Jiang Xue still hasn't fallen

Even if it is in the gap between the worlds, it can't affect the joyful atmosphere of people celebrating the New Year with Token Fusangshen. Even if this kind of New Year, Fusangshen don't know how many times they have passed.

Holding a piece of candy apple in his hand, Weitzman was wearing a white sable fur coat, and the inner liner was also replaced with warm clothes. The original coat and suit had already been taken away by the hard-pressed Hasebe , He walked on the street in style, the clogs on his feet were completely inconsistent with the fully armed warm formation, but they were common shoes in ten thousand houses.

I don't know if the ground under my feet has been taken care of by the staff of the time government all the year round. Even in winter, it is still warm when I step on it. The difference also makes them willing to wear shoes that are not warm like clogs.

He walked slowly on the street, followed by Yakiri Hasebe, Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada, who had come here with him, had already gone straight to the supermarket when he stepped into Wanwu, completely forgetting about the fellow judges and colleagues .

It has to be said that even Weitzman has never seen such a scene. A group of candlesticks are crowded inside the supermarket to snatch the New Year's goods. Sometimes there are a few short knives shuttling through it at their own high speed. Everyone's hands They are holding a bunch of things.

As a nerd who has stayed on the airship for countless years, Weitzman turned his head and walked to a place where there are few people. While feeling that it was too wise to hand over a bank card to the candlestick before, Weizman said: like food Leave it to His Highness Candlestick Kiri, let's go shopping and see what else there is!

Looking back at the crowded supermarket crowd over there several times, Hasebe cut the candlestick and finally let out a long sigh, and quickly followed the pace of the god judge. , also had to take into account that the interrogator was here, and...he recalled the excited expression of the candlestick he had just spotted, and felt that if he intervened, he might get an angry look from the other party.

↑Therefore, a group of guys who didn't have the slightest "compassion to Candlestick Cut" left in the opposite direction.

Weitzman walked on the street for a while, took out some change and bought apple candy for Hasebe and Sayo Zuomoji, and after thinking about it, he added another one for himself. As for Jiang Xuejun?Ah no, looking at Jiang Xuejun's appearance, he doesn't look like someone who can eat this.

Automatically skipping Jiang Xue's left text, he occasionally stopped in front of several shops and selected some items that everyone would like from the information provided by Xiaoye. There was no more room in the bag, so everyone had to carry a bag in their hand.

Seeing Xiao Ye's left text thoughtfully took a shopping bag, Weitzman bent down embarrassedly and rubbed Xiao Ye's head, "Thank you Xiao Ye, I really bought too many things today."

"I'm fine." Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen tightly hugged the shopping bag in his arms, blinked, and tilted his head obediently.

Weitzman smiled, got up and met Jiang Xuezuo's malicious eyes. He froze for a moment, then slowly withdrew his hand, only to feel that the other party's hostility had become less, and put his hand in it dumbfoundingly. From the shopping bag in his hand, he took out two orange candies, tore off the wrapping paper, and fed one candy to Xiaoye Zuowen, "Good boy, this is a reward!"

Xiaoye Zuowen obediently opened his mouth to put the hard candy into his mouth, his eyes lit up, "It tastes like persimmon! Thank you, Master!"

Coughing, Weitzman slowly tore off the wrapping paper of a candy, twirled the candy with his fingers and stretched it out in front of Jiang Xuezuo's text, tilted his head and smiled, "Here, this is a reward for Jiang Xuejun!"

His pupils widened slightly, and Weitzman's gentle smile was reflected in his blue eyes. Jiang Xue paused, feeling that the other party regarded him as a child. He tilted his head slightly and looked to the other side, but he was very cute He poked his head out, hooked his tongue, took the hard candy into his mouth, and said inarticulately, "Thank you."

Weitzman, who saw the other party's awkward expression for the first time, was a little surprised, then smiled, moved his fingers, and still suppressed his urge to touch Jiang Xue's head, and when he turned around, he saw Yakiri Hasebe's pitiful The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, he quickly lowered his head, found another candy, tore off the wrapping paper and fed it to the cutting and cutting department.

Look at Hasebe’s happy appearance after getting “feeding”, and then look at Jiang Xuezuo’s text over there pretending that nothing happened. For some reason, Weizman suddenly felt a kind of “calm down” The palace is going to pity the imperial concubine again", the feeling.

Jiang Xuezuo didn't know that Weizman had already had such a mess of thoughts. The candy in his mouth turned around on the tip of his tongue, and the taste spread in his mouth. It was sweet. He paused and looked down at Xiao Ye. Zuo Wenwen asked in a low voice, "Xiao Ye, do you like this candy?"

"Yeah, the smell of persimmons." Xiao Ye Zuowenzi had already crushed the hard candy and ate it up. He was squinting his eyes to savor the sweet taste. When he heard his brother's question, he nodded obediently.

"That's it..." Jiang Xuezuowenzuo nodded slowly, turned around and went to a shop, took out a light brain from his arms, flashed the phone directly and bought a large bag of persimmon candies, and put them in Xiaoye Zuowenzi's arms. Seeing that Xiao Ye was so happy that she was about to fly, she couldn't help but smiled, and reached out to rub her brother's head for a long time.

Staring at Jiang Xuezuo who had been putting his hand on Xiao Ye's head, Weizman's mouth twitched again, feeling that the other party was like a tiger protecting his food, and he regarded the matter of patting Xiao Ye's head as an exclusive event, and just went to pat his head He was stared at all the time.

Sighing, he felt that this was also an expression of their brotherhood. He didn't pay too much attention to this issue, turned his head and pressed Hasebe and said, "By the way, Foxosuke seems to say that there is a teahouse nearby so you can rest Yes, we can wait there for Your Highness Candlestick Cut."

"Okay, my lord." Yaki Hasebe responded quickly, and then took out a large map from an unknown place, looked at it for a long time, and raised his finger to the right, "The teahouse is in this direction , my lord, please follow me."

As he said that, he walked in that direction with his long "dream" legs, "I've already fixed the location before departure, so I can go directly to rest there."

"You are really caring." Weitzman smiled, seeing that Hasebe's ears were flushed red, he put away his idea of ​​continuing to tease him, and turned to the two brothers Zuo Wenwen following him , "The relationship between Jiang Xuejun and Xiaoye is really very good."

Jiang Xue narrowed her eyes slightly, and said lightly, "There are not many things in the world that can be nostalgic, and what is left is precious."

He looked at the ground, stopped suddenly, reached out and hugged Xiao Ye in his arms, so that he could sit on his arms without taking a walk, "So, if there is anything unfinished, don't you Do it first, don't regret it in the future."

After a pause, Weizman looked at Jiang Xue's back as he left the text and was a little dazed. He bowed his head and was silent for a moment. Then he stepped up and approached Jiang Xue, muttering in a low voice, not knowing what he was doing. Discussing with Jiang Xuezuo, still talking to himself:

"I, actually, have been escaping all this time. Even Lai Honmaru wanted to escape from some real things at first, but in the end I chose to accept and bear them. However, there are so many things in this world, and what I have to face is far away. It’s more than here, I always feel like I don’t have the courage to face it…”

"Someone is waiting for you," Jiang Xuezuo paused, her expression was calm, her eyes looked straight ahead, and she didn't look away because of Weitzman's whisper, "That's enough, isn't it?"

Opening his eyes slightly, Weitzman suddenly became speechless. He lowered his head, a little frustrated, and a little dazed, unable to explain his inner feelings at the moment.

Yes, someone is waiting for me in this world, Lieutenant, he has been waiting for me to go down and face everything, I have escaped so much, I have been evading all the responsibilities in the world, all the burdens are for the Lieutenant I bear it, but I... No matter how much he persuaded me, I still couldn't muster up the courage to go down from the airship, and I was locked in that castle all the time, refusing to take a step.

Think about it, the lieutenant is old too... The photo of the lieutenant sent by the rabbit a long time ago, he is already a person who is about to enter old age, and I still maintain a young appearance, counting, there are dozens Years have passed, unchanged, it really is the same, time seems to never leave me, and my thoughts are as stubborn as ever.

Bits of water quietly appeared in his eyes, and he faintly saw his favorite thing deep in his memory - the photo he took with the lieutenant and his sister, obviously it was a photo decades ago, but it was placed in the room, but There has been no trace of time, as if everything stays in the time full of smiles.

However, apart from the photos, how many people and things besides me have been unable to withstand the polishing of time, and finally returned to dust?

"Don't make him wait too long, don't wait until he dies to regret it." Jiang Xue Zuowen stopped in front of a loft, raised his foot to buy the threshold, and walked to the tables and chairs in the store with the waiter who led the way. Put down Xiaoye Zuowen, rubbed his head, and led him to sit on the seat.

Weitzman pursed his lips and took a step forward, but tripped over the threshold he didn't notice at all, tilted his body, and almost fell, but was fortunately supported by Hasebe, who gave a wry smile, and raised his head to thank him, "Thank you, I was thinking about something just now, and I didn't notice it at all."

"My lord, please be more careful." Yaki Hasebe asked helplessly, "Jiang Xuejun and Xiaoye have already taken their seats, shall we go too?"

"Ah? Okay." Weitzman responded with a smile, stepped over the threshold and walked to his seat, his eyes swept over the objects in the store. Obviously, compared with the Japanese-style houses with more ten thousand houses, this attic is more important. It seems to be more Western-style, some short knives are playing and playing in the open space, and it is hard to tell who is who, and who is brought by which god-inspector, and the god-inspectors are sitting in front of the tables, Occasionally, people walked back and forth and communicated with each other. Some tea lovers gathered together to discuss the tea ceremony, and the atmosphere was warm and everyday.

"Jiang Xuejun, thank you." Weizman stretched out his hand to take the tea handed over by Jiang Xuezuo's words, smiled slightly, and didn't know which aspect he was thanking for, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay." Jiang Xue Zuowen shook his head, lowered his head and put the tea in front of Xiaoye Zuowen, and took away the big bag of candy in front of him, and told him, "Don't eat too much sugar in a day, it's not good for your teeth. , and the tea is a bit hot, blow on it before drinking."

"Who is that god judge? I don't think I've seen it before?"

"Jiang Xuejun actually handed him tea, that's a little public opinion!"

"Yes, yes, he is really a powerful judge."

The judges around turned their gazes over because of Jiang Xuezuo's words, and after looking at Weitzman carefully, the gathered people began to discuss.

Weitzman smiled helplessly, remembering that when Yue Zongjin took him outside and handed him tea three days ago, the god judges around him also looked like a group of ghosts, maybe our grandpas in Honmaru were all a group An existence that is too amiable and does not need to be taken care of by anyone?

He looked down at the menu, asked Jiang Xue and the others for their opinions, ordered a few pastries, then reached out and clicked the button on the desktop to make the empty screen disappear.

Hasebe looked at the screen for a few seconds, then looked at Weitzman's movements, opened his mouth, and asked curiously, "My lord, since there are so many high-tech things out there, even Jiang Xuejun just now It’s all paid with optical brains, so why did Foxnosuke give us a bank card?”

"Well, probably Wanwu's supermarket is more convenient to use a bank card?" Weitzman thought for a while, but he didn't answer with certainty, "However, it's true that all brains are being used outside."

"Hahaha... This is because bank cards are cheaper than optical brains. Some Honmaru have not been able to popularize optical brains to all employees. Naturally, bank cards can be used by everyone." There was a girl. Leaning closer, she showed a bright smile, and her lively temperament couldn't be suppressed even in a priestess costume.

She answered this question with a smile, pulled a chair and sat beside Weitzman without any surprise, saw Hasebe, who was cutting, got up and drew his knife vigilantly, waved her hand, and turned her head to give way to him. The candlestick behind him, Qie Guangzhong, also put away his sword, "Please don't get me wrong, I'm just here to chat. Look, don't everyone in this store often get together to chat?"

"Don't get excited." Weitzman gave Hasebe a look, gesturing him to sit down obediently, then turned his head and smiled at the girl, "Thank you for answering the question just now, may I ask you..."

"Ah, you can just call me Moss." Sakurai touched his head, with a bright smile on his face, and glanced at Jiang Xuezuo and Xiao Yezuo who were indifferent to him coming over there, "What do you call me?" Woolen cloth?"

"I'm Baiyin, nice to meet you." Weizman told the other party his code name, shook hands with Sakurai, the two looked at each other and smiled, and the atmosphere was harmonious. He blinked and signaled, "You You probably want to ask me something? You have been looking at Jiang Xuejun."

"Ah, I was spotted," Sakurai smiled and touched his head without feeling any embarrassment at all, and then asked openly, "I would like to ask if Jiang Xuejun in your Honmaru is a little... well, I mean It's different from other Jiang Xuejun."

"Huh? Different?" Weitzman turned his head and looked at Jiang Xuezuo's writing. He didn't think there was anything wrong with the other party, and looked back at Sakurai blankly, "Can you explain it more clearly?"

As a god judge who came to Honmaru, he saw Jiang Xue’s left characters like this. He had never seen Jiang Xue’s past appearance, and he didn’t realize that Jiang Xue’s appearance in Honmaru was like this. Is it different from others.

"Many are different!" Sakurai bit his lower lip, and then counted it carefully for Weitzman, "Jiang Xue's hair is loose, but yours has curly hair, and the face The expression on his knife handle is quite long, and even the color of sea blue on his body is a little different."

"Is that so?" Weitzman blinked, glanced blankly at Jiang Xuezuo's words, saw his indifferent appearance, and silently looked back, "I'm not very clear, I'm new God judge, Jiang Xuejun looked like this when he came to Honmaru."

"Are you new?" Sakurai was silent for a moment, and then put the question to the back, "So that's the case, then it seems that Baiyin doesn't know why Jiang Xuejun looks like this."

"What's the matter? Is there something wrong with Jiang Xuejun's appearance?" Weitzman asked a little nervously, "I'm new to this post, and I don't understand many things very well. If there is any problem, can you tell me?"

"Ah, actually, I think your Jiang Xue seems to be depolarized, after all, the Government of Time has not released the map of Taidao polarization, but, looking at your Jiang Xue left text, I always feel that there is something I missed it," Sakurai lay on the table, without any girlish image, raised her hand and beat the table in distress.

"You don't know, Jiang Xuejun is really a little publicity! I want him to play but I am afraid that he will commit suicide. Usually when I see him, I unconsciously get nervous. I don't want him to be affected by me, so I keep pretending and use Ji Jun In the state of being a big sister to enlighten him, but it is of no use, so I wonder if polarization can make him open up a little bit."

"Is that so?" Weizman paused, and found that all the characters in Jiang Xuezuo in the pills seemed to be patients with mental illness. Sure enough, Benling himself was like that, and the division of spirits would go astray?

He took a peek at Jiang Xuezuo's text, and whispered to Sakurai, "I think you can let him spend more time with his younger brothers. In my Honmaru, Jiang Xuejun and Zongsan Xiaoye will smile when they are together. , a very, very sincere smile."

"Eh? But Sosan and Saya also look like they're about to commit suicide." Sakurai tilted his head in doubt, "Are you sure the three brothers won't commit suicide even more when they're together?"

"Why do you always think that they are going to commit suicide? You keep talking about it. Wouldn't spiritual power affect their emotions more? It would lead them to commit suicide? Besides, they have all lived for nearly a thousand years, so it's okay to commit suicide. I'll wait until now." Weitzman said in a low voice, spreading his hands helplessly.

"Eh? Is that so?" Sakurai looked up blankly, pointing at herself, "Could it be my fault?"

"I think there is a little indirect reason," Weizman said solemnly, "spiritual power is the medium through which the judges and Fusangshen are connected, your emotions will naturally affect your own spiritual power, and spiritual power Sending it to Jiang Xuejun will also affect Jiang Xuejun."

"Is that so? Then I need to see a psychiatrist." Sakurai sat up straight, listened carefully to Weitzman's opinion, and thought about it as if it had something to do with it.

"Wait, why don't you go to see a psychiatrist?" Weitzman paused, a little flustered, could he have said a few casual words to cause such a situation?

"Eh? Actually, he's not really a psychiatrist. Sanriyue-kun has always been the psychiatrist in our Honmaru, and he's a very, very amiable grandfather." Sakurai raised his head and smiled, "It's just that our Honmaru is a bit poor. I can’t afford the expensive tea fee to buy more good tea for my grandpa, but I really feel wronged for these old people.”

She clenched her fists, made a gesture of encouragement, and said seriously, "But it doesn't matter, we have just started in this pill, everything has to be accumulated, and the days to come will get better and better!"

"I will definitely, I believe Ms. Sakurai and your Fusangshen partners can do it." Weitzman smiled and sent his blessings. Seeing the other party's high-spirited appearance, he suddenly said "old" I feel that the Honmaru I took over is the Honmaru that has accumulated countless resources before. Compared with Sakurai who still needs to work hard for the resources of the Honmaru, I am really much luckier.

"Ji Jun?"

A familiar voice came, and Weitzman turned his head to look, and found a man who looked [-] to [-]% similar to Jiang Xue walking. According to Sakurai's description just now, this man probably It's "normal" Jiang Xuezuo's writing.

Sakurai suddenly restrained her emotions, raised her sleeves slightly, brushed her fingers over the clothes, and quietly smoothed out the folds on the top, smiled gracefully, looking dignified and elegant, with her long sleeves half covering her face, she called softly, "Ani Tuofo, Jiang Xuejun, you are here..."

"Anituofo, Ji Jun, it's time to return to the Honmaru." This Jiang Xue left the text and skipped Weitzman and the others, turning the beads in his hand, and whispered.

He stretched out his right hand so that Sakurai could stand up with one hand on his own, then slowly retracted his hand, and stopped diagonally behind Sakurai. Ben Ling bowed his head to say hello without any trace, and then looked back as if nothing had happened.

Sakurai seemed to be a different person, and subconsciously put away her rabbit-like appearance in front of Jiang Xuezuo's words, revealing the gentle and elegant appearance of Ji Jun. She bowed slightly to Weitzman and saluted, saying: Saying goodbye, "Mr. Baiyin, it is really a blessing to meet you today, and I hope to see you again in the future."

"Ah, Miss Sakurai, goodbye." Weitzman opened his mouth, waved his hand dryly, watched Sakurai leave, and recalled her amazing temperament change, she still put away the candlestick when she cut it. She was so open that she could even beat the table in front of her. When Jiang Xue Zuo wrote, her whole person changed, "Sakurai is so nervous that even her personality has changed."

"I think it's because I care too much that I unconsciously show such a perfect Ji-jun?" Hasebe said in a low voice, and then added tea to Weitzman, "My lord, Your Highness Candlestick Kiri said that he Because I have too many things on hand, I will go back to Honmaru first."

"Eh? Is that so?" Weitzman picked up his teacup and took a sip, "Okay, let's continue to sit here and wait for Foxunosuke, it seems to have something to do, just sent a message saying that it will come Find us."