Candy Wizard and Travel

"Irena still likes... acting like a baby. You know, I'm quite stupid in terms of interpersonal relationships. I didn't know what I said a few times to make her unhappy, and sometimes I made her laugh inexplicably. It's really complicated and sad... You probably I think so too, but the teacher should be able to handle it better than me. I am stupid and you are lazy.

Shaye, I call her junior sister. Both you and Teacher Sheila have been to the East, where seniority is more important. I like things that are rigid and orderly...of course I like them very flexible. Let it be rotten and troublesome. Let it rot with the bones.

All in all, I had a great time getting along with Saya, and I temporarily entrusted my hat to her.

It's a bit disrespectful to say, this child looks like a puppy, well, a puppy, and Irena is a bigger cat, just like when she turned into a cat, a puppy can't beat a cat, and they can't get along with each other. It's quite interesting, it would be better if it didn't affect me. "

He also talked about some interesting things between the two of them, Shaye's previous situation and mental journey, his thoughts on Uncle Shira's education methods, and his helplessness in realizing that he was probably working for his uncle in vain.

"I hope she won't become Irena. There is no sign of this yet."

Xidi looked back at the bed, and there was an extra pillow. It was left by Shaye before. What a careless child. Return it to her after writing the letter. It's still early before going to bed. She may be reading the magic book.

At this time, three or four pages had been written on the letter paper. The textured papers were stacked together, giving a pleasant heaviness.

Xi Di still followed the habit of writing with quill pens, spreading them out and waiting for the ink to dry to prevent the handwriting from sticking together.

Finally comes his favorite part, insights about country and landscape.

Teacher Fran, she must have been to this country before. I wonder what the country of magicians looked like in her eyes at that time, and what does the teacher think of this country that she has had impressions of?Are there any differences between now and the past, and are their views consistent...

Just thinking about him stepping onto the place where Fran had walked, there was a strange feeling lingering in his heart.

These are all topics, and we probably couldn’t finish them in about three days and three nights after we met.

"...To sum up, I don't like this country very much, but it is undeniable that it is attractive to people who long for magic. A country full of magicians, with brooms flying in the sky and magical plants clinging to everywhere, is still a bit... The magician's romance, if the teacher is planning to travel, we can take a look at it together then."

His wrists were already a little sore. He didn't have a good physical condition, so he already felt his forearms were slightly sore at this moment. He hadn't written so many words for a long time, so he would probably be sore tomorrow.

She almost finished writing her inner words, and Xidi pressed blessings and expectations at the end.

"It's about mid-April now, and the plains and mountains in the distance are lush and green. The trees in Celestilia are already in full bloom. It will still be cold on rainy days, so please keep warm and don't catch a cold.

I hope everything is well, teacher, take care, and finally——"

"I love you."

The handwriting was too twisted and the fingers were trembling.

A blush appeared on Xidi's face, and she resisted the urge to erase the last line of words. She filled the letters into envelopes, sealed them in a serious manner, affixed them with local stamps, and stuffed them into the half-filled small wooden box. good.

If it were face to face, he could easily say it, but writing it down makes him feel particularly ashamed.

This shame should be well preserved in the last line.

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Fran is also writing.

Her junior sister, the semi-officer traveler Sheila, sat across from the desk, her boots-covered feet crossed and her heels pressed against the edge of the table, looking very arrogant.

Fran was used to Junior Sister's temper, so she turned a blind eye and frowned at the paper.

Looking here, the witch from the association couldn't help but sigh.

Just as the senior sister understands her, Sheila and Fran have been friends for many years, so she can naturally know what she is thinking, worrying about the documents?Impossible, there is absolutely no reason for such a world line to exist.

After thinking for a moment, Silla said firmly, "It was written to the child."

After all, her relationship with Xidi is also very wonderful. They met quite early. Her firm and flexible temperament appeals to her, but unfortunately she has been cut off a long time ago.

Now she also has a formal disciple. Saya's younger sister Mina is an overly serious child. She has a good talent for magic, but lacks spirituality and doesn't know how to adapt. However, she will grow up to be the mainstay of the association in the future.

But this didn't stop her from continuing to covet other people's disciples. When she thought about someone who still couldn't pass the exam, she felt so worried that she wanted to smoke.

"Um……"

Fran responded and continued to bite the penholder.

It was also a pen, and it was a gift from Correa Noel. In fact, she bought a bunch of things when she was ill and didn't need them, so she gave them away.

"Write letters. I feel that young people nowadays rarely write letters. They can't finish talking when we meet, but they feel like they are dead after we leave." Sheila held a cigarette in her hands and sniffed lightly in front of her nose, enjoying herself. "I want you to finish writing." Can you help me send it over? That guy can handle a branch's commission by himself. He's running around all over the continent, so it's hard to find him."

"No, I won't send it."

Fran frowned, and finally raised her head and began to write, drink tea, and stop writing. Inspiration will come sooner or later, and I will write when it comes.

It's just that her inspiration is quite special and usually comes when she's sleeping, so there's nothing she can do about it.

"Don't send it? Are you just writing it for fun?"

"I agreed with him that we will exchange letters when we come back." For some reason, she felt much better. She looked out the window with her face raised, "But I haven't written much yet. Given his character, he probably has." I’ve written a lot, maybe I won’t be able to finish it all in one night, and then he will finish it all in a while… It’s so embarrassing…”

Fingers tangled in her hair and turned around, Fran felt that her mood was as twisted as this strand of hair.

How could Sheila understand this? She hesitated and took off her hat.

"Tsk, that's quite romantic."

Her old friend claimed to be insulated from love, but Sheila was made of a love insulator.

It’s not like you can’t get in touch with men.

The association also has immature interns who long for mature witches. She sometimes needs to give lectures, and the effect is remarkable every time. After one session, those ignorant young people have matured a lot. They call her brothers and share cigarettes in front of the toilet. , if it weren’t for the different genders, I’d probably have to follow up.

Although she doesn't care about love either.

Now I look at my old friend who is addicted to love... No, I feel like "addicted" is something bad, or in other words, falling in love?Falling in doesn’t sound good either.

In fact, it's almost the same. Captured by the gentle nest that the child weaves day after day, the two of them live in it, unilaterally isolated from the world.

About ten years ago, when she saw the child in this office, she had a vague premonition, but she didn't expect Fran, a silly fish, to go around until he was finally caught a few years ago.

Looking at such old friends, I can clearly feel a long-lost but familiar sense of distance. In the past, when the younger generations of the association got married and had children - some of them were unable to have children, they also felt this way, but it was not as clear as this.

This is a gap that only those close enough can feel.

In the end, Sheila couldn't help but light up the cigarette given by Xidi and exhaled a puff of light blue mist.

"What do you plan to do in the future? When will you get married, when will you have children, whether you will be a magician in the future... have you considered these things?"

"Ah?" Fran showed a reluctant expression and shook her hand, "We can talk about the future later. I never think about things that far away."

Just like ten years ago, she would never have thought that she would fall in love now. Fran is full of expectations for the future, but she is also unable to think, and expects every day to be a surprise.

"There are some things that need to be considered. I don't want to talk about detailed planning. If you have a general impression, you won't panic."

After taking two puffs on a cigarette, Sheila bit down on the remaining half and was reluctant to smoke any more. She sniffed the smoke and lamented that her senior sister had become more and more lazy as she lived. She thought she was also a serious and rigid guy back then, which was annoying. , as a result, now they seem to have been swapped. Except that she doesn't like to smoke, doesn't swear, and has a better temper, this guy's attitude is just like her past self.

Suddenly I remembered that when the master started traveling, the child was just born, and it has been exactly 20 years now. In this way, I have known Fran for nearly seventeen or eight years. So many people I have met long ago have gone round and round again. Come together.

It was so fast, it felt like it came over in a blink of an eye.

Sheila was in a daze, thinking about her disciples. Now is the time for them to be active. In more than ten years, she doesn't know what they will look like after settling down.

"cut."

She snorted in displeasure, took out a cheap cigarette, lit three of them at once, and took a long drag——

"Cough, cough, cough!"

She choked to death, but the boring mood just now has passed. She is still young, and it will not be too late to think about this kind of thing again in 20 years.

Fran seems a bit younger, has no plans for the future, is full of expectations and enthusiasm, and has the aura of youthful love lingering around her... It's really unpleasant.

Fran, who was still worried about writing a letter, had no idea how many times her junior sister's thoughts were spinning in such a short period of time. She held a pen in her hand and subconsciously started spinning it like a wand while thinking.

In the end, he was covered in ink.

"Ahhhh..." Fran didn't even care about the ink on her face and pressed it directly on the letter paper, "I can't think of it, huh? Wait a minute."

She suddenly raised her face, pulled off the letter paper stuck to her face with ink, and looked at the strange marks on it. She drew a circle around the stain with her pen, highlighted the mark, and then wrote next to it:

“A certain day of a certain year and a certain month.

Just as I was about to write a letter, Sheila came to visit me. My mood was ups and downs, and I couldn't express my feelings in words. When I was depressed, I turned my pen and dumped the ink on my face, leaving a mark as a souvenir.

I'm thinking about you, but I don't know how to express it. I wonder if Xiao Xidi has ever had such a moment. "

Fran writes letters much more casually, she doesn't even prepare the letter paper specially, and the envelopes are also in a stack of copper coins. As her experience increases, she doesn't care so much about the insignificant packaging. Dongfang said, "The war rages for three months, and the letters from home arrive." "Ten thousand gold", it doesn't matter whether this book is on straw paper or rice paper, what is worth a thousand gold can only be the affection separated by time and space.

Her life had no ups and downs, so most of her previous letters had the same content. They were thin pieces of paper with straw paper and letter paper. She even had a whim during a meal and wrote it on a napkin with sauce and dried it. The envelope was posted.

"It's written! Let's go on a trip after I take care of things here."

"I'm not in a hurry. Are you just going to write these few sentences?" Silla glanced at her, changed her position with her crossed legs, and continued to smoke comfortably.

"Well, that's enough."

Fran smiled and took out the envelope and sealed it. The length didn't matter, as long as the mood during this period could be conveyed.

"So how many did you write in total?"

"I don't know the exact quantity."

Opening the drawer, it was filled with envelopes like this. A few fell to the floor. Fran picked them up and closed the drawer indifferently.

"Okay, let's go."

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six months later.

It had been a long time since she left the country of magicians. At first, Irena was still clamoring to go with him. After about two weeks of traveling together, the child continued her journey.

——Because she was too comfortable, Irena was worried that she would really become a useless person if she continued. She couldn't give up her dream and her senior brother. For the time being, she couldn't have both, so she had to leave with confusion and expectation. Wait. The next chance encounter.

In fact, Xidi didn't really hate or resist getting along with Irena - because apart from the teacher, this junior sister was the closest person in his life. He reflected on it afterwards and thought about whether there was something wrong with his attitude and what misunderstanding he had conveyed. .

In the end, I still couldn't figure it out. Maybe it was at the beginning that his interpersonal module was broken.

There are only three modes when getting along: stranger, transition, and acquaintance, which correspond to indifferent politeness, gentler politeness, and intimacy. The boundaries of the "transition" zone are blurred. If you get along for a long time, you will adjust someone in your heart. When it comes to acquaintances, it's hard to grasp the distance. When he was in college, students often thought he had a mysterious attitude, so that's probably it.

Well, Xidi-san is unpredictable.

By the way, Teacher Fran is an exception. She is an exceptional level. Irena is considered an acquaintance with full experience points. She is on par with Master Mal, Estelle, and Serena. Further down, his lagging processor is no longer there. The methods are different.

Normal people should not be like this.

It was a headache to deal with, so Xidi tried to avoid unnecessary contact with people during his recent travels. Unknowingly, when he arrived at this unnamed town, he couldn't even find the direction of the country of magicians. .

After resting in the hotel for a night, Hidi found a cafe that also sold breakfast. She sat under an umbrella outside and cut the cake and stuffed it into her mouth when she saw the newspaper in the hand of the man next to her who was also dressed as a traveler.

"Sir, may I ask which newspaper you have?"

"Oh, it's the association's monthly newspaper. I bought it at the door of the bookstore over there. It seems to be an issue a few months ago."

"Thank you."

Xidi waved her magic wand, and a few copper coins flew over and fell. The wind carried a similar newspaper flying towards them.

He immediately looked at the page in the center, and sure enough, he was right.

Those were photos of the winners of the apprentice witches in the association's key examination areas. It was not a particularly important thing. They happened every month, so the lower-cost black and white static pictures were used.

The girl's hair color and eyes are a little blurry, but her childish face is quite clear, and she has a bright smile. The most conspicuous thing is the platycodon flower on her chest and the hat with a candy pattern on her head.

The feeling of nostalgia came to mind. Xidi picked up the coffee with a lot of sugar in one hand and drank it slowly, while holding the newspaper in the other hand, she only read that piece of content.

It is already winter inland. The climate in this area near the coast is usually mild and humid, and the changes are not so obvious, as if it is still in early autumn.

In the cold morning wind, Xi Di quietly read the winning girl's monologue.

She recounted the fear of living alone, her hometown, and loneliness, and finally mentioned a respected senior who gave her courage.

"After becoming a witch, I will definitely catch up with him!"

Such a brave declaration was made.

Glancing at the time in the upper right corner, I calculated that it had been about three or four months. Saya had failed at least twice. It seemed that she was not very lucky.

With this in mind, Xidi raised her glass to the sky to celebrate the late good news.

……

No matter what, life must go on.

Xidi continued his travels, meeting different people and scenery, and accepted the association's commission to clean up garbage such as monsters, fallen magicians and robbers, and wandering magic murderers. It was also a very difficult task for him. Woolen cloth.

The difficulty is that it’s hard to find someone. Just like killing insects, it’s very simple to do it—find the insect, kill it, and it’s over.

Of course, in order to keep close to the teacher's travel life, Xidi would not refuse private entrustments. He also encountered all kinds of strange people, and some of the entrustments were so evil that Xidi was unable to handle them.

Like today.