Chapter 61 Elegant Old Age, Online Tuning
When you wake up the next day, you feel dizzy and lightheaded again. The familiar dizziness returns, and your head starts to ache.
The symptoms were exactly the same as when I was previously affected by memory.
It wasn't this bad a few days ago, but I don't know why I'm so dizzy today.
The person beside me has left, and the room is quiet, with only the sound of breathing clearly audible.
You lie in bed, tossing and turning, feeling groggy and confused.
"Knock knock knock," you heard a rapid knocking on the door while you were half asleep.
"Are you up? It's lunchtime." It was Himeko's voice.
"I..." Your voice was so hoarse that the remaining syllables were stuck in your throat, and you couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.
"What's wrong with you?" Himeko, standing outside the door, quickly became alert, and then you heard the rustling sound of a lock being opened.
The next second, you see Himeko's anxious expression.
Her warm hand covered your forehead, with Sunday following behind.
"It's because of the influence of memory quality." She drew this conclusion from her past experience.
From Sunday's perspective, you lie listlessly in bed, your eyes glazed over, a stark contrast to yesterday.
"Ms. Himeko, I used to be the family's tuner, and I'm skilled at using tuning to alleviate the effects of memory on others. If you trust me, may I perform some treatment on this lady?"
On Sunday, use your strengths and past experiences to prove to Himeko that you can mitigate the impact of memory on her.
The black swan that once treated you is no longer on the train, and her abilities on Sunday are undeniable.
After thinking it over, Himeko nodded and gave up her spot for Sunday.
Sunday stepped forward slowly, deliberately lowering her voice.
"Madam, please look me in the eyes."
Your gaze is fixed on his golden eyes, his deep blue pupils staring unblinkingly at you.
A warm orange light flashed in his eyes, and you felt as if you were being controlled by him, your gaze fixed on his eyes, unable to look away.
"Now, please close your eyes."
You obediently close your eyes as he instructs you, and a strange electric current surges into your body, splitting into countless thin streams that spread throughout your entire body.
The gentle touch you feel as it passes through gradually calms your heart.
"Follow my rhythm, take a deep breath..."
You obediently followed his instructions to adjust your breathing, and soon you felt much better and your headache subsided.
After a long while, you opened your eyes at his request and felt the whole room become brighter.
"How are you feeling now?" Himeko asked with concern.
"Not bad, my head doesn't hurt anymore." Your voice returned to normal, your eyes gradually focused, and you were no different from your usual lively self.
"That's good." Himeko was relieved and turned to thank Sunday, "Thank you for your help, Mr. Sunday."
"Ms. Himeko, you're too kind. It was nothing at all," Sunday replied modestly, nodding slightly.
"Thank you, Mr. Sunday," you said softly, expressing your gratitude.
Without him, you'd be miserable all day.
“You’re welcome. I’m glad I could help you, ma’am.” Sunday accepted your gratitude, hesitated for a moment, and then added, “If you need anything in the future, I’m happy to do my best.”
Thank you.
You nodded and responded with a smile.
"Then you should rest for a while, we won't bother you anymore."
After giving her instructions, Himeko left the room with Sunday.
You slowly close your eyes, and before you is a warm and bright light.
You are in a sweet dream, breathing steadily, with a smile on your lips.
...
When you wake up again, the first thing you see is Danheng sitting on the edge of the bed reading a book.
"You're awake. How are you feeling?" Hearing the slight movement, he turned his head and asked softly.
"I'm fine now." You sat up nimbly, proving to him that you were alright.
"I'm sorry, I had an urgent mission today and couldn't be by your side." Dan Heng's face was full of guilt.
“It’s okay, it’s not your fault. Besides, I’m all better now, aren’t I?” You said, leaning forward and trying to pat his head.
The latter obediently bends down, cooperating with your movements to accept your loving caresses.
"Don't worry, I'm really okay."
You hug him and rest your chin on his shoulder, using physical contact to ease his guilt and unease.
He's always been the most rational and calm one in the team, but he always panics when it comes to your issues.
You fully understand his anxiety and self-blame, and comfort him with direct physical contact.
What should have been a beautiful scene was ruined by your rumbling stomach, which disrupted the ambiguous atmosphere.
Playing along, you snuggled against his shoulder and said sweetly, "Danheng, I'm hungry."
"Pam left you dinner. Would you like to eat here or go downstairs?"
"Let's go down, it'll be a good opportunity to meet everyone."
"good."
Once you've decided on a dinner plan, you immediately and nimbly get out of bed, grab your clothes, and head into the bathroom to clean yourself up.
Danheng stayed in the room to make your bed.
He set the rumpled blankets and sheets aside, then expertly took out new sheets from the closet and neatly laid them on the mattress.
The bed sheet was blue and white, embroidered with water ripples and a few blooming epiphyllum flowers.
Two pillows with animal prints are placed side by side on the bedside table; they are custom-made items that you specially purchased online.
The one with the black cat and dragon print on the left belongs to him, and the one with the white little sparrow print on the right belongs to you.
You've only been officially dating for two months, yet you're as close as if you've been married for years.
If we include their past life, they were indeed an old married couple of several decades.
With that thought in mind, Danheng continued folding the blankets without stopping.
When you finished washing up and came out, Danheng had already cleaned your room spotless.
You rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek, then took his hand and walked out.
...
In the evening, everyone was doing their own thing in the observation car.
The Trail Blazers and March 7th played a charades game with Sunday, with each person having several slips of paper stuck to their face as punishment.
Himeko and □□ are discussing tonight's celestial phenomena, while Pam is humming a song as she cleans.
You and Danheng tacitly avoided disturbing them and quietly went to the restaurant for dinner.
Tonight's dinner is molten omelet rice, and Pam even added two fragrant grilled sausages for you.
You shared some of the omelet rice with Danheng, and then chatted with him while eating, asking him if his mission today went smoothly.
Danheng briefly explained the details of the mission and also mentioned some interesting things that happened to the Trailblazers and March 7 during the mission.
You finished your dinner in a pleasant and relaxed atmosphere, and then returned to the observation car to let everyone know you were safe.
"It's good that you're alright." Himeko gently patted your shoulder after confirming that your complexion was normal.
"Mommy, Teacher Danheng, come and play with us!" The little raccoon enthusiastically invited you to play games together.
Unable to refuse their kind invitation, you and Danheng had no choice but to join the game.
"Good evening, madam, Mr. Danheng." Sunday removed the note from his face and greeted you with a slightly reserved air.
“Good evening, Mr. Sunday. You seem to be getting along well with them,” you teased.
The latter gave a smile in response.
On March 7th, someone volunteered to stand up and explain the rules, requiring each person to think of a word and then act it out for others to guess. Those who guessed incorrectly had to stick a sticker on their face.
The game begins.
March 7th set an example by drawing a rectangle with his hand and sliding his two index fingers up and down repeatedly, simulating the action of taking a picture.
"What's this?" the raccoon asked, completely bewildered. "A hand cramp?"
"What the hell?" March 7th complained.
"Are you pressing something?" Danheng asked.
“The box?” Sunday asked.
"None of those are true."
"Taking a photo?" you guessed.
"Very close."
"A camera," Dan Heng blurted out.
"You guessed right!" March 7th exclaimed excitedly.
"This doesn't look like a camera at all!" the raccoon complained.
"Look, isn't this rectangle the shape of a camera? And this gesture is like pressing the shutter button..." After March 7th's explanation, you gradually understood her thought process.
The quiz is over, now it's time for the punishment.
Except for Danheng and March 7th, the rest of you stuck the notes on your faces, and then you can move on to the next round of the game.
The Trail Blazers eagerly gestured, and amidst your series of guesses, March 7th was the first to understand her abstract concept and guessed the correct answer.
Next was Danheng.
Thanks to the tacit understanding developed from spending so much time together, you were the first to guess the correct answer.
"That's not fair! How can this compare?" the raccoon complained.
"You two really work together seamlessly," Sunday said quietly.
After failing to guess correctly for several rounds, he now had three slips of paper stuck to his face, a stark contrast to his usual serious demeanor.
The game continues, and this time it's your turn to ask a question.
You imitate the flapping of wings to make everyone guess the word.
"Wings?" Dan Heng asked first.
"Very close."
"A little bird? A magpie?" The raccoon gave several answers, but none of them were correct.
"Could it be... Eryu?" Sunday tentatively asked.
"You got it right."
You cast an admiring glance at him, and he lowered his head somewhat awkwardly, his little wings fluttering gently by his ears, making you want to touch them.
"Old man, you're amazing!" the raccoon exclaimed without a care in the world.
"...Madam, perhaps you should address me differently..."
You always feel like his face is red.
The banter is over, it's Sunday's turn to set the questions.
"A cell phone?" After seeing his gesture, you and Danheng exclaimed almost simultaneously.
"You got it right." Sunday was surprised that his question was so easy to guess, and a hint of embarrassment was on his face.
"You and Danheng are incredibly strong in this game," March 7th exclaimed.
Amidst the laughter and cheers of the crowd, you continue with the second round of the game. As you spend more time together, Sunday gradually relaxes from her initial restraint and even deliberately tries to interfere with your judgment.
The group's noisy chatter drew the attention of two adults who were discussing astronomy.
"It's so good to be young," [name omitted] exclaimed.
"It's so lively! I hope every day from now on will be this happy," Himeko sincerely wished.
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