Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

"Maybe it will be very painful." Yun Huai looked back a few times, his eyes fixed on him, "But our presence here will only make him suffer more."

Yu Changfeng quietly closed the fence outside the yard and turned around with some emotion.

"Over the years, Xiao Jingxuan has changed a lot."

"Although his face and body are still the same as before, with little change, why do you look at people with such empty eyes?"

Yun Huai walked a little slowly, following behind Yu Changfeng, silently thinking about something.

"There is no one in his eyes. All he can see is Yun Lan."

The world without Chu Huaizhou, no matter how prosperous and lively it is, becomes empty in his eyes.

Yu Changfeng was stunned for a moment, then murmured softly, "Why is your hair all white? Is it because of excessive worry?"

"Stop talking." Yun Huai reached out and pulled up his sleeve, quickly following his steps, "Let's go back."

In winter, flowers wither and die; in summer, they bloom and blossom.

The laws governing the operation of all things in the world seem to have never changed, yet it seems that everything has changed.

What remains unchanged is the scenery you are in, but what changes is the people passing by. Because things have changed and people have changed, the past cannot be retrieved.

But Xiao Jingxuan is a person trapped in the past. He is willing to sink into memories, and it doesn't matter even if he gradually loses his will.

In the winter in the north, the whole world is covered with heavy snow, and even the bamboo forest is no exception.

Xiao Jingxuan stayed in the room for nearly half a month without going out. "Little Master, do you want to go out?"

"I want to take you out, but the snow keeps falling and you're not feeling well. You'll catch a cold."

Chu Huaizhou didn't like the smell of charcoal fire, so Xiao Jingxuan didn't burn charcoal in the house.

But in the bamboo forest in winter, the air is so cold that it is bone-chilling, and it is impossible to live without heating.

Xiao Jingxuan had no choice but to hug Chu Huaizhou, get into the bed, and gently pat his back.

"Uncle Junior Master, it will be dark soon. It's too wet now and the candles can't be lit."

"So, I took the initiative to hold you and lie down. Don't be angry. I will make porridge for you tomorrow morning."

Xiao Jingxuan nuzzled his nose and said affectionately, "Little Master, don't stay in bed and don't wait for me to hug you."

"When I call you, you will wake up by yourself and eat at the front table, okay?"

As Xiao Jingxuan spoke, he began to cry uncontrollably. He had been talking to himself like this for many years.

The junior master-master never contradicted him and was always so well-behaved, so obedient, and so silently obedient to him.

Originally, Xiao Jingxuan thought he had gotten used to it and could live his whole life with such a junior master-master.

You can live in your own fantasy all your life and deceive yourself into thinking that your junior master responds to every word you say.

In the dark night, although he was holding someone in his arms, all he could hear in his ears was his own murmurs and only the sound of his breathing.

On a windy, cold winter night, the person in his arms was very cold, and no matter how tightly he hugged her, he could not warm her up.

Xiao Jingxuan rested his head lightly on Chu Huaizhou's chest, kissed the ends of his jet-black hair devoutly, and pressed his hand into his palm.

The warm tears wet her clothes, and she couldn't help sobbing and said, "Little Master, I miss you so much, really, really miss you."

"Master Junior, what should I do? I can't bear it any longer."

"Why did you leave me so little, so little?"

"That little clay sculpture cracked several years ago, and I have no way to fix it."

"The bracelet you left me, the one with your black hair and hairband, I can't take it off, and it's worn out a lot, and my black hair is decreasing one by one."

"Uncle Junior Master, I can't seem to find any trace of you being around me."

"Uncle Junior Master, what should I do? How can I survive?"

Xiao Jingxuan choked up and spoke incoherently, cried until he felt dizzy, and fell asleep in a daze.

Nearing three o'clock in the morning, a flash of lightning streaked across the dark sky, waking him up from his beautiful but illusory dream.

Vaguely and in a trance, I seemed to hear someone knocking on the door, but the knock was not loud but very light.

He knocked hesitantly, as if he didn't want to wake up the people in the house.

If Xiao Jingxuan hadn't developed the habit of light sleep over the years, he would probably not have heard this.

He rubbed his hair in annoyance, then suddenly came to his senses and realized his own mistake.

Then he patted Chu Huaizhou's back very gently and whispered, "Did I scare Junior Master?"

"There's someone knocking on the door. I'll go downstairs and take a look. I'll be back soon. Don't worry."

"There's a screen that's both real and fake between the couch and the door, so you can still see me."

Xiao Jingxuan was whispering to himself in the darkness. Lightning flashed across the night sky from time to time, illuminating Chu Huaizhou's pale yet peaceful face.

He leaned his arms on his junior uncle's side, bent his head and kissed his eyelashes, cautiously yet eagerly.

All the good sides of Xiao Jingxuan, all his gentleness and patience, were used on Chu Huaizhou.

With a dark face and resentment in his dark green eyes, he yawned and walked slowly to the door.

He stretched out his hand and opened the door, looking at the strange person calmly, and asked lazily, "Who? What for?"

The person who came looked really strange, a middle-aged person with white hair, and it was hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman.

She has a very weird appearance, but her clothes are quite neat, except that her eyes are white.

However, this did not seem to affect this man's eyesight, as he was looking at Xiao Jingxuan very seriously.

After a long time, he nodded, as if he had found prey that satisfied and impressed him.

"I am just an ordinary passer-by in the mountains. It is raining and snowing too heavily tonight."

"The snow has blocked the mountain road. I can't go any further. I wonder if you, kind sir, could let me in for some hot tea?"

Xiao Jingxuan glanced at him and slightly turned aside, "My place is very simple, not an elegant place."

"We don't have the hot tea you want, sir. If you want water, you'll have to go to the kitchen and make some for yourself."

There wasn't much malice in his tone, but there was a hint of displeasure.

"Well, okay, if there's no hot tea, hot water will do."

After welcoming the person into the room, Xiao Jingxuan lay on the bed behind the screen as if he was someone else.

There was a hint of danger in the deep voice, gently warning the intruder.

"You can move freely in the area in front of the screen, but please do not set foot behind the screen."

"Okay." The other party responded softly, his voice a little subtle, as if he knew something.

Xiao Jingxuan pulled the body in the bed, which was warmed by his body temperature, back into his arms.

He said softly and in a low voice: "Master Junior, he is just a passerby and will not disturb us."

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I've let him in for tea, so don't worry about it anymore."

The man did things very lightly and walked without making any sound.

Xiao Jingxuan held Chu Huaizhou tightly in his arms with a defensive attitude, and closed his eyes for a while.

When I woke up again, it was dawn.

The person who stayed here last night left quietly at some point.

The door was locked tightly and the teapot was placed in its original place, as if there was no sign of it having been used.

If there hadn't been a piece of jade pressing down on a few pieces of letter paper on the tea table, Xiao Jingxuan would have suspected that he had had a weird dream last night.