What kind of man is breastfeeding?

Yu Sui looked at Xinjiu with a face full of shock: "Little Sparrow... I never expected that you would pay so much for the task?"

The corner of Xinjiu's mouth twitched slightly: "No—wait a minute, are you trying to screw up something?"

"Is the lip print left by Fern Ji when she wanted to bite me? What kind of car are you driving!"

"Ahem, I'm not, liven up the atmosphere! Hehehe——"

Yu Sui smiled, then glanced at Satu: "Besides, I didn't notice the lip marks first! Look at Satu, I was so scared that I broke my chopsticks."

Sato put down the broken chopsticks, and said without changing expression: "It's just that I didn't control my strength well. You just said that that Fern Girl wanted to bite you?"

"She probably wanted to eat me at first," Xin Jiu touched his neck, and now he was a little scared when he thought about it: "But she changed her mind later, I guess she probably likes me a little..."

"puff!"

Just as Yu Sui took a sip of tea, he spit it out again; he turned his head to look at the new wine, "What did you just say? Who likes you a little bit?"

"Fern girl."

Xinjiu repeated it again and said, "Is this normal? After all, she doesn't know that I'm a woman."

"No, how is this normal?"

Yu Sui put down the cup, and decided to have a good reasoning with her: "That Fern Girl, you don't choose such a gorgeous festival god like me, and you actually like men's clothes?"

He looked at the new wine in disgust; well, he admitted that this little sparrow is indeed a bit cute.

But only a little bit!It looks ordinary!Not fancy at all!

Sato changed a new pair of chopsticks for himself, and added a sentence leisurely after hearing the words: "That shows that Ji Ji has a good vision."

After all, new wine is so cute, who wouldn’t love it?

"Is that the point?"

Xinjiu interrupted them angrily, and said: "I mean, since Yuji likes me, she probably won't eat me for the time being. So tomorrow, I'll go to contact Yuji, and Mr. Yu Sui will be there to help... Xie Do you have any harvest over there, rabbit?"

Xie Tushi swallowed a mouthful of rice without knowing the taste, and his mind was full of Xinjiu's sentence "So tomorrow I will contact Fern Ji"-today's rice was extra sour.

He said: "We didn't see Li Xia, so we gave the tube of thin blood to Sumo, and asked her to find an opportunity to test Li Xia. I guess the results won't come out so soon, we'll have to wait until tomorrow."

After discussing the plan for the next day, the two parties split up and went back to the room to sleep; before Xinjiu went to bed, he took his guitar out of the warehouse and made a temporary copy of German—the system leaned on her shoulder, using The translation machine translated it, but still didn't quite understand: [What is written here? 】

[A kind of translation of fragments of documents in Tocharian language. Although there are many translations of it, regarding the content, it is recognized by everyone as a broken love letter. 】

Xinjiu rolled up the copied paper and put it into the piano case, saying: [I copied the most widely used version. 】

System: [...Aren't you afraid of overturning your car? 】

It looked at the new wine, hesitated to speak.Xinjiu was holding the guitar and was tuning it, and he didn't raise his head when he heard the words: [I discussed ghosts with my master before—I want to try to see if there is any remnant of the instincts of those ghosts who were born. the human part. 】

[What if there is? ] The system couldn't help but ask: [What if it turns out that they still retain their humanity? 】

[Since Shangxian ghosts can maintain their humanity, then other ghosts should be able to as well. 】Xinjiu's hand kept tuning the strings, and he was seriously testing the sound with downcast eyes: 【In the future, if Wu Mi turns a person into a ghost, the ghost killing team will have a second choice besides beheading the opponent. 】

The system thought for a while, and asked: [What about the ghost who has already killed people?They are controlled by instinct and eat people, but they still maintain their humanity...]

[Brother Tong, are you so sentimental? 】Xin Jiu looked at it in shock: 【I thought you wouldn't bother with this kind of problem at all. 】

system:【……】

[The ghosts who have eaten people are very pitiful. Does it have anything to do with them having to die? 】

Xinjiu hugged the tuned guitar in his arms, and played two syllables casually: [If you can be innocent if you are poor, wouldn't the existence of laws be ridiculous? 】

[If you can be innocent if you are poor, then wouldn't the existence of laws seem ridiculous? 】

This sentence fell into 21's ears, and it was stunned for a while, even forgetting the normal operation of the data flow.

This sentence... I seem to have heard it before?

Someone said that too.Who is it?Is one, what kind of person?

It looked at the side face of Xinjiu—her fingers were slender and white, and when she plucked the strings, several basic scales floated out. 21 Suddenly, for no reason, I thought that the person who said this to me should also have black hair and brown eyes.

But she didn't have that many tears.

She is gentle and powerful, omnipotent and omniscient.

On the second night, the new wine arrived as promised, and we came to Kyogokuya again.

According to the rules, she should have bought all the most expensive cakes, beverages and small gifts in the shop again before she could go to see the oiran.It's just that this time the new wine just walked in, and before it had time to pay, it was welcomed by the bustard into the oiran's playboy's room.

"Yuji said that you are her favorite guest," the old bustard walked in front of the new wine, bowed and smiled apologetically, "so you can skip those procedures and go to see her directly."

After the bustard pushed open the door of the Younv's house, she stood respectfully at the door, as if inviting new wine in.

The old bustard closed the door after Xinjiu entered the room; Fern Ji sat in front of the window and looked at her with a smile——today, Fern Ji was not wearing the complicated kimono of the oiran, her long black hair was tied behind her head, and her delicate and gorgeous skirt was inserted obliquely. Hairpin.

Large candles were lit inside the house, and the incense was wafting from the smoker, and the moonlight came in from the window, covering Fern Ji within.A quick glance would really give people the illusion that they saw Hui Yueji.

"What are you doing standing at the door?"

Fern Ji raised her eyes to look at the new wine, the end of her eyes and her lips were blazing and bright red, embellished on her pale skin, making it more eye-catching and brilliant.

When Xin Jiu was asked by her, she suddenly came back to her senses; she scratched her face, carrying the piano case, a little embarrassed: "My sister is so beautiful, I was dazed when I looked at it."

She went into the house, took off the piano case and opened it—the new wine used an acoustic guitar.She had better ones at home, but they didn't put them in the backpack.

Fern Ji watched curiously as she took the guitar out of the case: "Is this the guitar?"

"Yes." Xin Jiu nodded and smiled, hugged the guitar in his arms, walked to the side of Fern Ji, and asked, "Sister, do you mind if I sit here?"

Today's Xinjiu didn't wear a bathrobe, but a clean white shirt and black suit pants, buttoned up to the last one, and his black hair was almost as long as his shoulders.

Ji Ji leaned against the opened window, and replied lazily: "Sit down."

So Xinjiu sat down opposite Fern Ji, and plucked the strings with her slender and fair fingers to test the sound: "Sister, is there any song you want to hear?"

"You watch the bomb."

Fern Ji raised her eyes and glanced at Xinjiu; the ends of her eyes were dyed bright red, covered with a layer of moonlight from outside, her beautiful face was so beautiful that it seemed vaguely unreal.

Xinjiu keenly sensed that Fern Ji was in a bad mood—she guessed right, Fern Ji was indeed in a bad mood.

Before the new wine came, she was educated by her brother again.

Her brother told her not to believe this man's lies, and not to be deceived by the hypocritical warmth... Fern Ji was very wronged, she felt that she was not deceived at all!

Even if it was a lie, it should be because I lied to his feelings!How could he lie to me?I am, but I am a winding ghost recognized by Mr. Wu Mi!

Mere humans... are just ingredients!I just saw that he was good-looking and well-spoken, so I gave him the chance to live for a few more days.

I was not cheated!

The light guitar sound rang in my ears, suppressing the noisy noise outside the window.Fern Ji was attracted by the sound of the guitar, so she had no time to feel sorry for herself.

The boy is holding the guitar in his arms, and his white and slender hands are skillfully moving between the strings - his beautiful eyebrows are lowered, the cold moonlight outside the window and the dim candle light in the house merge on the boy's face, dividing the light and shade of the breath Wire.

His voice is clean and clear between men and women, very neutral, and he hums songs with a special charm.

"I'm sitting in this dull room,"

"Another Sunday afternoon, another rainy day,"

"I have nothing to do, I'm wasting time,"

"I wander restlessly, I look forward to your appearance,"

……

Xinjiu raised his eyes to look at Ji Ji, and his lips, which were born with a three-point smile, also slightly curved upwards - the fingers playing the guitar just paused for half a second at this time, and the boy continued to lower his eyes as if nothing had happened, with a smile on his face .

"But you didn't show up after all, I wonder,"

"I'm out and about, driving my car,"

"I was driving too fast, I was driving too far,"

"I'd rather divert my attention a bit,"

"I still feel so alone and I look forward to your presence,"

……

The sound of the new wine is very good, and there is no out-of-tune throughout the whole process. Whether it is a relaxed tone or a faint "frustration" in the song, she played it into that rhythm.

The original version of the song was in English. She was worried that Fern Ji would not understand, so she improvised the Japanese version.

Night, moonlight, noise, brilliance, and the boy playing the guitar—he leaned against the window, sang I look forward to your appearance, then raised his eyes, smiled, and looked at you tenderly.

He quickly lowered his eyes again.

The song is cheerful and a bit depressing, but the boy's eyes are gentle and loving.

Fern Ji could feel her heartbeat beating in chords, unprecedentedly cheerful; like the first piece of ice breaking on the lake in early spring, the first green buds blooming on black dead branches.

The oiran's pale cheeks were gradually stained with a thin layer of red.

After the last note fell, Xinjiu pressed the strings of the guitar and looked at Fern Ji with sparkling eyes.Fern Ji avoided the young man's hot gaze, and covered her face with one hand in a concealed manner, "Finished playing?"

"Do you still want to hear it? If my sister still wants to hear it, I will play it for you—"

"no need!"

Fern Ji interrupted Xinjiu's words eagerly, the hand holding half of her cheek was cold, but her cheek was hot.She even wondered if the young man in front of her was someone of the same kind in disguise—maybe his blood ghost technique could affect the heartbeat through music or something...

Xin Jiu was not depressed, holding the guitar, looking at Fern Ji with burning eyes.

The young man's eyes were so clear that there was no haze, as clean and pure as holding clear water.Fern Ji was getting more heated by her, and she pretended to look at the noisy crowd outside the window: "What are you looking at me for?"

Although the last person who dared to look at him directly like this has already been dismantled into parts by himself.But the young man's gaze was too clean, with pure liking inside, without any trace of desire.

Just being watched by such eyes, Ji Ji couldn't help but have a thought in her heart: Maybe this person really loves her wholeheartedly, even if she doesn't choose to leave with him in the end, he will still be like this now He looked at himself tenderly and lovingly.

What a pity.

Ji Ji's heart, which had been frozen for nearly a hundred years, suddenly felt a little sad for this young man: Mere food, actually fell in love with her who is a ghost... It would be great if the other party was also a ghost.

Judging by his thin appearance, he would not be much stronger if he turned into a ghost - but it doesn't matter, he is a stringer!More than enough to feed another ghost.

She glanced at the boy, and suddenly made up her mind.

Although thin blood is indeed rare.But if I eat the spring, it is very likely that I will find it difficult to find a second human being who pleases me like this.

It wasn't that no one had fallen in love with her before, but Fern Ji didn't like them—before meeting Izumi, Fern Ji thought it was because she and human beings were not of the same species.

As a winding ghost, how could he like his own food?

But after meeting Quan, Ji Ji changed her mind: How could those men be as likable as the young man in front of her?

Can play such nice tunes, can sing nice songs, is as clean as a pious believer who just walked out of a shrine, his eyes are as bright as stars, and his eyes are always fixed on himself—except for his brother and Master Wu Mi, Quan It's my favorite man.

Xinjiu didn't know that she had been classified as a "baby boy to raise in the future", so she raised her hand and tapped her cheek and earlobe with her fingertips, "Sister, you are so popular here."

"Is sister shy?"

She leaned closer, resting her elbows on the table between them.

The new wine is not too close: 12 cm.

One would not exhale to the other person's face, but actually shortened the distance; she was still holding the guitar in her arms, and when she leaned over, a folded white paper fell behind the guitar.

Ji Ji saw the piece of paper with sharp eyes, grabbed it and glanced at it: it was densely packed with words that she couldn't understand.

Fern Ji Liu frowned: "What is this writing?"

Xinjiu blinked, and followed her words to change the subject: "I have already finished the translation homework at school—I think the translation is very interesting, and I originally wanted to bring it to my sister."

"Don't tell me, this is a translation?"

Ji Ji shook the white paper in front of Xin Jiu's eyes, her slender and long eyebrows slightly raised.

"I haven't had time to write the translation yet," Xinjiu pointed to his brain, and said, "It still exists here."

"Sister, do you want to listen? I'll read it to you."

Isn't it just reading a text?Why are you smiling so nicely?

Fern Ji threw the paper into Xinjiu's arms pretending to be disdainful, and lazily leaned back against the pillow: "Read it."

Xinjiu picked up the piece of paper and sat down next to Fern Ji - she got close, and Fern Ji smelled a smell that made her uncomfortable: it was the smell of wisteria flowers.

If it was someone else who dared to come up with such a smell of wisteria flowers, Fern Ji promised to let him experience for himself what it means to 'break the whole into parts'.but……

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the boy leaning over happily, but he didn't completely stick to his body, keeping a safe distance just right.

He unfolded the piece of paper in front of Fern Ji, and there were rows of neat German words written on it.The teenager's handwriting is the same as his person's impression to others: clean and delicate.

Fern Ji rubbed her fingertips, and suppressed her fangs and sharp claws that were ready to move: My brother always said that I am not smart, this time I must prove to my brother that I am also very smart!

His Royal Highness Tong Mo said that you must be patient when dealing with fragile human beings—I will be very patient and let him become my kind.

Xinjiu Shizhi pointed at the first line of German and began to translate for Fern Ji: "But after a thousand years, you can still remember our story. So no one in this world understands me better than you, and is closer to me, and there will be no one in the future closer than me and you."

"Love and joy for you is with me like my breath."

"I used to think that I would only love you for the rest of my life, without lies or pretense."

"But the god of karma seems to know my mind, so he provoked a dispute and tore my heart that belongs to you."

"He took you away and left me with a sad back."

Xinjiu's Mandarin is very good, without the slightest accent, and even if it is a literal translation of a foreign language, the tone is so gentle that it is difficult to play.Outside the window is the bustle and bustle of countless feasting and feasting in Huajie, but there is a gentle and slightly sad voice of a young man in Fern Ji's ears, reciting a poem that is completely unfamiliar to her.

Fern Ji was not moved by that poem—she was just infected by the teenager's emotions, and she became depressed herself. The boss was unhappy and said, "What kind of shit is the translation? Why don't you play the guitar!"

"It's a love letter." Xinjiu looked sideways at Fern Ji with a gentle expression, "The last few lines are the pain of the author being separated from his lover and never seeing each other again."

"It's all just nonsense," Ji Ji curled her lips, and said, "After a thousand years, people will have died long ago, who still remembers whom he was crying for?"

"No."

Xinjiu smiled, and folded the paper earnestly: "This love letter comes from more than 400 years ago - it is a Tocharian language unearthed from the Kuqa ruins... Oh sorry, sister, you should not be interested in this." interest."

She folded the paper with her head down, and the strings of correct German were quickly submerged between the folds: "I just want to tell my sister that human life is short, but love is a very long thing."

"Long enough to span more than 400 years, passed down from generation to generation."

Fern Ji was stunned for a moment, feeling that her mind was a bit overwhelmed—this nonsense letter has a history of more than 400 years?Live longer than Master Wu Mi?How can this be? !

Just when Fern Ji was trying to mobilize her not very bright mind, trying to understand Xin Jiu's words; Xin Jiu had folded the paper.

She folded that piece of paper into a heart, and in the center of the heart happened to be a string of linked German words: love and joy.

Xinjiu handed the paper-folded heart to Ji Ji, with a smile on her face: "Sister, do you want to go with me?"