Chapter 73
"Now that you've taken over this shop, don't rush out to do business right now," Granny Su instructed her as they walked along. "If you have connections, find someone who can rent it out. Or, you could rent it out to them for a few years. That way, the shop will stay popular and won't fall into disrepair after we leave."
Besides, the person you rented out has someone behind him. My son will come a few more times and once he's sure you're not easy to mess with, he won't bother me again. Besides, by that time, you'll be grown up. It will be cheaper to take back the shop and rent it out or open it yourself."
"...If I had met you earlier, I could have taught you some of my own skills. I won't talk about other things, but at least I'll teach you Su embroidery."
Listening to Grandma Su muttering, Qingxi was secretly glad in her heart.
Let’s forget about it. She’s really not interested in these things. If possible, she just wants to spend money to buy them…
However, the fact is, your old woman is just your old woman.
"However, I have written five books: one on the basics of Suzhou embroidery, one on calligraphy practice for hairpins and small characters, one on explanations of flower wrapping, one on explanations of velvet flowers, and one on the basics of clothing tailoring. Although what I have learned is limited, it is still enough for me to teach you."
"...My husband and I will leave tomorrow morning, accompanied by Mr. Tsurumaru," Granny Su paused, her tone delicate, "and you'll know my and my husband's new address by then. If you have any questions, just write to me and I'll explain them to you one by one."
Qingxi: “…”
Granny Su: "Although women are no longer expected to stay home and travel less, and avoid public appearances, and needlework is no longer required to be sophisticated enough to be able to embroider. Just being able to sew a piece of cloth and patch a hole is considered skillful, but as the old saying goes, knowing is better than not knowing. You never know, one day, these skills you have acquired will help you rise to the top."
Qingxi: “…”
Granny Su: "Although I don't know why, you came into this world as a child, but judging by the way you talk and behave, you should be an adult in your teens or twenties.
You are very lucky. You have more time, and you have the patience of an adult that other children your age don't have. I believe that if you calm down and study hard, you will definitely be able to master the basics I have written down."
Qingxi: “…”
No, I haven't even said whether I'm willing to learn or not. Why do you sound like I've already agreed?
Qingxi opened his mouth to say something, but he was about to reach the shop in front.
There was no way out, and she swallowed the words that were about to come out of her throat.
When he returned to the front shop, the female customer was still there. Qingxi suppressed the aggrieved expression on his face and made himself look happy that he had bought a nice hairpin.
The female guest glanced at the plum blossom hairpin in her hand and then looked away.
Qingxi was too lazy to go see her. He said goodbye to Grandma Su gratefully and left.
The next day, Tsurumaru Kuninaga took a long vacation from the clinic, and with two knives on his waist, he escorted Grandma Su and Old Man Qin out of the town where they had lived for most of their lives.
From then on, the meeting and farewell of fellow villagers that started with the fireworks display came to an end.
As for Suzhou embroidery, tailoring, copying, making hairpins, etc., she can spare half an hour every day during the day and practice for an hour to persist. She can also use the basic Suzhou embroidery and tailoring books as bedtime reading before going to bed every night to understand the theory first. As for the hairpins, forget it. She doesn't have time. When she has time, she wants to rest.
In this way, if Grandma Su really wrote to her one day, she felt she could get away with it.
It's just slacking off. Those who understand will understand.
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"Huh? Is this Mr. Harada's... relic?"
At this moment, Qingxi felt as if something had exploded in her head, and then all her rationality, emotions, and thinking ability were blown away.
The sound of cicadas kept chirping in her ears, which was very strange. She had heard such sounds for more than two months before and didn't feel annoyed. But now, she felt that these chirping sounds were particularly disturbing.
It is now the end of August. After September, these sounds will disappear again, and they will come back again in the summer of next year.
Gradually, Qingxi regained consciousness and began to think in a mess.
She opened her mouth, trying to find her voice, but she didn't expect that the voice that she thought she had exerted a lot of strength sounded particularly soft to others.
"Why did you give Mr. Harada's... to me?" Qingxi wanted to say the word "relics", but after finding that she couldn't say it, she gave up and skipped it, and continued with the next sentence.
"Listen, Meiya, Meiya is Mr. Harada's turban. It says this was originally a gift from Mr. Harada." The masked female member of the Inner Corps watched as a shadow darkened the girl's sea-blue eyes, yet she struggled to hold back tears. Her voice choked with sobs. After a moment's hesitation, she added, "The box was knocked open, revealing its contents: a pair of Hinami dolls and a pair of hydrangea hair ties..."
Qingxi remembered that the other party smiled and said he would bring her a gift when he left here a month ago, but it was precisely because of this that she felt that the box handed to her was so dazzling.
Gifts become relics or something...
"Can I refuse?" she murmured.
"Ah, this." The hidden staff was stunned by the girl's words.
But without waiting for her to answer, Qingxi apologized and took the box from the other person's hands.
At this time, more wounded people were sent in by the hidden personnel. Among them, there were patients with broken hands and feet who needed surgery.
"Thank you for taking the trouble to come and see me off," Qingxi said calmly. "I have surgery to perform, so I'll go in first."
"Ah, I'm fine, you go ahead and do your work." The girl's state was so cold and calm that it was frightening. The members of the hidden department couldn't help but use honorifics when speaking.
Qingxi turned around and was about to go in, but suddenly, she stopped and asked, "Has Mr. Harada's... body been sent to... the cemetery?"
The Hidden Department member was stunned for a moment, but quickly replied, "Yes, it happened early this morning."
"I understand." Qingxi nodded at her, then walked into the clinic without stopping.
Some people, when encountering sad things, will be so sad that they cry, will collapse, will not believe and thus deceive themselves, or will be extremely calm, so calm that even they begin to doubt whether they are a cold-blooded person without emotions.
Half of Qingxi's attributes belong to the latter.
After a moment of shock, she accepted the fact that someone she knew had died.
However, precisely because she was too clear-headed and too calm, she wanted to find something else to distract herself from this clarity and calmness, otherwise she didn't know what she would do if she suddenly lost her mind.
There is precedent for this, but it only happens very rarely.
There were many wounded patients recuperating in the ward on the first floor, but at this moment they were all as quiet as chickens.
Because, the girl who was isolated and performing surgery on the injured person with a broken leg was filled with silent but unignorable murderous aura.
Although she looked the same as she did when she was performing surgery, who were they? How could a ghost hunter who fought ghosts with a sun blade not be aware of that aura?
So, what happened to make Axi become what he is now?
"I'm done here. I'll take over the remaining patient's surgery."
Leaving the remaining care of the injured to the medical staff, Qingxi cleaned herself and disinfected herself before performing her second operation of the day.
Koharu Aya asked Mei and Xiaohui to stay and take care of the wounded, while she and Riko continued to seek help from Kiyoki.
Koharu Aya is very worried about Qingxi's current condition, which is too abnormal.
and--
Her eyes fell on Qingxi's hair, which was tied up with a hydrangea hair tie.
Ah-ta, do you have a hair tie like this?
"I just heard something in the front yard," Hinazuru, who was caring for Uzui Tengen, said in a voice only the four of them could hear. "Mr. Harada was killed by a demon during this mission."
How could he possibly forget his neighbor Tengen Uzui who stayed up late at night and forced himself to eat snacks a month ago?
Thinking about the scene on the night of the fireworks display where the two people, one big and one small, squatted on the ground in the front yard like thieves, "gambling" and opening snacks, it's no wonder that she is like this now.
She doesn't want to kill people, but wants to kill ghosts.
"Okay, the rest," Qingxi said as she was about to jump off the stool, but someone was faster than her.
She looked blankly at the man who carried her to a hospital bed. Not knowing what the situation was, she subconsciously said, "I'm fine."
"General, your eyes are bleeding." Yagen Toushirou pressed General down on the bed without saying a word.
Sometimes, if no one else mentions it, Qingxi won't feel it, but once someone mentions it, the intense dull pain from overworking the brain, the excessive consumption of mental energy, and the bursting of small blood vessels connected to the eyeballs one after another make Qingxi feel as if his whole body is hollowed out in an instant.
I feel uncomfortable and want to vomit, but if I move, I feel uncomfortable again, my head hurts, and I want to vomit again. It's an endless cycle and it's very tormenting.
But she still calmly explained to Yagen Toushirou, "I'm fine. I just overused my eyes. I just need to rest for a while."
No matter how much Qingxi assured him, Yagen Toushirou still insisted on examining her himself before he could feel at ease.
The black-haired boy helped her to untie her hair that was tied at the back of her head. The moment the hair tie was removed, the girl's smooth black hair fell to her back.
After helping her wipe away the blood that was sliding down her cheeks from the corners of her eyes, he took the gauze and insisted on blindfolding her when the girl protested in vain.
"I'd appreciate your cooperation during this time," Yagen Toushirou said with unusual firmness. "I don't think the General would want me to contact Mr. Beimingyu right now."
Qingxi's voice, which was about to protest, was interrupted for a moment. After a while, she argued, "Don't threaten me. I'm not afraid of Mr. Beimingyu."
"The sound is so loud that it's not convincing at all." Mu Xu muttered after watching the whole process.
"Yeah." Suma nodded heavily. "So Aki is also afraid of someone? She always gives me the feeling that 'I can live well on my own'."
Yagen Toushirou looked around, then bent down and picked the person up again.
Qingxi, whose eyes were bandaged, instinctively wrapped her arms around the man's neck as he lifted her up like a child. Then she heard the young man's deep voice ring in her ears, "Doctor Ueno, I'll take Aki to rest first. I'll leave this place in your hands."
Ueno Arata waved his hand at him and said, "Go ahead. If you're not in a good mood, you can take a few days off. It's paid."
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