Small and Jesse lay side by side on the bed, stiff as a log, waiting silently for what happened next.
But Jesse didn't do anything, just asked lightly, "Do you know wood magic?"
Small was stunned and said honestly, "Yes."
"So you're using magic to turn your body into wood?"
"No." As if to verify his words, he moved his arms specially, and then his shoulders were pressed.
Small looked at Jesse who suddenly appeared above him, his pupils dilated suddenly.
Jesse leaned down slowly and gently branded a kiss on his forehead, "Good night, Ryan."
…
Lane.
Small's rapid breathing suddenly choked.
How can I forget, they met from 'Lane', starting with a lie.
…
'Good night. '
After Jesse lay down for a long time, he answered quietly in his heart.
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At dawn the next day, Smar was called up by Jesse.
"Breakfast on the table, meet in the medicine garden in three minutes." Jesse threw a gray overalls over his head.
Small dazedly grabbed his clothes and was stunned.
This dress was the overalls he got on his first day as a slave. In the words of Jesse at the time, it is durable and durable. It's really attractive, because it looks like a feeling - not as gray as autumn, not as dusty as dirt.
The medicine garden is where the witch people cultivate various plants for making witch medicine, and it is also one of his many jobs at the beginning.
Jesse was not there when he arrived.
He looked in from the outside of the garden, and was immediately discovered by the people inside.
"What are you looking at here?!" A tall Wu ethnic man came out with scissors.
Small remembers the man. His name was Nicola, and he had been very unpleasant to see him before.
"I'm waiting for Jesse."
Nicola sneered: "Don't you want to steal the magic recipe of the witch tribe?"
Small glanced at him and said, "If I wanted to steal, I would have stolen it a thousand years ago."
"Yeah, a thousand years ago." Nicola gritted her teeth, "Who knows if you stole it in the first place?"
Small's hands and feet were cold.
If he and Jesse were in different places, and Jesse came to the spirit world incognito to approach him, he would suspect that Jesse had other plans.
So does Jesse think the same way
"Hey!" Nicola shoved him abruptly, "Why don't you speak? Guilty?"
Small raised his eyes and said, "If you have evidence that I stole it, take it out. If not, don't chirp."
Nicola didn't quite understand the meaning of the word chirp, but looking at Smal's face and tone, he knew that it was definitely not a good word. "Humph! Why do you think the patriarch has brought you back this time? Do you think you will continue to make trouble with you as before? If so, then the position of the patriarch may not be preserved!"
Small was shocked: "What did you say?"
"This is the Witch Clan, and even the patriarch must submit to the resolution of the Presbyterian Council." Nicola raised her lips, "Do you know who my father is?"
…
Elder Shepard.
Small answered silently in his heart.
Seeing that he was silent, Nicola thought he was frightened, and was about to make a few remarks, but when she looked up and saw the face of the person behind him, her mouth closed wisely. At the moment, he shrank his head and hurriedly walked into the garden.
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So go away
Small, who was thinking of counterattack, looked at his hurried back in amazement.
"You're two minutes late," Jesse said behind him.
Small's head shrank immediately. At first when he was late, Jesse would punish him for running. Run around the whole village. Since then, he discovered that the original Wu village occupied a large piece of land.
He turned around slowly and forced a smile, "I'm sorry."
Jesse's eyes sank slightly, and he walked in with the hoe in his hand, "This is not the correct answer."
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correct answer
Small stared blankly at him walking into the garden, stood there and thought hard, and said to himself: "The correct answer he said should be... The bed is too hard, the dream is too long, the sun is too diligent Bar?"
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The garden is divided into four blocks.
Nicola and others occupied three blocks, leaving only the squares of pink, purple, pink, and purple.
"Uproot the fuchsia flowers and move them into those empty pots," Jesse instructed.
"Why?" Small couldn't help asking.
Jesse stopped and turned his head to look at him.
"...Yes." Small bowed his head and resignedly began to shave the roots. When he came with Jesse before, he would only let him loosen the soil, weed, and water. Is it progress now
When Jesse saw that he was working seriously, he lowered his head and weeded the grass.
What he hasn't done in a thousand years, he thinks will be unfamiliar. But when Small's hand touched the soil, he realized that the feel he had developed at that time was still there.
When there is something to do, the thoughts gradually settle down.
time flies.
After lunch and dinner. Because the plants of the Wu people are poisonous or have other effects, they develop the habit of the Wu people to hate eating vegetables. Fortunately, the food given to him was not meat.
Small also looked specifically at Jesse's bowl, and it turned out to be vegetables.
Thinking of what Jesse said when he ate pureed meat last time, he suddenly felt that the rotten, bland and unpalatable dishes in his mouth were actually delicious.
sunset.
Nicola and others have packed up their tools and left.
Small watched Jesse stand up.
"Let's go."
"Yeah." Small raised his hand to wipe away the bangs that fell on his forehead, but was blocked by Jesse's hand. "Itching." He complained dissatisfiedly, only to realize that this complaint sounded like a spoiled child.
Jesse bowed his head, blew his bangs lightly with his mouth, and pressed a kiss. "Is it still itchy?"
"No, it's not itchy anymore." It was astonishingly hot, where can I still feel itchy or not.
"Come back tomorrow."
"...Okay." He bowed his head and unconsciously squatted on the ground to draw a circle, with an indescribable expectation in his heart.
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Life passed three days in such a smooth and turbulent way.
But from the fourth day onwards, Jesse gradually became busy, and even if he occasionally came to work with him in the garden, he was very quiet.
Small wanted to ask a question, but every time he saw Nicola's gaze, it was as if he was reminding himself of the identity of a spy suspect, and he swallowed the words again.
On the seventh day, Jesse didn't even show up at night, and Nicola looked at him with more and more resentment. No matter how slow he was, Smal knew that something had happened to the witches. But what happened? Feisha and the others rescued Hughes? Or did the emperor come to rescue him
He stared blankly at the fewer and fewer flowers in the soil and the more and more full of flowerpots, but he couldn't even feel a little bit of excitement in his heart.
…
When he was alone thinking about it for a long time, but the sun was still high in the sky, he realized that without Jesse, the time was so long.
On the ninth day, Elder Gul came.
His trademark white hair, white eyebrows and white beard seemed to melt in the sun.
"Have you had a good time here?" His smile was still kind.
Since Elder Gul can still laugh, things shouldn't be too bad. Small was slightly relieved.
"Still homesick?" Elder Gul reached out and patted the soil off his sleeve.
Small said with a strong smile: "Even if you want to, you can't go back, right?"
Elder Gu said: "What if I can go back?"
Small was stunned. For the past few days, he has been thinking about Jesse and the Wu clan, and he can hardly think of going home.
Elder Guer touched his hair and said meaningfully: "People should learn to cherish from possession, not to know regret from loss."
Smal nodded with understanding: "Yes, I should really cherish it."
Just as Elder Gul wanted to applaud, he heard him continue: "The elves are where I should go."
"..." Elder Gul held his beard silently for a long time before coughing, "It's getting late, you go back."
"But today is not the time."
"It's only half an hour, it doesn't matter." Elder Gul said, "If Jesse dares to embarrass you with this matter, you can ask him to come to me with a drawing board."
The kick board is used by the Wu people to spank when they enforce the clan rules.
Small had to obey.
Back in his cabin, Jesse was there.
Small suppressed the inexplicable smile and whispered, "How do you..."
"It's dirty."
Small's smile suddenly shrank back.
"I haven't washed it yet." Jesse's tone was flat.
Small responded in a low voice and walked towards the bathroom with his head down.
He washed quickly because he wasn't sure how long Jesse would stay this time.
But when he came out of the bathroom, Jesse was lighting candles in the living room.
"What is this?" Small looked at him in surprise while drying his hair with wind magic.
"Candle." Jesse beckoned, and the rattan hanging on the wall automatically turned off the light.
The sky outside was not completely dark, and the candlelight in the house made it extraordinarily warm.
"I know it's candles, but..." Small looked at the food on the table—tortillas, peanut butter, sago, blueberry jelly... all his favorite things.
Jesse poured two glasses of wine.
The wine is pure, like mineral water. But Smal recognized that this was the snow mead, the strongest of all the wines of the Wu clan.
"you… "
"Don't worry, I mixed it with water." Jesse put the cup in front of him, then sat across from his seat.
Small hesitated to sit down.
"Eat first and then drink."
Seeing the inadvertent exhaustion on Jesse's face, Small ate cooperatively.
Presumably seeing that he had almost filled it up, Jesse slowly raised his glass, "Good luck to you."
Small's hand holding the cup paused, "What?"
Jesse had already drank the wine first.
"What did you say is going well?" Small had a bad premonition in his heart.
"Don't you want to go home?" Jesse sneered at the corners of his mouth.
The hand holding the foot of the cup slowly indented, Small pursed his lips, and forced a smile: "Of course I do."
"Cheers." He gestured to the empty cup.
Small brought the rim of the glass to his lips.
The glass was cold, and the wine was also cold, and he felt that his heart was also chilling, but the wine flowed into his throat like a fire, and all the heat rushed to his face.
Seeing that Smal's face was as red as an apple, Jesse shook his head with scattered eyes, and explained lightly, "I said it was mixed with water, but I didn't say how much."