Chapter 042
Qingxi, who had a good night's sleep, was awakened by the sound of raindrops hitting the roof, the window frames, and the grass.
She tilted her head and saw Hinami and Rika still fast asleep beside her.
After lying in the quilt for a while, Qingxi crawled out.
After folding up his quilt and mattress, Qingxi walked to the door, gently opened the shoji door, and then gently closed it. However, the person who was about to go out was still standing in the room and did not go out.
As if to wipe out the last traces of autumn and officially announce the arrival of winter to people, this rain brings the cold along with it.
Qingxi, who was only wearing a thin yukata, was hit in the face by the cold wind from outside the moment she opened the shoji door.
Although it wasn't so cold that she started shivering immediately, it wasn't suitable for her to go out like this.
The clothes she wore yesterday were washed by the servants at the headquarters when she went to the hot spring last night. How was she supposed to go out without any clothes to change into?
Just as the girl was staring at the shoji door in a daze, she heard the sound of footsteps hitting the floor outside.
Then a figure stood outside their house. Qingxi blinked her eyes, and blinked again. After waiting for the person outside to put something down and leave, she slowly opened the shoji door again.
I stuck my head out, but I could no longer see the figure in the long corridor. I lowered my head and saw a large, flat cardboard box quietly placed on the floor outside the door.
She had seen this style of paper box some time ago, and it contained the clothes given to her by Mrs. Ruhuo.
The black-haired girl leaned over and took the cardboard box into the house, and then the shoji door was closed again from the inside.
It's no surprise that there was a komon kimono inside the paper box. No, it should be said that according to the "thoughtfulness" of the Ubuyashiki family, it would be rude to prepare clothes for a guest of her age who is not a ghost hunter if the clothes they prepared were not a formal komon kimono for daily use.
After struggling to put on the small-patterned kimono printed with wisteria flowers, Qingxi breathed a sigh of relief.
For this, she had to thank Mrs. Ruhuo. If she hadn't helped her try on the clothes that time, she probably wouldn't even have the energy to put it on properly.
Qingxi was already "armed" with warm clothes, so this time when she went out, she was no longer afraid of the cold wind that always blew on her.
She washed up along the corridor first, then went to the kitchen. At this moment, the servants were preparing breakfast in an orderly manner in the kitchen. Qingxi thought about it and decided not to go in and give orders like an unpopular leader.
She quietly came to the kitchen and quietly left. She didn't want to disturb Ubuyashiki Kōya unless necessary, because as the core supporting the entire Demon Slayer Corps, he would probably have gotten up and started working at this time. But in this way, Qingxi found herself becoming an idler.
If she were in the clinic at this time, she should have started giving medicine to the patients in the ward, or doing leg stretches for the ghost hunters who were in the recovery period, or serving as weights for push-ups... Emmm, in an era without TV, mobile phones, and surfing the Internet, simply being idle is also a very boring thing.
…She wanted to go back, back to the clinic, she wanted to find something to do, she wanted to move, please…
Qingxi was wandering aimlessly in the corridor, thinking that she would say goodbye to Ubuyashiki Kyouya after the heavy rain was over. Suddenly, a black shadow passed through the sky like a meteor. When passing by the girl, its big wings flapped violently, and countless raindrops flew into the corridor, dripping all over the girl.
"Ouch! Jiro, I'm going to stew you!!!"
She may dislike the fact that the small-patterned kimono makes her hands and feet feel restricted when she wears it, but which girl would hate a beautiful new dress, even if some parts of it make her uncomfortable. At most, she would wear it less in the future. But this does not include this new (emphasis) dress that she just put on today (emphasis) and was stained with a bunch of rain spots by that stinky crow.
In the sky, the big black bird was chirping happily. Its body, which was originally flying level, turned sideways 90 degrees and then flew quickly forward.
Behind him, the girl roared angrily, "You haven't had any meals today!"
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"Hmm, why do you always have to provoke Aki, Jiro?"
In the mansion behind the clinic, Rengoku Kyojuro held a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, with one end of the chopsticks in his mouth, and asked in confusion.
Rengoku Chijuro nodded and said, "If Sister Aki is unhappy, your food will be blocked, Jiro."
The kind that is useless even if you have money.
Tomioka Giyu, who was in a good mood and eating a radish, said: "There are too few missions."
It was only because the lord had given it too few tasks that it had the leisure to tease Ah Xi, and after making him angry, it would pat its butt and fly into the sky.
But has it forgotten that its lifeline (food) is firmly in the hands of the other party?
Why doesn't it learn its lesson after being stuck with food again and again?
"Don't worry about it," Qingxi, who had been carried back by the Anbu personnel on the outer corridor, said casually to them while sitting on a cloth mat. "Let it eat a vegetarian diet for a few months, and its brain should be able to remember it."
As she spoke, she stopped sewing and glanced at the big black bird standing on the floor under the eaves, eating a raw almond cabbage from a large bowl with a sad look on its face.
When it noticed the girl's gaze on it, it made a low croaking sound at her.
If someone who doesn't know the situation sees or hears it, they will really be softened by its aggrieved voice.
However, the four people present all knew why Qingxi fed the big crow next door a cabbage, and the small-patterned kimono used as evidence was still worn by the girl, so they did not sympathize with it at all.
While eating the meal that Qingxi had prepared at the headquarters yesterday but had not finished eating and put in the food backpack, Tomioka Giyu's blue eyes stayed on the piece of clothing in the girl's hand that she had cut and started to sew.
Judging from the size and color of the clothes, it seems to be a male, um, boy's clothes...
Tomioka Giyu was in a daze, but someone asked out of curiosity.
"Hmm, Aki, who is this dress in your hand made for? A relative?" asked Rengoku Kyojuro, who had already finished a bowl of rice and had already filled a second bowl and was ready to eat.
"I guess so." Qingxi sighed. "They are children adopted by Mr. Beiming Island like me. They are currently training with the Thunder Breathing Instructor in Taoshan.
I only found out after returning from headquarters today that they sent me some dried game they hunted on Taoshan Mountain yesterday, along with some local specialties from the towns below. And there's also a…" She paused, "a pink kimono that the four of them pooled their money for."
She began to speak fluently again, "Then I believed it, because I knew that I had made a haori for Mr. Beimingyu during the New Year last year. Later, I found that Mr. Beimingyu had grown taller, and the original haori didn't fit him so well, so I made another one... At that time, I was just thinking that since it was the New Year, I should give everyone some New Year gifts or something. I just wanted to go to the street here to buy some, but I didn't know what to give Mr. Beimingyu, so I asked Sister Aling and the others during dinner. As a result, I, who didn't know how to sew or embroider, was forced by a group of sisters to learn needlework.
I have just started learning, so don't expect me to be able to make a perfect product on the second day after learning on the first day. Plus, there is not enough time, so Yangta, Xiang, Aisha, oh, they are the children I just mentioned who were taken in by Mr. Beimingyu like me, their New Year's gift is to buy them a set of clothes.
Anyway, they found out I made two haori for Mr. Beimingyu, so they sent me a New Year's gift early this year and told me not to be partial... Really, aren't the ones you buy in stores any better? They're so much better than the ones I sew."
"It's still different." Rengoku Kyojuro raised his head and said with a strong and firm voice. "New clothes are nice, but clothes you sew yourself can best express your feelings.
For example, if I receive clothes made by you, Ah Xi, during the New Year, I will be very, very happy. "
Qingxi's hand holding the needle couldn't help but tremble.
Rengoku Chijuro on the side also chimed in, "Yeah, compared to the clothes I bought, I'm also looking forward to the clothes that Sister Axi made herself."
The smile on Qingxi's face seemed to fade a little.
Her eyes slowly moved, avoiding the gaze of the two owls from the Purgatory family. As a result, she avoided the two owls and met the gaze of another expressionless blue-eyed black cat.
She couldn't help but lean back strategically. Weren't we just talking about making clothes for Yangtai and the others? Why did the conversation end up talking about her?
How can she respond if you say that?
It seems like you would be extremely disappointed if I don’t make something for you this New Year.
Have you forgotten that she is a medical staff in a clinic? Even if she has some free time occasionally, it is impossible for her to make a set of clothes for all of you before the New Year... So, don't look at her with such expectant eyes.
Tomioka Giyuu looked back simply because he noticed Qingxi's gaze, and a question mark slowly appeared on his forehead.
What's that ghost look on her face?
"Okay, okay, I got it. I'll make it for you." Qingxi took a deep breath, unable to bear the glare from "Big Eyed Moe." "But don't expect to receive it by New Year. I don't have that much time. I might not be able to make the clothes for you until after New Year... Come to my room later to get your measurements."
"...Finally, just this once," she snorted.
"Hmm, Aki, are you going to make me some clothes? I'll be looking forward to it."
Wasn’t that what you said just now the happiest thing?
Qingxi held the clothes tightly with her hands and stared at the two little chirps on Rengoku Kyojuro's forehead, one on the left and one on the right, flickering like two small flames... Her hands felt a little itchy and she wanted to pull something out, but she thought those two little chirps were pretty good.
Purgatory. His sense of danger was activated. Kyojuro naturally changed the subject, "Aki, you just mentioned that four people bought you clothes?"
I have to say that Rengoku Kyojuro's change of topic was a good move. Not only was Qingxi's attention diverted, but the corners of her mouth also twitched. Seeing her like this, the three people who were eating also became curious.
Rengoku Chijuro: "Is there a problem?"
"No, it's just..." Qingxi's tone was hard to describe, "Mr. Kuwajima later adopted a child who was the same age as me. His name was my wife Zenitsu. I learned from the letters that Yota and the others sent me that the child was adopted by Mr. Kuwajima when he was almost starving to death after being cheated out of money by a girl.
He's not a bad person by nature, but he seems to…" He paused, "He's obsessed with getting married, and the idea of everyone chipping in to buy me a kimono was also his idea… Last year, I also gave new clothes to Mr. Kuwashima and that kid… Well, since I've already bought them, I can't leave out my master and fellow disciples, right? This year…"
Qingxi didn't finish her words, but the three of them understood. They had given them gifts last year, but this year they sent the gifts so early. She couldn't have made clothes for Youta, Xiang, and Airi, but bought them on the street for Mr. Kuwashima and my wife Zenitsu.
Qingxi was melancholy and worried: "Interpersonal relationships are really too difficult. Starting next year, I'll just give them all street-bought clothes. I don't think it's necessary to give them a set of homemade clothes every year... I'll give them a set every two years, no, three years... If you calculate it this way, after they all pass Fujikiyama's Demon Slayer Corps entry test, the Demon Slayer Corps will have uniforms, so I won't have to make clothes for them anymore... That's good. At most, I can make them haori in the future. That's convenient, I can..."
Looking at the girl who was becoming more and more excited as she spoke, Rengoku Kyojuro tilted his head and said, "If you don't like it, you don't have to do it, Aki. No one is forcing you."
"It's not so bad." Qingxi waved her hand, "I haven't reached the point where I don't like it. Besides, I find that making clothes to cheer myself up when I'm in a bad mood is pretty good.
How should I put it? The feeling of wanting to do something and being forced to do it like a task is different.”
Rengoku Kyojuro nodded in understanding, "Then Aki, do it when you want to, and don't do it when you don't want to."
"I see."
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