ungrateful

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It is late autumn in a flash.

One autumn rain and one cold, the weather gradually cooled down.

That day when Xin Chi came to the Yan Mansion, Ji An waited anxiously in Yan Huai's bedroom, his palms were covered with cold sweat, remembering what Yan Huai had left behind, he brought Huo Xiang to him to eat all the porridge, side dishes and pastries Then he waited for the banquet, and told him that Xin Chi came because he was about to get married and sent an invitation.

Ji An had known for a long time that Xin Chi was going to get married, but the past few days had passed in a muddle, and he hadn't thought about it at all.

He was stunned for a while, and then asked Yan Huai: "Master, from now on... Will I be your servant all the time?"

This is nonsense, Yan Huai has told him several times that he will not be sent away, but Ji An has no sense of security.

Yan Huai was very patient, and told Ji An again with certainty: "Yes, An An will follow me from now on."

So Ji An became besides Huo Xiang, another personal servant beside Yan Huai.

The injuries on his body healed up, and Yan Huai gradually regained some flesh. Although he was still thin, he was not as disfigured as when he first came here. He followed Yan Huai obediently all day long.

But Yan Huai was actually not satisfied.

He has seen Ji An's appearance by Xin Chi's side, as if his whole body and mind are on Xin Chi's body, that kind of Ji An is fresh and vivid, but now he is quiet and doesn't like to talk, and he will be in a daze from time to time.

Like this time.

Yan Huai was reading an ancient medical book in the study room. Huoxiang was a fussy man and couldn't sit still, so Yan Huai rewarded him with copper coins and asked him to go out and buy pastries and snacks, and then asked him to finish the same one by himself and buy a copy to bring to Ji Ann, Huoxiang thanked her happily and ran away, so only Ji An was left in the study to wait on her.

The weather is cool and comfortable, the window of the study room is open, and the autumn wind blows in from the outside, washing away the sticky and hot summer left bit by bit, leaving only a kind of lofty and vastness.

The weather is so comfortable that people's bones are crisp, it is really suitable for lazy writing a calligraphy and painting in the study, or just studying such an ancient medical book, wondering if this common medicinal material has other magical effects, it is really interesting.

Yan Huai finished reading a paragraph of the book, raised his head to relax his shoulders, and saw Ji An staring at the fallen leaves outside the window in a daze.

He knocked on the table to get Ji An's attention, and asked him, "What are you thinking about?"

Ji An came back to his senses, only to find that Yan Huai's teacup was empty, and there was not much ink in the inkstone. He quickly calmed down, first went to add tea to Yan Huai in a hurry, and then pinched the ink stone for Yan Huai to grind ink.

He felt that he was really bad, and he didn't serve Yan Huai well, so his voice became more chagrined: "No, I didn't think about anything."

Yan Huai wrote a few lines of small characters on the medical book as notes, then put the book away, patted the side beside him, and called Ji An: "Come here."

Knowing that he had made a mistake, Ji An became even more obedient. He pursed his lips and walked over on his knees, kneeling beside Yan Huai. Before he could speak, a pen was stuffed in his hand.

Yan Huai's voice was very close, and asked: "I remember, I taught you to write your name last time, do you still remember how to write it?"

Allowing him to study was just a reward from Xin Chi on the spur of the moment. In fact, Ji An didn't go to private school for a few days, and he didn't learn many characters seriously. The word "Ji An" was considered the best.

Ji An nodded, took a pen carefully, and wrote his name on the rice paper.

Probably copied too many times, although the two words on the paper are too immature, they also have a style of two or three points.

However, Yan Huai said: "Wrong writing."

Ji An carefully read it twice, and felt that there was nothing wrong with every stroke, so he retorted weakly without confidence: "That's how it was written."

Yan Huai held his hand and led him to write.

This posture seemed like Yan Huai was half-embracing him, Ji An was stunned for a moment, his whole body became stiff, his attention was all on the two hands holding together, he didn't notice what Yan Huai wrote with him, It wasn't until Yan Huai let go of him that Ji An remembered to look. There were three extra words next to the two words he had written: Ji Ping'an.

Ji An stared at these three characters in a daze, and heard Yan Huai say to him, "Ping An, which means Ping An An Shun, it's a good name."

Peace, peace.

Ji An was in a trance and heard his mother and father calling him in the rustling autumn wind. It must have been when he was four or five years old. The family was poor but very warm. When his father came back from working in the fields, he would bring grasshoppers made of grass, Standing with my mother, I called him: "Peace, come to my mother."

He was distracted again, but what he thought of this time was finally some good things.

When Huoxiang ran back, it was almost sunset, and brought Ji An a lot of snacks, candied snacks, and a big bag of melon seeds.

Ji An followed Yan Huai's writing all afternoon, and only now did Yan Huai let him go, saying: "Go, eat less snacks, it's time for dinner in a while."

Ji An obediently put away his pen and ink, hid his crooked handwriting, and then said, "Thank you, young master."

Huoxiang took a look with her head, and then immediately jumped away, afraid that Yan Huai would also catch him reading and writing.

He looked at Ji An sympathetically, bit his ear with him, and stuffed a bag of pea cakes into Ji An's hand: "This is delicious, it's still hot, go and eat it."

He felt that Ji An had been harmed by the young master for a whole day, so he couldn't be so dishonest and take the initiative to clean up the study.

Yan Huai got angry when he saw Huoxiang's appearance, he looked like a hen protecting its cubs, as if he had bullied Ji An, so he deliberately said: "Tomorrow An will rest in peace, you can serve as an errand."

Combined with the current situation...

Huoxiang made a bitter face, he is not a material for reading and learning, let him write for an afternoon, it is better to let him go to the backyard to chop firewood for an afternoon.

He hurried over to please Yan Huai, and took out a book from his arms with a playful smile: "Master, I don't just care about playing with myself, young master, look, is it the book that the young master found a few days ago?"

It really was the miscellaneous book he had been looking for for a while, it was mentioned in another book, it was said that this book contained some weird recipes, Yan Huai was curious, and gave up after searching for a while without any results. The son found it.

Yan Huai took it over and looked it over, and said, "You are the only one who is clever!"

Seeing that the matter of being detained in the study the next day was put aside, Huoxiang tried her best to please the master: "That's not for the sake of the young master's happiness! When the young master is happy, Huoxiang is smart."

Yan Huai felt more and more that Ji An and Huoxiang should not be allowed to play any longer, as sooner or later they would be led to ruin.

He kicked Huoxiang lightly, and said: "It's not good to be a good boy, An'an has been tired all afternoon, and I can't let him keep watch at night. You can watch today."

Before Ji An came, Huoxiang was actually on guard at night. Huoxiang didn't feel embarrassed about this job, but hesitated for a while, and asked, "Where did Ji An sleep then?"