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

"Wait, Tai-!"

"Shh... keep your voice down, in case there's someone outside the door..."

So, repression, indulgence, sobbing, and joy were intertwined in this night.

"...like wood."

"listen."

The wanderer held the girl's belly with his hand and leaned over:

"I don't care how much things are important to you..."

His voice was suppressed, dangerous, and seemed to carry a hint of begging and grievance:

"I have to... have to be the most important one."

"..."

The girl was awakened by the bright midday sun.

The two of them stayed up too late yesterday, and when they walked back to their room in the dark, neither of them cared that the curtains were not drawn.

hateful......

Yesterday, yesterday...

The girl thought about it and immediately felt her head was burned. She pulled the pillow out from under her head and covered her face with it.

Is he taking revenge?! He must be taking revenge for calling him old-fashioned last time?!

"Hmm? Awake? Get up and have lunch."

"...Not awake."

"Ok?"

The wanderer sat down next to the girl and gently rubbed her belly through the quilt, causing the girl's body to shrink uncontrollably, as if the touch from last night was still lingering on her body.

"Pfft."

The wanderer chuckled, and the girl felt so embarrassed that she felt like she was burning with shame. She threw the pillow that was covering her face at the wanderer, revealing her skin covered with teeth marks and bruises, which made the wanderer laugh even more happily. The girl was so angry that she hit the wanderer hard a few more times before the wanderer grabbed her wrist, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her forehead.

"Oh - I remember some people seemed to have a date today?"

The wanderer pointed to the clock on the wall:

"Well, if you don't eat lunch, you really don't have to eat."

“…!!! Why didn’t you wake me up!”

The person the girl made an appointment with was Xun Guinaqi Zhenjun.

"Is there an answer so soon?"

Xun Guinaqi seemed to have been waiting for a long time, or like an old lady who was really killing time. She put down the knitting needles in her hands that were constantly shuttling, and looked at the girl with a smile.

"Well, we've thought about it."

The girl smiled and squatted down, supporting her head:

"I think I'll take you to see him. He has changed a lot."

Xun Guinaqi Zhenjun certainly had no reason to refuse, but when they walked to the door, they heard another voice, that of a child.

As far as I can remember, Zhaixiacha doesn’t seem to have any friends of the same age?

The girl thought about it and gradually slowed down her pace, listening to the sounds inside the house.

"Who were the people who came to see you yesterday? Are they the ones who want to adopt you? They look so good..."

"No, they are my...my brothers and sisters."

"Brother and sister? Why are you looking for someone to adopt you when you have family? They don't want you?"

"...Not my biological child."

"He's not my biological child, but he's still so kind to you... Xiaocha, you're so lucky..."

The wanderer on the side naturally heard all of this. Hearing this, he frowned and wanted to push the door open, but was stopped by the girl, who gently shook his head.

"Don't call me Xiaocha. Also, do you want this good life?"

"Don't be like this... I just envy you. Even though you lost your parents, there are still people who treat you so well. Unlike me, I have never seen my mother since I was a child. My father died of illness very early. My grandparents were very tired and sent me here for treatment... My grandfather passed away last year. My grandmother doesn't like me either. Everyone says that I am a child without parents and they don't want to play with me..."

"Unlike you, even though you have a bad temper and are gloomy all the time, there are still people who are so kind to you and want to adopt you, but you are unwilling and have a stern face all the time..."

The child grumbled:

"You are born in a blessed situation but you don't know how to appreciate it. Not only did you lose your parents, but you also got sick. Who hasn't been sick?... I don't know why you are pretending every day."

Zhaixiacha probably heard these words, but his face did not change. He just put down the book in his hand with annoyance, and looked at the child with heavy eyes and some pity:

"You keep telling me how miserable you are every now and then...are you jealous?"

"Or do you think it would be a great sense of accomplishment to prove that you are a little more miserable than me?"

Zhaixiacha tapped his chin and shook his head:

"It's so pitiful, but if you want to think like that, then I can't help it."

Hearing this, the girl suddenly glared at the wanderer. The latter, of course, understood what this blaming look meant, and shrugged indifferently.

Why are you glaring at me? It's better to say something unpleasant than to be cowardly, right?

In order to prevent the situation in the house from further deteriorating, the girl knocked on the door gently and coughed twice. She didn't push the door open until the house returned to peace.

"Hey, is it Xiaocha's friend who came to accompany Xiaocha?"

The girl smiled, pretending that she had not heard the children's quarrel at all. She walked to the bedside, first looking at Zhaixiacha's smiling face, and then at the child's slightly red eyes:

"Thank you for coming to keep Xiaocha company while we were away."

"I...I...you're welcome!"

No one knew what was going on in the child's mind, maybe he was embarrassed, maybe he was afraid of adults, or maybe he felt guilty, but he just stumbled out and almost bumped into a homeless person who was about to come in at the door.

"I thought you came in to support the little devil, but I didn't expect you to give that little thing a step down."

The girl sighed, bent down and rubbed Zhai Xiacha's head, and looked at his frightened face:

"Xiaocha, are you angry?"

Zhaixiacha, who was originally feeling uneasy about his bad side being exposed in front of the girl, was stunned by the girl's question and shook his head woodenly.

"Do you feel pitiful?"

Zhaixiacha thought about it, and rarely did not answer the girl immediately. He tilted his head, looking very lifeless.

Poor?

It seems a little bit, but it doesn’t seem that pitiful.

So Zhai Xiacha spoke again, and what he said was indeed something beyond the answer:

"That man's name is Nagano Haradasai. He has never seen his mother since he was a child, and he can't remember what his father looks like."

"His illness is something his father left him... His grandmother was also very cruel to him. It's true that no one has ever treated him as well as you have treated me."

"what......"

The girl tilted her head, but her eyes did not look at Zhaixiacha, but just lowered to the corner of her eyes, as if she was thinking.

"So, even though Xiaocha spoke rudely to him, she did feel sorry for him, right?"

"......Um."

"Little tea is great."

The girl patted Zhaixiacha's head, then stared into his eyes and spoke slowly:

"Even though Xiaocha has been through a lot of pain herself, she still has compassion and empathy for the pain of others, which is great."

"Xiaocha, you're a good kid."