【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

At night, the stars are few and far between, each occupying its own territory. Their solitary fragrance is dazzling.

Two separate log cabins are placed in a row with furry little white dog dolls.

The evening breeze lifted the hem of my clothes, dispersing the lingering warmth of the campfire. The scent of roses wafted from my wrist, spreading far and wide. The wind tinged the rose's sweetness with a chill, while the rose imbued the wind's aloofness with a hint of warmth.

The night dances before my eyes.

Under the dazzling sky, the snow-white fur swayed in the wind, and the entire fluffy tail followed the wind, swaying meaninglessly.

Black is that person’s initial impression of this place.

The tenuous, almost invisible connection, like a thread pulled from glue, exists for a while, then breaks. It exists for a while longer, then breaks again. Our current bond is precisely like this.

This is actually a state similar to being suspended in the center of a warm spring. This kind of relationship is neither sticky nor thin. It can be pulled apart and connected.

Today's task is to lie quietly under the night sky.

The layers of hay exuded a sweet fragrance. It felt soft beneath me. The night breeze wrapped around my skin, a refreshing sensation that made me want to close my eyes, yet I dared not. I was afraid to open my eyes in the morning, clutching the tissue box, my waist stiff, afraid to move. That was truly the feeling of wanting to cry but not being able to, wanting to laugh but not being able to.

The furniture and utensils placed in the house all have traces of hand-carving, and the doors and windows are soft and graceful wooden rattan straw curtains.

I wandered along the way and didn't see any fences or railings. This must be a wonderful place.

Some craftspeople gathered around a bonfire, its light illuminating the straw, vine, and wooden stakes placed on the ground. On the side, items were drying or hanging on racks, waiting for the owner to arrive with food, meat, fruits, and vegetables after sunrise.

Qin Annan, his wife, and their children did not do these things. They were respected as masters by the people in the area because of the scaly, long-necked beast that pulled the bare cart.

That's right, they make a living from these huge creatures, some beautiful, some ugly, some gentle, some violent.

They hunt, slaughter, domesticate and raise animals.

The chances of earning a fortune in these giants' long or short lives were like the grass by the pond: plentiful, fierce, and impossible to cull.

This planet has its own unique currency. Those living nearby typically barter, while those farther away carry shells carved from a mostly translucent plaster-like material. Their wavy shape resembles a thick, wrinkled slice of boiled meat. They're cool and heavy, perfect for jewelry, ornaments, or just playing with. If it weren't for the blue-hatted men inspecting them at the interstellar port, they'd make a truly unique souvenir.

Arriving in this place, as a minor, it was natural for him to learn. Teaching naturally became one of the obligations and duties of the adoptive couple. Although they had repeated this process several times, they had achieved some success.

The grass cloth is not that smooth and delicate, but the large ball of cotton wool wrapped in it is fluffy and soft.

The entire nasal cavity is filled with the fragrance of the room, the fragrance outside the window, and the scent of soap on the bed.

The lamplight flickered, its shadow flickering. There was no simulated wind at the head of the bed, but instead a fragrant natural breeze. There were no mosquitoes here, for the insects of this world were larger than I'd imagined. The night passed silently.