Song Yanbai sometimes thought that if his grandfather was not still alive, he might never want to return to this place.
The prosperity of Kyoto is naturally not comparable to that of small places.
Even though Ye Zhiqiu had been out here many times, he couldn't help but be attracted by the prosperity.
Coming out of the mall, Ye Zhiqiu had a lot of things in his hands, including food and clothes.
The feeling of buying things without even looking at the price, which you can only enjoy when you are with your master.
This Kyoto is great. It sells all kinds of things, the buildings are taller than theirs, there are shops of all sizes on the streets, and many things don’t require tickets. Of course, the prices are also high.
"Master, let's get up early tomorrow to watch the flag-raising ceremony. We've been here for so long, but we've never been to see it once." She had heard people talk about it many times before, and although it was not uncommon here, she had never seen it before.
Children are children. Even if they pretend to be too mature, they are still naive and playful.
Jiang Nian was not an honest person to begin with, but because he had experienced so much and had grown spiritually, he was a bit more stable than his peers.
At this moment, she also influenced him to have a more girlish vibe.
"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you. We'll go tomorrow morning. After we finish the things on hand, Master will take you to have fun for a few days. We'll go to the museum first, and then climb the Great Wall. You can also broaden your horizons and stop being like a bumpkin."
Jiang Nian said unhappily.
Ye Zhiqiu stuck out his tongue and laughed heartlessly, "Master is the best."
Apart from her mother, this was the best person in the world to her, and Ye Zhiqiu was very clear about this.
Because Jiang Nian's thoughts are still trapped in the old-fashioned education system.
Not only is a teacher a father for life, a master also has responsibilities to his apprentice.
For convenience, they buy ready-made clothes.
After returning, Ye Zhiqiu didn't even go upstairs. He took a basin and started washing clothes.
It's already afternoon, and the weather is hot now. After washing and drying overnight, you can wear it tomorrow morning.
When Sister Liu saw the half-basin of clothes, she couldn't help but ask, "Zhiqiu, did you and Doctor Jiang just buy these?"
Ye Zhiqiu smiled and said, "Yes, the weather was not so hot when we came here, and we didn't expect it to take so long, so we didn't bring any summer clothes. I just happened to take advantage of the time today to go out and buy some replacement clothes."
"Oh, I see. I saw that Elder Song was talking to Doctor Jiang about treatment. I didn't quite understand. You are helping Doctor Jiang. Do you want to go and listen? I will just rub your clothes for you."
In fact, she was a little puzzled. She had to wash new clothes, which was quite a lot of work.
Ye Zhiqiu was just following Jiang Nian's instructions. His master said that washing would make it cleaner. After all, the cloth had been made into new clothes and then sold, so who knows how many people's hands it had passed through.
Ye Zhiqiu thought that this was the truth, so he just washed his own piece as well.
"Thank you for your kindness, Sister Liu. But it's not necessary. It's just a few pieces of clothes. I can wash them quickly. There's no need to waste time." And her current medical skills are limited to treating some minor illnesses. For a condition like this, she couldn't give any advice after listening to it. Moreover, after every treatment and medication, after she participated, the master would explain it to her in detail afterwards.
Adding to that the medical books she had read before and the knowledge she was required to memorize, although she had only studied medicine for a short time, Ye Zhiqiu knew quite a lot.
The only strange thing was that no one knew where those books came from, and the master would take them away every time after she finished reading them. They were also never seen in her room.
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