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In the middle of the night, He Zijing brought some boiled medicinal soup and put it on the table, then brought in a bucket of cold water, poured it into the hot water bit by bit with a gourd scoop, put the gauze into the washbasin and rubbed it.

"Come here." He Zijing didn't even call him back. The wife said that he was not allowed to sleep on the second young master's bed but she didn't arrange a place for him, so he just lay on the ground. The second young master gave him a sideways glance when he saw that he was quiet. Just as he was about to speak, he got up.

He walked up to the second young master and sat down. The second young master put his legs on top of his own, rolled up his trousers to above his knees, applied some lotion on his knees, and gently rubbed his blood clotted knees.

"Will it hurt?"

He shook his head, the second young master continued to do what he was doing, how could it hurt, these two pieces were like dead meat, black and purple and stiff.

"Mother told you not to sleep in my bed?"

He nodded.

"Go to sleep for the time being. I will arrange a place for you in a few days if you are okay. I am afraid that if I arrange you with those servants, they will bully you."

He nodded again, looking carefully at the second young master, he found that the second young master was different from anyone else, the second young master was not at all vicious, different from everyone he had ever seen.

"No one will bully you in the future, don't be afraid."

He felt that his throat seemed to be tightly strangled by a giant hand. The pain made him unable to breathe, and the pain made him unable to fully wake up for a while. Before he opened his eyes, he instinctively raised his hands to free the hand. The palm of the giant spirit was stuck in the throat, but his hand was as heavy as lead, and he couldn't lift it. He opened his eyes and saw a beam above his head, carved with mahogany lacquer, and Niang and Manman sat on it. His throat was hoarse, and he couldn't yell a word. Suddenly, a shiny knife cut Niang and Manman in half.

"Snapped!"

The water in the washbasin was overturned, and he flung himself about vigorously, trying to break free from He Zijing, but was held tightly by He Zijing. Suddenly, his eyes were blurred by pools of blood, and he retched, kicking his legs vigorously, as if they were caught by something. He stopped, looked down and saw that it was Niang Heman, then looked up and there were only four legs sitting there on the beam of the house, he opened his mouth and raised his head, neither looked down, he didn't know which was the real one.

"what happened?"

He Zijing was puzzled that he was fine just now, but suddenly he was like a wild beast without any reason, no matter who it was, he couldn't miss it, but he felt very distressed when he saw it.

"Mother, Man Man, Mother, Man Man—"

He Zijing stroked his head, and held his trembling body in his arms. He held He Zijing tightly with his hands and interlocked his fingers, as if he was afraid that he would escape.

"Mom, I'm afraid."

"Don't be afraid, Niang and Manman are very good, be good!"

He Zijing looked at the little head rubbing against his arms and followed him, willing to pretend to be his mother to give him some comfort.

"Mother is gone, Man Man is gone."

The shiny blade was demonstrating and chopped off all his consciousness. In an instant, he seemed to be sitting in a pool of blood, and he didn't dare to look up at the speaker.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Mother is here, most likely she is asleep, don't be afraid, mother is not going anywhere, mother is with you."

His eyes were sore, and tears rolled down from his eyes drop by drop, soaking He Zijing's skirt.

"Mother~"

The person in He Zijing's arms stopped crying and sobbed softly, but his arms were still tightly clasped. After a while, the arms hung from He Zijing's waist, and He Zijing carefully put him on the bed.

Seeing his appearance is not stupid, but because he can't accept the fact that his family members are dead. How can a child in his teens be calm when he sees his family die tragically? How many children like him are there!

The next morning, the boy imitated other servants to fetch and boil water for his master, wipe and sweep the courtyard, and when the second young master got up, he prepared the washing utensils for the second young master.

"Who taught you this?"

There was such a big change overnight, the boy pointed to the courtyard and said that he learned from those people outside.

"Madam ordered you to do this?"

He shook his head, and He Zijing didn't ask any more questions. After washing, he walked to the boy's side and wiped his sweaty cheeks with a face towel.

"Second Young Master."

He Zijing paused his hands and raised his lips, the boy grinned as if he had been rewarded.

His smile was like a spring breeze caressing his face, and he felt very comfortable. He Zi looked at him and smiled foolishly, and the depression in his heart was swept away.

"Second Young Master."

"Ah."

"whee."

The boy covered his mouth and smiled and hugged the second young master's waist. Last night he hugged his mother and woke up in the morning to find that the second young master was sleeping beside him and hugging him in his arms. He thought it must be the second young master who brought his mother back, as long as he behaved like a mother Will definitely come back again.

"Is there something good about being so happy today?"

"Mother hugged me last night, and the second young master hugged me this morning. The second young master hugged me like a mother. The second young master even wiped my face and rubbed my legs. He fed and dressed me like a mother."

The boy buried his head in He Zijing's waist, He Zijing didn't understand what he was talking about and didn't bother to ask, as long as he was in good condition, this madness might be curable.

"Are you tired! I'm going to the kitchen to order something to eat. Is there anything you want to eat? I'll reward you for being so cute."

"mother."

"..."

He Zijing rubbed his little head and put his palms on his face, maybe he really regarded him as his mother, thinking about it, he found it inexplicably funny, and shook his head lightly.

His stomach gurgled a few times, and then he reluctantly let go of He Zijing.

"When you're hungry, go to the kitchen with me to ask for something to eat. I won't be so hungry that I won't be around the next day."

He Zijing's hand quickly patted his stomach. The boy was amused by him and giggled. Seeing him happy, he felt a lot better. The boy grabbed He Zijing's hand and head and leaned on the back of his hand. When his mother treats him well, He Zijing doesn't dislike putting his hands on the boy's shoulders like treating him like a younger brother.

"You have to eat more, we are only about the age difference, and I am so much taller than you."

"Well, I want to be as tall as the second young master."