Was Mibu Wolf

Seeing the reactions of Qing Guang and An Ding, no matter how ignorant this party is, he still knows that these two children are jealous.

Compared with their own mood, it seems that their feelings are more important.Fang unknowingly walked into the corridor. When he went to Qingguang just now, Zong San said that he was going to be a member, and the day before he also said that he wanted to temporarily resign from the position of valet.Although he was still very good to him, such a subtle and awkward atmosphere still made this party feel a little sad.

"Alas..." He sat casually in the corridor and couldn't help sighing.

"Why is my lord sighing in such a leisurely afternoon?" Suddenly someone beside him spoke up, startling him, the brown-haired young man held a cup of hot tea in his hand, and said with a smile, "Oh, I scared you Is it? I'm so sorry, I thought the lord came to talk to me specially."

"No, no." Fang waved his hand, wanting to pretend that nothing happened, but Ying Wan's words gave him a new way of thinking, he hesitated for a while, and asked, "Is it possible?"

"Of course, you can chat casually, without too much psychological burden." Ying Wan said softly, and also poured a cup of tea for this party.

This party took the teacup, watched the tea leaves being stirred up and down by the hot water until they fell silent, and said, "I thought there would be tea stems standing up."

"The erected tea stalks represent good omens, but good things usually require one's own efforts." Ying Wan commented objectively.

"That's right, it's too unreliable to rely on tea stems and the like." Fang sighed again, and finally asked, "Yingwan, that... what do you think of the Zezong I brought back?" ?"

"After all, you are the master, and you don't need to ask for our permission to do anything you want to do." Ying Wan said, and paused, "But as a sword, it will still be a little sad to be abandoned by the master."

"Is this what you think?" Fang pressed his temple in distress, "I just thought that there was no knife to use at first, so when I saw Zezong, I couldn't hold back."

Yingmaru: ... the judge of Honmaru said that he has no sword to use, just like a richest man said that he is not interested in money.

"I always use your swords, and I feel sorry. And now you are not just swords, I want to stand with you rather than using them myself." This party did not notice Yingmaru's expression, and continued, " And I promised Zezong that I will make good use of him."

"If that's the case, have you told those two people?" Only then did Ying Wan know what this party was thinking, and suggested, "If you care about them, just let them feel that you are still loved. .”

The lord came back with a knife of unknown origin. Everyone in Honmaru felt a little bit amused when they found out about it. The ones who reacted the most were California Kiyomitsu and Yamato Shou Anding. It was not for any other reason, but probably because of their connection with Okita Souji. Bar.

On the contrary, Yingwan felt that these two people were a little bit arrogant, and the judge treated them more special than others, but it was not appropriate to lose their temper because of this.What's more, the god judges are only similar to their former masters, even if it is really Okita Souji himself, it shouldn't be the case with a new sword.

"One more thing, I still don't know how to say it." Fang took a sip of tea, stretched out his hand, and looked at the cherry blossom trees blooming in the distance through his fingers, "Actually, I am really Mr. Okita manage."

"puff--"

Ying Wan, who was always elegant and self-sufficient, couldn't hold back the tea. He wiped the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, resisting the desire to cough, and asked, "You... cough cough, I don't seem to hear clearly."

"Although it is a reincarnation or something, I am indeed him." This party didn't care about Yingwan's over-reaction, and continued, "It doesn't seem so difficult to say, I should have told you a long time ago, but I never thought about what to say."

Yingmaru: I can't answer your words.

"Ora, is that so?" Yingmaru said with some embarrassment, not knowing what she was talking about, "That's really a good thing..."

"Is it a good thing? After death, humans have to drink Mengpo soup to forget their past lives. No matter what they have done before, they will forget everything. Now I remember it again, and I am really tired." Fang rubbed his neck and bowed his head for too long A little stiff, "I used to think so. Now I don't think it's a drag, especially in the face of those people I knew before. Wouldn't it be too sad if I don't remember them."

"You mean, California and Yamato guarding them?" Yingwan was stunned for a while, and she regained her senses a little, and asked after hearing the confession from this side.

"I was really not sure at the beginning, it must have made Qing Guang sad." Fang smiled, "Later, the director told me, I always wanted to talk to them, but I didn't know how to say it."

"Whether you remember or not, as long as you can be happy." Ying Wan shook his head and said softly, "I think they think so too, since it is your sword, they probably guessed it long ago. Anyway, after many years The tacit understanding and fetters that come here will not lie."

"Probably, I think Qingguang probably already knows about it. If An Ding..." Fang sighed heavily again, "He has seen me and the chief executive, so he probably never thought of such a thing, no matter what he hears, it is enough." It's unbelievable, and I'm a little worried that he won't be able to accept it."

"On the contrary, I don't think he is such a person." Yingwan glanced at the corridor around the corner pointingly, revealing a little bit of blue clothes, which was quickly taken back.

"I hope, but you are right about one thing." This party continued casually, "Let them feel loved, I think I should get along with them more, at least not because of Ze Zong caused a divide.”

"Huh——" Yingwan breathed a sigh of relief, and the lord seemed to have regained his strength, "You are right. However, it is still a bit tasteful to say such things in front of me. Now your sword is not just them. "

"Yes, you are quite right." Fang was reminded, his expression became serious, and he felt that he seemed a little incompetent, "I understand, thank you, Yingwan."

"You're welcome." Yingmaru picked up the teapot on the side, refilled the water for this party, and said half-jokingly, "You can continue to chat with me next time if you have something on your mind, but if you want to say something like 'You are Okita Souji' In this case, it is best to prepare me mentally in advance, after all, I am also a grandfather."

"There is probably nothing else besides this, right?" This side was a little embarrassed, this incident was indeed a bit exciting, and Ying Wan, who was usually calm, elegant and stable, spouted tea in an inconspicuous way...

Fang lowered his head, the tea in the teacup fell silent, and suddenly a tea stem stood up, and he exclaimed in surprise, "It's standing up!"

"It looks like a good omen." Umaru said with a smile.

******

Originally wanted to buy something to make the two of them happy, but under Yingmaru's reminder, they simply bought gifts for everyone in Honmaru.

He deeply reflected on his behavior, and he didn't regret bringing Ju Yiwen Zezong back. It was natural for him to give special treatment to those two children, but now as a judge of so many swords, he did ignore other people.

It should be too late from now on, right?

This party rummaged through the internal forum of the god judge all afternoon, and even found a post ten years ago, made half a notebook, and placed an order from the Internet on the orientation strategy notes of the sword men, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Waiting for the stuff to come now, then go and…

"Knock down."

Suddenly there was a knock on his door, standing outside was Qing Guang with a slightly awkward expression, "Can I come in?"

Fang didn't expect that Qing Guang would come to him suddenly, he had been hiding from him for almost a day, and now he finally reappeared.Pat the seat next to you, "What's the matter?"

"Is it okay to come to see you?" Qing Guang immediately asked back, but sat down beside him obediently.

"Okay." Fang laughed, and closed the laptop on the table. After all, it was a surprise, so it's better not to let them see it now.

"I..." Qing Guang hesitated a little, this party did not urge him, and waited for his next words.

Qingguang took out the thing hidden behind his back, it was his usual nail polish, and put it gently on the table, only then did he notice that Qingguang, who usually paints his nails, today's fingers are bare and nothing.

"I rubbed my nails off when I went to Nei Fan today." Qingguang hesitated a bit, as if he was embarrassed to say what he was about to say next, "Can you paint my nails for me?"

"Okay." This party agreed without hesitation at all, held Qingguang's hand, and said, "Although I have never tried it, I have seen how to do it anyway. Don't dislike me for not looking good. gone."

"No way." Seeing that he agreed so easily, California Qingguang sighed, "I will like it no matter what."

Hearing this, Fang showed a gentle smile to Qingguang, picked up the pen, and followed the shape of his nails, and began to draw it bit by bit.

Qing Guang looked at Fang's earnest appearance with the pen, and didn't even want to blink, wanting to record his appearance in his heart.

If he hadn't learned swords back then, the general manager would probably have become a painter or something.Even though he never studied, his talent for drawing cannot be doubted.Moreover, painters are more respected than executioners, but the director never thought about anything else. After Mr. Kondo proposed to send him to learn painting, he never touched a brush again.

Fang Fang carefully traced a few nails for Qing Guang, and looking at the last delicate little finger, he couldn't help but draw a small flower.

"Ha." He thought it was a little funny, and sneaked a glance at Qing Guang, who seemed to be distracted, and planned to cover it when he was not paying attention.

"Keep it." Qing Guang seemed to have seen it, stopped his movements, and raised his hand to appreciate it, "It's quite cute."

Fang Fang watched his movements, bent his eyes, and said, "If you like, I can always draw for you in the future."

Qingguang's movements froze for a moment, and he turned to look at him, "Really?"

"I haven't lied to you, have I?" Fang brushed his drooping hair behind his ears, "As long as I'm still alive, I will never abandon you."

Qing Guang suddenly turned his body around sharply, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, his voice was a little choked up, "What strange words are you talking about, do you think you can still get rid of me?"

"Don't cry." Fang slightly sat up straight, reached out and stroked Qingguang's hair, "I also cried when I saw me for the first time, is Qingguang a crybaby?"

"I didn't cry!" Qing Guang wiped his eyes vigorously, turned his head to look at this side, but tears rolled down from his eyes one by one, he could no longer pretend that nothing happened, covered his face with his hands, Some struggled and said, "Do you know how long I have been waiting for this sentence..."

Seeing Qingguang's rare emotion, Fang straightened up and hugged him. He patted Qingguang's back lightly and said in a low voice, "I won't leave you."

Feeling the warm body temperature, California Qingguang couldn't bear it anymore, hugged Fang back, lay on his shoulder and cried loudly, "I really miss you so much."

……

After that burst of emotion passed, Qing Guang also calmed down, except that his eyes were still a little red, he couldn't tell that he had just cried at all.It's just that I feel a little embarrassing in hindsight.

Especially when he saw a water stain on the shoulder of this kimono that was darker than the other side, Qingguang now wished he could find a seam in the ground and get into it.

"Then, will you continue to be my valet?" Fang tilted his head, not mentioning such things that made him shy, and asked.

"Of course, is there a better candidate besides me?" Qing Guang raised his head proudly.

Before this party could say anything, it was suddenly interrupted by someone's voice.

"My lord, can you comb my hair?"

Standing outside the door, Yamato Shou'an with draped hair lowered his head and said, holding a wooden comb and his usual white hair rope in his hand. When he raised his head, he saw California Kiyomitsu sitting inside. He was very shocked, "Why are you here?" here!"

Qing Guang, who was first sued by the villain, retorted, "What do I have to do with you here?"

An Ning's eyes fell on the nail polish on the table, and he laughed, "You know how to act like a baby to the lord, don't you know how to apply nail polish yourself?"

"You don't know how to comb your hair?" Qing Guang retorted, the two of them refused to accept each other, and turned their heads away at the same time.

"Humph!"