Writing down one thing every day, whether this way of self-reflection is useful or not, I didn't seriously experience it at first, but she would accompany Sakurako to write down one thing every day, and slowly it became a habit.

It is worth saying that when she writes down one thing every day, she will feel that the day is indeed spent in a real way, and this sense of reality is different from before, when she had a vague concept of time, and it may take a long time to perceive the passage of time.

Especially in the wilderness, where there is no day or night, and there is no so-called time.

Anyway, this real feeling makes her care a lot, which is one of the reasons why she is willing to continue to record things.

"Sand. The bamboo broom swept the ground, bringing up a cloud of dust, and at first he wore a light gray cloth robe and swept the ground in front of the door of the Qingxin Temple.

The cherry blossoms bloom for a short period of time, having already withered a few weeks ago, and as the end of spring approaches, the weather is getting hotter.

People passing by the temple sometimes greet Hatsu with a smile, and Hatsu usually nods in response. Most of them were carrying hoes and bags on their backs, pushing carts and preparing to work in the fields. At the end of spring, people are also busy.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak. ”

The ground was almost swept away, and under the eaves of the temple, there was a sound of birds, and I looked up.

There was a bird's nest, made of tiny branches and mud in the corner between the eaves and the walls.

The old monk said that this bird, called the swallow, would come to the farmhouse every spring to build a nest, then give birth to offspring, and then leave again at the end of summer.

In the first few days when the swallows first built their nests, there were always fine pieces of soil under the eaves, and now it seems that this nest dwelling is quite exquisite.

Newborn chicks cries with their mouths open in the warm nest, as if waiting for their parents to come home and feed.

When they first looked at them, they closed their mouths in unison and retracted into the nest.

This is also a matter of no way, who let the first breath be like this, animals always have a stronger sense of breath than people, so the vast majority of animals are avoiding the first walk.

Seeing that the chicks were hiding, Chu retracted his gaze, picked up a broom and prepared to walk back to the temple.

But as soon as she got to the bottom of the eaves, the bird's nest on the eaves fell and fell right at her feet.

When he saw the bird's nest on the ground, he stopped.

The nest was very strong, and when it landed on the ground, it served as a good cushion, and did not hurt the chicks inside, but the little ones were still cowering together in fright, and their bodies could not stop shaking.

Looking at these little things, he paused for a moment and walked silently to the side of the bird's nest.

The chicks in the nest trembled even more, and some couldn't help but scream. It's a terrible situation for them, the house has fallen from the roof, and a dangerous guy is slowly approaching.

But she didn't do anything at first, she just leaned her broom against the door, then picked up the nest, stood on tiptoe, and put the nest back on the crossbar under the eaves.

I don't know why, when I put the bird's nest on the beam, there was a trace of fluctuation in my heart.

Today, let's write about it, first thought.

Seeing that the nest showed no signs of falling again, she silently picked up the broom and turned to leave.

In the nest, the chicks stopped trembling, and they carefully poked their heads into the nest, and when they saw that the dangerous creature was gone, they began to chirp again.

When I first walked past the door frame, I found that the old monk was standing by the door, holding the Buddha beads in his hand, and looking at her with a light smile.

"What's wrong?" Hatsu asked, packing up the broom.

"I'm thinking, Miss Chu is kind-hearted, and she really has a relationship with my Buddhism. The old monk smiled and said softly, flicking the Buddha beads in his hand, he always seemed to be so unhurried.

"Kindness?" he looked at the old monk at first.

"yes. The old monk nodded and said, "The first girl is a good person, isn't she?"

Chu just sent the bird's nest back to its original place, and he saw it all.

Good man, when he heard these two words, his first expression was stunned. Then, she shook her head and said lightly.

"I'm not a good person. ”

After speaking, he walked into the temple, leaving the old monk standing there alone.

Generally, it will not be until the afternoon when Sakurako and Chu start to practice swords, and it is still early, and before that, Chu can also batch some firewood.

On one side of the courtyard, Chu took an axe and cut a piece of wood in half.

It's a simple job, at least for beginners. With her abilities, it would not be difficult to cut a tree in half.

"Smack!"

There was another soft thud, and a piece of wood broke in half and fell aside.

Chu was a little absent-minded and picked up another log and put it in front of her, thinking about what the old monk had said to her.

Good guys······

Is she a good person, of course not, neither the word good nor human has anything to do with her.

But her mood fluctuated a little, she thought, what if she is really a good person, there is no past, just an ordinary person with good intentions. Does it mean that life can be meaningful, or that you can always feel that sense of reality?

"Smack!" the axe fell, and at first thought about it, forgetting to withdraw the hand holding the wood.

The axe cleaved the wood, as well as Hatsu's index finger.

Chu Chu, who felt the pain, lowered her eyes and looked at her severed finger, she calmly picked up her index finger and connected it to the severed finger.

Soon, her index fingers grew back together, and she moved briefly, looking at her fingers silently.

When her finger was broken just now, she barely felt the pain, her sense of touch was getting weaker and weaker, and along with it, her pain was getting weaker and weaker.

Maybe that's a good thing, so that she can do her job better.

However, Chu put down his hand and continued to chop wood.

She's not a good person, she's just a monster full of sin. She thought.

That afternoon, Chu was even more silent than ever, and even when she was teaching Sakurako swordsmanship, she didn't say a few words.

In the evening, as always, the dinner at Qingxin Temple was only the ingredients, a small portion of pickled vegetables, a small portion of stir-fried vegetables, a small portion of soup, and a small bowl of rice.

The old monk's craftsmanship was very good, and in his own words, it was one of his few strengths.

Even if it's a simple side dish, he always makes it delicious. The pickles are not salty or light, with a little sour and spicy taste. The stir-fry and vegetable soup are very tasty, but not too light, and the rice is fragrant and full of grains, with a sweetness unique to cereals.

Dinner for three people was quiet, but not the jerky silence of strangers sitting together to eat, but the quiet of everyday life.

The three of them sat together in front of the hall, blowing the evening breeze and eating warm food. Occasionally, the old monk will talk about the past, after all, he is an old man, and he always likes to recall the past.

Originally, it would have been the same today, but the difference was that in the middle of the old monk's story, a swallow suddenly flew in front of the hall.

It has a twig in its mouth, and on the branch there is a tender green sprout.

The swallow flew down in front of the hall, attracting the attention of the three people, only to see it jump a few times briskly, jumped in front of Chu, lowered its head, and placed the branch next to Chu's food box.

The three of them were slightly stunned, and the swallow shook its head, screamed a few crisply, and then flew out of the hall and disappeared into the night.

On the side of the food box, the branches are slender and firm, and I think it will be a good nesting tool.

The old monk was the first to come back to his senses, he chuckled lightly, and said to Chu.

"It seems that this is the swallow's retribution, so take it. ”

Chu was stunned and reached out and picked up the short branch.

On the branches, the tender green of the new shoots seemed to light up the darkness in her eyes.