Inquisitors are not doing their jobs all day

After the cherry blossoms withered, early spring passed.

Yuanguang Orange prefers to stay in the small yard more and more, watching the white clouds fluttering, watching the birds land and fly away, seeing the greenery getting stronger, and then falling asleep.He seldom dreams, and now even less.

Yuan Guangcheng suffers from insomnia. In the half month since he returned from the present world, he couldn't sleep at night no matter what. He just read all night, but he was always drowsy during the day. After falling asleep, he was taken back by the sword.

The work of the God Judge is still running normally, the number of battles is even higher than before, close to the normal frequency, and the hand is much more proficient, and the probability of holding the golden egg with the knife has greatly increased.

Fox's help is very satisfied with the diligent judge, except for the forging knife.

Yuanguang Orange didn't have a forging knife, didn't have any instructions, and didn't ask questions about the sword.Compared with the simple unsociable before, the problem of Yuanguang Orange is more serious now.Although he tries hard to appear normal, the smile is always forced.

Qingguang is very worried about Yuanguang Orange. As his initial knife, Qingguang is more sensitive to the change of Yuanguang Orange.

"Chengcheng, it's time for you to sleep."

Yuan Guangcheng had no choice, he also wanted to sleep, but couldn't, "Qing Guang, I really can't sleep."

Qing Guang gently straightened Yuan Guang Orange's messy hair, the bright orange seemed a bit dull.

"Did something happen, Orange?"

Yuan Guangcheng was in a daze, and carefully recalled what happened. It seemed that there was nothing special. He went to class normally and met his parents normally, but he did escape, impatiently.

"I don't know, Kiyomitsu, I don't know exactly what's going on, I'm just like, like sad."

Qing Guang was so sad that tears were about to fall, such Yuan Guang Orange made people feel sad for him.Although Yuanguang Orange has always been fooling around, Qingguang can feel that there is a fragile and sensitive child living in the master's heart, who is afraid of the unknown and change, which means the possibility of injury.

So he hugged Yuan Guangcheng, and patted him on the back, "Chengcheng, you are back, we are by your side."

"Yes."

The insomnia of Yuanguang Orange did not improve, and the drug research was helpless.At the same time, the frequency of the sword's appearance increased again, and the sword was growing rapidly. This was Yuanguang Orange's only comfort.

Qing Jiang didn't make the battle today, but was Yuan Guang Orange's valet, responsible for taking care of him.All the swords and swords of Yuanguang Orange were seen, and Qing Jiang was also very worried, trying not to let Yuanguang Orange leave his sight.

Even with severe insomnia, high beam orange is not too worrying.He basically stayed in the small yard, looking at the sky and the green shade behind the cherry blossoms.

"Orange, the cherry blossoms are gone, but other flowers are in bloom, do you want to go and see?"

Yuan Guangcheng was very tired, looked up to see Qing Jiang sitting beside him, then took his arm and let himself lean on his shoulder.Yuanguang Orange's eyes were sour, and he didn't want to move, so it was quite comfortable to lean against.

"Chengcheng likes cherry blossoms very much, that will have to wait until next year."

Yuanguang Orange closed her eyes, "That's not this year's flower, it's next year's flower."

"What's the difference? Whether it's this year or next year, the flowers are yours, and the world is yours."

"Hua never admitted it."

This sounded like a coquettish, Qing Jiang looked down at Yuanguang Orange, and confirmed that he was serious, and seriously believed that the flowers flowed by themselves, and he was just a passerby of them.

"Hua Cheng doesn't admit that I don't know, but Cheng Cheng, I'm yours."

Yuan Guangcheng laughed suddenly, he knew that Qing Jiang was comforting him, and he was comforted too.

"You are all mine, the most loyal sword of God Judge Yuan Guangcheng."

Qing Jiang shook his head, he sat up Yuanguang Orange who was stunned, with a serious expression.

Yuanguang Orange was a little flustered, he didn't know what this unscrupulous sword wanted to do, he couldn't bear any fright now.

"Qingjiang..."

Qing Jiang smiled softly, he was Yuan Guang Orange's first forging knife, unlike Qing Guang who always accompanied him to make trouble, he looked at Yuan Guang Orange like a child.What do elders expect from their children?No, as long as he is having a good time.

"Men with swords are naturally fond of and obey their masters, so I like the God Judge Yuanguang Orange and obey Yuanguang Orange."

Yuanguang Orange bowed his head, feeling a great loss in his heart.His sword likes him because of his nature, and he has always accepted it like this, why should he be disappointed.

"However, I am not only a sword, I also have a completely free consciousness. And I am sure, I like oranges."

Yuan Guang's heart jumped suddenly, he knew the meaning of this sentence!

Taking off the identity of the sword, the identity of the god judge, as an independent existence, Qingjiang likes him!

Yuanguang Orange didn't want to show himself useless in front of the sword, but he couldn't control the overflowing emotion in his heart and the joy of being accepted.He was fooling around, he didn't work hard, and he didn't even trust them enough, but Qing Jiang said that he liked himself.Not by nature, but by accepting yourself from the bottom of your heart.

"I have nothing worthy of your liking."

Qing Jiang smiled happily, "Are you proud, Cheng Cheng? Generally, people who say this are extremely good."

Yuanguang Orange turned sideways and buried himself on his knees, like a wounded cub.Qing Jiang held him in his arms, giving him enough sense of security.

"I like you too, Qing Jiang."

A little shy murmured, but made Qing Jiang look satisfied.

"I know."

Since you are a coward, then I will tell you with my own mouth, how much you are worthy of my pride, worthy of my obedience, worthy of my liking, although you don't know it yourself.

Yuanguang Orange, who was fully comforted, felt much more relaxed, as if a valve had been opened in his heart, and he had an irresistible urge to tell.

"They are all divorced, why do they still meet in the original house, it makes me feel as if that home still exists."

"Why do I have to accept their separation? Why don't I have the right to make trouble?"

"I know they are busy with work, and I know that I can't stop them from pursuing their own lives, and then I will be alone, like an orphan."

"They love me, but they are separated. They will meet a more suitable partner and form a new family, so who am I?"

"Maybe I will have younger brothers and sisters, soft and small, who will receive all the love of my parents, but I don't want it at all."

Yuan Guangcheng leans against Qing Jiang's arms, expressing his lonely life confusedly.

"Qingjiang, I know I shouldn't have so many selfish thoughts, I shouldn't doubt their love, I shouldn't hinder their new life, but, but I..."

Like a list of crimes, Yuanguang Orange told Qing Jiang one by one. He felt that he was wrong, but he couldn't stop these thoughts from constantly appearing in his mind.Now that he has someone he can rely on, he throws his brains out and hurts himself like self-mutilation.

"Qingjiang, what should I do?"

An obvious distress signal, Qing Jiang tightened his arms and gave him strength.Yuan Guangcheng's broken family and lonely life made him very sad. He couldn't reach out to help him solve it, but he could give him tenderness in this world.

"It's not Chengcheng's fault. Chengcheng is not an abandoned person. It's because she is too kind that she would rather wrong herself. Maybe the gods know that you are unhappy, so they let you come to us. The existence of Chengcheng makes us feel happy. feel happy."

Yuan Guangcheng raised his head, his eye circles were red, but he didn't cry, Qing Jiang knew he was trying to hold back.

"Chengcheng, the cherry blossoms will wither, but you can also try to keep them. It may be a good result, or it may not be good, but Chengcheng, avoiding is always the most negative choice."

Yuanguang Orange has always thought that he is free, if his parents want to divorce, he should leave, and if he is cold and violent on campus, he should be cold and violent. It's not that he can't survive, and it's not that he can't be alone.But now he realizes that he is not so rational and free and easy. He has been afraid for too many years, and finally he has the illusion that he can be indifferent and strong.

Qing Jiang pulled Yuanguang Cheng who was stunned, and led him away with a smile, "Now, let's go and see what Cheng Cheng has done to keep Sakura."

"Hey? Do I have it?" Why didn't he know?

But Qing Jiang smiled firmly, making Yuan Guangcheng really doubt his memory.It wasn't until he was brought to the door of the storage room that he realized what Qing Jiang was talking about. It was the cherry blossom wine that he had almost forgotten.It was just a brewing method he saw in a booklet, and the book only said it was possible, but in fact it was impossible.

This almost 100% failed "effort" made Yuanguang Orange not want to get close, but Qing Jiang dragged him to a row of jars, put his hand on the lid with a smile, and Yuanguang Orange screamed anxiously.

"I know it won't succeed, there won't be any wine!" Yuan Guangcheng jumped up and down, "I knew it, I knew it!"

Qing Jiang didn't take it seriously at all, "Then let's open it and have a look." After speaking, he opened the lid directly. Obviously there was no wine, but there was a strange smell.

Yuanguang Orange felt that she was extremely devastated. Fortunately, she broke the can and opened the remaining cans with her own hands. All the expected failures, until the last one.

High Light Orange has a hunch that there is wine in this final jar.But the inertia of shrinking reminded him, why would he succeed?His hand stretched out for a while, retracted for a while, back and forth, Qing Jiang didn't rush him, just quietly waiting for him to make up his mind.

Yuanguang Orange's palms were sweating, and he began to tremble unconsciously, as if an electric current passed through his five fingers, numb.With a cruel heart, he grabbed Qing Jiang's hand and stretched out to the jar, leading him to quickly uncover the lid.

The aroma of the wine is tangy, with the faint sweetness of cherry blossoms.

Qing Jiang smiled and applauded him, "You succeeded, Cheng Cheng."

Yuan Guangcheng stared blankly at the clear wine, stuck a little bit of his finger into his mouth, there was nothing wrong with the wine.He slowly lowered his head, covered his face with his hands, and then rested his head on Qing Jiang's chest.

This is a miracle, and I don't know when it was prepared for him.

Qing Jiang still gently stroked his hair to comfort him.

"Like it?"

Yuanguang Orange cried.

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