Quick Travel: Redeeming the yandere villain Little Poor

Chapter 711 Coveting Father’s Concubine 22

Xie Yuan hurriedly looked away, and a beautiful blush appeared from behind his ears.

Ji Yan sat on the floor and looked at Xie Yuan again. The young man picked up some shredded paper, dismantled wooden furniture, piled them together and lit them with fire. The fire was bright and dazzling, reflecting on people's faces.

Ji Yan folded her arms and bent her knees to warm herself by the fire.

Xie Yuan followed her example, taking off his soaked coat and folding it, putting it under his body, and sat opposite her, with a fire between them.

The rainy night was not quiet, and the musty smell in the air was diluted a lot by the smell of burning. The light dispelled the fear. Under the extinguishing of the fire, the young man's fair face was like a flower of fire blooming in the dark night, pretty and bright.

Ji Yan's gaze was always on Xie Yuan's face, as if it was too straightforward and too hot. The young man lowered his eyelashes and spoke first to divert his attention: "Did Aunt find out any information about your relatives today?"

"Well..." This trick really worked. My aunt hugged her knees and lowered her eyes slightly, "I found out. There was a drought and famine some time ago. Unfortunately, my father died at the hands of bandits. The two brothers survived by luck. Brother Song said that they I went to Qingzhou to join my grandfather, but I don’t know if he arrived safely.”

That doesn't sound like good news.

Xie Yuan pursed his thin lips slightly, with orange-red fire dancing in his dark eyes. He stared at her quietly, his voice a little hoarse: "Are you sad, aunt?"

Ji Yan raised her head after hearing this, met the young man's focused gaze, paused, and asked without answering: "Xie Yuan, were you sad when Mrs. Xie passed away?"

It sounded like an easy question to answer, but Xie Yuan remained strangely silent.

He lowered his neck slightly, his eyes falling silently on the beeping fire, and said: "Maybe a little bit, but my mother left the Xie Mansion when I was young. She almost never took care of me, and rarely came back to see me. But I don’t have a deep relationship with her.”

Ji Yan was slightly stunned.

Xie Yuan continued: "During the time when my mother passed away, I was more like a bystander, watching the demise of a woman's life. Will my aunt think that I am cold-blooded like this?"

He raised his head, his eyes were darker than before, and his appearance was more gorgeous, like a spirit that dwells in a mountain temple and is good at bewitching people. It appears at night to deceive the sympathy of its prey with a weak and pitiful appearance.

Ji Yan's heart skipped a beat, then shook her head: "No."

"No way?" There seemed to be confusion in his eyes, and his voice sounded like a whisper.

"Well, no." The reply was more firm than before. Ji Yan looked up at him and comforted him, "The most difficult bond between people is the deep feelings cultivated by being together every day. Blood ties are just The most superficial relationship among them, just because you didn’t have intense emotional ups and downs about Mrs. Xie’s death, doesn’t mean you are cold-blooded.”

"Just like when I learned about my father's death, I wasn't overly hurt."

Xie Yuan looked at her unexpectedly, and Ji Yan told him the experience of the original owner.

"Auntie, don't you hate me?" The young man's voice was low and hoarse. His figure was half hidden in the darkness, and his fair and beautiful face also showed a bit of weirdness.

Ji Yan never noticed anything unusual. At such a moment, she felt calm and peaceful, and inexplicably wanted to take out her heart and lungs to show him and have a heart-to-heart talk with him.

She said: "Without love, there will be no hatred. Loving someone is not easy, and hating someone is also very heavy. If you must choose one between the two, instead of torturing yourself day and night with heavy hatred, it is better to use your remaining strength. Come down and love.”

The power brought by love is always better than hate. Of course, it depends on the situation. Not all hate can be easily offset.

It's just that for people like my father, there is no need to choose to hate.

Ji Yan doesn't want to teach Xie Yuan negative things. Since he is a villain, he can easily be led astray. If Xiao Baicai grows crooked, she cannot ignore it. At least she can use external force to straighten him.

Drinking some chicken soup for the soul from time to time may also be effective.

After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but hold up her cheeks and put her chin on her knees. She carefully looked at the expression on Xie Yuan's face. He seemed to be deep in thought. After a moment, his dark eyes looked at her innocently, as if to seek confirmation from her: " So my aunt chose to love my father?"

The young man pursed his red lips slightly and stared at her face, waiting for her answer.

Ji Yan:? ?

She was really blocked by Xie Yuan's words and choked for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

Xie Yuan saw that her expression was confused, and after being stunned, she seemed to have swallowed a mouthful of yellow lotus. She looked hard to speak, and the corners of her lips unconsciously raised a slight arc.

The aunt stopped talking. Her serious look just now was completely broken. She looked away from his face and stopped talking to him as if she was angry.

The fire also burned out, the surroundings became dark again, and the episode just now was over, and neither of them mentioned it again.

The whole night was passed, and in the second half of the night, Ji Yan was really sleepy, so she spread out the dress underneath her, lay on her side on it, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

I don't know how long it took, but someone seemed to be calling her softly in her ear. Ji Yan wanted to figure out who it was, but she couldn't open her eyes.

Finally, I seemed to hear the other party sigh, and then a pair of hands stretched out, soft, slender, and with dry warmth.

...

When Ji Yan woke up, her head was dizzy. In front of her eyes was the young man's ponytail. Her cheek was pressed against the navy blue hairband. She was surrounded by dense woods. Ji Yan quickly recognized that this was the way down the mountain. .

Ji Yan has no idea when they set off.

Xie Yuan had already walked a long distance with her on his back. After a pause, she said, "What happened?"

The voice was hoarse and unpleasant. Ji Yan was stunned for a moment, and her consciousness slowly returned. Her whole body was sore, her hands and feet were weak and weak, and her throat was so uncomfortable that she didn't want to speak.

Hearing her voice, Xie Yuan tightened his fingers slightly and said, "My aunt had a high fever last night. The rain stopped at dawn, and she was still asleep. I had to carry my aunt down the mountain first."

Ji Yan pursed her lips when she heard this, maybe because she slept in wet clothes last night.

Her throat felt uncomfortable, so she didn't speak any more. She grasped a bit of fabric with her fingers and continued to rest against Xie Yuan.

Her body was very hot, and Xie Yuan was also a little worried, fearing that she would not wake up, so he always had to say a few words to her along the way.

"Auntie, do you still plan to visit Qingzhou? Or do you want to go back to Beijing directly?"

"Aunt..."

"Is Auntie asleep?"

"Well..." Ji Yan felt that he was so noisy, so the arm that was holding his shoulders dropped down, and she covered the boy's soft lips in a daze, and said hoarsely, "I didn't sleep."

Xie Yuan lowered his eyes slightly, stopped talking obediently, and walked faster.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, the carriage and the guards were still there. He breathed a sigh of relief and carried Ji Yan into the carriage.

"Master Xie, are you going back to Beijing?" the guard asked.

Xie Yuan looked at his sleeping aunt, paused, and said: "If you don't want to go back to Shangjing, go to Qingzhou and go to the nearest medical center first."