Konoha Aogen

The sky is getting dark and the river has not been crossed. Mu Qing'er stood up and walked into the cabin, looking for the sound of breathing and finding the afterimage. The afterimage was huddled in the corner of the cabin bed, sulking. Seeing Mu Qing'er come in, she hurriedly stood up. Finding that no one else was following her, she secretly felt something was wrong.

"You are the most useful at the critical moment." Afterimage never expected that Mu Qing'er would say such a sentence softly. Hearing Mu Qing'er praising him to his face, the tip of Afterimage's nose felt sore, and tears immediately burst into tears. She couldn't remember the last time Mu Qing'er praised her. With her intelligence, if she couldn't remember, it meant she hadn't done it before.

Afterimage wanted to cry and throw herself into Mu Qing'er's arms, but she didn't dare. Mu Qing'er didn't do what she expected, gently pulling her closer so that she didn't have to be brave and could hug him as soon as she raised her hand.

In the small cabin, Mu Qing'er still turned sideways to avoid the afterimage, rubbed against her body, and sat on the edge of the bed. Upon seeing this, Afterimage also followed Mu Qing'er and sat down on her left hand side, gently leaning against her left arm. Seeing that Mu Qing'er didn't dislike her and pushed her away, she took advantage of her again and put her hands around her arms, leaning her cheek against her shoulder.

"Young Master said that if he dies, he will listen to you from now on." Mu Qing'er said lightly, just narrating, and no other emotions could be heard.

"Yes, I heard it." Afterimage responded in a low voice. She thought Mu Qing'er would ask, "What will happen to you if the young master dies?" But Mu Qing'er stopped talking and allowed her to cling to him, as if she had no intention of leaving.

"Is there anything you want?" Mu Qing'er asked softly after an unknown amount of time.

Afterimage was completely unprepared for this. Mu Qing'er not only praised her, but actually rewarded her. No wonder Mu Qing'er looked at her with cold eyes all day long, and this afterimage is indeed a Xiaoxiao character of "being disrespectful when close, and resentful when far away". Just then, she suddenly heard that Mu Qing'er praised her, and the grievances accumulated over the years of neglect and neglect suddenly came to the fore. At this moment, I knew I could make a wish. Before my tears dried, a bad smile immediately appeared on my face: "Sister Qing'er, can I say anything?"

"As long as it works, just change it if it doesn't work." Mu Qing'er has a simple heart, but she is not so evil. Even so, the afterimage still captured the mystery behind his words. If it doesn't work, then change it, instead of just forget it if it doesn't work, that means she can start with the most shameless wish.

"Let me think about it, is it possible?" Afterimage asked pretending to be coy. She asked this because she didn't want to let go of Mu Qing'er's arm too early. Secondly, the reward was indeed too sudden, and she couldn't think of anything new or exciting at the moment.

"Yeah." Mu Qing'er responded and turned silent again.

After a while, Afterimage's body began to tremble slightly. She came up with an idea that even she found despicable. She was excited, but also extremely scared. She didn't know what the consequences would be if she said it.

"What's wrong?" Mu Qing'er noticed something was wrong with the afterimage's body.

"I have a wish. I told you not to be angry, okay?" After the shadow tried to die, he wanted to get a gold medal to avoid death.

"I'll be angry if I don't hit you." Mu Qing'er already wanted to hit her, but today, she would tolerate anything.

After the shadow was pardoned, he was still scared to death. He took a deep breath and summoned up the courage to say tremblingly: "Can you stay with Xiao Mo for the night?" After saying that, he immediately closed his eyes and hugged Mu Qing'er's left arm tightly. , waiting for her right hand to slap her face.

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"Okay." He just said lightly.

Afterimage never expected that Mu Qing'er would agree so quickly and calmly. "Sister Qing'er, did you...hear what I said clearly?"

"Yeah, little moth."

"Well, spending the night with her means... no, it's not just lying down, you know, right?" The more the afterimage talked, the more frightened he became. He always felt that he owed the world a slap in the face, and he didn't know when retribution would come back.

"Yeah, I know." Mu Qing'er answered matter-of-factly, which made Biying feel like a fool.

"You just... agreed like that?" Afterimage still found it unbelievable, even more unbelievable than Mu Qing'er taking the initiative to praise her and deciding to reward her.

Mu Qing'er turned her head to look at the afterimage, her eyes full of unreasonableness: "What?" She was not used to having her face so close to the afterimage, so close that she could feel her messy breathing with her skin, and she was about to turn her head. Turned back.

After the shadow saw that Mu Qing'er didn't realize the difficulty or teasing at all, he felt slightly disappointed and quickly found an excuse to argue: "I mean, this matter... don't you need to tell the young master? ?”

"Little Moth...No need." Mu Qing'er really didn't think of this, and her answer was not very firm at this time. "I'd better ask."

"Yeah." Afterimage leaned against Mu Qing'er, wanting to chat with her some more. She was as smart as she was, but she didn't know what to say. Afterimage suddenly understood why Hanxing and Lone Goose were able to get close to Mu Qing'er because they could stay by her side without saying a word.

Afterimage no longer tried to talk, closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment of tenderness brought by the iceberg. Unfortunately, not long after, the iceberg moved.

"That's it." Mu Qing'er slowly stood up from the edge of the bed and walked out of the small cabin.

Exile Diary - Excerpt (25)

This afternoon, Lin Jue brought the tailor to the courtyard. While the tailor was checking my body with his ruler, Lin Jue did not enter the house, but just sat in the small courtyard drinking bitter soup. Apparently it was also etiquette not to come into my house. I waited patiently until the tailor left, and finally had some time alone with Lin Jue.

I followed the way he treated me yesterday, took his right hand with both hands, and put the gem I brought from "Wulfganga" into his palm. Lin felt so happy that he almost cried. This man was so easy to please. I was convinced that his joy came from me and had nothing to do with the gem. I thought he would hug me, but he didn't.

I didn’t care what Lin Jue’s plans were next, so I directly pulled him to the room with books and paintbrushes, took out a piece of tissue paper, handed him the paintbrush, opened the window and pointed at the trees outside, and then pointed at the trees outside. Point to the paper on the table. Lin Jue was stunned, then poured some water into the plate, picked up a black brick and turned it in the plate. Soon the plate was filled with black paint. Another interesting thing, quite beautiful.

After getting enough paint, Lin Jue began to copy the trees outside the window. I interrupted him gently, took out a book and pointed to the words on it. Lin Jue understood immediately, changed a piece of paper, wrote a square character on it, and read: "Tree." I followed and whispered: "Tree." Lin Jue smiled and nodded. Then I moved a stool and sat next to him. I took out a small wooden stick for eating and dipped it in paint to imitate his writing. It was really complicated.

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. Lin Jue picked up another paintbrush, dipped it in paint and handed it to me. I shook my head, pointed to the wooden stick, and asked him if he had a hard brush. I don’t know if he understands what I mean.

Lin Jue didn't do as I wished, so he gave me a hard pen, wrote another word on the paper, pointed at the table and said: "table". I recited it and imitated it again with a wooden stick dipped in paint. This time he didn't argue with me, and showed that tolerant and doting look that made me feel even more humiliated. I'm a little angry, who is the idiot? It seems that this world is written with a brush.

I spent the entire afternoon learning to speak and write. I studied very carefully, and Lin Jue taught me very patiently. In the blink of an eye, it was evening. Xiaoyue and Xiaomei brought food. I motioned to Lin Jue to stay and dine with me. He hesitated for a moment and nodded in agreement. In the past few days, I found that there was no alcohol in the meals Xiaoyue and Xiaomei served me. The only time I drank alcohol was in a pub in the city yesterday. I'm not interested in drinking, but if I can't clink glasses, it would be awkward to be silent. Anese did not sit at the table today, and she was not allowed to serve beside him.

After the meal, Lin Jue said goodbye. After a while, his female slave brought three exquisite wooden pens and a stack of hard paper. This confuses me. There are obviously wooden pens in this world, so why does Lin Jue use a paintbrush to write? The owner of the calligraphy and painting shop also uses a paintbrush to write, so this is not a symbol of royal status. Keep learning, there are too many things in this world that I cannot understand. With the wooden pen, at least my diary can continue.

After dinner until bedtime, I taught Annese how to speak and write. She learned it the hard way and with much more care than I could whip her with. Anese was sensible at the critical moment. She knew very well that this time was not to kill time.

Information gained today:

1: Each item corresponds to a word, and each word is square, but with different internal textures. At least I didn’t learn the word for hammer today.

2: Each word I learned today is a syllable. I guess this is a rule, not an accident.

I've been writing a lot lately, and if I continue like this, the parchment book won't be enough, so I have to control it. It's easy to hide one notebook, but it's troublesome to hide more.

Exile Diary - Excerpt (26)

The past few days have been simple yet challenging. Lin Jue came to the courtyard every morning to teach me how to speak and write until evening. This afternoon, the custom-made clothes arrived. Lin Jue is very satisfied with my new clothes. I can't see any big difference from the ones he gave me before.

The fancy clothes I wore when I landed were out of place in this world and I never wore them again. The jewelry brought from "Wulfganga" has been sleeping quietly in the wooden box, with no chance to wear it. After living in this small courtyard, I never dared to touch the steel sword my father gave me.

Also, that big wooden bucket is obviously used for bathing. Today I pointed at the wooden bucket and then at the hot water basin. Xiaoyue and Xiaomei immediately went to the kitchen to boil water, and then filled the bucket with basins of hot water. It was filled, although it took quite some time. When the bucket was full, I waved them out, leaving Anese alone to serve me. The feeling of being immersed in hot water is so wonderful. Why did the two slave girls never take the initiative to pour water into this bucket?

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