Blue Star.

Jiangnan, Wucheng.

Afternoon.

The sun is warm.

Xun Mu sat on the balcony while touching his stomach.

drop!

The phone screen flashed, and it was Qi Yan's news.

There are only two words: come to the store.

"Okay, Miss Qi, I'm bored again."

Xun Mu got up.

By the way.

He was going to the library to borrow some books on self-cultivation and self-cultivation to see if he could use the "Big Sun Meditation Method" as a model to deduce better spiritual secrets.

...

Wucheng is still the familiar small town.

The afternoon sun shines in circles of light and shadow, white towers, streams, black-sailed boats...

Everything is shining.

On the path paved with bluestone, the halo flows, the color becomes dark and slightly drunk.

‘Maybe, in which car you pass by, a beautiful girl will jump off and let me catch her!’

Xun Mu thought divergently.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed...

There is no Huolala in Blue Star, and there is probably no such driver in the small town of Wucheng.

...

Sanwei Bookstore.

Xun Mu held a stack of books such as "Sitting and Forgetful Sutra", "Clearing Heart", "Ice Heart Mantra" in his left hand, and a bag of persimmon cakes bought on the road with his right hand, and a bunch of "Stars" in his arms.

Qi Yan sat on the second floor as always.

She had just taken a shower, and her skin, which was as white as porcelain, looked a little rosy at this moment; her long hair that had not been blown away was still covered with water vapor; her white clothes made them look darker and brighter.

How to describe it?

Well, it's just the kind of 'girls envy, boys want to bury their faces when they see it'.

Qi Yan held her hair in her left hand and a hair dryer in her right hand, looking down: "Here's here?"

The sound is as clear as jade, as if big beads fall on the jade plate.

"Miss Qi summons me, let alone weekends, even if you are in the sky, you have to come here!"

Xun Mu was joking.

He placed a stack of books on the counter, inserted the "Stars" into the vase, and then he carried the persimmon cake to the second floor.

I only found out...

There is not only Qi Yan here, but also a little Qi Xin and a cat.

——Little Qi Xin is Qi Yan’s cousin, eight years old; the cat is Qi Yan’s cat, named Donggua.

In front of Qi Yan, there is an easel with various pigments on the side; next to the easel is a small stove.

On the small stove, the pot of water was gurgling, and snow-white pear slices were rumbling up and down, emitting a sweet fragrance!

And Xiao Qixin, wearing suspenders and the cat named "Winter Melon", stared at the small stove...

Been controlled.

Xun Mu laughed and patted "Little Qi Xin" in the head.

"ah!"

Xiao Qixin's eyes rolled and she raised her head.

——The strong control skill is interrupted.

"Brother Mu!"

The little girl rushed up enthusiastically.

"promise!"

Xun Mu stuffed a piece of persimmon cake.

So, the little girl was dominated by food again!

"Meow!"

"Winter Melon" looked up and looked at the stupid bipolar beast.

Xun Mu also put a piece for it.

This is the case.

"Winter Melon" nodded with satisfaction, and jumped aside with the persimmon cake in his mouth.

"Puff my hair."

Qi Yan stretched lazily, outlining beautiful curves.

"OK!"

Xun Mu twisted up a strand of slender and straight hair, which felt moist and was still a bit far from drying.

He first used his own hands to try the temperature and humidity of the hair dryer and adjust it to the appropriate gear.

Then.

Gently pull the long hair, hold the hair dryer in the other hand, and blow it a little further away.

"Um!"

Qi Yan stretched out his slender fingers and pinched a persimmon cake dyed with white frost, eating elegantly and calmly.

"Is it tasty?"

Xun Mu asked.

"good."

Qi Yan's beautiful eyes were bent into crescent moons: "The main reason is that someone blows his hair and his hands are no longer sore."

Xun Mu:...

Boss, will your conscience hurt if you say this?

...

soon.

Blow-dry hair.

Qi Yan was drawing on the second floor, touching the pen tip to the drawing paper, making a subtle rustling sound;

Xiao Qixin sucked her mouth and continued to be controlled by the stove, waiting for the stewed pear to mature;

The 'Winter Melon' was dozing lazily, and its tail shaking gently, making rumbles from time to time.

Xun Mu?

He flipped through the borrowed books, quiet and leisurely.

Time passes quietly like this.

until--

A fat woman, holding a corgi, urinated at the door of the bookstore.

Xun Mu:щ(???)щ

He is a magnanimous and qualified person, and he doesn't plan to do anything, he just plans to wait for the fat woman to leave...

Clean silently.

Well, I actually don’t want the trash people to ruin their mood today.

but--

The fat woman was so eager that she pulled the pet dog, as if she was ready to come in.

"Sorry, the bookstore is not open to the public during holidays!"

Xun Mu's profession smirk.
To be continued...