I, Dayan of the senior department, never dies

It's not bad to get a name.

pity……

"gentlemen……"

"gentlemen……"

"gentlemen……"

It's just this mouth, it's too noisy.

Forget it, no matter what his name is, just call him a kid, it's such a noisy punishment.

But... She didn't choose to leave when she was unconscious...

not bad.

"Sir, it looks like we won't be able to touch the town today."

The painter raised his head slightly, the translucent clouds became dark and heavy, and the wind was a bit cold, as if it was going to rain.

trouble.

"Sir, it's raining!"

As soon as the thoughts in my heart rose, the rain fell.

The rain is as thin as a cow's hair, but it is numerous and rapid. If you don't find a place to hide from the rain, you will get wet soon.

It will be even more troublesome if you catch cold or get sick in the wild with no villages or shops in front of you.

"Sir! Umbrella!"

The rain was cut off, and the light yellow oil-paper umbrella was faintly visible in the corner of the eye.

"Sir, let's go under that tree for shelter from the rain."

The little ghost pointed to a leafy tree not far ahead and shouted.

The old trees are luxuriant, the rain falls along the leaf crowns, and the crowns are still dry.

That place looks like a good place to hide from the rain.

An ordinary traveler would definitely run there immediately to hide from the rain.

But she is no ordinary person.

The painter raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

I haven't had many chances to open this kid's eyes, this time I will show him what kind of a strange person he is calling her Mr.

The painter picked up a brush and used rain as ink to outline a lifelike house in just a few strokes.

The painting is in the air, solidified but not scattered.Then it was twisted into reality by an inexplicable force.

A real hut appeared out of thin air, and the rainwater dripped down the roof tiles and hit the ground, splashing little splashes.

"Sir... so amazing!"

The little ghost was really shocked, and exclaimed in surprise.

The painter nodded slightly, then walked towards the house.

Going back to the third rain is hazy, and the closeness can be seen

The rain gradually became heavier, and the sound of splashing water was transmitted into the house through the windows.

The painter sat on the painted bed, listening to the rain while watching the busy day.

"Sir, you are really amazing. You actually drew rice that is really edible."

"Firewood is also really good wood to burn."

"Oh~! You can even drink water! It's so sweet!"

The kid's praise kept ringing out. Although the artist didn't say anything, the slightly wagging tail showed her good mood.

"Cha~"

The warm bright orange light flickered, accompanied by the pleasant sound of burning wood, and the day panted and put the small pot containing water and rice on the fire.

"Carrot porridge~...carrot porridge~..."

Wash the carrots dug out of the soil not long ago, put them on the chopping board, and start chopping vegetables with a knife during the day.

Dice the fresh carrots, along with the unexpected, blanched broccoli, and mix them into the boiled rice porridge.

During the day, he took out a small wooden box from his all-purpose box, opened it, and there were seven or eight pieces of rock candy in it.Take out two and put them into the porridge and stir gently, waiting for the rock sugar to melt to add some sweetness to the porridge.

The artist lay down on the small table on the bed to paint the rain.

A good rain moistens everything.

While the rain brings poetry, it also brings a little chill.

Behind the cold, there is a touch of loneliness.

Yes, I am not a "person" after all, and after all...

"Sir, eat some porridge to warm up your body. It's a bit cold today. If you get sick, your body won't get better."

The rare self-deprecation was broken by the kid just like that, the artist glanced at him lightly.

"I've tried the temperature, and it's just right. Try it quickly. I'll go and prepare hot water for you to wash."

There was a slightly hot feeling in the palm of the hand, and the painter lowered his head, looking at the bowl and porridge.

The bowl is a wooden bowl. I don't know how the little devil took out the bowl that was brought in the house... She probably drew these subconsciously.

The porridge looks very good, with orange-red diced carrots mixed with white and tender rice grains, and emerald green broccoli as an accompaniment. You can smell the tempting aroma when you sniff your nose gently.

It was like this again, the kid just made a decision for her on his own, regardless of whether she wanted it or not.

The slender fingers held the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of rice porridge, and took a sip.

Porridge is good.

A bowl of porridge was counted into her stomach, and the sweet taste made her mouth water.

"Sir, have another bowl."

Hearing the sound of a bowl falling on the table during the day when the water was boiling, he immediately walked over quickly to prepare another bowl.

"No need, you can do things yourself."

The painter raised his hand to stop him. Even if all this porridge was given to her, she would not be able to fill her stomach, but this brat has been eating hard dry food recently, so it is better to leave this porridge for him to nourish his stomach.

"Is it not to your liking?"

The little ghost seemed to be unable to understand her painstaking efforts, and instead showed that attitude of self-blame.

"I just ate those few fish at noon, how can I eat more at this time?"

Angrily, the painter hit his head with the pen again.

"Oh... hey."

Rubbing the knocked forehead, the other party smiled innocently, then took the bowl away and left.

After a while, he came back with several things.

"Sir, toothbrush kits, tooth powder, and towels are ready for washing, and the water is also prepared. It is warm water."

"..."

The artist looked at the pile of things in front of him and drew a heavy stroke on the painting with some worry.

It's so annoying, she is not an ordinary person.As an official fairy who has been pardoned, although he can't be as exaggerated as the creation of the world, he still has the ability to keep himself clean, so there is no need for these vulgar things.

but……

"Sir, sir..."

This brat...was also painstaking, and he didn't know her identity.

"This is mint tooth powder, sir, and this one is green tea. Which one would you like to use?"

"Mint."

She didn't want to try the strange taste of green tea again.

Tea is just for drinking, so it’s nothing to add it to other things.

Picking up the toothbrush covered in tooth powder, taking a sip of warm water to rinse the mouth, the artist began to clean the mouth.

Then wash your face and hair.

The painter suddenly felt that he should not paint such a well-equipped house just to hold cups.The little ghost found Qihuo's belongings, and he was only willing to give up if he wished to wash her for nothing.

But one thing to say, the kid's shampooing skills are still worth enjoying.

His fingers slid through the hair, rubbed and washed it with gentle skill, and the faint scent of jasmine floated to the tip of his nose, elegant and sweet.

Thinking about it, if it was uncomfortable, she would have killed this daring brat long ago, so how could he have the opportunity to overwhelm him again and again.

And...as a follower, shouldn't he take care of the people he serves in an orderly manner?

The painter had some understanding of why those relatives and friends joined the imperial court.

Being served by others like this, how can you not enjoy it comfortably?

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Gently wiped off the water droplets on the long hair like ink, tied them together with a string, the painter straightened up, watched Bai Tian who ran to the door to pour water, and then silently took off his shoes and placed them on the ground.

The white feet were immersed in the water basin, and the slightly scalding hot water made people feel comfortable and could not help but let out a sigh.

During the day, he took a small bench and sat opposite the painter, earnestly doing his own massage work.

The little ghost's hands are very soft, it's strange that he doesn't have calluses in his hands even though he is so proficient in serving others.

How long has he been with him?

How many months?Or is it vintage?

The painter looked at him, feeling as if he was picked up only yesterday.

His words and deeds, likes and dislikes are all carefully remembered by him, but he has no intention of knowing him... No, it is not so much that he is not interested in him, it is better to say that he is like a person who knows everything. Like an acquaintance, I don't want to get to know each other anymore.

strangeness.

When the painter's mind was full of thoughts, Bai Zhou, who had kept his head down, suddenly raised his face to look at her and said a strange sentence.

"Mister's jio is so pretty."

"Σ(???ノ)ノ"

Well, what did this brat say!

The painter twitched his legs, trying to lift his feet from the water basin.

Just do your thing well as usual, why do you say such strange things this time!

"Like the piece of emerald jade I saw in Liuquan Town last time... No, the horn of the gentleman is more beautiful than that piece of emerald jade."

Oh, it turned out to be this corner.

The painter took the pen and tapped his head while he was staring at him puzzled.

"Hey, my horns don't look good at all, they don't have such a bright luster, they don't have a beautiful curvature, and one of them is broken... sir?"

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I hit him on the head again, his face was full of confusion.Maybe it was knocked by me for some reason.

Humph, this stupid kid.

But it's rare for me to be interested, so it's not impossible to take the opportunity to enlighten him.

I straightened my face and seriously persuaded him:

"There is no inherently ugly thing in this world...everything has its unique beauty..."

I'm not as eloquent as those guys, and I can't think of any nice words, I can only tell him not to hate himself...

Heh, I also advise others not to give up on themselves... When will I be able to face myself?