After returning to the temple, the three of them ate the watermelon that the villagers gave them together.

The old monk taught Chu and Yingzi to sprinkle a little salt before eating watermelon, which would make it sweeter.

In the quiet little village, there is a unique sound in summer evenings. The sound of the wind, cicadas or frogs, echoing gently and lightly in my ears. Eating a watermelon while enjoying the cool air has also become a very pleasant thing.

Sprinkle snowflake-like salt on the red watermelon, and when it is eaten into the mouth, it is a very complicated taste, mixed with salty and sweetness, but after the salty taste passes, the watermelon has indeed become sweeter.

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At night, Chu sat alone in front of the room with her legs in her arms. She didn't want to rest. In theory, she wouldn't be tired.

She raised her head and looked at the galaxy in the night sky. Without clouds, she could see every star flashing. What she was thinking, she didn't think of anything. She just felt that the sky outside the world was really much brighter than the Apostle Wasteland.

It was so bright that her shadow seemed to be ashamed of. Why would there be sin in such a world? So beautiful and bright, with the purity that is far from comparable to the apostle wasteland, why would there be sin?

But I don’t understand it for the first time. Compared to the outside world, the Apostle Wasteland may be the purest or purest, because the Apostle Wasteland only has killing, while the outside world is not.

However, such a peaceful night doesn't necessarily have to think about these things.

"Tread, step, step."

The sound of footsteps passing by the wooden boards sounded around me, and I looked back for the first time.

It was Sakurako walking towards her with a wooden basin, which contained hot water and scattered white mist. Maybe it was hot, Sakurako's face turned slightly red.

"Sakurako, what's wrong?" Chu asked in confusion as he looked at Sakurako's strange appearance.

Sakurako pursed her lips and said in a low voice.

"Start, I'll help you wash your feet. It will be more comfortable to rest after soaking your feet."

"Why should I help me wash my feet?" Chu obviously didn't understand Sakurako's request very well. Her body would clean itself and should not be dirty.

"This is what the abbot said. People should know how to repay kindness. They have always taken care of me, and I can't do anything."

Maybe I was a little embarrassed, Sakurako's voice became lighter and lighter, and finally she was as light as a mosquito.

If the first hearing was not good at the moment, otherwise she would not have heard clearly what she was saying.

It should have been a while before the silence in front of the room was broken.

Chu replied, "I understand."

As she said that, she slowly took off the socks from her feet, lifted up some of the hem of her clothes, revealing her soles and calves.

"Then please."

"Yeah." Sakura nodded and walked to Chu's feet with the wooden basin in his arms.

Chu's feet were not as calluses as ordinary warriors, but were white and slightly pink.

When Sakurako reached out to hold Chu's feet, she was slightly stunning. The feet were very smooth and cool to the touch.

She put Chu's feet in hot water and slowly scrubbed, her face red from time to time.

Chu lowered his head and looked at Sakurako who was helping him wash his feet, unable to explain what he felt.

Sakurako is really a very clean girl. She is like a piece of white paper. She is like whatever color others paint for her.

The water in the wooden basin was warm, and Sakurazi rubbed Chu's soles, making Chu's feet no longer so cold.

"Oh."

Suddenly, Sakurako heard a gentle laugh coming from her face.

She raised her head and happened to see Chu chuckling with her mouth covering her mouth. She looked blankly, her smile was even more beautiful than the most beautiful cherry blossoms she had ever seen.

"Sakurazi, itchy," Chu said with a smile.

She should have no sense of touch anymore, so why did she still feel itchy? She didn't understand.

"Ah, um." Sakurako came to her senses, blushed and lowered her head.

"Then I'll be lighter."

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That summer passed quietly like this, as if there was no trace, but it seemed like there was a lot left behind.

In autumn, the dead leaves fell all over the ground, the cherry blossoms grew taller, and had already grown to Chu's shoulders. Her swordsmanship also improved a lot. Without Chu's efforts, the two of them could already compete with each other.

The crops in the vegetable garden were also ripe. Chu and Yingzi helped the old monk harvest the crops and made some of them into pickles for winter preparation.

Just like an ordinary family, the autumn in Qingxin Temple is busy with ordinary harvests.

In winter, there is light snow floating in the sky of the mountain village. I heard that the snow here is always like this, it falls a lot, but it never falls a lot.

There is a custom of celebrating the New Year here. People will prepare gifts for their children and make wishes for the new year.

The old monk set up a ringing bell in the temple. It was a huge bell, which was shaking with a very thick hemp rope. There was a money box under the ringing bell. I heard that just stuff a copper coin into the money box and then shaking the bell to make a wish, you can realize your wish in the new year.

The old monk said that this was the only way to cheat some incense money in Qingxin Temple in a year, but at first I didn’t understand. Even if all the people in the village came, how much incense money could they cheat?

However, it is true that people often need to ring the bell to make wishes. In the end, even Chu and Sakurako made their own wishes.

"Dangdangdang."

Chu shook the hemp rope and roared the bell. He put a copper coin in the racing box, put his hands together and placed it in front of him. Chu closed his eyes and made his wish for next year.

"What wish did you make for the first time?" Sakurako asked curiously.

"Can't say it." The old monk smiled and patted Yingzi's head, turned his hand over and looked at the ringing bell.

"It won't work if you say it."

In the sky above the temple, fine snowflakes were falling. In the snow, the ringtones of the temple echoed, and the further they spread.

In the evening, the old monk and Chu both prepared gifts for Sakurazi respectively.

The old monk prepared a cotton coat and wished Yingzi good health in the coming year. Chu prepared a knife, which she asked the blacksmith in the village to make, and it was Yingzi's first knife.

That night, Sakurako fell asleep with a smile on her face, holding a knife and a cotton coat.

She dreamed of spring, and the cherry blossom trees in the cherry blossom mountain bloomed again. She sat together with her father, mother, old monk, and the first to watch cherry blossoms, ate cherry blossom cakes, smiled, and talked about the trivial matters of the coming year together.
Chapter completed!