Kusuriya no Hitorigoto

It brings back old memories.

Of the myriad black and white sights, only there was stained with light red. It was harder to see than others', in my own sight, and only there was a bright glow.

I see red stained nails on my fingertips with Acer stones and pawns.

Everyone raises their hands to that muscle that is free from waste and not lost in the flow. A magnificent woman looking at it like a bore, that was a whore named Phoenix (Fonshen).

I used to go to the brothel with her, but honestly, I didn't care. I can't drink, and I don't know Erhu or the performances are interested. No matter how nicely I wore it, it just looked like a white painted Acer stone to me.

It has been so for a long time.

I can't tell the difference between something called the human face. Still, it better be.

Instead of making a mistake with my mother and my nanny, I couldn't tell the difference between men and women.

My father came to pass under his young concubine, saying that this was useless.

My mother was plotting to somehow get her husband back, who ran to his mistress, regardless of the child who couldn't tell her face apart.

That's why I was fortunate enough to live in exile, even though I was born to the eldest son of a famous family.

He glanced at Acer and chess as he learned by hand, listened to rumors, and also did a little prank (prank) at times.

I also tried the blue rose in the court after listening to my uncle (uncle).

Only my bad but brilliant uncle understood me.

They told me to remember one in my voice, bareback, and physique, not my face. People close to me were easy to understand when applied to chess pawns. In time, uninterested humans became visible to Acer Stone and, little by little, to chess pawns.

When my uncle looked like a dragon king pawn, I could reconfirm that he was still an excellent man.

You have no idea how lonely I missed my uncle when I heard he was going to study west. That was all, there were few understanders around me.

I didn't expect to demonstrate my talent with Acer or chess, which is an extension of play.

Thanks to my family, I am fortunate that I was suddenly left with a long one even though I have no martial arts talent. Even if you are weak, use your men for nothing and they will follow you. If one became a pawn chess, it must have been more of an interesting play (game) than anything else.

As the undefeated record continues for both play and work, it will be recommended by poorly bottomed colleagues to confront rumored prostitutes. Phoenix undefeated in the brothel and herself undefeated in the military.

Either way, the audience (gallery) will be interesting.

The mindset is the frog in the well (regardless).

Phoenix lost herself, as if she were going to bust herself thinking about it. Even though he had white stones, the difference between the positions was overwhelming, even though it was a rear attack. The graceful claw red finger crushed the opponent's nose column.

Since when did I lose, I even remember being more shy about that relentless cut than the yawning. I guess what I was insulting was that I didn't care. I don't speak a word, and I can tell from the way I'm not even tempted to do the trick.

I accidentally laughed in my stomach. I made a fuss about how things were going around me.

Teary-eyed Seriously, when I looked at the face of a relentless whore, there was not the usual white Acer stone, but the face of a grumpy woman (basket). As the name suggests, he had eyes that were like phoenix flowers, that seemed to start when he touched them, and that didn't attract people.

Is this what one looks like?

It was the first moment I was able to recognize the obvious.

Phoenix ears at the bald (rather) she refrains next door. The girl brought a chessboard.

The arrogant (like this) whore, who wouldn't even let her voice be heard to show her first face, was silently taking on the next battle.

Negative next time.

Sleeves were raised and pawns lined up on the plate.

How many years would that have gone by, even repeating chess with Acer?

However, its frequency gradually decreased.

Talented prostitutes are sold off when they become somewhat popular.

Phoenix was also one of them.

He's smart, but he's too tight. Though the response isn't for 10,000 people, he's been received by some favorites.

It is something that I like at all.

The value also hung and it was finally time to meet once in March.

When I went to the brothel for the first time in a long time, I was still on the unfathomable side, painting my nails red.

A red phoenix flower and a small grass were placed on top of the basin.

When I asked him what this was, he said, "It's a cat." It is also used in biological medicines and seems to help detoxify and expose them.

Interestingly enough, they are familiar with Phoenix flowers, and when they touch mature fruit, the seeds begin to fly.

Next time you try to touch it, pinch the yellow flower,

"When can you come next?

And Phoenix went.

A woman who sent only the usual promotional sentences.

"See you in three months"

"Okay."

Phoenix began to line up the chess pawns as she let the claw red be cleaned up by the vulture (rather).

It was then that I heard the story of Phoenix's subordination.

Rather than what the whore's worth was, it just seemed like they were building up value if they didn't care who they competed with.

Though he emerged as a martial arts officer, he is not an amount he can fathom to himself for being deprived of his inheritance position by his half-brother.

What should I do?

Whoops, bad things got to my mind, but it struck out instantly.

It was something you shouldn't have done.

In the brothel for the first time in March, Phoenix sat in front of Beecher, Chess, and two boards lined up.

The opening best word I ever said.

"Wouldn't you like to make a bet once in a while?

If you win, I'll give you whatever you want.

If I can win, I'll try to get you whatever you want.

"Choose your preferred board"

I am the one who has a minute (bu) in chess.

But it was in front of the Acer board that I sat down.

Phoenix lowered the girls because she wanted to focus on the game.

Afterwards, hands were overlapping if you noticed, not knowing which was the win.

There were no sweet words or anything from Phoenix. In a sense, they would be similar to each other, not while they were themselves.

However, Phoenix snapped "Acer wants to do it" in her arms.

I wanted to play chess with myself.

Was it after that that I was unlucky?

My good uncle lost his leg. He was a bad person, anyway.

My father scolded me for being dirty.

Although no harm was done to the house, he was neglected by his uncle's influenced self, so he ordered a lobby and told him not to come back for a while.

I could have ignored it, but it would be a hassle more.

My father, a martial artist, was a parent as well as a boss.

I'll be back in about six months, and it's finally time to send a sentence to the brothel.

After I received the sentence, I said that my personal story was broken.

For a while, I was teasing her that she was okay.

I never thought it would take me three years to get back.

When I returned home, there was a pile of unwrought sentences in my dusty private room.

The tied branches withered away, making them feel old.

One of them, somehow I look at it after it opens. A familiar stereotype was there. But the corner of that sentence has something like red and black stains on it.

I glanced at the half-opened wipes of my mouth that were by my side. It also has red and black stains.

When I opened it, there were two things wrapped in dirty paper that I wasn't sure if twigs or dirt would give me. One is very small and will likely crush you if you pinch it.

Confirming that something was on the tip of the twig, I finally understood what it was.

I've got ten on my own hands. That was too late to realize.

Looseness, I heard such a curse was prevalent.

I re-wrapped the two twigs, and when I was in the wipes and I missed them, I flew my early horse to the flower district.

Clearly more obsolete than before, the familiar brothel had nothing but what looked like Acer stone. There was no such woman as that phoenix flower, and I found out with my voice that what slapped me with a (broom) was the doer woman.

Phoenix was dead.

Limited to two big shops (oh yeah), the whore who lost the name of the store and whose credibility fell to the bottom of the earth had no choice but to take a guest by night eagle.

Think a little and you'll see, but it was the answer that only Acer and chess can get to me.

I just crawled to the ground and cried my eyes out, and the time never goes back.

Everything was short-circuited. It was my fault.

Still holding a stirring head, Rakhan wakes himself up more than a sleeping table.

It is a familiar and simple room, an occasional military dormant room.

I didn't think it was so strong because it's something my daughter drinks with much momentum.

I don't know what type of liquor Rahan has.

Just a sip and it was hot as a burning throat.

There is a water drain beside it, so I put it on my mouth without touching the vessel.

The bitterness spread in my mouth and I spit it out unexpectedly.

It would be a hangover pill, but I feel bad about the way it's done.

There was a kitchen box by the water drain.

Once upon a time, it was delivered in sentences as a trophy for pranks.

I didn't know I could keep my shape this way even if I withered it.

It reminds me of a daughter like Catfish.

After that, I hit the gate of the Green Green Hall many times, and each time I got a cage (because of it) by the do-it-yourself wife.

There is no such thing as a baby, he will beat you with a hammer if you go home soon. She is indeed a terrible woman.

As he bleeds from his side of his head and sits down on the scabbard, there is a child peeling something next to him.

The grass growing beside the building was familiar with yellow flowers.

When I asked the child what he was doing, he said he would make it a medicine.

A face that was supposed to look like an Acer stone somehow looked like an unfathomable child's face.

The child grabs the grass in both hands and runs away. At the end of the run, there is something that walks like an old man. That face, which usually looked like an Acer stone, looked like a chess pawn. Besides, the big pawn, the dragon king pawn, was there, not the walking or the cinnamon.

I found out who was the one sentence that was only open, the dirty wipes.

After the expulsion of the rear palace, his uncle, Luomen, who had become unidentified, was there.

This is how children with catfish were called cats and cats (maomao).

Rahan takes the dirty wipes out of his nostalgia (two places). I am a lot tired because I always carry it with me.

There must be two things inside, like twigs, wrapped around paper.

The depressed hand followed the cat and cat pawn. It would also be for a reason that I haven't been able to be a chess player, but the other thing I can tell is that I was hanging around with my left hand.

When I saw the red-dyed nails, only my pinky fingers were distorted.

I can't help being resented.

That's all I did.

Still, I wanted to put it by your side.

I didn't like life anymore just surrounded by Acer stones and chess pawns.

To that end, I gained strength. He took the governor from his father, ostracized his half-brother, and tore his nephew to adoption.

I negotiated with the do-it-yourself woman many times, and after ten years I finished paying her twice as much as compensation.

The vultures and uncles, now known as the Three Princesses, were told to respect the will of cats and cats.

Unfortunately, Rahan, who is not good at reading one's emotions, continued to take all the actions behind him.

Rahan returns the wipes to his nostalgia.

Let's give up this time, this time.

You can't give up, trying to be called adhesive.

Besides, more importantly, the man who was next to my daughter doesn't care.

Isn't it too close, put your hand on my daughter's shoulder three times during the game? Each time, it felt good to be ripped off.

Now what shall I do with my stomach?

Luohan takes the watermark and thinks as he drinks up his Egg pills.

No matter how bad it is, it must be handmade by my daughter.

For a while, let's think about it just to get rid of bugs that stick to flowers.