[Nao and the others like the little disciples you accepted very much, especially Mitsuki, but Mayu is not very close to them. ]
[You and Moyou's relationship is getting closer and closer. You take care of many of her things, including attending the school visit. You can see that Moyou is very happy about your arrival.]
[After she turned eight, Moyou's enthusiasm for planting declined. She only kept two boxes of bean sprouts that were originally scattered throughout the studio, and returned most of the land in the backyard to Huaer.]
[She has grown a year older and learned some things. She knows that although the money for buying vegetables is not small for you and her family, it is not much either. At the same time, she found something else to do.]
[She persuaded you to stop paying for the cleaning service and let her help you clean the studio.]
[You agreed to her request, and in exchange, you asked her what she wanted.]
[She asked for a maid outfit that was convenient for work. You thought she would like the novel and cute pink, but she insisted on the Victorian black and white style.]
A series of memory scenes appeared in Nan Youxi's mind.
These memory videos are very short, and the scenes are different. They are in the corridor, the living room, the yard, and almost everywhere in the studio. The scenes in the videos are all girls in small maid costumes, dusting, mopping the floor, picking up debris, washing things...
The girl did her housework seriously and skillfully, like a professional maid. Only when she ran with her skirt lifted up from one cleaning battlefield to the next did she show her youthfulness and liveliness.
After a short segment of memory, a long segment appears.
In the tea room, Minami Youxi drank green tea and watched Moyu arranging the tea cans.
The retro maid outfit wrapped the girl's body tightly, leaving only her small face and two hands exposed. The black and white skirt made her face look somewhat serious. She picked up each tea can, carefully distinguished them, and arranged them carefully.
Nan Youxi was sitting at the tea table, and her delicate profile could be seen.
The cabinet for tea leaves was quite high. The girl's shiny black leather shoes were placed on a square stool, and the hem of her skirt swayed with her movements.
"Why do I need a maid outfit?" Nan Youxi asked the question that had been bothering her for a long time.
Moyou turned her head to look at him and continued to place the tea cans. Her voice was childish, but it sounded loud because of the admiration it contained: "Because the maid is amazing!"
"Very powerful?" The image of a maid taking out a rocket launcher from under her skirt flashed before Nan Youxi's eyes.
"A maid can do all the housework, including cleaning, cooking, sewing, and keeping the house clean."
"Does Mayu admire maids?"
"Yeah!" Moyou put away the last tea can and closed the cabinet door: "If I can do all the housework well, grandpa and grandma won't have to work so hard when they come back."
The light beside the girl was a little dazzling, and a few birds suddenly flew past the window, crossing the blue sky. The wind blew in, ruffling the girl's soft black hair and playfully pulling the lace of the girl's maid outfit.
This black and white, old-fashioned, cold maid outfit brought some warmth. Nan Youxi looked at the girl and felt pity for her.
After checking the cabinet, the girl slowly squatted down on the square stool, bent one leg, knelt on the stool, and stretched the other foot down. She was only paying attention to the height of the ground and forgot about the hem of her skirt. When she stepped on the ground, her skirt got hooked on the corner of the stool.
Her skirt pulled at her waist. She was afraid that her clothes would be torn, so she wanted to turn back and go back to the stool. However, she had already jumped down, so how could she go back in a way that violated the laws of physics
Her hesitation was evident in her foot as it landed. Her slender leg could not keep its foot firmly on the ground. Her ankle swayed and her body, along with the stool, fell to the side.
"Eh?!"
Mayu screamed in fright. She looked at the tatami mat that was getting closer and closer to her, and she still didn't understand what was going on.
When the ground was close to her, she felt her neck tighten and her falling momentum was stopped.
Nan Youxi grabbed the girl's collar and pulled her up.
"Be careful," he said.
"Thank you." Moyu looked at the fallen stool and felt scared.
This belated fear gave rise to a belated sense of relief. She straightened the collar of her clothes that Nan Youxi had just grabbed, and looked at the man in front of her.
The man was leaning over to hold a stool. In the past, she had to look up to see the man's face, but now it was the same height as her.
She saw the man's broad forehead, which was flat, like the cloth on a fan, smooth and white. She wondered if he was really from her father's generation. Her father's forehead had fine lines and he looked old, but he didn't look old at all.
She thought back to a few weeks ago when the shop was busy and her grandfather and his family were unable to spare the time, so the man went to pick her up from school. Her classmates asked if he was her brother.
Several girls shamelessly surrounded the man and asked him if he was a celebrity. Afterwards, they privately acted like adults and discussed what kind of little idiot the man was.
He is obviously an old dog.
Why don’t you age at all
The girl had deep doubts in her heart. This doubt was mixed with a little joy, and it was this joy that pushed her doubts. Just like the rich people on TV who suddenly sighed that they only had money and doubted what money could bring, this doubt was a kind of show-off and a kind of joy.
She liked this man who was more handsome than the stars in magazines, and she didn't want him to grow old.
She thought, no wonder her mother asked her to call the man brother. It would be inappropriate to call him uncle!
"Huh? Why are you staring at me?" Nan Youxi stood up and noticed the girl's gaze.
"Nothing." Moyu looked away. She often watched housewife dramas with her grandmother and had learned to be shy from the electronic screen.
She changed the subject: "Why did my brother grab my collar? In the story, we were clearly hugged like a princess! My neck was hurting because of the collar."
"Because Mayu is like a black and white cat. Would you carry a cat like a princess? For a cat, you just need to grab her by the scruff of the neck." Minami Youxi stretched out her hand and scratched the girl's chin.
"I'm not a cat!" The girl leaped back and nimbly dodged Nan Youxi's fingers.
The moment her hand fell, she felt a little lost. The man's fingers were delicate and gentle, and it felt good to scratch her chin, but she refused the chance to feel comfortable.
Regret flashed through her heart. She thought, even if she lost the chance to enjoy herself, she had to firmly reject the man. Scratching her chin was nothing. She was not a cat!
Sticking out her tongue at Minami Yuki, Mayu turned around and ran out.
Pushing open the sliding door of the tea room, she suddenly thought of something and ran back to Nan Youxi's side.
"What are you doing?" Nan Youxi sat at the tea table, holding a cup of tea, and looked at the girl sideways.
The girl didn't answer. She snatched the teacup from Nan Youxi's hand, put a finger into the cup, and used the tip of her finger dipped in tea to smear it on Nan Youxi's cheek.
"Isn't it makeup?" she murmured.
"What makeup?" Nan Youxi was confused.
"Did my brother lie about his age?"
"No matter how you think about it, there's no reason for that, right?"
"Want to act mature or something?"
"I'm not that naive."
"That's a monster? Is it immortal or is it wearing human skin?"
"What did you suddenly think of?"
"The wind is a bit strong, can you please close the window?"
"You're trying to trick me into the sunshine on the windowsill? I won't turn into ash like a vampire!"
"He's obviously an uncle, this is unscientific."
Moyu rubbed the man's cheek again without giving up, but she got no other feedback except the soft and delicate touch. She put down her hand, drank the tea in the cup, and left with doubts.
[In a year, you watched her grow, and she watched you, but could not find any changes. ]
[She suspects that you are an immortal monster.]
Looking at the simulated text, Nan Youxi pinched her nose.
Why is it called the immortal monster? Is it my fault that I look young
No, I should say I will grow younger in the future. I am indeed very young now.
He let out a long sigh. After experiencing this memory scene, his inner uneasiness dissipated a lot.
He has been worried until now, fearing that his relationship with Mayu would go astray. After all, the word "love" is prefixed to this simulator.
He and Mayu are thirty years apart in age... No, in this simulation, they are more than twenty years apart.
This is already a generation difference!
Although it is not uncommon for older men to marry younger women in real life, and there are even many international celebrities who do so, he cannot accept it when it happens to him.
The last memory scene was just the first meeting with Moyu, and he was not quite sure. This memory scene was after a year of getting along, and their relationship was already very close. The emotions at this time could be used to make a judgment.
The emotions that come from this memory scene are warmth and love, nothing else.
As expected of him, he always upholds love and justice.
He looked back at the name of the simulator and thought, is love such a narrow concept? How can it be limited to the relationship between a man and a woman
Liking your relatives, liking your friends, liking an inanimate object, liking an animal, or even liking a certain scenery can all be considered love!
It should be okay...right
These are just his wishful thinking, and he has no idea what this simulator is really like.
But he knew himself, and he treated Mozi as his daughter. As long as he had this, it should be enough.
Turning his head to look at the photo on the bedside table, the scene of Mayu wearing a maid outfit in his memory flashed through his mind again.
The photo of Momoko in a sailor suit on the cabinet was nice at first, but now it’s a little bland.
Save up some simulation times and redeem a photo of the maid Mayu!
He continued to look at the simulation interface.
[The girl carefully observed your living habits. She followed the cook in your studio and made dishes containing a small amount of garlic, and watched you eat them.]
[She touches your toes gently with her fingers dipped in two grains of salt.]
[She takes advantage of you working and dangles a Buddha statue in front of your door.]
[She also secretly recited a few verses of scripture beside you while you were taking a nap.]
[There are also talismans, holy water, crosses, etc. She only tries a little each time. ]
[You asked her with a smile, why do you only use so few exorcism props each time, and only recite a small part of the sutra each time, what if the amount is too little and the effect is not enough? ]
[The girl said tangledly that she just wanted to test whether you were a monster, and didn’t want to kill you.]
[You laughed heartily, pinched her face, and punished her to go with you to the festival at Minayoshi Shrine.]
[You didn't expect that the festival would make a girl nervous. She was as alert as a hare that smelled the scent of its natural enemy.]
A small memory scene appeared.
The sedan chair carrying the priest was moved forward, with the sound of sacred music played by drums resounding all around. The chosen young man, wearing a loincloth, followed behind, carrying a huge sacred tree.
Nan Youxi held Moyu's hand, and he lowered his head to look at the girl with a serious expression.
"What are you looking at me for?" he asked.
"Brother, don't you feel dizzy and weak in your hands and feet?"
"No."
"Do you feel mentally weakened?"
"I already told you I'm not a monster."
Nan Youxi sighed helplessly. He smiled, put his palm on the girl's head and ruffled her hair.
"Sorry." Moyu felt relieved. She held Nan Youxi's hand tightly and looked at the team walking away.
She didn't see anything just now, she was just looking at the man next to her.
"I'm sorry to trouble my brother," she said frustratedly.
It was last month that she thought the man might be a monster. After a month of trying, she had clearly denied this suspicion. But when she arrived at the shrine, saw the festival procession, listened to the Kagura, watched the priests, and smelled the fragrance of the sacred tree, she couldn't help but worry.
She thought that even if it was her brother, he would find it troublesome to be suspected for so long.
"It doesn't matter. I'm actually a little happy."
"Um?"
Minami Youxi's words confused Moyu. She didn't understand why her brother would be happy when he was misunderstood.
She thought of a story told by her desk mate at school. She said that her father liked to be scolded by her and her mother. This is a physique called masochism. Could it be that her brother also has this physique
If my brother asked me to scold him, would I do so
Baga Han Tai has no way to compete
It's really rude to say that. But if it's my brother's request...
Nan Youxi didn't know that the girl's misunderstanding of him had evolved from a monster to a worse existence. He was telling the girl the truth and he was happy about the girl's suspicion.
Because this doubt does not appear in the form of suspicion.
When the girl saw the festival procession, she felt scared and worried. She was not suspecting that Nan Youxi was a monster, but was worried that her brother had been purified by the gods. This worry went beyond suspicion and appeared directly. Suspicion was pushed up to take the blame when she was rationally looking for reasons after worrying.
Nan Youxi thought about his childhood. At that time, whenever he heard the sound of an ambulance, he would worry about his parents for no reason, fearing that the ambulance was heading to his home.
It’s a projection of the fear of losing a loved one.
The fact that Moyu was so worried about him proved that the girl already regarded him as one of her important relatives, which made him happy.
"Let's go to the shrine. The stalls on both sides are already set up!"
Holding Mayu's slender hand, Minami Yuxi walked up the stairs.
After arriving at the shrine and stepping into the torii gate, Mayu became worried again. She kept glancing at Minami Yuxi and looking away when Minami Yuxi looked at her.
"Are you really okay?" she asked carefully.
"Ah!" Nan Youxi covered her chest.
The girl's face turned pale.
"I was kidding." He stood up straight.
"Bad guy!" The girl hit his back angrily.
I didn't expect that I actually finished it. I took the leave for nothing.
(End of this chapter)