Morning Star

Chapter 235: I'm Just a Child

So he gave her some elixirs that would help his injuries and benefit her body. He told her the uses, and in case she forgot, he put a note on the box or small porcelain bottle.

He then put the labeled boxes and bottles in the storage ring that she had returned to her and handed it to her.

He said calmly, "There is no formation. Don't give it back to me."

"Okay, I promise not to return it." She received it and put it in her personal space like a treasure.

But why do I feel like what I'm saying is weird? If I promise not to pay it back, will it be difficult to borrow again?

Mo Xinglan also felt strange after hearing this, but didn't say anything.

After that, he began to teach her some simple medical skills.

This went on for a few days. Mo Xinglan sorted herbs and taught Chujiu in the morning, and made pills to nourish Chujiu and himself in the afternoon. In the evening, he would also check the knowledge Chujiu had mastered.

Chujiu had a bad memory, so she would often write and draw on paper while Mo Xinglan was talking. Sometimes she couldn't remember what Mo Xinglan said once, so she asked him to read it a few more times.

Mo Xinglan sighed after seeing her method of memorizing. He knew that her memory was not very good, but he did not expect that her memory was so bad.

She was quite energetic in the beginning, but she actually fell asleep in the later part.

"..."

Is he talking like hypnosis?

And what were those ghostly drawings she made? Was she sure she would still recognize them in a few days?

One day, after Chujiu finished writing, he raised his somewhat confused eyes and looked at him, and saw that he was looking at the paper with words in front of him with disgust.

After a moment of pause, he regained his consciousness and looked at his own handwriting, feeling a little embarrassed: "We hardly use brushes, and I have never used one before. Besides, some of our characters are not that complicated."

She explained to him hoping he would understand and stop looking at her with such disgust. She was embarrassed. It made her look like a little kid who hadn't learned to write yet.

After a moment of silence, she thought that he should be able to understand her. However, when she looked up, she still saw a look of disgust on his face, as if he still doubted what she said.

She quickly explained, "My handwriting used to be really good. Really, my friends and my parents all praised my handwriting. I'm not lying to you. It's the pen's problem, not mine."

"Did I say I don't believe you?" Mo Xinglan thought it was a little funny that she was trying so hard to explain to him.

Chujiu was stunned for a moment after hearing this, full of confusion: "Then why do you still look so disgusted?"

He sneered: "But your writing is indeed ugly, so I can't dislike it?"

"I..." She opened her lips, feeling like she had no way to defend herself.

Then she felt helpless, innocent, and annoyed, and picked up the pen in her hand to show him: "I also know that what I wrote is ugly, so... point it. What can I do? I have only started using this thing since I came to this world. I don't even know how to use it, and no one has taught me."

The more he spoke, the more aggrieved and annoyed he became. He threw the pen aside and shrugged, "I hate this piece of crap the most. It's so soft and it's not easy to write with. The handwriting is so ugly, and it also stains my hands with ink, which I can't wash off."

Mo Xinglan glanced at the pen she had thrown aside and her ink-stained hand, and after a moment of silence, he sighed, "If you don't like it, then don't use it."

"...But I can't remember it." She was stunned for a moment, then looked up with a look of despair.

He looked at her in silence for a while and took out a book and handed it to her: "Write down what's on this."

Chujiu then looked at the title of the book, Spiritual Herbs.

I see, he wants her to carry the herbs.

From then on, I started to remember the medicinal herbs on the ninth day of the lunar month.

……

Chu Furong and Gao Yashan have been training outside these days and come back every three days.

When they left, they did not take Zhuohua with them. Zhuohua, who stayed behind, took on the task of boiling medicine for Mo Xinglan.

Chu Furong and Gao Yashan came back early that morning.

It just so happened that Mo Xinglan was short of a spiritual herb for the soul-restoring pill he was refining. Chujiu learned that it was late and quickly offered to go out to the spiritual herb shop to buy it for him.

She thought Mo Xinglan would not agree, and that she would need to talk for a long time like she did before, but unexpectedly, after she proposed it, he just lowered his eyes and was silent for a while before agreeing.

At this time, Chujiu was holding Chu Furong's hand and looking here and there.

Seeing that she seemed to be having a lot of fun, Chu Furong reminded her: "Don't forget what you came out for."

Chujiu put down the windmill in his hand, picked up another bamboo dragonfly, and waved his hand: "Oh, don't be anxious, let me play with it for a while."

After saying that, she picked up a rattle and spun it in front of Chu Furong.

The rattle made a crisp thumping sound.

Chu Furong sighed and shook her head helplessly: "These are just for kids to play with, why are you playing with them too?"

Chujiu pouted unconvincedly: "I am just a child."

“……”Chu Furong shook her head helplessly again.

Forget it, I don't want to bother with her.

The two of them walked and played for a while, and Chu Furong couldn't stand her anymore, so she dragged her to the spiritual medicine shop.

"Hey, hey, hey, slow down." Chujiu shouted while being dragged away.

Chu Furong not only did not slow down, but instead quickened her pace: "If we slow down any further, the Soul-Evolving Grass will be gone."

"How could it be sold out so quickly? Didn't Xingxing say there were a lot?" She didn't believe it.

"How do you know if you only listen to what he says and don't go and see for yourself? Besides, can't you buy what you need first and then play?" Chu Furong said unhappily.

After hearing her say this, Chujiu felt that this was also the case.

The two went to the spiritual medicine shop, bought the Soul-Yan Grass, bought some other spiritual medicines and left the shop.

After the purchase, Chujiu was finally able to look around without restraint.

Although Chu Furong is not as playful as Chu Jiu, she is still a girl after all. When she sees some nice headwear, pendants and other items, she will go up to take a look, pick them up and admire them for a while, and buy them if she likes them.

Chujiu walked and stopped until he came to a small jewelry shop, and scanned the shiny jewelry in the shop with shining eyes. He picked up one and exclaimed: "Wow, this is too dazzling."

As he spoke, he subconsciously turned sideways to show Chu Furong: "Second sister, look..."

However, there was no Chu Furong beside her, but a girl who came to see the jewelry like her.

I looked around but couldn't find any trace of Chu Furong.

"Girl, are you going to buy it or not?" The shopkeeper asked doubtfully when he saw that she was holding the bracelet but didn't say whether she wanted to buy it.

Chujiu came back to his senses and smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, I, I won't buy it yet."

He put down the bracelet and turned around to look for someone.

I heard the shopkeeper walking away complaining from behind me: "You're wasting your time looking at the items even if you're not going to buy them."

Although Chujiu heard it, he had no intention of going to argue with him and was only focused on looking for someone.

If she couldn't find Chu Furong, it would probably take some time for her to get back to the inn today.