Weather Blade

Time is a wonderful thing. Sometimes you will feel strange to someone you have been with for more than ten years; The other party is as familiar as they have known each other for decades.

Especially when the other party is a bright and magnanimous gentleman like Purgatory Xingshou Lang, he is like an open book, without any concealment, you can figure out his general character in a few days, and then you will be attracted Break through your defenses little by little, and get along with him friendly.

"You can even do this kind of plum blossom braid! Is there anything in this world that you don't know, Xing Julang?"

In the evening, Qianqing half-kneeled on the ground to wipe the floor. At this time, her waist-length hair was a bit of a hindrance, but the proprietress was busy with the red beans in the kitchen. In the end, I went outside to inspect Purgatory for an afternoon. Xing Shoulang came back to take over and rescued her beautiful long black hair.

"I made it up for my mother a few times when I was young, so I have some experience." Talking about his mother, the boy's voice was gentle and quiet, like a quiet stream of water, "Miss Witch, your hair is very soft, just like my mother's." .”

"I've heard people say that soft-haired people also have soft hearts. It seems to be true!"

"...Xing Shoulang, do you think I'm your mother?" Because the boy's words were too nostalgic, Qian Qing didn't ask about his mother's specific matters, but mentioned another point that made her feel uncomfortable.

She is obviously still a young girl in her prime!How would you describe it as the same as his mother!Who wants to be his mother!

"How come!!! I absolutely didn't mean that!!!"

After realizing that he had said the wrong thing, the purgatory boy was a little panicked. His hand, which had just braided his hair, trembled and touched Qianqing's fair and slender nape of the neck, causing both of them to jump up as if they had been electrocuted.

"sorry!!!"

Before he could fully stand still, Purgatory Xingjulang suddenly made a 180-degree bow, which made Qianqing, who wanted to bow and apologize, either bow or not.

It always feels weird for two people to bow face to face... Never mind!In short, let’s skip this weird thing and move on to the next topic!Just say anything!

"Xing Shoulang, you only rested all morning and afternoon and went out to collect information on beasts, aren't you tired?"

"No! Every day I work hard for what I want to do, very fulfilling!" Purgatory Kyojuro, who slept all morning and went out to collect information about ghosts in the afternoon, replied energetically, "Miss Miko is not Is it a similar experience? It’s the kind of thing that I really want to do, and once I pick it up, I can’t wait to do it without eating or drinking!”

"Xing Julang, what you are doing now, is it really something you like? Or is it something you have to do because of all kinds of burdens?"

Qian Qing didn't mention the job of hunter that could no longer be fake as a teenager. She leaned against the door frame of the open door of the small bungalow, looked at the gradually darkening sky, her black pupils gradually lost focus, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Well, for me, the two don't conflict." Infected by Qianqing's solemn expression, Purgatory Xingshourou also slowed down his voice a little, but he still didn't hesitate, resolutely, "I I have the power to protect the weak, and I want to use this power to protect the weak and make them happy, so I will always fight at the forefront to protect them!"

In other words, is what he is doing now what he wants to do the most... No wonder Xing Shoulang's eyes have always been so firm, his determination has not changed from the beginning to the end.

Such a person is really enviable...

"Miss Miko?" Because Qianqing was silent for a long time, Purgatory Kyojurou was not sure about the situation, so he called her carefully and softly.

"...Huh? Ah, I didn't expect that the hunter's job would involve protecting the weak." When Purgatory called out, Qianqing turned her head as if nothing had happened, and looked him up and down with probing eyes. When he avoided his eyes unnaturally, he said with a smile, "Xing Shoulang, what you just said meant protecting ordinary people from beasts?"

"Yeah! That's right! That's it!"

Someone took the initiative to round up the words for him, and the purgatory Xingjurou who was not good at such things was greatly relieved, and hurriedly nodded in response.

"Then after this job is over, what do you want to do, Xing Julang? Be a policeman?"

This shop that basically only sells red bean desserts has always been very few people at night, and Qian Qing, who was bored, followed his previous train of thought for a while, and took the time to ask a question before it was completely dark.

"Oh! That sounds good! A policeman who upholds justice and protects the people!" Hearing Qianqing's hypothesis, Purgatory Xingshourou's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "If possible, I really want to try it!"

"Well, I also think Xing Shou Lang, you will look very handsome in a police uniform." Because Xing Shou Lang in Purgatory often comes back with major or minor injuries this month, Qian Qing often helps the proprietress bandage and treat him, and is enviable to him. Jealousy knows a good figure well, "The kimono haori is too loose, and it can't show your good figure with wide shoulders and long legs, and beautiful muscle lines."

"...Well, thank you?" It was the first time that a woman directly praised her body in such a way, and the pure boy Xingshou Lang's cheeks were slightly hot, and he thanked carelessly with some embarrassment, "That... oh, it's getting dark! I it's time to go!"

Seeing that the stars could be vaguely seen in the dark sky, Purgatory Xingshourou immediately put the uneasiness behind him, unconsciously pressed the handle of the knife with his right hand, nodded to Qianqing and left quickly.

After he left, Qianqing still didn't move, she leaned against the door frame and watched his back that had plunged into the darkness without hesitation, lost in thought, not knowing what she was thinking.

"If you look at it, people will not come back. If you have time to be in a daze, why don't you come and help me."

Murakami's proprietress' voice came from the kitchen, and Qianqing responded softly, her slightly drooping eyes concealed her deep emotions, and she walked into the kitchen with a smile.

As soon as she got closer, she was startled by the fragrance of red beans all over the room, and the large pot filled with red beans on the stove.

"There are no customers recently, Mrs. Murakami, why are you tossing so many red beans?" Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to sell them and lose money?

Because she was still a poor little beggar who lived under the fence, Qian Qing swallowed the second half of the sentence and didn't make it clear, but her suspicious eyes and tone had already expressed the meaning of the words clearly.

"Thank you for your concern, but I'm different from a poor and white maiden lady. I still have some savings, even if I toss red beans every day, I can still afford to toss!" The proprietress pulled the corner of her mouth at Qianqing with a smile, and the proprietress took the cauldron from the stove Take it off and pour off the water, then put the pot in the sink, turn on the faucet a little, let the thin water flow wash the red beans, "you come here and watch, if the water flow is too big, turn it down. The red beans that have bloomed Very fragile, be careful not to let them break."

"Yes~"

Qian Qing, who had heard this line countless times in the past few days, went to the pool to wash her hands very skillfully, and then stretched out her hand from time to time to gently stir the red beans in the pot, allowing the thin water to wash out the impurities inside.

After this step was completed, she stepped aside and let the proprietress lift the heavy iron pot, gently pour the red beans in it onto the strainer just prepared, and then move it like a pearl gem, Carefully pour the filtered red beans into another iron pot with a layer of crystal clear sugar water at the bottom.

"Okay, let the beans and sugar cultivate their relationship well, Miss Miko, go and close the store, and clean up the front hall before you can go to sleep."

After finishing this series of tasks, Murakami started to prepare the batter again, and sent Qianqing away without looking up.

"Do you have to wait another hour? Boss, do you really think it's worthwhile to spend so much time and effort on so many complicated steps?" Qianqing picked up the cleaning tools from the corner of the kitchen, but didn't leave immediately, "Although this The red bean paste that comes out will taste better, but is the difference worth it?"

"It's worth it." Shaking the flour on the strainer, the proprietress focused her eyes on the white powder that fell like star powder, without any wavering, "Because watching these red beans turn into beautiful red bean paste little by little, my mood will also change." Get better."

After sifting the flour, Murakami didn't stir it in a hurry, but looked sideways at Qianqing, his eyes slightly curved, looking infinitely gentle under the faint warm orange light.

"And the dorayaki I made today is for the person I like."

"???" Qian Qing, who had lived with the proprietress Murakami for a month and had never even seen a male pet, was confused.

"The medical clinic next door has always been the most popular place on this street. Because the doctor's medical skills are good and the fees are low, patients from other neighborhoods in Tokyo often come to see a doctor, and there is no time for a break in a day."

Under Qianqing's perplexed eyes, the proprietress slowly told the reason for the story.

"The owner of the medical clinic next door and I are childhood sweethearts. We are both orphans picked up by the old doctor who was the original owner of the medical clinic. When he was punished by the old doctor to copy medical books when he was a child, I helped copy some of them. It’s a small restaurant, and I often go to help out when the store is free.”

"Until this time last year, when he went to the back mountain to collect herbs, he was attacked by wild animals and died."

"The old doctor passed away three years ago, and I was the only one who finally identified his dilapidated remains."

A good and heartwarming story, which came to an abrupt end after the proprietress changed her style of painting.

"Although that guy is a big man, he likes sweets more than me. Tomorrow is his one-year death anniversary. I can't do anything else, but at least I can give him a copy of his favorite dorayaki. Made it."

"..." I didn't expect such a story to come out of my random question, Qianqing was silent for a while, and asked dryly, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Just close the door and clean the front hall as I said. Although I plan to take a day off tomorrow and not open for business, I still have to do a good job of sanitation." The scabs have fallen off and almost healed, but it is still in the recovery period, so go to rest early and do not use your hands, or the shaking of your hands may become more serious in the future."

"Yes, thank you for reminding me." Qianqing replied casually twice, as if she didn't care at all, picked up the cleaning tools and walked out.

"Also, if you've already figured out what you're thinking, hurry up and say it." Just as Qianqing stepped across the threshold of the kitchen, the proprietress who was whipping the batter suddenly added another sentence, "Miss Now, you really won’t have each other in the future.”

"……Ok, I know."

Qian Qing responded softly, then exited the kitchen to finish the tasks the proprietress gave her, washed and tidied up as usual, and got into the soft quilt to sleep, nothing unusual.

Then in the middle of the night, the girl who was tossing and turning in the quilt like a pancake in the middle of the night lifted the quilt, turned over and sat up.

The author has something to say: I’m starting Cavin.......What the hell flag(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ I set up a few days ago