very late...

　　I'm asleep, fellow book friends, good night!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)