Musashi of the Elf

"Well, it feels so uncomfortable." The little girl opened her misty eyes and muttered unconsciously, but was covered by the sudden pain.Immediately afterwards, memories came one after another like a raging tide, completely submerging his unconscious consciousness.

The moonlight shines through the glass window in this room. On a slightly old but neat little bed, there is a little girl with burgundy hair curled up. Her brows are furrowed and her thin and slender hands are holding her head. She is pale with pain. A sickly blush appeared on his face.

Late at night, the desolate moonlight shines on the little girl's face, like an old man's kind hand, trying to calm her pain.

In the early morning, the sound of "Bobo, Bobo" came from the ridge of the wooden structure, but it flew away after a while.

The rustle of sweeping in the yard outside the house drifted through the half-open window and reached the ears of the little girl who was sleeping spread out.

The little girl on the bed frowned slightly and turned over, turned sideways, and pulled the quilt that had been kicked aside at some point. Warmth enveloped her whole body again. She settled her mouth comfortably and continued to sleep peacefully.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the room opened with a creaking sound, and the sound of gentle footsteps could be heard.

"Musashi~, Musashi~" A gentle and slightly haggard female voice came from the bedside. When the woman saw the little girl's sleeping posture, she smiled slightly and relaxed her brows.

Then he covered the little girl's forehead with a somewhat rough but warm hand, with a relaxed expression on his face, as if confirming, and then he brought the back of his hand close to his forehead and placed it against the little girl's forehead.After repeating it several times, the anxiety in his eyebrows finally subsided, and he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank God, the fever has finally subsided."

"Woo!" The little girl on the bed finally felt something strange. She spread out her curled up body like a kitten, straightened her hands and feet, yawned vaguely, and then woke up leisurely.

He looked at the woman with half-open eyes for a long time, as if to confirm something.After a while, he greeted me: "Mom, good morning."

The voice is a little hoarse

After hearing this, the woman felt distressed and quickly asked the little girl: "Musashi, how are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"

The little girl, Musashi, thought for a while and nodded: "Well, I feel much more comfortable, but I'm a little tired and want to sleep."

With a coquettish tone, she opened her hands, hugged the woman's body that had become plump with age, and smiled.

"You're naughty again. Let go of your hands first. Mom will make porridge and serve it to you. But don't get out of bed. The fever has just subsided and you need to keep warm to avoid catching a cold again."

As he spoke, he tapped Musashi's nose lovingly, put him into bed and pressed him against the edge of the quilt, and then he was about to get up to get the hot porridge.

"Mom, Musashi wants something sweeter." Musashi grabbed the quilt with both hands and looked at the woman, saying coquettishly in a child's unique soft and waxy voice.

"Okay, okay. But it's only this time, you know." The woman caressed Musashi lovingly and nodded in agreement.

Negotiation was successful and partial information for skill negotiation was obtained 15

Several Chinese symbols suddenly appeared in front of Musashi's eyes.Ignoring these characters, I began to fantasize about the taste of sweet porridge.

"Well, I know mom is the best. By the way, dad is gone?" Musashi nodded and then asked.

"Not yet, he is eating. What's wrong?" the woman said.

"Then I'll say hello to daddy when I've had enough rest." The little girl thought for a while and said.

"Then you have to rest well. You can't kick the quilt again in the future, you know." The woman pinched Musashi's nose and warned him.

"I know, I know, Musashi knows, Musashi is hungry~" He didn't want to hear more about it and quickly changed the topic.

"Okay, mom will bring you the porridge right now." The woman had no choice but to get up and go downstairs.

"It must be delicious, hehe." Musashi recalled the taste in his memory and huddled into the quilt happily.

The woman walked downstairs, turned to the kitchen, picked up a clean porcelain bowl, and carefully poured out a bowl of porridge. The porridge was very fragrant and rich, and it was dotted with beautiful blue fruit particles.

He placed the bowl firmly, took out a glass jar from the storage cabinet above, looked at the sugar that could only barely cover the bottom, moved slightly, and sighed.

He opened the lid, scooped out a little bit, and sprinkled it on top of the steaming porridge. Before the woman could put the sugar bowl down, it had already melted away.

Place the sugar bowl and mix carefully.He touched the spoon with his lips and nodded. The temperature was just right, and then he went upstairs to deliver it to the girl.

"Musashi, get up and have some porridge."

The woman looked at Musashi, whose eyes were full of expectation, smiled slightly, and placed the porridge on the small cabinet next to the bed.

"kindness"

Musashi nodded. He wanted to push himself up, but found that his body was weak and his face was a little depressed.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine. You'll be fine if you rest more. Let's see if you dare to kick the quilt off. Come here, mom, help you, one, two, three, get up."

The woman put her hands under the girl's armpits, shouted slogans, pulled the girl's body out of the quilt, and placed a pillow so that Musashi could lean on it and feel more comfortable.

"That's enough, Musashi, look at what this is." The woman brought the porridge to Musashi and said mysteriously.

"The sweet porridge also has fruits, and it tastes so good." Musashi said with a crooked smile.

"Your little bright eyes belong to our family. Mom will feed you." The woman said with a joyful expression.

"Well" the girl obediently waited for the woman to feed her.

Carefully scoop up a spoonful of porridge, blow it gently to cool it, touch it to your lower lip and feel the temperature is just right, then put it into the girl's mouth.

The blue pulp enters the mouth with a hint of sweet and sour fragrance and the warm porridge, chews it slightly, and enters the empty stomach along the esophagus, instantly warming the whole body.

By eating orange porridge, the blood volume recovery speed is slightly increased.

Although the system worked hard to refresh its sense of existence, this piece of information still fell into the sea and no one cared about it.

"It's so sweet and delicious. Musashi wants more." The girl narrowed her eyes and said happily.

Hearing the girl's praise, the woman smiled and repeated the previous action, scooping up another spoonful and carefully blowing it into Musashi's mouth. After a while, the whole bowl of porridge went into the little girl's belly.

Musashi felt the heat slowly dissipating from his stomach with satisfaction, and praised, "It's delicious. Mom's cooking is the best."

The woman smiled and said, "You have a sweet mouth and have a good rest. Your body will be well soon."

"Yeah, well, Musashi will get better soon if he rests." The girl replied obediently.

The woman carried the girl and put her back into bed, straightened the quilt, kissed the little girl who was not born to her, smiled, put away the dishes and chopsticks, and walked out quietly.

Walking downstairs, the mainstay of the family was wearing shoes. He looked up at the woman coming downstairs and asked, "Haruko, how is Musashi? Is he feeling better?"

"It's much better, the fever has gone away, but she is a little weak. Give her some fruit porridge, and she will be able to run around again tomorrow after resting." The woman named Haruko said to the man with a smile.

"That's good. It seems that yesterday's medicine was very effective. I'll stop by to thank Dr. Yingu later. I'm going out." When the man heard the good news, a smile broke out on his face, and he no longer looked anxious.

"The child's father, when he comes back...forget it, be careful on the road." The woman hesitated, thinking about the sugar at home, and waved goodbye to the man who was leaving.

"Well, you should be careful at home. I'm leaving." After adjusting the front of the old Fuji bicycle, he sighed slightly, stood up and waved to Haruko with a smile, got on the bike and headed towards the work point.

The woman watched her husband go away, waved her hand, closed the courtyard door, and started the day's housework.