[Comprehensive] Konoha flower season

113.

In the middle of the night in the small town called Kelendra, the candles flickered in the huts.

I asked blankly: "So hunters are people who do everything, dig treasures and beat bad guys, but are very powerful? And rich?"

Aunt Panxi nodded in confusion: "It's fine if you put it that way. After all, a single card can pawn [-] million nuns, right?"

Countless signs of money and money popped up in front of my eyes, and I admired: "Wow! There are so many—"

"Is it really okay for you to know so little about your husband?" Aunt Panxi was very frustrated: "It is indeed quite a lot, and the astronomical figure is nothing more than that. And this is not only the value of this certificate, it is also You can ride airships and ships for free... All means of transportation are free. And the hunter certificate is obtained through an exam, which is a very, very difficult exam with a very high elimination rate and death rate, and once its certificate is issued, No matter what happens, it will not expire. Of course, if it is lost, it will not be reissued."

"Scenic spots too?" I ignored the latter, took notes in a small notebook, and asked while taking notes: "Can I eat Bawang meal?"

Aunt Pansy: "..."

Pan Xi said: "Although everyone dares not speak out against the hunters, it is better to bully the low-level people less."

I nodded in understanding, and then asked the most important question: "How is the purchasing power of the nuns?"

Aunt Pansy: "..."

She asked suspiciously: "Did you come from another world? Why don't you know about this question? My monthly income is about 500 guineas, and a house in our town costs 800 million to [-] million yuan." Wan Jinni. You can calculate the purchasing power from this."

My eyes were staring: "Okay...a lot of money..."

Aunt Panxi sighed: "It's good to have money, but the problem is that all hunters are elusive, and they can't even find them. There was a living example some time ago. A little boy named Jin Fuli was published in the newspaper. The asshole father of the soldier scolded a page, saying that he never came back from home for 12 years, and raised his children. He could only play King Carp on Whale Island since he was a child. The words are so cruel! He is still his own son, and he has been looking for him for 12 years Didn't find dad—"

I said angrily: "There is such a father! He should be deprived of custody! ... But they are hunters, are they really so hard to find?"

Aunt Panxi thought for a while and said: "You can make up a tragic story, first create a momentum in the public opinion, and sue your family's name Namikaze Minato, right? Anyway, accuse him of pulling out his dick and giving birth to a child with a large raptor. The next 3.5 million ran away, and then ran to the gate of the Hunter Association and cried bitterly! I will help you write a manuscript to add fuel to the story, if you don’t believe they won’t reveal your man’s whereabouts! If you don’t reveal it, everyone will blame you!”

I:"……"

I struggled and said, "It seems to make sense."

"The power of public opinion is infinite!" Aunt Panxi slapped the table, and the wooden table and the glass on it shook three times: "Believe in public opinion! Auntie will help you! Auntie is not only a writer, but also a member of the Women's Federation!"

I:"……"

Aunt Panxi said seriously: "In short, let's start with the missing person notice. If he doesn't see it, we will use extreme measures."

I was very hesitant: "It's not... not very good, is it? It will damage your reputation..."

"What kind of reputation does a hunter want!" Aunt Panxi waved her hand, "Women in puerperium should go to bed, hurry up. Be careful if you can't get back in shape?"

Aunt Pansy was indeed, as I surmised, a contributor to the magazine.

The missing person notice was published in the newspaper for three consecutive days, and the photo was posted in the newspaper—after all, I did not carry the photo of Minato with me, and then disappeared.No one contacted me, and no one provided clues. After all, the clues I can tell are actually very popular. The only possibility I can find Minato is that he happened to read that newspaper and happened to find that little photo. ——The probability of this is actually very small.

In fact, I didn't report any hope, but I still feel unspeakable discomfort.

The experience of being alone in a completely unfamiliar world is really, really scary.Aunt Pansy was a nice person, but that didn't make me feel any less alone, not even one iota.

So, on the seventh day, I proposed to Aunt Pansy that I should be self-reliant.

I am a doctor, a doctor in the common sense, not a rice bug with no means of earning a living.I can't spend my whole life at Aunt Pansy's house, but I can't read a whole lot of words here, I don't have a penny on me, and my physical fitness hasn't fully recovered-the best way is to do something in this small town I do my best in diagnosis and treatment, and save some travel expenses before going on the road.

Aunt Pansy has always lived alone, and she seems to like me very much. After listening to my ideas, she suggested that she can rent out the attic room at a very low price, and the food fee is AA. I live under the same roof as her.

So I stayed in this small town and helped a small doctor in his clinic, helping him with triage, giving injections and doing some very basic operations, and studying the language here in the attic at night.

The characters here are very fantasy-like, and quite different from the characters commonly used in the five major kingdoms, but the pronunciation, usage, arrangement and combination are exactly the same as those of the five major ninja kingdoms.As long as you memorize the fifty-tone chart here, you can get rid of illiteracy.

Auntie Pansy is a freelance writer. Contrary to the stereotype of 'most female writers are thin and elegant', she is very round and strong, so down-to-earth that when I first met her, I thought her family ran a bakery— — but she was a very popular sentiment columnist for a women's weekly and occasionally wrote fiction.

Then one night I suddenly remembered something, and I ran downstairs and asked her, "Aunt Pansy, is my missing person published in a women's weekly?"

Aunt Panxi said proudly: "Yes, this is a journal that I regularly contribute to, and the editor is very familiar with me! Chennai, do you think this weekly magazine is not well-known? Maybe the coverage is not wide enough, and I can help you connect with a bigger fashion magazine. The monthly magazine has a huge circulation, and there are branches in the Erubian mainland..."

I:"……"

How could Minato read Women's Weekly? I covered my head with a headache.It is even more impossible for the fashion monthly, no wonder the missing person notice has disappeared.

Aunt Panxi struggled and said, "But your man is really shameless. I haven't heard from you for so long. I'm afraid he died in the ruins..."

I covered my head: "I think it might be the wrong direction..."

"I think so too!" Aunt Panxi clapped her hands, "Shall we make trouble? I made my fortune by writing pornographic news, as long as you agree, I will help you create a shocking 'new hunter cheating on his wife is not human, not human 'The door, the best shortcut to find a husband!"

I was terrified: "I'm afraid I will be pressed and spanked when we meet?!"

Aunt Pansy: "Spanking is fun. It's good for young people to have a little fun, especially after giving birth to a child. It's not easy to maintain it! I published this content in "Friends of Women" three years ago. Are you free? You can check it out, it’s on the bookshelf. Women’s publications, sexual relations, that magazine is pretty good, except it’s a bit like a story club..."

Then she was suddenly poked and wronged: "...I don't know what to write in next week's column, and there are still [-] words. I really want to pretend to be dead."

I carefully reminded: "Auntie, the editor is very fierce."

Aunt Panxi, 50 years old, with tears in her eyes: "You don't need to remind me, I have experienced it personally for 20 years, you go up first, I need to be alone, I believe that I will be perfect on the day of the deadline, so I'm going to make some mental preparations tonight..."

This is said to be an illusion of all writers. I kindly said, "Auntie, I can chat with you, maybe it will broaden my mind?"

Aunt Pansy struggled and said, "I just want to write about the hunter pitting his wife! If you don't let me write, I won't be inspired."

I whispered: "...Why don't I tell you how I met him and how I met him?"

Aunt Pansy was silent for a while, she was lying on the table, but she sat up suddenly, and said firmly to me: "—OK."

"You tell the story." She seriously took out her pen and notebook, "I hope this is a good story."

I touched my head embarrassingly, and said shyly, "It should...it should be."

The small town of Keirandra is located in the south of the Batokia Republic, adjacent to the sea, and is blocked by cumulonimbus clouds by majestic mountains. When early summer comes, it rains continuously.

I got off work early at noon, and was entrusted by Aunt Pansy to go to the local post office to pick up her remittance slip for manuscripts. Her manuscript fee for May has already been settled, which is said to be a very considerable amount.

I also paid my first meager salary, so I bought a paper bag of mangoes and peaches for Aunt Panxi with the first salary in the unit of a kinny here, and walked down the street with difficulty holding an umbrella.

The postman at the post office seemed to know me, and smiled at me, "Miss Whirlpool, are you here to help Pansy get the letter?"

I smiled gently: "Yes."

"Great, it's great to meet you." The postman said with a smile, "This must be signed for in person, but it's raining today, so this rule can be exempted. Panxi has a lot of letters this month, and her editorial department It’s a huge package, please take it back to her together.”

I clamped the umbrella, hugged the mango peach to my chest with one arm, freed my hand, and said to my brother: "No problem, I am strong."

The little brother postman smiled thoughtfully, and then dragged out a huge, mountain-like sack from nowhere.

I:"……"

The postman brother said, "Is it too big? I'll help you."

I hurriedly said: "No, I'm strong—" I'm several times stronger than you, and I wanted to finish, but the postman brother has already carried the sack on his shoulder deftly.

"Miss Whirlpool, you hold the umbrella, I'll take the package." The little brother smiled handsomely: "Let's go."

I suddenly felt very difficult, I really can't explain how scary my arm strength is, after all, I have to take care of this little brother's emotions-after all, I am not an ordinary person, but a ninja.

"I heard that it's all letters from readers." The little brother talked to me, "It seems that Auntie Pansy's new serialization is very successful?"

I smiled and said, "Probably so."

The little brother said with a smile: "So you bought her mangoes and peaches? Speaking of which, I like to eat these two too."

I had a vague feeling that the topic was going badly, so I directly avoided the topic: "Mangoes are just on the market, so they should be delicious, so I bought them."

The little brother asked: "Then what kind of fruit does Miss Whirlpool like to eat?"

I:"……"

I said dryly, "I don't really like fruit, I'm allergic to mangoes."

After living for so many years, he hanged himself from a tree again.I'm actually already one of those people who know very little about sexual relationships, but even so I know that conversations with a personal meaning often start with 'talking about yourself'.

It was drizzling, and the hem of my long white dress was splashed with muddy water. Fortunately, Aunt Pansy’s house was not far from the post office. I was standing in her garden full of lilies, and the postman threw the bag on the ground. Rubbing his shoulders, he said, "This thing is really heavy."

I nodded gently and politely: "You have worked hard."

Then I picked up the sack with one hand, closed the umbrella and turned around to enter the house.

The postman brother said loudly: "Miss Whirlpool, are you free this weekend? I have a movie ticket for Zhang Mingshu, if you are interested, would you like to come together?"

"I'm sorry, I—" I thought for a while, "I might catch a cold that day."

Aunt Pansy: "You're too perfunctory, aren't you?"

I lazily opened the letter for her: "I'm too lazy to think of a reason."

Aunt Panxi stared dumbfounded at the huge sack of channels: "...God, I have never received this amount of letters from readers. If you read it for me, it will strengthen your fifty-sound chart."

I nodded, sat on the soft wool carpet, took out the letter paper and read: "Pseudonym-'Actually I am 50 years old but I am still a loli' letter said: Thank you Pansy for bringing such a good story I hope to see the follow-up in the next issue, these two people are so cute, I want to see them get married! Please don't stop writing!"

Aunt Panxi gnawed at the mango skin and said, "I didn't expect the story of the two of you to have such a big response, so why didn't you let me write 'Hunter Pit Wife'? The response must be even bigger! It's a pity—"

I pretended not to hear, and continued to open the letter, stuttering and reading: "A letter from a 12-year-old boy whose pen name is 'Silver-haired Killer, I'm so handsome': Sweet text is really good, confession to the author."

Pan Xi slapped the table and laughed loudly: "Hahahaha——! Good!"

"A letter from a young man whose pen name is 'Wisdom Fruit under the Wisdom Tree, You and Me under the Playing Cards'—" I pinched the letter paper, struggling to decipher the words on it that wished to be drawn as spades, squares, hearts, and plum blossoms. He stammered: "Very good~Xing Xing, I'm super excited~? Spades."

"Isn't this letter too short?" Aunt Pansy was busy eating, and quickly cut a peach, forked a piece of peach and handed it to me.

After listening to the story I told about Minato and me that night, Aunt Pansy wrote a part of the story and submitted it as a manuscript because of the need to rush the manuscript.Surprisingly, her editor-in-charge did not make any comments, and sent the manuscript for printing directly after proofreading.

I was so embarrassed that I didn't even dare to read the column written by Pan Xi. It felt like my diary had been printed and sold hundreds of thousands of copies, but readers rushed to share their impressions after reading it.Pansy has polished the story and withheld many key names, but the story is the story, and the skeleton is the skeleton.

The more I read it, the more I blushed, and I felt that it was a shameful play, and I almost couldn't read it several times.

Auntie Panxi flipped through her letters with great interest, and picked out one by one for me to use as study materials. Nest in.

Then she suddenly paused, and picked out a light red letter: "Qinai?"

I raised my head and asked blankly, "Huh?"

"This letter," said Aunt Pansy, handing it to me, curiously, "—is not for me."

I took it suspiciously, and the envelope was stamped with the postmark of Saduo City, and the stamp of Camellia was affixed:

—'To the little red-haired mother'

Outside the window, the rain washed the earth, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness between the sky and the earth. In the garden, lilies and jasmine lowered their heavy flowers.

My hands were shaking uncontrollably.

The author has something to say: Sorry everyone for the late update qwq! !

The author has always written fan fiction as if he was writing an original novel, so students who haven't read the original novel should not affect their reading!

I found that everyone gave a lot of mines OvO yesterday! !Happy~!So today's chapter is super thick and long! !

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But the soy milk box has been eaten by me! (beat

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Why does Minato read Women's Weekly (Deng Yao) The advertisement is in the wrong place!