The battle with Shenming turned Wuyue, who had finally recovered, back to a sick state covered in bruises.There are injuries all over the body, and I don't know how long it will take to fully recover to a perfect state.

Wu Yue doesn't care much about her body - she only cares about her face.

She's not the kind of superficial guy who only knows how to pay attention to the face.The reason why she met Xin Xin after a long time was mainly because the condition of her face was really not good.The two cheeks were scratched in several places, and there were a few scratches. Even with gauze covering them, they still looked a little scary.

May doesn't think it's a badge of honor to have an unsightly scar on her face.In order to avoid regretting the wound in the future, and fearing that eating the wrong food would cause scars on her face, she controlled her eating and living habits to an extremely harsh point.

I must go to bed early and get up early every day, and I have to stroll around the small courtyard a few times.She didn't dare to eat braised dishes, never touched greasy things, and every meal was so bland that she couldn't help but sigh every time she looked at it.

She didn't know what kind of perseverance she relied on to keep herself going.

Although the wound on her face was horrible, and at one point her entire face was swollen, but at least it was a wound that could heal.The wound on his left hand pierced by the broken blade did not become infected afterwards, but the words of "a hundred days of injury" fell on Wu Yue again.

"To tell you the truth, I didn't expect that something happened to my left hand before I could enjoy the days when my hands were healthy."

Shaking her tightly bound left hand, May's sighs never stopped for a moment.

She really didn't expect that her left hand would be so full of disasters.Could this be some kind of curse?

Pick a free day and go to the shrine to worship, maybe you can dispel some bad luck.she thinks.

Probably because of the injury, her left hand was always cold and could not be warmed up.Wu Yue had no choice but to put his left hand into the right sleeve and stick it against the warm other arm, which was barely comfortable.

When hearing Wu Yue's complaint, Yi Yong raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on the gauze on her cheek.He didn't deliberately want to see this position, but the gauze was too conspicuous.

He didn't want his eyes to put too much pressure on Wu Yue, so he didn't stare for long, and withdrew his gaze.

"It's good to take care of it." He said indifferently.

Of course, May understands this truth.She just wanted to complain.

She lay on her back on the tatami, staring at the square wooden lamp on the ceiling, her feet dangling.She wanted to eat the senbei on the table, but when she thought of leaving scars, she had no choice but to put away her greedy thoughts, and instead stroked the sleeping briquettes beside her.

The pussy of briquettes is soft and slippery and has a great touch.

She would be happier if she could avoid the catastrophic situation of losing a piece of ground hair when she touched it.

"I really want to continue the mission!" she grumbled, complaining in a low voice, "I don't want to recuperate at home. Why can't I get better sooner?"

"Don't have such an idea of ​​being brave."

It was rare that Yiyong, who was at home, persuaded her in an educational tone, and the excuses he gave were naturally that the last thing the wounded and sick should do is to use their emotions.

Although Wuyue really wanted to talk to Giyuu more, she didn't want to hear such things.

While listening to Yoshiyuki's nagging, while responding perfunctorily, Wuyue rolled twice on the tatami mat boringly.This movement almost crushed her injured hand, but fortunately she stopped in time, which managed to avoid the unexpected pain.

It seems that rolling is also risky, she should not move.

May lay on the ground, took a soft pillow from the side, and put it under his head.This posture is not easy to raise her head, she can only try to raise her eyes, looking at Yiyong secretly.

Watching him take out the soy sauce senbei from the snack box, and listening to him bite the soy sauce senbei with crackling noises, let alone how greedy Wu Yue is.

She didn't know how many days she had gone without snacks and refreshments.

"Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

A grunt full of resentment and greed entered Giyuu's ears.He swallowed the soy sauce senbei and turned to look at May.Seeing her lying on the ground with envy and displeasure on her face, she somehow felt like a salted fish.

Yiyong couldn't help laughing at this sudden thought, and this laughter made Wuyue even more resentful.

"What are you laughing at..." She muttered, bowed her head angrily, buried her whole head in the pillow, and said dully, "It's not funny, really..."

It seemed that he had accidentally poked her heart.Yiyong quickly suppressed his smile, took a small piece of soy sauce senbei from his hand, handed it to Wuyue, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to eat?"

Mingming Yiyong's tone of voice was the same as usual when he said this, but Wu Yue always felt that his words were full of delusion.

It's like an EX-level devil's whisper!

May slowly raised her face from the pillow.The aroma of soy sauce senbei suddenly penetrated into her heart, making her clenched her lips in disappointment.

"No!" She turned her head away resolutely, and spoke righteously, "It will leave scars if you eat it! I can't eat it!"

"Is that so..."

Yi Yong was somewhat disappointed, and took his hand back.But the more he looked at it, the more he felt that Wuyue was very hungry, so he stretched out his hand again.

"Really don't eat?"

"Well……"

May hesitated.

To tell the truth, she was shaken.

And just when she was feeling restless, she heard Yiyong say to her: "If you only eat a small piece, there shouldn't be any scars."

"This... well, I'll eat it!"

In May, the speed of light turned against him, and he successfully broke the precept under the "temptation" of righteous words.

She climbed up from the tatami, sat down obediently, took the small piece of soy sauce senbei from Yiyong's hand, and ate it in small bites.

This is a rare snack, she should save some of it.

"Please, Mr. Tetsuhara, when will the Japanese knife be completed..."

Suddenly she started talking about it again.

The old swords of his father and elder brother were sent to the swordsmith Tetsuhara Kojiro by Wuyue, and asked him to repair them slightly.

After re-polishing, the color of the blade should be clearly visible.

Thinking of the knife blacksmith, Wu Yue couldn't help laughing—because his expression when he saw the old knife was so funny.

How to describe it?Probably a collection of complex emotions such as horror, sadness, heartache, and disbelief.He couldn't even utter a word, he just stretched out one index finger, pointing tremblingly at the knife in front of him, he kept this look for a long time, then he said tremblingly: "I...my knife... How did it change?"

He accidentally mistook the broken knife for the sun wheel knife he forged for May.If Wuyue hadn't explained to him the origin of the two knives, he would probably have returned to the swordsmith's village in such a terrified state.

"Huh... I really want to get those two knives back quickly." She muttered.

"It will probably take some time."

Yiyong broke another piece of senbei with soy sauce, and gave the smaller half to Wuyue, but this time Wuyue didn't take it, so Yiyong ate it by himself.

"Derusting the knife and recasting the broken knife are both time-consuming projects, and there should be no way to get them recently."

"I know, I'm just talking casually."

She is very patient—just as she is patiently eating small soy sauce crackers now.

But no matter how tenacious her patience, the senbei will always be eaten.Seeing that her hands became empty, Wu Yue suddenly felt a little sad.

"Hmm... so hungry..."

The soy sauce senbei is not at all hungry.

"Another piece?"

"Don't eat!"

Wu Yue vetoed it with righteous words and stood up with the table in his hands.

"I'd better go cook porridge and drink."

Until the wound on her face is completely healed, Qing Porridge will always be her best friend.

She shuffled out the door.As soon as I put on my shoes, I discovered a tricky thing.

"Oops, the shoelaces are unraveled..."

May, who is not used to wearing clogs, usually wears sneakers brought back from Heisei.She always thinks that tying shoelaces is a troublesome job, so she specially tied two knots on the shoelaces, so that she can save the trouble of tying shoelaces.

This lazy method also made it a lot easier for her who had injured her hand.But for some reason, the lace of one shoe suddenly came loose.

"Ah... annoying, annoying..."

She grumbled softly, picking up the laces with the fingers of her right hand.

The left arm was not very easy to move, so she had to put one side of the shoelace on the palm of her left hand, and carefully wound the shoelace into a circle with her right hand.

"Let me do it."

A pair of big hands broke into sight and pulled the shoelaces away.

"Is it enough to tie it into a bow?" Yi Yong asked her.

May was stunned.The distance between her and Yiyong seems a bit too close.

Under this distance, she only needs to lean forward a little bit to get close to the tip of his nose.

His eyes, his face, are all reflected in Wu Yue's heart at this moment.

I wish I could get closer—closer.

"why do not you talk?"

Giyong's words suddenly woke Mayu up.

"No, no, nothing...it's nothing." She shook her head hastily, then nodded again hastily, "That...the bow is fine, please."

Yi Yongfu lowered his head again, didn't say anything, only said "um", and quickly tied his shoelaces.

Then left quickly.

Looking at the beautiful bow on the shoes, Wu Yue's heart felt empty.

Hmm... If she really mustered up the courage to approach Giyu just now, what kind of reaction would he give?Do you get angry, or do you feel nothing at all?

The thought of such a thing made her nervous.

She already knew her own mind very well, and she also knew that one day she would tell Yi Yong to listen to her feelings.

She doesn't like hiding "likes".

But at that time, what kind of reaction will Jiyong have?May doesn't know.She was frightened and dazed, but also vaguely expecting.

She also knew that it was pointless to think now about something that hadn't happened yet.

But she still wants to have hope.

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