I, Dayan of the senior department, never dies

"Now... what time is it?"

There was a tremor in the painter's voice.

"Sir, what happened to you when you passed away?"

"It's just... Zishi."

Fortunately.

Only half an hour passed.

"Sir, do you want to take a break? It will be uncomfortable to keep painting."

As if worried about her condition, the little ghost dropped the flowers to look at her.

This brat...can't he just stand still and talk to her!Dangling, annoying to death.

The painter was dizzy from being shaken, so he picked up his pen and started to type.

"You... woo..."

The stars and the moon in front of me were turned into darkness in an instant.

Go back to the second line without stopping, the future can be expected

"..."

The painter woke up.

This sleep made her feel a little weak.

Under the body is a straw mat, the one that the kid has been using.

Turning his head slightly, the grass next to him smelled a little earthy.

Looking forward, the little ghost was sitting next to her, staring blankly at something with a bitter face.Seeing her move, the kid immediately came over.

"Sir! You are awake at last."

The kid's voice was a little choked up.

She stretched her arms and wanted to get up, but the kid hurried over to support her.

"How long."

Judging by the appearance of the little ghost, she should not have slept for long.

"You have been sleeping for two days, sir, there are no more than three fish in the pot!"

"..."

The painter felt his fist harden.

Co-authoring her in a coma is not as influential as a few fish.

"Ah, the fish is still in the pot. Wait a minute, sir, I'll get you the fish soup!"

The kid ran away in a hurry.

The painter leaned on the bamboo box he didn't know where to get, and observed the surrounding environment.

His easel was still in place, proving that the kid didn't take her around.

The sky is a bit dark, it should be after noon, when the clouds cover the sun.

"Sir! The fish soup is here, it's a little hot, drink it slowly."

The little ghost ran over with a bowl of fish soup and handed him a pair of bamboo chopsticks.

"..."

The chopsticks fell on the body, but fortunately there was no oil stain.

The painter's complexion was a little bad.

Although he regained some energy, his body couldn't even hold a pair of chopsticks.

"Really, it's all my fault."

Obviously she didn't catch it herself, but the kid suddenly blamed herself loudly.

"Sir, after sleeping for so long, his body must not have recovered. How could I have forgotten this?"

"Sir, you rest, I will serve you."

As he spoke, he took away the chopsticks from her body, took out a new pair of chopsticks, and then picked up a piece of fish from the bowl and brought it to her mouth.

"Sir, please have a meal."

"..."

The painter looked at him, that smirk, that pair of chopsticks holding the fish.

"Hey, sir, eat more. I have stewed two fish for you. If it's not enough, I'll go get some more."

With so much money, do you think she is a fool?

"..."

It seems... not sure.

There are thousands of thoughts in my heart, but the cool demeanor remains the same.

"This time, you did a good job."

She changed the subject, not wanting to discuss her appetite any further.And according to usual experience, if she didn't take the initiative to change the subject, this kid could talk about this sentence for an hour.

"Ah, that, of course. After all, the master regards the paintings so precious, of course I can't let them be lost."

"Um……"

Although she wasn't talking about this, the artist didn't say much.

"and also?"

After eating five bowls of fish soup, the artist couldn't help calling out to stop him when he saw that he wanted to fill it up.

"There's half a fish left, sir. Don't waste food."

"Have you eaten?"

"Hey. There's still some dry food in the bag, and I'll fill my stomach with soup later."

The little ghost giggled while holding the bowl, and ran back with the bowl after a while.

"Sir, here comes the fish."

"I've lost my appetite."

The painter waved his hand, indicating that he didn't want to eat any more.

"But don't waste food, sir."

"Then you can solve it yourself!"

The imp's reluctance annoyed her a lot.

"But it's for my husband's health."

Ahhh!so annoying!Let you eat and you will eat.

The painter looked at him slightly annoyed,

"Uh, sir, don't be angry, you're not in good health yet."

"Mr. eat half, I will eat half."

Seeing her angry look, the little ghost immediately changed his words, discussing and begging her.

Hmph, you are quite sensitive to the changes in her mood.

"Only this one time."

She didn't say any more, her eyes looked away from his face, and her lips parted slightly.

"Hey."

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"Phew, it's really comfortable to be full."

After feeding her, the little ghost sat on the floor and filled his stomach with dried steamed buns soaked in extremely delicious fish soup.He happily served a large bowl until his stomach was full, humming a little tune out of tune, looking very comfortable.

"Humph~"

Only later did he realize that he was being fooled into eating all the fish by the painter, who snorted softly and glared at him.

"Hey. Steamed buns in hot soup are very filling, sir."

But he just laughed along with him, so that the teachers and students couldn't find a reason to be angry.

With the idea of ​​out of sight and out of mind, she closed her eyes and prepared to rest.

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"Sir, are you really not going to rest for a while? Has your body really recovered? Let's take a rest after walking for a while."

"Sir, where are we going?"

"gentlemen……"

The painter, who had no intention of staying, was bombarded by the brat's words as soon as she stood up. She was so angry that she threw the pen directly at his head.

"Oh, sir, don't be angry! Let's go now."

Seeing that she was angry, the little ghost didn't say anything about rest anymore, he quickly packed up her things and put them in the bamboo box, and then with some difficulty picked up the bamboo box that was full of things and ran to her. Handing her the pen with a smile, he continued to laugh while watching her.

So silly.

hum~.

She took the pen and suddenly felt a little better.

Just like the surface of a lake where the wind blows, the waves will return to calm when the wind passes.

Time to move on.

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The painter is in the front, and the kid is in the back.

"It would be great if I had a car. My husband can sit in the car, so I don't have to worry about my husband being exhausted."

"Sir, let's buy a car when we get to the next town, and then we'll buy a Kuranta or a Flathoof to pull a cart."

"Well, let's see if there are any suitable clothes for Mr."

"The materials have to be replenished, and the remaining materials are not enough."

"Woo. I have to find a way to make some money. This money can't buy many supplies."

The little ghost chattered about all kinds of things he was going to do.

The painter listened, his expression moved slightly.

When did you need a kid to prepare for her matter?

Hmm... I remembered.

After he got him out of the river due to a brain attack, he said, "The grace of a drop of water is reciprocated by the fountain. Now my husband saved my life. I have nothing to live in during the day, so I can only use this useless body as my husband." He followed her forcefully on the grounds of "being a cow and a horse in order to repay each other".Afterwards, everything about her was taken over as naturally as if it was a matter of course.

How skilled was he in serving others before?

Traveling and staying, three meals and meals... everything is handled in an orderly manner.

his past...

Although the painter is interested, he is unwilling to seek it deliberately.

And...it turns out that the kid's name is Bai Tian.

The painter just remembered his name.

daytime...