The three-dimensional me is incompatible with the paper people

[The fate of all people will be bestowed by the gods.Whether it is a painter who paints the colors of the world, a poet who sings of the beauty of all things, or a believer who stands under a statue of a god and sings piously, they are all marked by the gods for their destiny.

No one will question the decision of the gods, because it is written under the track and is irresistible.

Because they rely on the talents bestowed by the gods to live in this world.

"What a devout believer. No one will question her faith."

"How beautiful her voice is, it must be because of the incomparable piety in her heart."

"Yes, this is the piety recognized by the gods. I think, no one can sing more beautiful and beautiful Sanskrit than her. She is definitely the most devout believer in the world. Only those who are pure in heart and loyal to their faith, Only then can you sing such a soul-stirring song.”

That's what people say about Sadumore.

Devout Sadumo, a devout believer, no one can be more devout than Sadumore.Because it was given by the gods.As long as the girl stands under the statue, as long as she closes her eyes and starts singing hymns, no one can disturb her or influence her mind.

This is Satomo, the Satomo who can sing more pious songs than anyone else.He is a devout person who has been given the status of a believer since he came to this world. 】

……

Mr. Yamadori's new book once again appeared in the newspapers.

The title of the book is "My Ideal", but the content of Chapter 1 that is waiting to be released seems to have nothing to do with the title of the book.After reading the whole article, the readers only saw two words, that is "piety".

Of course, readers who are Mr. Yamadori have long learned to discover Mr. Yamadori’s intentions by themselves. Go and wait for tomorrow's newspaper.

Therefore, there was a lot of discussion in the bookstore.

"So does the little store manager have any insights? I think that piety here must be relative to ideals!" The guest took a newspaper and shared his thoughts with Qingque.

"Is there a possibility that Sadumo is very devout towards faith, that is, the gods. Is the ideal here meant to be devout?" another guest guessed.

At this time, another guest was just finishing the newspaper, and seeing the lively discussion here, he also came up to intervene.

"I think that the ideal here refers to the ideal of Sartome. According to the world view set by the teacher here, perhaps Sartome's ideal is to become a god!"

"...Wow, you will think about it." A guest exclaimed.

Qing Que, who originally wanted to find a place to read quietly but was picked out by the guests to discuss the plot, smiled and said nothing.

She will not express any opinion on this book.As she said to Fujita, in this work with the theme of "freedom", freedom itself cannot be defined.

And once she defines "freedom", she limits the thoughts that this book wants to express.This is a restraint on "freedom" and a disappointment to Riko.

The heated discussion lasted for a long time in the bookstore. It was not until the evening that the guests reluctantly left and wanted to have a few more words with Qingque.

Before the bookstore closed, a customer came to the store.

"Hello, is this Miss Qing?" The man entered the store.

Qingque saw the man at a glance.

He was about 27 or [-] years old, and he was very tall.He was dressed in black, with a sword at his waist.On the rather handsome face, a scar meanders from the left brow bone to the right cheek.

Her intuition told Qingque that this man was not malicious.

"Hello, what's the matter?" Qingque asked.

The man blinked, stepped forward, and said, "I am Tomohisa Yamashita, and I am here to deliver a letter from the order of the Patriarch of the Panxing Sect."

Tomohisa Yamashita, whom Gojo Satoru had mentioned to her, was the first second-level conjurer recruited by the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

"So that's it, I'm sorry to trouble you." Qing Que thanked.

Yamashita Tomohisa took out the letter from his arms, and said: "Master Jiaozu passed the word that in a few days, his two apprentices will come to Yokohama to exorcise the curse spirit. Because the magic world is chaotic now, it is impossible to guarantee that there will be a lot of trouble." Someone is messing with them, so please ask Miss Qing to take care of them."

"So that's it, I understand." Qing Que took the envelope and thanked her.

Yamashita Tomohisa didn't stay in the bookstore for long, and left soon.

Also normal.As the first conjurer to settle in Yokohama, Tomohisa Yamashita will naturally be busy.

Of course, Chuya and Tsumiki were in charge of the dinner.

Also because of the addition of Tsumiji, the dinner was even richer and more delicious.At least Osamu Dazai ate half a bowl of rice.

As usual, Qingque assigned math homework to several people.Osamu Dazai could not escape, and was dragged by Qingque to the edge of the table to write the paper.

Among the group of children, Tsumiji, who is the youngest, is the most sensible and obedient.

Dazai, who had just finished his homework, wanted to eat watermelon.It just so happened that the owner of the fruit shop sent half a watermelon over this morning. There is no refrigerator in this era, so it is inconvenient to store it.

Since the children wanted to eat, Qingque simply satisfied them.

When he came to the kitchen, Qingque found the half of a big watermelon.

Zhong also followed.The reason is simple, because I am really worried about whether Qingque will use a knife.

"Zhongye, just because I don't know how to cook doesn't mean I don't know how to use a knife." Qing Que didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The young boy with blue eyes was not so relieved when he heard the words.In his opinion, his teacher was terribly slow in one aspect.Regarding the use of knives, Chuya was even more worried that his teacher would suddenly forget how to use them like cooking forgot to put oil.

Although he knew that this in itself was an unnecessary worry.

"Teacher, let me do it, your strength is not as strong as mine." Chuya said.

Qingque had no choice but to hand over the power of cutting the watermelon to Zhongye.

The little boy moved a small bench, took a knife, and aimed at the watermelon.

"Crack!"

Cut the watermelon in half.The red juice flowed out, and the sweetness exuded was alluring.

Qing Que stood aside, watching the young boy earnestly cut the watermelon, and suddenly found it funny.

"Unknowingly, Zhongye seems to have been here for more than a year. In a few months, Zhongye will be here for two years."

Zhong Ye was taken aback, "Yes, I have been taught by the teacher for almost two years."

Qingque still has some nostalgia.

Back then, she still remembered the scene of that little boy standing awkwardly at the door.

"Speaking of which, I still keep the hairpin that was given to me in the middle of the year." Qing Que said.

Suddenly mentioning it, Chuya's face suddenly turned red.

Due to economic constraints, Zhong Ye had to choose for a long time before choosing.Looking back now, if the pink hairpin really appeared on the teacher's black hair, he would be ashamed.

He wouldn't take offense at that cheap hair clip because of this, but he just thought that the current him could give the teacher a better one, and it would be strange if the hair clip took up part of the teacher's hair.

The strange emotion of the young man being ashamed made him not know what to say to the girl's soft gaze, so he could only put on a face stained with crimson, pretending not to care about it.

"In that case, as long as the teacher likes it." Chuya said nana.

Qing Que looked down, watching the young boy's neat movements.

"Is Zhong also disappointed? Because I didn't put on the hairpin or something." Qing Que teased.

"No, it's not!" Zhong also immediately denied, even ignoring the knife in his hand.

"I just wanted to give the teacher a better one, but I haven't been able to find it." The young boy said hastily, "I always feel that the hair clip is too, too simple, and it doesn't suit the teacher very much."

There was this baby fat on his face, which looked extremely cute, like a cat eager to prove its cuteness to its owner.

Especially those blue eyes, the shining light is like stardust falling into the sea.

This is an extremely sincere child who gave himself wholeheartedly to his trusted teacher.

Qingque couldn't help but lowered her brows and eyes softly.

"I know, this is Zhongye's intention. The same is also my intention."

"Old, teacher?"

The cheeks were held by a pair of warm hands and slowly lifted up.

The girl's smile came into view.

"The meeting gift that Chuya gave me was a blessing. In the past, it was Chuya's gratitude to me and his sincerity to Hatta. Now, the hairpin is pinned on Chuya's longing for Hatta."

"And as the person who received the gift, I should have cherished this heart. Only by treating this heart carefully can I prove that I have the same heart for Zhong."

His appearance was reflected in the girl's black eyes.

From her eyes, Zhong also glimpsed his blushing cheeks and that flustered expression.

Chu also always knew that his teacher was a special person.

Just like her words, she reveals a gentleness that is out of place in this world.In this world where lingering on one's last breath is the only way to survive numbly, her words are like a gentle but not dazzling gleam, refilling the ashes-like heart with warm blood.

And her eyes did not reflect devastation.She is always tolerant, equal and respectful of all, looking at all.

The strong palpitations were accompanied by deafening roars, like moths yearning for light, constantly wanting to get close to that glimmer of light.

At this moment, Chuya finally began to think about a question.

Where did his teacher come from?

Why is she so different, so out of reach.

"teacher……"

"Ok?"

Zhong also felt the soreness brought by his heart in a trance, and asked about his uncontrollable thoughts.

"Teacher, where are you going?"

The girl seemed surprised by this strange question.

He saw the girl who seemed to be torn apart from everything, and slowly let go of his hand.

Chuya almost subconsciously wanted to grasp the tenderness that was about to leave.

However, the next second, he was wrapped in warmth.

There was a soft touch on the forehead, as soft as a butterfly resting on a flower, but flapped its wings and left in a moment.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay in Yokohama and watch you grow up. Don't worry, Chuya. I will never leave my good boy, my proud student."

"That's my promise," she said.

The chaotic and complicated mood finally calmed down.

And that young sprout finally broke through the ground.

"Well, teacher. Please, you must keep your promise." Zhongya said softly.