imperial psychologist

Chapter 731

"I saw suitable wood in their military division's tent, so I ordered some, and asked Master Wu from the next tent to sharpen a pair of chopsticks and a rice spoon." Bo Ling rewrapped the small chopsticks again, "Wait for the baby If she gets older, auntie will teach her to use chopsticks."

"Hey." The woman holding the child nodded repeatedly.

The few people standing in the tent were speechless for a moment. After leaving the country, such a pair of chopsticks is enough to evoke homesickness.

"Then I'm leaving." Bai Ling said softly, seeing the child in the woman's arms smiling at herself, she also jumped up, smiling and stroking the child's head, "Grow up safely."

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By the time Bo Ling returned to his tent, it was already more than an hour later.

"Why have you been here for so long?" People gathered around, "Did something happen?"

"No, no." Bo Ling shook his head calmly, "It's just been dragged by Aunt Zhang to talk for a while, and I didn't pay attention for a while, it's only been so long."

The girl sleeping on the left side of Boling lowered her head and laughed, "Aunt Wu on the opposite side has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Wait for me?" Bo Ling looked at his companion with some doubts, "What's wrong?"

The girl took out a bracelet from her sleeve, "You gave this bracelet to Aunt Wu's family Qingqing in the afternoon, right? As soon as the little girl went back, she was found with a pair of bracelets on her wrists... This thing is too expensive, so Aunt Wu I came here to send it back in person at night, I wanted to thank you in person, but you never came back..."

"What's so precious..." Bo Ling lowered his eyes and smiled, "It's rare that Qingqing likes it."

"Why are you so generous?" The girl hid the bracelets behind her back, "Then give me these pair of bracelets."

"Okay." Bo Ling nodded, then took off his robe as usual, walked back to his straw mat and untied his hair.

The girl holding the bracelet was taken aback for a moment, and then she also sat next to Bai Ling.

"Berling?" she called out tentatively.

"Huh?" Bo Ling was still combing his hair sideways.

"Where's your cowhide mat?" The girl whispered, "If Aunt Wu hadn't come to ask you where you slept this afternoon, I wouldn't have noticed that the cowhide mat on your straw mat was missing..."

"I gave it to Uncle Wang the day before yesterday." Bai Ling quickly replied, "Hasn't his legs and feet been bad since winter, so he can just sew a knee pad so that his knees won't be too cold when he goes out to work during the day. "

The girl laughed again, and then put the pair of silver bracelets back on the dress under Bai Ling's waist.

"You are too kind, why don't you feel bad at all when you send everything out?"

"...It wasn't mine in the first place." Bo Ling said softly.

"Why isn't it yours?" The girl moved closer, took the comb from Bai Ling's hand, and gently straightened her back, "Let me help you."

Bo Ling didn't refuse, turned around and showed her back to the girl, who gently combed her hair, and Bo Ling closed her eyes. The days of living together.

"You don't have to do this." The girl suddenly said, "It's Sister Hehua's fault for telling about the tattoo on your collarbone, and she herself is very guilty, because there are so many gossips behind you chewing the root of your tongue, but Such people don't pay attention to her, and none of us take their words."

Bo Ling didn't understand it for a while, but he came back to it after a while.

She reached out and touched the tattoo under her left shoulder... These days, she almost forgot about the tattoo here.

"Even if you were in the backdoor business when you were in Pingjing, is there anyone who is more noble here?" the girl whispered, "If they want to chew your tongue, don't try to take your money." Good... We talked to several people in the tent, and everyone is on your side. Before they apologized, we didn't have any subsidies for food and use. Those wicked women have already shut up...

"We thought it would dirty your ears when we said these things, so we never told you about it," the girl used a hair tie to braid her hair behind Bai Ling, "it's hard for you to go to that military adviser from time to time. run there..."

Before the words finished, Bo Ling reached out and pressed the hand she put on his shoulder.

"You have misunderstood." Bo Ling said softly, "I gave these things, not because I think my status is trying to please someone..."

"You don't have low status and you don't have to please anyone!" The girl had already retorted, "If anyone dares to think of you like this, none of us will agree!"

"Give it away because I don't think I need it." Bo Ling's voice was as steady as before, "The leather upholstery, the silver bracelet, the wood of wenge... It's useless for me to hold it."

"Okay, okay, you don't need it." The girl sighed, then turned around and took out something from under her pillow, "But you have to accept this purse."

As she said, she put the purse in front of Bai Ling.

The navy blue purse was very delicately made, and it was difficult for the person who sewed it to twist out such a beautiful tassel lace when everything was lacking.

"This is left behind when Aunt Wu came over to return the bracelet in the afternoon, and I must hand it over to you." The girl said softly, "Aunt Wu said that she is not familiar with the place of life here at the moment, and has heard of Jin Ren." There are a lot of people in the big camp, and when we officially settle down, she will try her best to help you find a good marriage."

Bo Ling held the purse in his right hand, and the reverse side of the purse was embroidered with a marriage tree with red thread. Under the tree was an old man, probably the god of marriage.

Her fingers gently stroked the navy blue flannelette, she nodded without making a sound.

Then the girl said many words of comfort and encouragement, but Bo Ling was no longer listening.

This is certainly a good intention.

After all, after this New Year's Eve, she will be nineteen next year.

The 19-year-old unmarried girl is quite suitable for the status of a brothel woman-after all, the latter perfectly explains the reason for not marrying as a woman.

This conversation tonight made Bo Ling unexpectedly discover several new identities in the eyes of these fellow travelers. These newly affixed labels and prejudices failed to stir up any waves in her heart, which is really strange...

She stood in the middle of the crowd, like a bystander.

Because what I want is as high and far away as the stars, so that the people around me have become irrelevant, so I am neither indignant by those malicious slanders, nor moved by these sincere cares.

Perhaps on that night when I heard the lament of the undead, I had already been completely shattered, no... In fact, I have been shattered many times, but every time there is a new hope, and the new hope sticks them together. combine.

Like a donkey whose vision is blocked, she can only eagerly stare at the carrot hanging in front of her eyes. She has grown tired of this painful fate as many times as she has climbed out of the mud.

Now she didn't want to have any hope.

"Despair." In the darkness, Bo Ling stretched out his finger towards the zenith, "Despair means human will."

(End of this chapter)