Jiang Xue still hasn't fallen

After Natsume Takashi finished eating, he wanted to pay, but found that Jiang Xuezuo had already paid the money. Holding the wallet and smiling awkwardly, he could only silently take the wallet back under Jiang Xue's gaze.

He raised his hand and coughed, then grabbed Mr. Cat by the back of the neck, who was still rubbing against the table, and carried him away, "Mr. Cat, don't drink."

Teacher Cat struggled, waving his short arms and legs, and shouted: "Let go of me, let me go, my sake, my fine wine!"

Natsume Takashi leaned over and put the wine away from the table, then smiled apologetically at Jiang Xuezuo's words, "Sorry, I just laughed."

Having seen the state of the drunkards in Honmaru, Jiang Xue Zuowen was very calm. He looked at the unfinished bottle of sake, then at Mr. Cat who was always staring at the sake, and picked it up. Stuffed into Teacher Cat's arms.

Facing Teacher Cat's astonished gaze, he said flatly: "It's okay, drink it, you've already paid for it anyway."

Because of this move, Mr. Cat quickly hugged the sake in his arms tightly with his short legs, preventing Natsume Takashi from snatching it away. He stuck out his tongue and licked the mouth of the bottle again and again. The left text falls into the ranks of "better people".

Takashi Natsume twisted the sides of the wine bottle with two fingers, and took it out of his arms. His eyes were gentle, and he smiled slightly: "Mr. Cat, you are already drunk, drink it tomorrow."

Today, he no longer feels too much about Mr. Cat's drinking. At most, he is worried that he will hurt his body because of this, so he will control alcohol appropriately.

However, this is not something that can be easily solved by control, and it is often accompanied by violence-one punch solves all problems.

Jiang Xue Zuowen looked at the interesting interaction between them with some amusement, and sporadically recalled that he told Xiaoye not to eat too many persimmon cakes before, which was something that Xiaoye would rarely argue with himself.

He withdrew his gaze and still followed Natsume Takashi, letting him lead him aimlessly in the shopping mall.

In fact, this is not without much fun. Jiang Xue looked at the shops and people around her, she entered the world to realize the Tao, and she was born indifferent. Isn't that the truth of the Tao?

He gently tightened the somewhat loose hair rope, and let the blue silk swing behind him, hitting his back from time to time.

It's been a long, long time since I've experienced this feeling, so...the secular image of myself.

Jiang Xue sighed in Zuowen, and saw Natsume Takashi walking towards a store, and followed him.

Natsume Takashi looked at the fabrics at the door, and then at the kimonos that had already been cut out in the store. He turned his head and waved to Jiang Xue, "Jiang Xuejun, let's go in for a stroll?"

"Okay, master... Natsume." Jiang Xuezuo replied reflexively, then paused slightly in addressing, and changed the address following Natsume Takashi's meaning.

Natsume coughed, to hide the tension and apprehension he had just had because of his "master", and turned into a smile, and he started to walk around inside with Jiang Xuezuo's characters.

Jiang Xue Zuowen saw that he seemed to be hesitant about what kind of clothes to choose. After hesitating for a while, he still chose to come forward to make his own suggestion, "If you want to wear it during class time, I think both hunting clothes and regular clothes are fine. , even if it is water-dried, it is also an option.”

He thought for a while, and expressed his feelings seriously, "But I don't think you need to be constrained to wear such clothes. After all, it's just to complete the course. You can wear suits and sportswear if you want, and you don't have to overdo it." care."

Natsume Takashi thought that he should be more familiar with these things, but he didn't expect that this man had been confined in the Honmaru all the time, and had never been to those class gatherings, so he listened to them.

Looking back, his brows were also stained with seriousness, "Then what kind of clothes should I wear for the party?"

Jiang Xue left the text silent for a moment, "If the god-judgment is gathering, you can consider wearing more formal clothes, suits or something, but you are a god-judger, and you are more inclined to the Shinto, it is recommended to wear finger guns, which are more suitable. Positions like priests."

Natsume Takashi was silent for a moment, feeling that he really needs a set of fingering.

Caressing the soft black fabric with his hands, and then looking at the price, he felt that he should leave here to see if he could get help from his family.

You won't let me be a god judge, but you don't even have a set of finger for yourself, right?

Seeing that he seemed to be retreating, Jiang Xue Zuowen looked down at the cards that Natsume Takashi had carefully concealed, and understood.

No jokes, he simply realized that his interrogator seemed to be worried about money.

Thinking of the money issue, he quietly rubbed the black card in his sleeve with his hand. This is pocket money given to him by Lord Qingming and his master. What will happen, Master is about to blow up?

Jiang Xue pursed her lips slightly, feeling a little distressed.

You must know that in order to save myself who was almost seriously injured and died, I spent a lot of guards in this pill, and I also used a lot of healing charms.

Although they all said that it doesn't matter to spend some money, Jiang Xue still remembered this matter in her heart, hoping to bring benefits to Honmaru in the future.

It's a pity that I don't know anything, I just know tea ceremony, sculpture, and occasionally play in the field, even if I get reputation, I can't bring back much money.

As he lowered his head, a glimmer of obscurity flashed in his eyes, and Jiang Xuezuo once again felt his own incompetence. If he could make money, he wouldn't have to watch his younger brothers frugally when he was recuperating.

After all, it was all because of me. Honmaru had a financial crisis at that time, but fortunately, it was over in the end.

Jiang Xue Zuowen sighed softly, looked up at Natsume Takashi who had decided to go to the family after returning to Honmaru, opened his mouth, and asked in a low voice: "Excuse me, do you know any way to make money? "

Natsume Takashi's first reaction was that Jiang Xue had a fever. He subconsciously raised his hand to measure the temperature of his forehead, and then put his hand on his forehead. He was a little dazed, as if he didn't have a fever...

Teacher Cat gave Natsume Takashi a slap with a "slap", and then looked at Jiang Xue's left text with round eyes, and asked, "Boy, why do you want a way to make money?"

Natsume Takashi was also curious, "Is Honmaru out of money?"

Jiang Xue shook her head in Zuowen, thought for a while, and decided to put it another way, "I want to save some money to buy gifts for my younger brothers." By the way, I will fill up Honmaru's treasury.

Natsume Takashi was a little stunned, "A gift..."

He suddenly remembered that the seemingly normal existence in front of him had just experienced the pain of parting from his relatives not long ago. Sure enough, did he still not get over it?

I thought that the other party had accepted such a thing in his heart and decided to face the future positively, but at this moment he caught the deep sadness in Jiang Xue's eyes. Natsume Takashi realized that this pain might not be healed so easily. This made him more determined in his intention to reforge Zongsan and Xiaoye.

In fact, he didn't even know how difficult it was to make the "unhappy Zuo Wenwen" happy. Apart from the three of them, there was basically no other possibility.

Not to mention facing the future positively and not choosing to immerse in sadness, Jiang Xuezuo's writing has grown a lot.

Natsume Takashi's eyes wandered for a while, then he regained his concentration, and said with a smile, "Then Jiang Xuejun has any skills? They can be used to make money."

Jiang Xue left the text to think carefully, and compared what he knew with the people in this pill.

Making tea is not as close as Sankai Yuezong; flower arrangement is not as good as Kasen Kanesada; cooking is not as good as Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada; talking about Buddhism is not as good as counting beads and balls; dancing is not as good as Karasuma; singing is not as good as Karasuma Not as good as Kuritaguchi; for making money, not as good as Hakata Toshiro; for luck, not as good as Mukichi Sadamune...

He was silent, realizing that he didn't seem to have any advantages.

—So you are so bad?

——It’s fine if I’m so bad, I’m not a qualified brother yet.

Jiang Xue Zuowen lowered her head, her eyes were stained with sadness, and her long light blue hair seemed to droop on her shoulders without energy, and quietly fell to her ears, her whole body exuded a low air pressure.

Natsume Takashi was a little dazed, looking at Jiang Xuezuo's words fell into a confused and low-pressure atmosphere after deep thinking, and said helplessly: "Uh...it's okay, in fact, you can think of ways to make money, Don't worry..."

Finding that his persuasion seemed to be ineffective, he could only lift up the cat teacher who was still relying on him, and said seriously: "Look, isn't the cat teacher not doing much? It's still good."

Teacher Cat exploded in an instant, turned around nimbly, and slapped Natsume Takashi's head with a slap, and made a loud noise, but it wasn't loud enough.

He yelled angrily, "Why am I not doing anything? Aren't you protected by me? Dislike me?"

The three consecutive questions made Natsume Takashi quickly realize that not only did he not succeed in persuading Jiang Xue to leave the text, but he also accidentally offended Mr. Cat, so he could only smile wryly, "Mr. Cat, please cooperate..."

Although the voice was low, it was still captured by Jiang Xuezuo's words.

Jiang Xue raised her eyes in Zuowen, and glanced at Teacher Mao, who was still a little angry but had cooperated silently. The air pressure on her body became lower and lower.

Oh yes, I can't protect my younger brother, not even a cat.

At this time, he selectively ignored the fact that Mr. Cat is actually a big monster.

He lowered his head, revealing his white and fragile neck, silently but it made people feel that he was crying, or that it was raining in his heart.

——Thinking about it like this, I don't think I have any merits other than "sadness"...