ungrateful

The author has something to say: Thank you boss starfish!Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone~~~

In the past, Ji An devoted all his heart and soul to being good to Xin Chi, and he would only be sincere, and he didn't learn any crooked thoughts, he was pure and naive.

So when he reacted, he was coaxed by Yan Huai to lie down on the bed.

Yan Huai was very satisfied, rubbed his little head, and praised him casually: "An An is so good."

Ji An found out that Young Master Yanhuai and Xin Chi... the former young master didn't seem to like calling him by his name, but always called him "An An", which seemed to be very intimate, and seemed to treat him like a little child.

What's more, praising "really good" is also a way of coaxing children.

He was a little embarrassed, pursed his lips, thought stupidly for a while, and choked out a sentence: "Young Master...Young Master, please rest earlier."

Yan Huai sat on the side of the bed, took out a small medicine bottle from his arms, and said, "I know, the young master has seen your injuries, so I should go to rest early."

He waved to Ji An and said, "Come here, I'll help you change your wound medicine."

However, Ji An hesitated and refused to move. Only then did he realize where he was injured.

He is a servant of the Xin Mansion, even the book boy next to the young master has a slightly higher status, and he is mixed with other people for food, clothing, housing and transportation on weekdays.When the summer heats up, a group of middle-aged and half-children stand naked in the courtyard and dare to take a shower with well water. Later, it was because Ji An was white and tender, and was always laughed at by other men for his thin skin and tender flesh, so he didn't want to be with his master. The others took a shower together, but after all, he didn't think there was anything to avoid between men.

But now it's different.

Ji An looked at Yan Huai, unable to talk about his own difficulties, and finally just whispered: "You can't trouble the young master, I... I will do it myself."

He didn't say a word, but his flushed little face had already betrayed him thoroughly.

Yan Huai looked at him for a while, and was defeated by Ji An's eyes that looked like he was about to cry again. He put the golden sore medicine he prepared beside Ji An's pillow, and promised, "Okay, An An will do it by herself."

In order to make it easier for Ji An to take the medicine himself, Yan Huai did not blow out the candle lamp when he left.

The room had never been dark, and Ji An was not as scared as he was the day before in the quiet room. When he saw that Yan Huai had really gone out, he got up from the bed and found the medicine bottle that Yan Huai had placed beside his pillow. .

It looks familiar, after he and the young master were injured that time, they also got a small medicine bottle like Yan Huai.

There is exactly the same word "banquet" on the bottom of the bottle.

Ji An held the small white porcelain bottle so hard that his fingertips turned white.

Inevitably, he remembered the time with Xin Chi again, and then fell into the memory of that nightmare again.

The more you want to forget, the clearer the scene will be.

Ji An didn't apply any medicine, and slowly rolled himself up and hugged himself tightly.

Three days passed, and Yan Huai felt something was wrong.

The sore medicine is a prescription he formulated, and Yan Huai is confident of its efficacy. He also ordered Ji An's three meals a day. , and Ji An was not allowed to work every day, so he was raised in the house with peace of mind, either sleeping or listening to that chatterbox Huoxiang tell jokes.

But just like that, Ji An didn't see any growth, and his complexion seemed to be worse than before. His eyes were black and blue, and he was crumbling, which made Yan Huai worry that the child would faint again in the next moment.

Yan Huai looked at the people sitting at the table eating obediently, and found that Ji An's appetite, which was fairly good before, seemed to be something wrong - a bowl of fish soup, after drinking it for a long time, he didn't see much of it.

Fortunately, because he was sitting next to him, Ji An ate slowly, and finally finished his meal, but Yan Huai had seen Ji An's appearance when he ate noodles in thin soup that night, and he always felt that the soup was not cooked right for him Appetite, why is it difficult for a child to swallow a bitter medicine.

So in the evening, Yan Huai ordered to cook the noodles again.

Ji An was most afraid of nightfall, so when he calmed down, the autumn wind blowing the fallen leaves outside would make him tremble with fear.

He had something on his mind, and he couldn't eat a bowl of noodles, so he forced himself to eat half a bowl, and looked at Yan Huai pitifully: "Young master... eat, I can't eat anymore."

Yan Huai frowned, so frightened that Ji An picked up the bowl and forcibly drank two mouthfuls of noodle soup. He could hardly swallow it, and whispered, "I really can't eat it anymore."

He was actually very sad, he knew how precious this noodle was, the young master specially cooked it for him, but he couldn't finish it, wasting such a good thing.

Ji An thought dejectedly, he really didn't know good from bad.

Yan Huai seemed to be really angry, and took the remaining half bowl of noodles in silence and went out.

Ji An was left alone in the room again. He sat by the table for a long time, until he felt numbness in his legs, finally came back to his senses, slowly moved from the table to the bed, and hugged the quilt again. At the corner of the bed.

The unbearable night is about to begin again.

You can go and return to Yanhuai.

Maybe two hours later, or maybe only a quarter of an hour later, Ji An would have no sense of time at night.

There was a very shallow sound from the door, but it was infinitely magnified in the dark night, Ji An shivered in fright, and subconsciously shrank back in the corner of the bed.

When Yan Huai entered the door, he turned on the light of the oil lamp in his hand, and what he saw was such a scene.

The child's eyes were red, but he didn't cry. He tightly clutched the quilt and curled up into a ball. His expression of shock hadn't dissipated yet, and his body was trembling unconsciously and finely.

A bird frightened by a bow, all plants and trees are soldiers, that's probably the case.

Yan Huai put the pillow in his hand next to Ji An's pillow, sat on the edge of the bed, and touched Ji An's hand: "Why don't you sleep?"

Ji An choked for a moment. He didn't dare to say that he couldn't fall asleep. He forgot to think why Yan Huai brought a pillow. He quickly lay down on the bed, covered himself with a thin quilt, and folded his hands on his chest. Obedient sleeping position, lie down and answer the young master's words: "Sleep, sleep."

Yan Huai didn't expose him, turned around to tinker with things, and returned to the bed after a while. This time, he sat down directly and completely captured Ji An's whole situation from opening his eyes to closing them quickly when he saw him come back. process.

He tied one of the incense purses on the bedside, and put the other next to the pillow, and then he patted Ji An and said, "Stop pretending, it's not acting like it."

Ji An was a little innocent. He didn't know why the young master cared about whether he slept or not.

He opened his eyes and looked at Yan Huai. He had clearly experienced such a terrible thing, but his eyes were still clean and pure.

Yan Huai did not soften his heart this time, he looked directly at the poor little girl in front of him, and asked, "An'an, is it difficult to tell me the five words 'Master, I'm afraid'?"

When he saw Ji An curled up at the corner of the bed like that, he didn't understand anything.

It was because of his carelessness, the child named Xin Chi was bullied so badly by that bastard that his life was about to die, how could he not be afraid.

But Yan Huai was indeed a little angry, because Ji An wasn't close enough to him, so he kept everything in his heart and didn't tell him.

This habit is really bad and needs to be changed.

Yan Huai hardened his heart, looked at Ji An seriously, and reprimanded him again: "Since I was too scared to sleep, why didn't you tell me?"

Ji An was really frightened, he pursed his lips and looked at Yan Huai. He didn't know why Yan Huai was so angry suddenly, but he quickly admitted his mistake: "Master, I... I was wrong."

Yan Huai: "..."

He gritted his teeth and said, "It's quick to admit your mistakes, do you know what's wrong?"

Ji An didn't know, he only knew that if his master was upset, he would admit his mistake and accept punishment. Xin Chi never asked him this before, as long as he obediently admitted his mistake, he would be able to coax Xin Chi well.

Fear gradually surged, he worried that Yan Huai would punish him and send him away.

He grabbed the quilt, his eyes were red with fright, he got up and knelt on the bed, and begged: "Master, I was really wrong, I was wrong, please, master...Master...don't send me away."

Yan Huai: "..."

All right, Yan Huai admit defeat.

He really can't do anything about the poor boy.

The injury on Ji An's leg didn't heal quickly. Kneeling like this is not acceptable. Yan Huai stretched out his arms to hold him under his armpit and picked him up. His tone had subconsciously slowed down: "I won't send you away, I'm just asking you ,why did not you tell me?"

Ji An lowered his head, let out a sniffling sound, and whispered, "No, it's not worth it."

Yan Huai patted the back of his head and said, "How do you know it's not worth it? Is it worth it for me to give you three meals a day? Is it worth it for me to let you sleep in my bed? I personally make the golden sore medicine for you. , is it worth it?"

Before he could finish speaking, he heard the noise of the person with his head down sniffing a little more, so Yan Huai had no choice but to add: "Don't cry."

Ji An raised his hand and quickly wiped his face, but his voice was still crying, soft and small, and he finally whispered: "I... I have nightmares, and I wake up with fright when I fall asleep."

He glanced at Yan Huai quietly, and then he spoke the truth with some grievances: "I dare not sleep."

In the end, it still made people cry, Yan Huai went to wash the veil and let him wipe his face, then sighed and said: "Sleep peacefully tonight, I will accompany you."