Candy Wizard and Travel

Holding an umbrella is very romantic, even if it rains, he likes rainy days, but doesn't like being wet or cold.

"Hey, teacher, is it so easy to guess?"

"I think so."

Fran's boots and platform shoes pattered through the standing water, and Fran breathed a sigh of relief.

"Forget it, even though it's a little regretful, today's date is still perfect...right?"

Xi Di smiled.

"Yes, teacher."

A little regret?No, not really.

In the final analysis, this is not a holiday, it is just an ordinary day for them, and there will be many, countless days like this in the future.

There will be no regrets left.

……

--Fast forward to the last item.

"Xixi la la..."

The sound of rain outside the window seemed endless, beating against the wooden windows.

Fran hummed a song and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. Then in front of Xi Di, she took out a small suitcase from the storage magic and unfolded it. The matching clothes and shoes were spread on the sofa and fell on the floor. .

Inside the box were close-fitting clothes, socks of various materials and colors, boat socks, calf socks, garter stockings, pantyhose, all kinds of useless fabrics that help to enhance the feeling of emptiness when you are naked.

This is what they have tried since they entered into a relationship.

If possible tonight, Ms. Fran would like to experience it again.

The bath towel fell on the floor. Fran picked up the nurse uniform and the Japanese yukata on the side, compared them with each other, and blinked her eyes narrowly and ambiguously.

"To use popular words nowadays...Xiao Xidi, are you confident in helping me get dressed again?"

Xi Di blushed a little, raised her wand, and sealed the room.

Heroes, you can't run away.

"Teacher, I have always helped you get dressed in the past."

……

Wearing the coat of arms of the association, the blond witch held a pipe in her mouth and walked menacingly towards the most luxurious hotel in the country.

"I have repeatedly emphasized that witches are not allowed to have relations with apprentices in training. Are these bastards out of their minds?"

In order to deal with the problem that some people are cheating and reducing the value of the title of witch, the association has recently been strictly investigating related issues. Once investigated, I was shocked. There were people who paid for it, drugged teachers, forged letters... …

Among them, there are not a few people who have been defrauded of money and sex by unscrupulous witches. This country has a large number of magicians and little knowledge, so it is an area of ​​focus for the association. Yesterday, we received news of the appearance of a pair of suspicious witch masters and apprentices.

It is said that the older one is a woman who looks caressing, while the younger one always looks a little embarrassed.

XX, killing innocent girls at will!

The blonde witch's sense of justice could no longer sit idly by.

After asking a passing girl selling flowers, she decisively gave the information.

"Sir, this way."

The boss followed in panic.

"Clang clang-"

Stepping over the wooden steps with her hard-soled boots, the blonde witch came to the closed door, blew out a smoke ring, and took out the key.

"call--"

"Click."

Clearance: Triangles are structurally stable

Written before: It is the story of Lan Zi, with elements of orange, and the supplements from Clock Township when the protagonist is learning from Fran. I mentioned it before, and I expanded it after thinking about it.

Emphasis: Absolutely no knots, no knots, no knots, I'm here to join.jpg.

I will delete any extreme comments, thank you for your understanding.

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Estelle still remembers things from her childhood.

While her peers were still chasing butterflies and dragonflies, she was able to ride on a broomstick and use magic.

So she has no friends in her hometown.

Everyone is crawling around on the ground, and you can fly. Do you still want to have friends?

Recalling my childhood, it seems that there are only bells ringing day after day, endless books, flowers in the courtyard sprouting green, cicadas chirping, yellow leaves and snowflakes falling.

Until she was six years old, she wandered the streets of Rostlov out of anger, came to that gloomy house, and met someone whose eating habits were not like those of a living person...

"You are reading the diary again. Take a rest, Estelle."

A gentle voice sounded close to her ears, and then a soft female body pressed against her from behind. There was a well-developed part that made the girl's cheeks turn red while she was recalling the past.

I really don’t understand. He is obviously a swordsman. Doesn’t having such a good figure affect his ability to wield a sword?

"Too close...Selena."

She hastily put away the old notebook.

For some items, Estelle will use retroactive magic to maintain them every day, while for some items, time will only make people feel at ease.

The paper is a little yellowed, and the cute handwriting on it describes the weather 12 years ago, the birds flying by the window one day, the flower fields in bloom and the beautiful clouds.

This diary was written by her when she was a child. It only contains a dozen pages. Children always like "cool" things, and writing a diary sounds very stylish.

Serious people also keep diaries.

But at that time, she was busy learning magic and running to someone's house every day. After putting it aside for a while, she never picked it up again. The last time Xi Di went back to visit her parents, she found something on the leg of a certain cabinet when she was cleaning the house. I found it under a collapsed bookcase and mailed it over.

Fortunately, it was him. If other people got it, Estelle couldn't guarantee that they wouldn't look at it.

Looking through it now, I feel nostalgic and embarrassed at the same time.

"Uh-huh, everyone is a girl. Why does Estelle become so shy when she grows up?"

Not only did the softness not leave, but it pressed over her. The temperature, the scent of lavender, and the touch of wet hair made her dizzy.

Only through the cool summer clothes, I can further feel the explosive lines under the soft skin. My best friend's hand passed through the armpit and pressed on the diary.

Estelle looked embarrassed, but she still blushed and let go of her hand, letting Serena look through it.

With her chin resting on her best friend's shoulder, Serena took Estelle's waist and took two steps back, sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the diary in a position that was too intimate for a girl.

During this process, the purple witch was as stiff as a piece of wood, and her cheeks turned red little by little.

"As expected... it's still too close... I haven't taken a shower yet, Serena, can you let go first?"

"I don't mind. Don't you witches like to soak your body in potions? Even the smell of sweat has the fragrance of medicine. I like it very much."

As if to verify her statement, the blue girl sniffed her friend's neck, her posture still leisurely, elegant and noble, not like a swordsman, but more like a young lady somewhere, enjoying a comfortable reading time under the cover of incense before going to bed.

"It's so itchy, stop teasing me Serena."

"Okay, let's hold it like this."

Unable to bear her friend's pleas and really unable to struggle, Estelle had no choice but to enjoy it like this.

Yes, she and her childhood sweetheart sister currently have a not-so-sound friendship. They sleep in a room and sleep on the same bed at night. When they get interested, the other party wants to take a bath together, and even the sexy witch in lavender clothes can't refuse. That kind of thing.

It's weird for girls to be like this...

Why did it become like this?

Sometimes Estelle thinks that writing a diary is a good habit, because now she can't remember what happened at that time. If there is any record, there may be traces to follow.

Most witches have good memories, and the Lavender Witch began to think carefully about the past and find the factors that caused the current situation.

……

"Rostrov, I'm back!"

Estelle, who was thirteen at the time, registered her immigration information, opened her arms on the empty street, and called the name of this country.

Even though she has achieved great achievements, no one can say that she is no longer a child. The excitement, nostalgia and eagerness to show off on her face cannot be concealed at all.

If it weren't for the fact that she wasn't familiar with many people in Zhongzhong Township, and the ones she was familiar with were all ordinary people who had no idea about magic, but if there were more insiders, she would probably have to go through the door three times without entering, and talk to everyone about "you" How do you know I graduated as a witch?"

In addition to unfamiliarity, another reason was that she wanted to share the good news with her family as soon as possible.

After saying goodbye to her master, she couldn't wait to ride back on her broom. Because of the witch's badge, no one with a bad eye would get in her way.

Finally, back to familiar land.

The remaining leaves of the sycamore tree on the roadside swayed bleakly in the wind, but still fell tremblingly, causing gentle ripples in the accumulated water on the roadside.

Coming from a warm country, the autumn mood of her hometown made Estelle couldn't help but pull her collar and wrap her robe tightly.

In this weather, the best thing to do is to stay at home and chat with your family.

The energy of the year is exhausted in spring and summer, and autumn and winter are the time of harvest and dormancy.

The young witch blew into the wind and tested the temperature. There was no white air, but it was still very cold.

There were not many people on the street. After all, it was almost dinner time. They were mostly housewives buying ingredients.

There is something familiar over there, it seems to be Aunt Bella from 12-chome, she is still so beautiful, and next to her is her [-]-year-old daughter.

After not seeing each other for several years, it was still difficult to recognize a child. Fortunately, Estelle's hair color was very recognizable. The lady thought of it in surprise and nodded.

Estelle waved her hand and continued walking forward.

"Johnny!"

A fat middle-aged man holding a fat...fox terrier?Is it a skewer?It's hard to imagine that such a strong and flexible breed could be so fat. It's just a normal resemblance.

Just like there are orange pigs among cats, there are also special cases of obesity among dogs.

Anyway, the man and the dog ran happily.

Behind a man and a dog was a lady with a gentle temperament. Her belly was slightly swollen and she looked pregnant. She was looking at her husband and pets with a smile.

The middle-aged man was holding vegetables and meat in his hands, and the dog was circling the meat flatteringly, raising its legs from time to time, and the whole family burst into laughter.

Estelle watched them go around the corner, still thinking.

Are there really such fat dogs?

All in all, they seem to be a very ordinary and happy family.

There was a yearning in the heart of the wanderer who returned home. The same was true in her family. She had a father who was funny but not frivolous, and a mother who was dignified and generous. They hadn't seen them for a long time. Their sudden return this time would definitely surprise them.

Thinking about it, Estelle smiled brightly, stepped on the sycamore trees with her long boots, and walked briskly to the old house in the old neighborhood.

No matter how long it takes, people will never forget the road to their hometown.

Even with her eyes closed, Estelle could recall the scene at every intersection.

A few years have passed, the green bricks on the street corners have become scratched, and the sycamore trees at the intersection have lost their branches. This house has been renovated, and every house has been renovated. The familiarity and strangeness have made people feel a lot of emotion. The witch wrote them down one by one, and finally stayed at In front of an iron gate.

The courtyard behind the iron gate is still the same as before. The small oak trees planted have lost their leaves, the flower fields have withered, and the smoke from the chimney dilutes all the desolation.

"Ah, have you started cooking? There won't be any food for me..."

Estelle was worried, pushed open the unlocked iron door, walked through the courtyard, took out the key and opened the door.

She's back, she's back, and the familiar feelings are back, the bright mornings spent in the living room, the quaint smell of the books in the study, a certain wooden floor that feels particularly empty... she's all back.

Walking into the house, the cold wind was blocked out, and the cold hands slowly warmed up. I couldn't wait to hold the fork and start dinner.

"——Have you sent back gifts again this year? Xiao Xidi has really taken a lot of trouble. I don't know how his studies are going."

"As mentioned in the letter, I have been approved by the witch mentor. I can start training anytime I want. I am also much healthier. Let me see your photo. Is it a little taller?"

"Look at this photo. Compared with the photo sent last time, it's about three centimeters. Xiao Xidi's physique is still a little weaker. Didn't she beat Serena last time when she came back? Haha. Ha ha."

"Brother let me have it. An outstanding magician will not be approached."