Spirit Hotel

Smar and Jesse lay on the bed side by side, stiff as wood, waiting silently for what would happen.

But Jesse didn't do anything, just asked lightly, "Are you magical?"

Smarr stayed blank and said honestly, "Yes."

"So you're using magic to wood your body?"

"No." As if to verify his words, he specifically moved his arms, and his shoulders were held down.

Smar looked at Jesse, who suddenly appeared above him, and his pupils suddenly enlarged.

Jesse slowly leaned down and gently kissed his forehead. "Good night, Lane."

...

Lane.

Smarr's rapid breathing suddenly choked.

How can you forget that they met from ‘Lane’ and started with a lie.

...

'good night. ’

He lay down for a long time before he quietly answered in his heart.

※※※

The next day was bright, and Smar was called by Jesse.

"Breakfast is on the table, and gathers in the pharmacy for three minutes." Jesse threw an obscure overall on his head.

Small grabbed his clothes stupidly and held them.

This dress was the work clothes he obtained the first day as a slave. In the words of Jesse at the time, it was durable and durable. It is really patience, because it seems to look like a feeling-not gray, not soiled.

The medicine garden is the place where the witches cultivate various plants for making witch medicine, and it is also one of his many works.

Jesse was not there when he arrived.

He looked out of the garden and was immediately spotted by the people inside.

"What are you doing here ?!" A tall Wu man came out with scissors.

Smal remembers this person. His name was Nicola and he hadn't waited to see him before.

"I'm waiting for Jesse."

Nikola sneered: "Aren't you trying to steal the Witchcraft recipe?"

Smar glanced at him and said, "If I were to steal, it would have been stolen a thousand years ago."

"Yeah, a thousand years ago." Nikola gritted his teeth. "Who knows if you stole it?"

Smal's hands and feet were cold.

If he and Jesse are in a different place, and Jesse comes to the elven world incognito to approach him incognito, he should also suspect that Jesse has other plans.

So did Jesse think so?

"Hello!" Nikola shoved him sharply. "Why not speak? Guts?"

Small raised his eyes and said, "If you have evidence that I stole it, take it out. If not, don't be crooked."

Nikola didn't quite understand the meaning of the word "Waiwei", but by looking at Smal's face and tone, he knew that it was definitely not a good word. "Huh! Why do you think the patriarch took you back this time? Don't you think that you will still be troubled by you like before? If so, then the patriarch's status may not be maintained!

Small was shocked. "What did you say?"

"Here is the Witch tribe. Even the patriarch must succumb to the resolution of the Presbyterian Church." Nikola raised her lips. "You know who my father is?"

...

Elder Shepard.

Smaller answered silently in his heart.

When Nikola saw him silent, thinking that he was scared, he was about to count a few words, but when he looked up to see the faces of the people behind him, his mouth closed with a sense of purpose. At that moment, he bowed his head and hurriedly walked towards the garden.

...

Is this gone?

Smarr, who was thinking about a counterattack, staggered at his hurried back.

"You're two minutes late," Jesse said behind him.

Smar's head flinched suddenly. When he was late, Jesse would punish him for running. Run around the whole village. Since then, he has found that the Witch village occupied a large area of ​​land.

He slowly turned around and forced a smile. "I'm sorry."

Jesse's eyes lightened, and he walked in with the **** in his hand. "This is not the correct answer."

...

correct answer?

Small watched him go to the garden dumbly, standing there thinking hard, thinking to himself: "The correct answer he said would not be ... the bed is too hard, the dream is too long, the sun is too Are you diligent? "

※※※

The garden is divided into four blocks.

Nikola and others occupied three pieces, leaving only three squares of pink, purple, pink, and purple.

"Pull the fuchsia flower uprooted and move it into those empty flower pots." Jesse directed.

"Why?" Smal couldn't help asking.

Jesse stopped and looked at him.

"... Yes." Small lowered his head, and frankly started shaving roots. When he came with Jesse before, he only let him loosen the soil, weed, and water. Is it progress now?

When Jesse saw that he was working hard, he bowed his head and weeded.

What he didn't do for a thousand years, he thought he would be rusty. However, when Smar's hand touched the dirt, he realized that the feel of the exercise at that time was still there.

When things do, thoughts gradually settle down.

time flies.

After lunch and dinner. Since the plants of the Wu people are poisonous or have other functions, they develop the habit of the Wu people who hate eating vegetables. Fortunately, the food given to him was not meat.

Smar also looked specifically into Jesse's bowl, which turned out to be vegetables.

Thinking of the last time he ate meat, Jesse said, he suddenly felt that the rotten, pale and unpalatable dishes cooked in his mouth were delicious.

The sun is setting.

Nikola and others have packed their tools and gone.

Smar watched Jesse standing up.

"Let's go."

"Um." Simal raised his hand to remove the bangs that fell on his forehead, but was blocked by Jesse. "Itches." He complained dissatisfied, only to find out how the complaining sounded like coquettishness.

Jesse lowered his head, gently banged his bangs with his mouth, and printed a kiss. "Are you itchy?"

"No, it doesn't itch." It was so hot that no one could feel itching.

"Come back tomorrow."

"... Okay." He bowed his head and squatted on the ground unconsciously, drawing a circle, with an inexplicable expectation in his heart.

※※※

Life was so bland and unpredictable for three days.

But from the fourth day, Jesse became very busy, and even occasionally came to work in the garden with him, he was very quiet.

Smar wanted to ask questions, but whenever he saw Nikola's gaze, he seemed to remind himself of the suspect's identity, and swallowed it back to his mouth.

On the seventh day, Jesse didn't even show up at night, and Nicola looked more and more angry at him. Even as slow as he was, Smar knew that the witch was in trouble. But what happened? Shi Feixia, they rescued Hughes? Did the emperor come to save him?

He stared blankly at the fewer and fewer flowers in the soil and the more and more full flower pots.

...

When he was thinking there alone for a long time, but the sun was still hanging high in the sky, he realized that there was no Jesse and the time was so long.

On the ninth day, Elder Gur came.

His signature white hair, white eyebrows and white beards seemed to melt in the sun.

"Have you been here?" His smile was still kind.

Now that Elder Gul can laugh, things shouldn't be too bad. Smarr was slightly relieved.

"Still missing home?" Elder Gul reached out and patted the dirt on his sleeve.

Simal Qiang laughed: "Even if you want to, you can't go back?"

Elder Gul said, "What if I could go back?"

Small froze. These days he has been thinking about Jesse and the Witch, and he can hardly remember going home.

Elder Gur touched his hair, meaning: "Man should learn to cherish from owning, not to repent from losing."

Smar nodded his head a bit, "Yeah, I really should cherish it."

As soon as Elder Gul wanted to approve, he listened to him and said, "The Elves are where I should go."

"..." Elder Gul held his beard speechless for a long time before coughing. "It's not early, you go back."

"But it's not time today."

"Just half an hour, it's okay." Elder Gul said, "If Jesse dares to use this to embarrass you, you can ask him to come to me with a drawing board."

The draw board is used by the Witch to perform spanking and spanking.

Smal had to take orders.

Back in his hut, Jesse was there.

Small resisted the inexplicable smile and whispered, "How do you ..."

"Dirty."

Smar's smile flinched back.

"I'm not going to wash it yet," Jesse said flatly.

Smarr whispered and walked down to the bathroom.

He washed quickly because he wasn't sure how long Jesse would stay this time.

But when he stepped out of the bathroom, Jesse was lighting candles in the living room.

"What's this?" Smar looked at him in surprise while drying his hair with wind magic.

"Candle." Jesse beckoned, and the rattan hanging on the wall turned off the light automatically.

The sky outside was very dark, warming by the candlelight in the room.

"I know it's a candle, but ..." Smar looked at the food on the table-tortillas, peanut crisps, sago, blueberry jelly ... all he liked.

Jesse poured two glasses of wine.

The wine color is pure, just like mineral water. But Smarr recognized it as the snow honey, the strongest of all the witches.

"you……"

"Rest assured, I mixed in water." Jesse put the cup in front of him, and sat across from his position.

Smarr hesitated to sit down.

"Eat something before you drink."

Looking at the inexhaustible exhaustion on Jesse's face, Simmar ate in concert.

It probably looked like he filled it out. Jesse slowly raised his glass. "I wish you all the best."

Smaller took the cup's hand, "What?"

Jesse had already drank the wine first.

"What did you say goes all the way?" Smal had a vague feeling in his heart.

"Don't you want to go home?" Jessy taunted.

The hand holding the cup feet slowly retracted, and Smar narrowed his lips and smiled strongly, "Of course I think."

"Cheers." He motioned for the empty glass.

Smar pushed the edge of the cup to his lips.

The glass was cold and the wine was cold. He felt his heart was chilling, but the wine was so hot that his throat immediately burned, sending all the heat to his face.

Jesse saw Smarr flushed like an apple, and shook his head warily, and explained lightly: "I said I added water, but I didn't say how much water."