The hero always suspects me of cheating [Transmigration Book]

The sky outside was dark and gloomy, and a few scattered clouds slowly dispersed, scattered into wisps of mist. Someone in the room lit a small lamp and placed it on the wooden table, trembling Shaking the little wick, leaving a small piece of dim yellow ground.The bed was also soft, and Xing Yang yawned, feeling his legs were a little soft.

"Why are you here?"

The boy shook his head and didn't speak.

Xing Yang bent over and put on his boots. When he got out of the bed, his feet gave way and he almost fell. He backed down a little so that the boy could take his hand back in time.

The boy's movements were more than a little bit slower.He still had a low-browed and pleasing look, and his white hands lightly pressed under Xing Yang's arms, pushing up and down, making Xing Yang stand a little more relaxed.

Xing Yang thanked him again, and opened the window casually, and the steamy air poured in, making him a little more awake.

"...you are very similar to someone I know." Xing Yang squinted his eyes and yawned, "He is also like this, keeping his head down and keeping everything in his heart. Have you ever cut fabrics? That's right. Take the scissors, cut a small slit, and then pull the two sides hard, stabbing, the cloth is torn apart, the edges are neat, but it is no longer a piece of cloth.”

The boy looked at him timidly.

This boy is not very old, with a face that has not experienced much in the world, as long as Xing Yang does not try to leave here, he will always look docile and soft, with thin shoulders and empty gray clothes.

Xing Yang rested his chin and said: "That old man... is just such a cut piece of fabric to me. The piece of fabric on the left is hidden under the box, like you, taciturn, careful and thoughtful, while the piece on the right is hidden under the box. Take it and hang it up, it will get dirty when it is hung up, and if it is dirty, it needs to be washed, and once it is washed, it will cause problems after washing.”

He sighed, and the servant looked at him with wide-eyed eyes, half understanding.

"That half of the cloth has faded..."

Xing Yang patted his head, and said relaxedly: "It's fine if you don't understand, just treat me as nonsense... I'm sleepy and confused, the ghost knows what I'm rambling about."

He still felt sleepy, rubbed his eyes and said, "Do you know where Ah Shui went?"

The boy shook his head.Xing Yang didn't ask any more questions. In fact, he guessed something in his heart—not just the fact that Ah Shui left suddenly—but he didn't have any cultivation base on his body, so he could only pretend to be deaf and dumb, as if he didn't know anything.

"Can I go to bed and continue to sleep?"

The boy hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Xing Yang smiled gratefully at him, climbed onto the bed, pressed the pillow with half-closed eyes, his hand softened, and almost fell directly.

The little servant hurried forward and helped him up.

Half of Xing Yang's face was pressed against his cold hand, as if he had caught an ice cube in a scorching day. He rubbed against it unconsciously, squinted his eyes and fell asleep for a while, and after a while, he suddenly got a shock and woke up a little. Then he slowly removed his head from the servant's hand and put it on the pillow.

The boy's complexion was complicated, and such a vivid expression suddenly appeared on his already stiff face, which seemed very strange.

Xing Yang didn't look at him.

In such a short moment, his consciousness slowly affirmed one thing.

Sure enough, it was a 'fusion'.

Ah Lan and Ah Shui should be fighting for the dominance of their bodies.

In the next few days, he seemed to fall into the endless loop of Qi Guanlan's absence.The body's thirst for sleep suddenly increased, and he looked like he lacked sleep all day long. The servant called him to get up and eat on time, and he spent most of the rest of the time in lethargy.