[Onmyoji] Did you get SSR today?

Qingming wandered around the courtyard for a while, and found Eight Hundred Bhikkuni in the kitchen.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni was learning how to cook with Hongye, when she saw Seimei come in, Hongye rushed over holding a kitchen knife.

"Seimei-sama!"

Qingming was taken aback by the gleaming silver kitchen knife, and hurriedly snatched it from Hongye's hand, put it on the cutting board, and said, "Hongye, are you alright?"

"Body..." Hongye held her forehead and leaned against Qingming, "Head is still...a little dizzy."

"If you feel dizzy, go back to your room and have a good rest." Qingming straightened Hongye upright, and she fell down limply again.

"As long as there is Qingming, I won't be dizzy."

"..."

"Qingming." Bhikkuni Babai handled the spoon skillfully, and said with a smile, "A few days ago, I helped a farmer get rid of the little demon. They sent some winter bamboo shoots over. The taste of the red leaves is really delicious."

"I can smell the fragrance outside." Qingming glanced at Hongye and said with a smile, "I didn't expect Hongye to be so good at cooking."

"Ah, Master Qingming praised me!" Hongye held her face in both hands, her eyes filled with love, "Master Qingming, please praise me more!"

"..."

Babaichuni calmly said to Hongye: "Hongye, Guishibai has fresh radishes there, go and get some, and make two more dishes, then you can have dinner with Qingming."

Let's eat with Seimei! !

Hongye glanced at Qingming reluctantly, then trotted away.

Qingming asked in surprise, "Isn't she dizzy?"

Eight hundred bhikkhuni chuckled, "Just go out and run for a few laps."

"You really have a way of dealing with Hongye." Qingming was taken aback, looking at Hongye's back going away, couldn't help sighing.

"What do you want from me?" Eight Hundred Bikuni turned around and winked at Qingming.

"I still can't hide anything from you." Qingming laughed, "It's not a big deal."

"Is Boya worried that I'm playing tricks on him?"

Qingming was surprised and said, "Have you done the divination?"

"His little thought, there is no need for divination." Babai Khuni put the stewed pork with winter bamboo shoots into a big soup bowl, and continued, "He also thinks too much, how will you get the housework of the young couple? I take care of it."

"He dreamed about the past last night." Qingming said, walking to the cutting board, on which there was half an onion, which should be the half-cut red leaf.

"What happened in the past?" Eight Hundred Bhikkuni paused for a moment, then said clearly, "Oh, what hurt you."

Qingming picked up the kitchen knife and replied, "Yes."

"That's what he deserves." Eight hundred Bikuni washed the spatula and started to boil the hot water for stewing the radishes.

Qingming looked at the sliced ​​onion sliced ​​by a red leaf, tried to cut it twice, and said, "It's been so long, and he still takes it to heart."

"The two of you are together, if I tease him again, I'll beat him with a club." Eight Hundred Bhikkuni said, "Qingming is also protecting his weaknesses. I just teased him like this, and then he came to me to argue."

Qingming hastily explained, "That's not what I meant."

"Of course I know what you mean. Boya didn't know what I did wrong, so I asked you. Unfortunately, you don't know the reason, so you came to ask me." Eight hundred bhikuni said helplessly, "Qingming, I just feel that , Some things will be offended if you don't talk about them. I don't mean to bully Boya, I just want to give you a chance to talk to each other. But since you came to me, it means that you gave up this opportunity and didn't put your heart in your heart. Tell him what is hidden."

Qingming cut the onion one by one, and listened quietly to Babaichuni's words, feeling a little turmoil in her heart.

In Boya's room just now, the few words of the eight hundred bhikkuni actually gave the two of them a chance.

Boya followed the vine and expressed his hatred of Hongye. This was not even a misunderstanding, it was just a sip of vinegar, and the gap disappeared immediately.

However, Qingming hides his thoughts too deeply, wearing a mask of safety and security, which makes the gap grow wider and wider.

I don't want Boya to stay in the archery all day and practice archery with White Wolf, I want Boya to be by my side, no matter what I do, as long as I can stay within reach of each other, it doesn't matter how long it is.

How could such a word be said out loud! !

The more Qingming thought about it, the more embarrassing she felt, the whole body became flustered, and the movement of chopping vegetables was also two beats faster.

Seeing that Qingming did not respond for a long time, the eight hundred bhikkhuni turned to look at him.

Seeing this, Bhikkhuni was so frightened that he smashed the bowl in his hand.

"Qingming!" The eight hundred bhikkuni ignored the fragments on the ground, and walked quickly to Qingming's side, "I'm sorry, I made a slip of the tongue."

Qingming was startled by the sound of the broken bowl: "Huh?"

"You, what can I do if you are like this." Eight hundred bhikkuni was also rarely nervous, she gently wiped Qingming's cheeks with her sleeve, and said softly, "Okay, don't cry, I promise you will cry again in the future." It's not too much trouble."

"..."

It was only then that Qingming realized that her eyes were full of tears.

Speaking of which, why did the eyes suddenly become hot, and the tears could not be stopped.

"No, Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni, it's not like this." Qingming hurriedly took two steps back and wiped away her tears, "It's not like what you saw."

The eight hundred bhikkhuni stepped aside cautiously: "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this."

Qingming had a handsome and gentle face, but at this moment, there was a trace of bewilderment on his face, and the appearance of crying was almost rainy, and I felt pity for it.

Probably because I felt a little embarrassed, I used too much force when wiping my tears, and my eyes were red, more and more pitiful.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni couldn't stop watching, and really wanted to send him to Boya's bed immediately.But she also knew very well that Qingming was also a proud man, barely restraining the throbbing in her heart, and stood silently by the side.

Although I don't know why he became so fragile all of a sudden, Seimei definitely doesn't want this to be known by other people.

"No, no, Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni, listen to me." Qingming wiped away her tears, closed her eyes for a while, and explained, "It's really not what you think, and I don't know why, all of a sudden... "

"Qingming, you don't need to say anything." Eight Hundred Bhikkuni interrupted, "Everyone has their own uncontrollable emotions."

Qingming: "..."

It's hard to argue.

Qingming sighed, struggled to open his eyes, and said, "Forget it, I'll go back first."

"Wash your face first." Eight hundred bhikkhuni looked at the corners of his tear-stained eyes, and couldn't bear to see him go out to meet people like this.

Qingming nodded, and took two steps toward the sink, just in time to see the half-pounded onion on the chopping board, so he conveniently put the sliced ​​onion into the plate.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni's expression suddenly became strange, and he asked, "Qingming, did you just chop the onion?"

"Yeah." Qingming nodded, "Not as good as Hongye."

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni: "..."

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