I rely on the fans to save my life [Transmigration Book]

After talking with the little emperor, Wen Jiyun felt very bored, as if blocked by a stone, got up and went to the bookshelf to find a book to read, and didn't talk to the little emperor again.

The little emperor was also quiet and did not come to disturb him.

Although Ruan Tang didn't like being alone, she always didn't like those annoying servants around her, so she threw everyone else out and lay on the bed alone.

Apart from himself, there was only one Wen Jiyun who was sitting quietly reading a book, to keep his eyes and company.

Ruan Tang couldn't enjoy leaving Wen Jiyun alone in the room.Wen Jiyun has always been very quiet, and he will not take the initiative to bother him, and he will not be lonely and boring by himself.

But Ruan Tang is not a person who can lie down quietly.He only lay quietly for a while, and he felt uncomfortable all over when he lay still on the bed. After sitting for a long time, he wanted to lie down, and then he wanted to turn over, and after turning over, he wanted to sit up again. nor.

Because the wound on the shoulder was covered with a thick bandage, it was a bit strenuous for Ruan Tang to turn over, get up and lie down. He groaned and groaned to force himself to sit up and lie down, and he was unavoidably startled. Wen Jiyun.

Although Wen Jiyun was holding the book, he didn't read a single word, and unconsciously glanced at the bed from time to time.

Because of the bandages on the shoulders and arms, the kitten turned into a cumbersome panda, and when he thought about it, he couldn't make any effort and rolled back on the bed, like a ball of little hair rolling on the ground.

"Hmm..." Xiaomao Tuanzi snorted softly, wondering if he could sit up, and then fell back on the pillow.

Wen Jiyun couldn't help but put down the book, walked to the bed and helped him up, letting him lean on the bed.

The little emperor was helped up by Wen Jiyun with peace of mind. Not only did he not thank him, he also looked at Wen Jiyun and said straightforwardly: "It's all your fault, now I'm fine, and I can't move anymore. Pour me a glass of water, neither too hot nor too cold .”

Wen Jiyun turned around and poured a cup of hot water, tested the temperature of the water with his hand through the quilt, then mixed some cold water, and handed it to the little emperor.

The little emperor gulped the water while holding the quilt, put the cup back into Wen Jiyun's hand, and said he wanted to eat peaches.

Wen Jiyun put the water glass away, took a peach from the fruit plate on the table, sat at the table and peeled the skin for the little emperor with a knife.

Ruan Tang leaned on the bed and waited for his own peach, staring eagerly at Wen Jiyun peeling the fruit.

Wen Jiyun lowered his eyes, carefully peeling the peach peel with a knife.

Wen Jiyun has always been very careful in doing things, let him mix warm water, the temperature is really neither hot nor cold at all, just right.When asked to peel a peach, he would peel off the peel bit by bit without leaving any pulp or sticking a little peel on the pulp, and the peeled peel would form a strip.It's not like serving people, but like carefully crafting a work of art.

Peel off the peach skin, Wen Jiyun cut the peach flesh into small pieces, removed the peach core, and put them on a plate.

"Not enough to eat." The little emperor sitting on the bed continued to manipulate him with peace of mind, and said, "Cut another one."

Wen Jiyun worked hard and peeled another peach for the little emperor, and put them on the plate together.

Just as he put down the fruit knife in his hand, the little emperor leaning on the bed ordered him again: "Take another bunch of grapes."

Wen Jiyun also put a bunch of grapes on the plate, and brought them to the little emperor together.

Ruan Tang asked Wen Jiyun to put a small table on the bed, put the fruit plate on the small table, and stretched his legs under the small table.In this way, the fruit plate was placed in front of Ruan Tang.

On the plate, a small golden fork was stuck on the sliced ​​peach meat.On the top of the long handle of the fork, there is a small pearl hanging from the end.

Ruan Tang's right shoulder was wrapped in a bandage and he couldn't move. He forked a piece of peach meat with his left hand and put it into his mouth.

The peach flesh was sweet and soft, Ruan Tang narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, forked another piece, and handed it to Wen Jiyun.

Because Wen Jiyun thought that the little emperor wanted to eat fruit himself from the beginning, he didn't think about anything else, and only prepared a pair of forks in the fruit plate.So Ruan Tang only had this fork in his hand, so he had to hand him the one he had used.

In Ruan Tang's view, this is different from using chopsticks and spoons. Anyway, the mouth can't bite the fork. The purpose of using a fork is to keep your hands clean and not dirty. There is nothing wrong with using a fork just to make ends meet.

Seeing the peach meat that the little emperor handed to him, Wen Jiyun was startled, and raised his eyes to look at the little emperor.

Ruan Tang felt that he seemed to be disgusted by Wen Jiyun.

When he ate the first piece of peach meat just now, he was actually careful not to bite the fork on purpose, but Wen Jiyun still disliked him.Ruan Tang was a little angry, looked at Wen Jiyun and said domineeringly: "Are you despising me? You must eat, you must eat."

Wen Jiyun lowered his head, and really took Ruan Tang's hand, and ate the peach meat he fed.

Wen Jiyun had never tasted such a soft and sweet peach, the sweet and soft peach flesh, just like the person who fed him the peach.

There was an indescribable impulse surging in his chest.

He wanted to eat people who were as soft and sweet as peaches, like peaches, in one bite.

He carefully chewed and tasted the peach flesh in his mouth until the peach flesh melted in his mouth, leaving a puddle of sugar water-like sweetness that melted into his throat and heart.

Seeing Wen Jiyun eat the peach meat, Ruan Tang stared at him with a pair of bright eyes, and asked with a smile: "Is it sweet? Is it very sweet?"

Wen Jiyun gave a soft "um" and raised his hand to take the fork from the little emperor's hand.

Ruan Tang thought that Wen Jiyun thought peaches were delicious and wanted to eat more, and he was happier eating peaches than himself, so he quickly gave him the fork.

He had observed carefully for so long before, but he hadn't observed a single bit of what Wen Jiyun liked to eat, and giving him anything was like giving him poison | medicine.

This meeting was very difficult, Wen Jiyun had something he liked for the first time, he had to give Wen Jiyun what Wen Jiyun liked, and let Wen Jiyun eat his fill first.

Who made Wen Jiyun his idol, and he is Wen Jiyun's "father fan"?

When Ruan Tang was still in school, he couldn't understand why the star-chasing girls in the class called the stars "son" through the screen and said that he was their "mother fan". Now Ruan Tang suddenly understood this feeling.

He found that he seemed to be a "papa fan".

He is like an old father, he is worried about his idol, he wants to try his best to give his idol everything he can, he wants to see his idol live a good life, and he doesn't ask his idol for anything in return.

If possible, I hope that while Idol is concentrating on his career, he will remember how kind his old father was to him in the future, and leave his old father alone.

"Old father" Ruan Tang was thinking about his life when a piece of peach meat was fed to his lips.

Ruan Tang froze for a moment, then raised his eyes to look.It was none other than his "good son" who fed him.

Wen Jiyun held the golden fork that he took from him just now, and fed him a piece of peach meat.

"You...why..." Ruan Tang was at a loss, looked at Wen Jiyun and said, "I have my own hands..."

Wen Jiyun answered him lightly: "I have hands too."

Ruantang couldn't refute Wen Jiyun's reason.He obviously has hands, just now when Ruan Tang fed him, he even ate peaches with Ruan Tang's hands.Now he is feeding Ruan Tang, if Ruan Tang doesn't eat, it will be Ruan Tang not giving face.

He took it for granted when feeding his son, and when he was being fed by his son, the old father blushed.

Ruan Tang was flustered and flustered, like a fish trying to catch rice grains on a fishhook. Once he lowered his head and quickly caught the peach meat, he immediately backed away and swallowed the peach meat indiscriminately. He didn't even taste the peach meat he just ate. What's the taste.

Wen Jiyun watched the kitten obediently eating the peach meat with his hands, his five fingers holding the fork were burning hot, and his palms were soaked in sweat.If the fork handle was not made of gold, it would almost melt in his palm.

The little emperor ate the peaches fed by Wen Jiyun, smiled with relief, and grabbed the fork in Wen Jiyun's hand: "It's even, I'll feed you!"

As soon as Wen Jiyun raised his hand, he instead held the little emperor's hand that was reaching out to snatch the fork in his palm.

The little emperor paused his hands, and looked at Wen Jiyun with a pair of dark eyes: "What are you doing? Are you going to play tricks?"

Wen Jiyun didn't answer, but pinched the little emperor's tender and soft hand in the scarred palm and stroked it gently.

One hand is tender and white, like a freshly peeled egg, unaware of the sufferings of the world.

One hand is full of scars, like a plum blossom branch that has been chiseled thousands of times by wind knives, frost swords, and the chest is full of twists and turns.

The innocence of not knowing the world, the vicissitudes of experiencing the heat and cold, the honor of being high above, and the pain of falling into the dust...all intertwined.

The little emperor looked like a frightened squirrel, looking at Wen Jiyun and Wen Jiyun's hands with big eyes, feeling a little at a loss for a while.

He didn't know what happened to Wen Jiyun suddenly.

The scars on the hand, the calluses on the base of the fingers, the rough touch, gently rubbed the smooth and tender skin of the hand held in the palm.

Ruan Tang was somewhat obsessed with the slightly rough touch on his hand.Both real and powerful, but also gentle and restrained.

It wasn't until Bai Nennen's soft hand was rubbed that it was almost on fire, and Ruan Tang felt that it was very hot, so he pulled his hand out of Wen Jiyun's palm.

Wen Jiyun grasped the strength of his hand very well. He didn't hold him tightly, and he didn't pinch him painfully. As long as he exerted his own strength, he could pull back his hand.

Ruan Tang was dizzy from Wen Jiyun's rubbing, and gave up the idea of ​​grabbing a fork from Wen Jiyun's hand, and quietly put a grape into the fruit bowl with his fingers.

He lowered his head and slowly peeled the grape skin.

A crystal clear grape that had already been peeled was fed to his lips one step earlier.

Ruan Tang raised his head and looked at Wen Jiyun.

"Open your mouth." Wen Jiyun looked at Ruan Tang and said softly, "If you eat this one, feed me too."

Ruan Tang: What kind of childish ghost is this?Why does he like to play this?Could it be that he thought he also liked playing this kind of game of feeding and feeding?

The reason why Ruan Tang snatched the fork back to feed Wen Jiyun just now was entirely to win back his breath as an old father.

He never thought of playing such a childish game with Wen Jiyun.

Unexpectedly, Wen Jiyun usually looked at such a calm and stable person, but he turned out to be a naive ghost who didn't grow up.

Although he regarded Wen Jiyun as his son in his heart, after all, Wen Jiyun still wore a white belt around his waist, so he couldn't use this to poke Wen Jiyun.

So he chose the next best thing - to be his elder brother.

"Call me brother." Ruan Tang looked at Wen Jiyun and said, "Call me brother and I will eat."