【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

As a resident of Tatarsha, daily life is actually very simple.

Because there is a huge melting pot nearby, which has created a lot of jobs from the perspective of economics and sociology, so the living conditions of the residents of Tatarsha are pretty good.

Therefore, even if a girl is new here, she can still find some jobs that can make her live well.

The people who tread the sand are all good people, and they are also very smart. They are very good at taking care of the girl within the appropriate scale, so that her life will be a little easier, but she will not look out of place.

"Give yourself a code name..."

The girl held the pen and poked her cheek with the end of the pen in some distress.

"Yes, since we have to live together in the future, we can't always call you 'Miss' until you recover your memory, right? This is very troublesome and not polite."

Niwa sat on the other side of the table, smiling at the girl's troubled look.

"Xiao Bai - I mean Qingqi Zhe, did he also take this by himself?"

The girl looked sideways at Qingqi who was holding a cup of tea and pouring it into her mouth. When she met Qingqi's eyes that had just been raised and were a little wet from the hot tea, she made a playful move. eyebrow.

"Well, that's not the case," Niwa touched his chin, "it's just that everyone is used to calling him that - it's because of him that we realized the importance of a 'name' or a 'codename'."

"Well, you are right, it is indeed very important." The girl curled her lips and turned her gaze back to the paper in front of her, "The Qinqi..."

"My name is Zhou Ghost, right?"

The girl's tone was raised, and she even chuckled:

"Ha, it fits my life experience very well?"

"It's a legendary monster that often appears in the sea between Liyue and Inazuma... It appears with the waves, and it moves erratically but does not hurt anyone." Niyu nodded, "It is indeed very appropriate."

"But..." Qingqi gently put the teacup on the table, "It's weird to call him a ghost."

To show his sincerity, his clear purple eyes first met the girl's gaze, and the girl raised her eyebrows. In the end, the admirer did not resist, and ducked back his gaze, staring at the tea cup in his hand:

"I felt like you didn't look like a ghost at all when you appeared."

"picture......"

The curious person blushed for some reason, and muttered a word in the ancient rice wife's language. He spoke vaguely and so fast that the other two people present could not hear it clearly.

"what?"

The girl raised her head and looked at the doll with its head lowered, but she only received the answer "It's okay".

"But... isn't calling Ghost a bit too...?"

Niyu scratched his head and hesitated to speak, but the meaning of his words was already clear——

Indeed, it is not appropriate to call him a "ghost" in a circle with mostly normal people.

"Then let's remove the word 'ling' and call it Zhouyou."

The girl seemed to be satisfied with her decision. She nodded, put pen to paper, and handed it to Niyu with both hands.

"That's a good name, Miss Zhouyou," Niyu put the paper in his pocket, "Then I'll leave first. If you have any questions, please feel free to bother me."

"it is good."

The girl stood up together with the two people who were about to leave, watching Niyu and Qingqi Zhe go out one after another, but when Qingqi Zhe was about to step out of the house, she grabbed Qingqi's broad sleeve:

"noob."

The girl tilted her head and pulled the Qingqi back into the door with just a little force.

"Ah, please, is there anything else, Zhou, Miss Zhouyou?"

"It's not me," the girl let go of the hand holding Qingqi's sleeve, leaning slightly on the table, "it's you, what did you want to say just now?"

"I......"

The Qingqi's lips murmured twice, obviously shaken and struggling for a moment. It's just that while he was struggling, the blush stained his excessively white cheeks.

"Won't you tell me?"

The girl lowered her eyes, then turned slightly, leaving only a profile of her face to the astonished person. Then she pressed her throat and squeezed out a light hum from her nasal cavity that was not annoying, just short of "I'm unhappy". On the face.

"Me!" The Qingqi man subconsciously wanted to reach out his hand, but it hung in the air. It was clear that he only had two hands, but he was so helpless that he seemed to be knotted. "I, what I just said is - "

"Like, like Princess Kaguya..."

(Kaguya, the goddess from the moon in the ancient Japanese story "The Tale of Bamboo", is similar to the Chinese Chang'e or Weaver Girl.)

The Qingqi's voice became softer and softer as he spoke, even a little stuttering, but he immediately became anxious again and waved his hand to the girl:

"Of course, I, I have no objection to the code name you chose for yourself, and I have no intention of dictating your affairs. I, I just feel that way. You also have the code name you want, so, just in front of me Niyu didn’t say anything to his face..."

"Pfft," the girl clenched her fist, covered the corners of her lips that were raised a little too much, and cleared her throat to make sure her voice was not hoarse from suppressing laughter, "I don't mind."

"Xiao Bai, you can call me that if you want."

"Only you can call me that."

The girl stared into the eyes of the admirer, with a hint of bewilderment in her tone:

"It's like, I'm the only one who calls you 'Xiao Bai'."

The curious person only felt the noise and silence in his ears - the noise was the ringing in his ears caused by the surge of energy and blood that he didn't know why; the silence was that at this moment, there was only the girl's voice in his ears. Keep echoing.

Only he can——

Yes, there is a unique name for her.

And this title is based on his most intuitive and private feelings towards her——

This feeling was strange, but it made him happy, as if something was firmly in his hands.

"Can, is it okay?"

"uh-huh?"

The girl tilted her head:

"Why not? Aren't you still willing for me to call you Xiaobai?"

"You also allowed me, Xiaobai, to call me a name that belongs exclusively to you and me."

The girl stretched out her hand to the admirer, her four fingers were slightly folded, and only her little finger lightly tickled the admirer:

"How's it going? Do you need a hook?"

The curious person looked at the white and tender little finger and his eyes moved slightly.

Is she inviting me to be her unique, important person?

Is it true that if you pull the hook - in human custom - if you pull the hook, nothing will happen again.

The agreement is essentially a restraint for both parties, and Qingqi completely did not consider that he was also bound at this time. His heart was filled with the girl's promise to him.

"--good."

The admirer hooked the girl's little finger:

"Thank you...Ms. Moon."