Xiao Qinghuan

Jiang Xiaohan looked at the cloth bag in his hand, then at the joyful expression on the woman's face, and finally had to admit that this scene looked like a capitalized "privately giving and receiving".

Although Yan Qing wouldn't doubt him because of this, the scene was really not pretty.

If he were to stand in Yan Qing's place, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to show any good looks.

Seeing his unkind expression, the woman also felt that she had gotten into trouble, so she didn't dare to stay any longer, knelt down and kowtowed, and left in a hurry.

The little girl was not very old, and she was so ignorant that she couldn't wink. When she saw Yan Qing, she seemed familiar, and she bit her finger and giggled.

"Daddy." The girl tugged at Jiang Xiaohan's collar, and stretched out her hand to Yan Qing: "Let's go."

Mr. Jiang, who has always been good at dancing with long sleeves and good at both sides, finally suffered the first depression in his life in this small courtyard. With a dry smile, he took the girl's hand back and walked towards Yan Qing.

Master Jiang adjusted his mood in just a few steps, and asked with a normal face, "Why did you get out of bed?"

Yan Qing has seen this trick a lot, so he is not willing to be fooled, and he said displeased: "Master Jiang can talk and laugh like this with anyone?"

Jiang Xiaohan has such a delicate heart, he couldn't understand the meaning behind what he said. He coughed pretendingly, lowered his head and touched the corner of his lips, trying not to hold back his smile too obviously.

"Ah Qing." Mr. Jiang seems to have fed all the gentleness of the scholars, but fortunately he still remembered the matter of not listening to evil, so he pressed the little girl's head on his shoulder and covered her ears with his hands. Then he leaned into Yan Qing's ear and teased, "Have you tasted it?"

"Nonsense!" Yan Qing grew up in Kunlun, so thick-skinned as Jiang Xiaohan, a prodigal son, his ears burst red immediately, and he frowned tightly to argue with him.

Jiang Xiaohan couldn't bear to really make people anxious, and quickly revealed the cloth bag that had been hidden in his hand: "Ah Qing really wronged me, it was given to you."

Yan Qing was taken aback: "For me?"

The cloth was tightly wrapped, and it was impossible to see what was inside for a while, Yan Qing hesitantly reached out to take it, and was about to take it apart to have a look, but the little girl was already struggling impatiently in Jiang Xiaohan's arms.

"Daddy!"

The child was very active, Jiang Xiaohan just let go, and the girl got up on her own, almost sitting on his forearm.

At this moment, in front of Yan Qing, Jiang Xiaohan didn't dare to agree casually, and quickly said: "No barking."

The girl didn't know why he suddenly turned his face and refused to recognize anyone, and immediately stood up, clutching Jiang Xiaohan's sleeves, her round almond eyes filled with tears, and she was about to cry again.

Jiang Xiaohan groaned in his heart.

Yan Qing suddenly gasped: "Isn't this Xiaobao's younger sister?"

In the bright sky, Mr. Jiang immediately withdrew from the role of "Daddy", feeling elated for a moment.

"Ah Qing recognizes it?" Jiang Xiaohan asked: "This little girl stopped me on the road and called her daddy without saying anything. It's really hard for people to argue."

"I know." Yan Qing nodded: "I always saw Xiaobao taking her with me before."

As he spoke, he looked around, but he didn't see Xiaobao's figure, so he raised his voice and called out, "Xiaobao?"

As soon as the words were finished, the door of the east wing opened, and the boy quickly ran out of the room.He came out in a hurry, and he didn't even notice the ink stains on his chin.

"First...Master Jiang!"

Xiaobao saw the girl in Jiang Xiaohan's arms at a glance, and couldn't help being startled, and didn't know how she ran out.He was several years older than the girl, and was already the age of the governor at this time. Seeing Jiang Xiaohan condescendingly hugging the little girl, with dusty shoe prints on the fine clothes, he felt uneasy.

He wiped his hands on the hem of his clothes, walked up to Jiang Xiaohan bravely, stretched out his hand to Jiang Xiaohan, and wanted to take him over: "Master Jiang, I'll just come..."

Jiang Xiaohan was noncommittal, he bent down, and wanted to hand the little girl into Xiaobao's hands.

Unexpectedly, this little girl seemed to be dependent on Jiang Xiaohan, when she saw that he was about to let go, she immediately grabbed his arm and tried to climb up on him, tears fell down her face, she looked terribly pitiful.

"Daddy, hug."

Before Jiang Xiaohan said anything, Xiaobao got anxious first, and stretched out his arms around the girl's waist and pulled her down vigorously, for fear that Jiang Xiaohan would become impatient if she entangled her.

The little girl is not big, but she is not weak, so she grabbed Jiang Xiaohan's forearm in a thrashing.Now that he was holding onto his wound, Jiang Xiaohan gasped in pain, only to hear a "hiss -" and she tore more than half of his sleeve.

In the eyes of a child, breaking something is a big deal, and if it doesn't work out, he will be beaten. Seeing this, the girl hiccupped in fright, let go of her hand, and threw herself back into Xiaobao's arms.

"elder brother."

Xiaobao was also taken aback. Jiang Xiaohan's daily wear was top-grade, and Xiaobao felt distressed just looking at the material of the clothes.

Afraid of frightening the child, Yan Qing hurriedly pulled Xiao Bao by the shoulders and brought her back: "Take my sister back to the room first, I will check your homework later."

Having got such a step, Xiaobao agreed in a hurry, dragged his sister's little hand and ran back to the house, and closed the door with a bang.

Mr. Jiang may indeed have violated the calendar today and it is not suitable to go out. The sleeve torn by the girl happened to be the arm that was injured by the Chi Xiao sword. Hide behind.

It's a pity that in summer, the material of the clothes is thin and flimsy, and it will be a big piece when you pull it. How can he protect it like this.

"Jiang Xiaohan." Yan Qing really noticed something was wrong with him: "What's wrong with your hand?"

In order to hide it from Yan Qing, he specially buttoned his wrist armor on his cuffs today.

Seeing him dodging, Yan Qing immediately became serious: "Go first."

Jiang Xiaohan sighed in his heart, resigned to his fate and followed Yan Qing back to the room.

When he cut the blood for medicine before, his heart was in a state of confusion, and the wound was only hastily wrapped with a soft cloth, and he even forgot to apply the medicine. It was only then that he remembered how the word "guilty heart" was written.

Yan Qing carefully removed the soft cloth on his arm, revealing the bleeding wound inside.

The cut surface of the wound was smooth, narrow on the inside and wide on the outside, especially on the side near Jiang Xiaohan. In addition, Yan Qing was so familiar with Chixiao Sword, how could he not see how he was injured.

He couldn't help but think of the sweet smell of medicine he tasted while he was drowsy, what else he didn't understand.

"Jiang Xiaohan, you—" Yan Qing was both angry and distressed: "You are the parents of your body, hair and skin, why are you so ungrateful for it?"

Yan Qing has always been courteous, and he would not even get angry at Jiang Xiaohan when he was angry, he would only compete with himself in his own way.

Throughout the ages, it has been common to cut blood and use it as medicine, but it is only a psychological comfort given to oneself by people who are desperate, so it is not really useful.He only knew that Jiang Xiaohan was interested in him before, but he didn't know when his love had reached this point.

Seeing that his breathing was unsteady, and the corners of his eyes were red, Jiang Xiaohan immediately pulled into a ball in distress.

"Ah Ching."

Jiang Xiaohan quickly tried a clever trick to swing his hand away, turned the long and thin wound away from him to show him, then wrapped his arms around his waist to bring him closer, and reached out to touch the corner of his eye.

Yan Qing's hands were empty, but his eyes were still on his forearm.Jiang Xiaohan sighed softly, brushed his long hair away with his thumbs, stroked the corners of his eyes gently with his knuckles, and then slowly leaned over to touch his cool lips.

It was the first time for Jiang Xiaohan to make such an intimate act in Yan Qing's conscious state, Yan Qing was stunned, Jiang Xiaohan's hand brushed his side face, and then he pressed the back of his neck with the tip of his tongue. Gently brushed his lips.

Jiang Xiaohan moved slowly, as if asking for his opinion, with the respect that he could withdraw at any time.Yan Qing's eyelashes trembled, and finally fell down, and he obediently opened his mouth.

Jiang Xiaohan pressed the hand on the back of Yan Qing's neck with a little force, and brought him forward, deepening the kiss.

The soothing effect brought by the intimacy is self-evident, until Jiang Xiaohan let go of him, Yan Qingqing's clean eyes were already covered with a thin layer of mist.

Jiang Xiaohan finally hooked his lips with the tip of his tongue, and then moved back slightly.He lowered his head slightly, put his forehead against Yan Qing's, and kneaded the muscles on his shoulder and neck to help him relax.

"Ah Qing." Jiang Xiaohan whispered, "Listen to me."

Yan Qing pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Ah Qing, people like me, walking on the edge of the cliff every day, have never been scary." Jiang Xiaohan paused: "So once there is a goal that must be done, even if it is done by any means, it must be achieved."

"Parents, teachers and friends - I have lost too many people, I can no longer watch you have an accident in front of me." Jiang Xiaohan said seriously, "I have experienced such a strong sense of powerlessness once in my life. So I don't want to go through it again... so whatever was available and how absurd it seemed at the time, I would try it."

"Besides, if you really woke up, the heavens have pity on me." Jiang Xiaohan said, "You don't need to blame yourself. As far as I am concerned, this wound will heal in just a few days, and it will be fine when it is healed. But If I don't do anything, I'm afraid I will sink in that kind of powerlessness."

Jiang Xiaohan and Yan Qing were very close, and the warm breath between them could not be ignored.Jiang Xiaohan's tone was low, with his usual determination, making people involuntarily convinced.

Yan Qing's eyelashes trembled, he gently held Jiang Xiaohan's forearm, and traced the outline of the wound with his fingertips.

"Xiaohan." His face showed some confusion: "Everyone in the world says that the word "love" is nothing more than a mirror image, not to mention that I was in a daze at the time. If it wasn't for God's will, I would not know your mind. How could you -"

He wanted to say how he could be so desperate, but he couldn't say it.This wound literally ran across his forearm, tighter than any words.Whether it's trust or intention, Jiang Xiaohan makes exceptions time and time again for him, and there is almost no bottom line at all.

"Love is an elusive word, because people's hearts are fickle—it is true that I am suspicious by nature, and I don't want to talk to people easily, for fear that if I am careless, I will lose everything." Jiang Xiaohan suddenly smiled: "But if the other party is you, no matter what Either way, I'm happy with it."

The author says:

PS: Mr. Jiang has unlocked the skill "talking about love anytime, anywhere".And thanks to Xiao Gu, cpw****gkj2ctnvx, Ziqi, and Cyclic for the fish food~Thank you very much