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

Both the wanderer and Kamisato Ayato were very patient. Although the girls' conversation went on for a long time, no one interrupted the conversation between the two ladies in the room.

The wanderer leaned on the bench, closing his eyes and resting, looking nonchalant; while on Kamisato Ayato's side, someone would bring official business from time to time, and Kamisato Ayato did not shy away from giving orders on the spot - in summary, on the surface, both of them acted as if the other did not exist.

But in fact, both of them were observing each other casually.

In my heart, I examined the other person from his appearance, temperament to his words and deeds. When our eyes occasionally met, I had to put on a gentle and reasonable look, but I could still see the other person's reluctance. For a moment, the atmosphere became a little awkward.

Finally, two people broke the eerie silence.

One of them was Kamisato Ayaka who pushed the door open.

The other one was Zhaixiacha, who had already changed out of her hospital gown.

"Um?"

The wanderer hugged his chest and looked at the tea under the fort:

"You don't want to wear the hospital gown anymore?"

And Zhaixiacha just raised his arms proudly:

"The clothes my sister bought for me before."

The wanderer glanced up and down at Zhaixiacha and said with a smile in his tone:

"Nice clothes, nice person."

"Hmph," Zhai Xiacha put her hands on her waist, "Why are you outside? Were you kicked out by your sister?"

"You little brat," the wanderer felt inexplicably better, "your sister was dating another woman just now."

"Eh--"

"How long are you two going to chat outside?"

The two, one big and one small, subconsciously turned their heads to look at the ward. The girl, wearing a white suspender, was leaning against the door of the ward. Her hair was slightly messy, and perhaps due to static electricity, a small piece of it was attached to the white painted wood, and the blurred lines drawn were incredibly soft.

"elder sister!"

"Well," the girl lowered her head and caught the tea thrown at her, "Aren't we leaving tomorrow? Have you packed your luggage?"

"Nothing."

Zhaixiacha nudged the girl and raised his head. There were twinkling eyes in his eyes, like the round lights on the top of the hospital, and like the faint expectation that only children have:

"I need my sister's help with something."

"..."

"Change your name..."

To be precise, it's just a change of surname.

the reason is simple--

After all, "tea" is the hope that the gentle woman in despair left for her children, but "under the fort" is the source of despair.

But the problem lies precisely here -

Whether it's the girl or the wanderer, they are all people without surnames.

The wanderer and the girl looked at each other at the same time, and saw the embarrassment in each other's eyes. Finally, they looked at the child in the middle of them with eyes full of expectation and sighed softly.

For most people, "surname" is a bit too heavy - they have a surname before they have life. People like Xiaocha who voluntarily give up their surname are rare and reckless.

It is also a rare kind of courage.

It's both pitiful and hateful that a woman named Inazuma can only take her husband's surname after getting married, and Zhaixiacha didn't even know her mother's surname when she was a girl.

"Ah, right."

The girl suddenly thought of something and curved her eyebrows:

"Xiao Cha, can you name it Cha from now on?"

Zhaixiacha's eyes lit up and he nodded quickly, looking at the girl with sparkling eyes, as if waiting for what to say next.

"Hmm... 'Tea is the best crop of the south' (from Lu Yu's The Classic of Tea). It should be called Nanhe, right?"

"Cha Nanhe..."

Chaxiacha, no, Cha Nanhe muttered to himself several times, his eyes brighter and brighter:

"From now on, my name will be Chananhe!"

There were laughter and shouting inside the house, and the sound of wind and trees outside. The words "under the fort" seemed to have been lost in the disturbing past along with these noisy sounds. The birdsong by the window seemed to be celebrating this plain and peaceful new life, or -

It was the relieved laughter of someone who had long since passed away.

On this day, the girl and the wanderer both agreed to let Xiaocha fall asleep next to the girl, because they were about to face a farewell that was worth celebrating. Even though they knew they would see each other again in the future, they still wanted to spend every joyful moment together.

That day, Xiaocha had a very gentle dream. In the dream, a familiar and gentle female voice was calling his new name. Finally, at dawn, she embraced him instead of the sun. On her face blurred by the halo, she had a loving and gratified smile. Finally, before waking up from the dream, she said to him:

"Congratulations, and thank you."

What are you thanking me for?

Perhaps she was thanking him for carrying her hopes and really paving a way to the future.

-

"…Wipe it off, what does it look like?"

The wanderer looked at the girl with red eyes and handed her a handkerchief.

The girl chuckled, took the handkerchief, and pressed it on his face:

"Now that Xiaocha's issue has been resolved, shall we talk about Mr. Tuanque's recent affairs?"

"..."

The wanderer grabbed the girl's wrist and removed the handkerchief and her hand from her face:

"What can I do? I'm busy being a cook, a bodyguard, and a boyfriend to some savior lady."

"Ah," the girl folded the handkerchief neatly in her hands, "I and that thing are from the same source, so you can't hide it from me, right?"

"…I didn't mean to hide it from you. I just happened to meet you and wanted to see if I could solve it."

"Ah."

The girl nodded and looked at the wanderer:

"Are you hurt? That thing would be a little tricky for the others."

"No...don't do it!"

The crisp sounds of clothes rubbing against each other and accessories colliding fell to the ground. The wanderer, who boasted of his strong body, was pinned down by the sick girl, revealing his reddish skin under the thin black veil.

The wanderer's breathing tightened at first - because of shame and anger - and then he breathed a sigh of relief - because fortunately, there were no obvious scars on his body.

"Have you seen enough, Miss Rogue?"

He chuckled and looked at the girl who was lying on his chest and examining him carefully. His tone was nonchalant, but it was meaningful:

"Some of the blood is not mine. Those things are not enough to hurt me."

"Okay, okay," the girl smiled helplessly. After confirming that the wanderer did not have any wounds on his body, she looked up at him, "So, aren't you going to take me to see him?"

"..."

Those inexplicable, strange, and malicious voices seemed to sound faintly again, causing the wanderer's eyes to become unfocused for a moment when he looked up at the girl.

It was precisely because of this moment of trance that the wanderer's heart, which had been shaken for a moment, became firm again:

"Ha, don't spend all day..."

He raised his hand and stroked the girl's hair behind her ear. His tone was gentle, yet pleading:

"Say something I don't understand."