ungrateful

The author has something to say: I like some stupid wives.Well, I also like some starfish

Ji An listened quietly at the side, and when Huo Xiang asked this, he couldn't eat the pea cakes in his hand in an instant.

Since Da Yanhuai knew that he dared not sleep alone, he had been with Ji An all the time.Those were the few days when Ji An slept most peacefully, but when he woke up, he was always restless.

There is no rule in any mansion that a servant can sleep in the master's bed when he is sick.

Ji An struggled in this contradiction, and when the wound on his leg finally scabbed and tender flesh grew, Ji An felt that he had no reason to bother Yan Huai anymore, so he proposed carefully that he wanted to follow the rules and sleep in the other's room go.

At that time, Yan Huai was preparing Anshenxiang, and he paused for a moment, and said to Ji An: "It is agreed that An An will repay me for recovering from his illness, so why is he running away?"

The tone was extremely aggrieved, as if Ji Anduo had no conscience.

But Ji An just didn't dare to sleep on his master's bed anymore, with his head lowered, a little helpless: "I...I didn't want to run away..."

He seemed to be in a dilemma, his feet were pushed together desperately, trying to reduce his sense of existence, his whole body tensed up, and he explained in a soft voice: "I...I can't sleep on the master's bed all the time."

Yan Huai stared at him for a while, and took a compromise: "Well, An An will move to the outside to sleep, and watch the night for me."

That place was used to sleep by the servants of the night watch. There was only a plank bed, and the bedding was a bit old. Yan Huai ordered people to replace it with a large carved bed, surrounded by silk curtains, and spread two layers of soft mattresses.

This became Ji An's exclusive small bed.

Yan Huai felt sorry for him, and all the bedding and curtains he used were of the highest quality, and the corner of the bed was specially vacated to put some soothing spices, but Ji An still couldn't help but recall the past.

Before Xin Chi took Cuihe, he also slept outside Xin Chi's room every day, keeping vigil for him.

Any memory about the Xin family is like a memory vortex, and Ji An will be sucked into it at the slightest touch. He has nowhere to escape, he can't even struggle, and can only fall into the great fear of the past.

That night, Ji An had a nightmare after a long absence.

This time he dreamed about something earlier, it was a summer night full of thunder and lightning, on that day Xin Chi was punished to kneel in the ancestral hall, Ji An also knelt down in the middle of the night, the old lady finally got a letter to rescue Xin Chi, Ji An limped and helped Xin Chi back to his room, and Xin Chi developed a high fever that night.

It rained heavily that night, the housekeeper ordered someone to invite the doctor, but the people who went out did not return. Ji An was so anxious that he plunged into the rain and knocked on the doors of several well-known doctor's homes in the city to seek medical treatment.

In the dream, Ji An was covered in cold sweat, and rushed back with the begging doctor, but white paper lanterns were hung in the house, and the faces of the people in Xin's house were blurred like ghosts, and they said to him: "Young master!" Dead, smashed on the head by you, smashed to death."

Ji An woke up suddenly with a fright, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

He hadn't had such a dream for a while, and now he fell into it again, even more terrified.

However, maybe it was because he was panting in panic too much, or maybe Yan Huai just woke up at night, in short, the person who was supposed to serve Ji An came out from the room with an oil lamp, and saw Ji An's pale face with red eyes , there are drops of water hanging on the eyelashes, which are a little crystal clear against the candlelight.

He lowered his voice and asked Ji An, "Have you had a nightmare again?"

Ji An was so frightened that he sniffed, nodded slightly, and blurted out a "hmm" from his throat. Seeing that Yan Huai was sitting beside his bed, he rubbed against Yan Huai. At one point, he carefully grabbed a corner of Yan Huai's obscene clothes.

His voice was trembling, obviously he was dependent, but he still insisted on following the rules: "I'm sorry, young master, I woke you up."

Yan Huai put the oil lamp aside and said with a smile: "This will punish you."

He lay sideways on Ji An's bed, and stretched out his hand to call Ji An: "Come here, keep me warm."

In fact, at this moment, Ji An was so frightened that his hands and feet were cold, and he couldn't warm the bed at all, but Yan Huai's words gave him a reason, Ji An pursed his lips and hesitated for a while, and then snuggled into the blanket ——He was really scared, and the fear made him temporarily greedy.

So Ji An slept next to Yan Huai again.

Only this time, it was Yan Huai who slept with him on the small bed outside.

Every day, Ji An is obedient and honest. He is thin and only occupies a small space beside the bed, and most of the bed is moved to Yan Huai, but when he wakes up the next morning, he always rolls into the bed. Huai's arms.

After five or six days, Ji An finally didn't dare to secretly pretend to forget the rules anymore, endured the reluctance in his heart, and reminded Yan Huai in a low voice: "Young Master, you should sleep in the inner room. The bed is too small, and it's uncomfortable for you to fall asleep."

The bed was indeed a bit cramped, so Yan Huai didn't object, and only told Ji An: "Come to me if you're afraid."

But the latest memory of the vigil is the sense of security that Yan Huai held him to sleep, and Ji An never had a nightmare again.

He was used to sleeping outside the young master's bedroom. Although Yan Huai seldom called people around at night, Ji An just wanted to keep watch, so when he heard Yan Huai want Huoxiang to watch the night instead of him, he immediately became nervous, and his voice was a little anxious, But she was still limp, and said to Yan Huai: "Master, I, I am not tired, so I can keep vigil for the young master."

Yan Huai was teasing Huoxiang, but he frightened the little fool first, and almost stopped laughing, and said to Huoxiang, "Of course An'an sleeps in his bed, let you watch the night, today I will Squat at the door and guard."

Ji An's eyes widened.

Huoxiang was actually very kind to him, telling him new stories about Mr. Storyteller every time, and bringing him fun and delicious gadgets. The autumn night was very cold, and he didn't want Huoxiang to squat at the door to watch the night.

But...he didn't want to sleep in the wing where the servant lived, and he also wanted to guard the young master.

Ji An was very conflicted, clutching the corner of his clothes and pursing his lips, but Huo Xiang had already heard that Yan Huai was teasing him, and wailed, "Master, you're teasing me again!"

The little follower jumped up from embarrassment and flirted with his master, furious, nagging Yan Huai that he loved to make him happy, and at the same time neatly tidying up Yan Huai's desk.Yan Huai has the habit of annotating books, Huo Xiang followed the old practice and put Yan Huai's self-made annotations on the positions where the annotations were added, and put the books into different categories on the bookshelf.

Ji An was taken aback for a while, and later realized that he was just joking.

Huoxiang has such a tacit understanding with the young master, she can guess it all at once, and she can play tricks cleverly to entertain her, but he is different, he is very stupid, and always makes the young master worry about it.

I really don't like myself.

Ji An pursed his lips to reflect on himself, but he just couldn't learn those pleasing ways, after thinking about it, he only had the stupidest way to be good to the young master.

Waking up the next day, Yan Huai got dry and comfortable clothes.

Autumn is always humid, and even the clothes are damp. Huoxiang is usually careless and never knows to help the master dry the clothes he is about to wear. However, Yan Huai is not that particular, and has never reminded Huoxiang to do this. .

Now, only Ji An would be so caring.

The incense is not the usual sandalwood at home, it smells like you just came back from the temple, but with a faint scent of osmanthus.

Yan Huai changed his clothes and got up, the people who were sleeping outside woke up early, the beds were all tidy, Yan Huai opened the curtain and went into the yard, just saw Ji An coming back with a dustpan of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Probably because of a busy morning, Ji An's nose had some beads of sweat, reminding Yan Huai of the dewdrops on the leaves in autumn.

Seeing him, the child leaned closer and called him in a soft and obedient voice, "Master, are you up?"