"What are you looking for?"
The woodcutter asked subconsciously.
...
"Black Monster."
The young scholar replied without raising his head.
...
woodcutter:……
He wanted to hit himself.
Isn't this what they came here for?
He is fine.
I actually forgot.
...
Mainly, he really doesn't think that young scholars can find black monsters.
No.
It's because he doesn't think he can see the black monster.
Who can see other people's fantasies?
...
The woodcutter followed the young scholar around and stopped.
He watched his face become more and more anxious.
He sighed in his heart.
But he didn't say anything.
If the young scholar could realize that the black monster was just his imagination...
That is naturally the best result.
...
"No...no..."
The young scholar murmured in a hurry.
"Are you not here?"
In fact, he might have guessed this.
But when he really faced this possibility, he still felt disappointed.
...
"……are u there?"
The young scholar whispered.
"You were here just now."
"come out."
"come out!"
"You haven't given me an explanation."
"You made me miserable..."
"asshole!"
The young scholar pounded the edge of the well with force.
Hiss ~
The young scholar grinned.
it hurts.
...
The young scholar touched his hand, his face full of reluctance.
...
The frowned folds of the woodcutter's brow were a little deeper.
He rarely sees such intense emotions on his younger brother's face.
My younger brother has always been a silent and restrained person.
But it's not gloomy.
The bookish spirit makes people feel peaceful and peaceful.
Sometimes he wonders how a family like them could raise such a gentle brother?
Then he would sigh: It turns out that it is good to study.
This temperament looks delightful.
...
The younger brother in front of him made him feel a little strange.
The bookish spirit faded.
There was even a bit of hostility between the eyebrows and eyes.
...
"You come out!"
The young scholar suddenly screamed.
The sound of rain was suppressed.
"come out!"
...
The voice of the young scholar echoed in the sound of the rain.
...
The young scholar suddenly ran away.
...
"younger brother!"
Caught off guard, the woodcutter did not keep up in time.
The young scholar was exposed to the rain.
...
The woodcutter frowned fiercely.
I have been wet for a few days and I don’t know my health.
Now we are in the rain.
This guy really doesn't take his body seriously...
...
The woodcutter was very angry.
I'm even more worried.
My brother’s problem needs to be solved as soon as possible.
Delay it again...
My brother's condition is getting worse and worse...
...
The woodcutter strode to catch up with the young scholar.
...
"You come out!"
The young scholar wiped the rain from his face.
The blurry vision became clearer.
He shouted.
"come out!"
"I know you're here!"
"come out!"
...
"younger brother!"
The woodcutter reached out and grabbed the young scholar's arm.
"Enough!"
...
"elder brother!"
The young scholar struggled subconsciously.
"Let go!"
"You wait a little longer..."
"I'll find it soon."
......
"You can't find it."
The woodcutter's voice was filled with sighs.
The young scholar lets him shake his hand away.
"Don't look for it."
"Why are you looking for it?"
...
The young scholar's eyes were quite fierce.
"Of course, it's settled the score!"
"It made me lose the exam!"
“It speaks without faith!”
"It's playing tricks on me!"
...
"But it saved you too."
The woodcutter thought that he would follow his younger brother first and ask him to give up looking for the black monster before talking about it.
...
The young scholar was stunned.
...
“Isn’t it?”
The woodcutter looked at the young scholar, "This is what you said yourself."
"You fell into the well."
"It saved you."
...
The young scholar opened his mouth.
That's right.
This is what he said.
Although he had no basis, after all, he had seen nothing, but he was inexplicably sure...
The black monster saved him.
...
The black monster saved his life...
...
The young scholar was suddenly a little discouraged.
yes.
What is better than his life?
...
Even if the black monster tricked him...
Make him like a fool... complacent and proud...
The more complacent he was at that time, he was prouder...
The more I find that I fail the exam, the more I can’t accept it.
It seemed like he was slapped hard on his face.
The scorching pain.
The pain even spread to his limbs.
It made him feel like he was beaten up all over his body.
...
but……
The black monster saved him.
With this...
He seemed to smile at the black monster and forget his grudges...
...
The young scholar clenched his fists.
He is unwilling to give up...
“…you come out.”
The tone of the young scholar became much calmer.
"I want to see you again."
...
"younger brother."
The woodcutter shook his head.
“It has left.”
“Don’t you always see it at home?”
"Let's go home."
"You prepare some food as before."
"Maybe it will appear."
“Isn’t it?”
...
The young scholar was stunned.
Um.
He nodded slowly.
This is a solution.
...
"Let's go."
The woodcutter held the young scholar's arm.
"Let's go home."
...
Seeing the young scholar hesitating in place, the woodcutter looked around and looked around.
"The owner of the house will come later."
"He'll get angry when he sees us."
"Maybe I'll report to the official."
"Say we're trespassing in a house."
"You don't want to stay in the dungeon of the government, don't you?"
….
The young scholar was a little moved.
As a scholar, I never want to go to the dungeon.
...
"Go away."
Seeing that the young scholar's face was a little shaken, the woodcutter immediately struck while the iron was hot and pulled the young scholar directly to the door of the house.
"go home."
"Let your sister-in-law make you something delicious."
"Smell the fragrance..."
“It will come out.”
...
The woodcutter felt that no matter what, he would take the person home first.
The money at inns is not cheap.
The young scholar failed this time and needed to continue working hard next.
There are many places to spend money.
Save where you can.
...
Moreover, the appearance of young scholars is not suitable for others to see now.
Thinking of the owner of the house who saw the young scholar's embarrassing appearance before, the woodcutter was a little worried.
I hope the owner of the house will not talk nonsense everywhere.
The young scholar will come here again in the future.
If there are bad rumors...
That's not a good thing.
...
The woodcutter suddenly felt a little regretful.
Why didn't he ask the owner of the house not to tell the story about his younger brother at that time...
He might have to give some care to the owner of the house.
But now it has come...
It's useless for him to regret it.
He didn't know where the owner of the house was?
Chapter completed!