ungrateful

The author has something to say: Thank you, boss starfish~~

In the past in Xin's mansion, Ji An always got up very early no matter how cold the winter was or how hot it was.In summer, ice and water are fetched, in autumn clothes are dried and leaves picked, and when winter arrives, charcoal should be added to the hand-warming stove early.

When Xin Chi woke up, everything was ready.

Sometimes when Ji An met Xin Chi opening the door, he would obediently ask "Hello", but Xin Chi never replied him with a faint "Yes".

In fact, he was a little disappointed. He wanted the young master to be satisfied with him, even if it was just a smile.

It took a long time for Ji An to get used to it, and he comforted himself by saying that the young master only left him to serve him, so he was satisfied with him.

After all, isn't that how masters treat servants?The master has never seen how close he is to his confidant Uncle Wan, and his wife is to the dowry Cuihe.

But now he is spoiled by Yan Huai, and some "daring" thoughts pop up in his heart, and there is a little more unconscious expectation in his eyes looking at Yan Huai.

In Yan Huai's eyes, this is the scene - under the early autumn sun, there is a little fool standing in the courtyard, looking at him with bright eyes.

Yan Huai feels that no one can bear the way this good boy is looking at you wholeheartedly.

He was a little soft in his heart, smiled and waved to Ji An, calling him: "An An, come here."

He waited for Ji An to come over, raised his hand and took off the two laurel leaves that were stuck on the man's hair, then turned around and led the man into the house, asking casually as he walked, "Where did you go? Why did the leaves get all over your head?" .”

Ji An obediently reported his whereabouts: "Go shake the osmanthus."

Such a large bouquet of sweet-scented osmanthus can be seen shaking very hard.

Yan Huai said "um", remembering that at this time in the past years, the small kitchen at home should make sweet-scented osmanthus snacks, so he asked again: "Do you like the taste of sweet-scented osmanthus?"

Ji An shook his head slightly, realized that Yan Huai didn't look at him, and then explained in a low voice: "Osmanthus fragrans can be stored after drying, and used when drying clothes in the future, which can cover the smell of charcoal in the smoker."

Yan Huai was originally chatting casually, and almost said "who taught you" directly, but held back before saying it.

Who else could be, who else could be.

The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus in his nose suddenly became a bit greasy and obvious, quietly occupying his attention, Yan Huai frowned slightly, took out a sachet he made himself, and lit it in the room again. Branch pine agarwood.

Huoxiang brought Yan Huai's breakfast over, usually there should be Ji An's share, so Yan Huai asked Huoxiang to eat with her.

Ji An diligently cleared the table, put the bowls and chopsticks one by one, washed the towels and called Yan Huai: "Master, it's time to eat."

He handed over the towel, stood aside and waited obediently, waited for Yan Huai to wipe his hands, then went to wash the towel and poured off the dirty water, and only after doing these things did he obediently come to eat.

Yan Huai watched with a frown, and the depression in his heart became more and more severe.

For a meal, Yan Huai was not in the mood to eat, Ji An originally ate less, but Huoxiang ate happily, and most of the food on the table went into Huoxiang's stomach.

After almost finishing eating, Yan Huai took the last piece of cake to Ji An and said, "The weather is fine today, let's take you two out for a walk."

Ji An stopped eating porridge with a spoon, raised his head and looked at Yan Huai, with a look of bewilderment and panic in his eyes.

But he was holding the spoon, before he could speak, Huoxiang was already excited, and suggested: "Master, let's go to the suburbs of the city, I just came here, I haven't been out yet!"

Ji An grabbed the corner of his clothes with his hand under the table, pursed his lips, looked at Huo Xiang who was very happy and the young master who was obviously in a good mood, and said softly, "Okay."

The weather was indeed wonderful, the air was cool and pleasant after the autumn rain, the sky was as blue as if it had been washed, and the sun was so warm that it made one's bones crisp. He didn't want to spoil the young master's happiness.

But he was indeed afraid that if he left the gate of the Yan Mansion, he might be arrested and brought back to the Xin Mansion at any time.

Grabbing the cake that Yan Huai handed over, Ji An only took a bite, but didn't taste anything. His mind was in a mess, and he just lost his mind in a daze until Huoxiang had already started to clean up the table and patted him. Shoulder asked him: "Peace, do you still eat?"

Ji An was taken aback, his hands shook, and the cake that had only eaten one bite fell to the ground.

The rice cake fell on the ground and rolled around, becoming dirty, but such an exquisite snack was something that a poor family would not be able to eat for a lifetime, Ji An subconsciously knelt down to pick it up.

But Yan Huai stopped him.

Yan Huai leaned over and picked up the dirty piece of cake, and threw it to Huoxiang for him to clean up, but he didn't let go of the hand he was holding because he blocked Ji An's movement.

Huoxiang always felt that Ji An ate too little, and his waist was thinner than those of the maids at home. While talking about Ji An telling him to eat more so as not to get sick, he cleaned up the table, probably thinking about going out, but his movements were very nimble.

After Huoxiang went out, Yan Huai said, "An'an, you forgot what I said again."

Yan Huai said too many things, teasing him, coaxing him, but Ji An knew which sentence Yan Huai asked - "When you are afraid, tell me".

Ji An felt a little pain in his heart, and a little sour, even the tip of his nose and eye sockets were hot. This sudden grievance made him a little overwhelmed, so he could only purse his lips, swallowing all the movement In the mouth, the hand held by Yan Huai unconsciously curled up twice.

He was terrified, but he couldn't speak.

He has no strengths, only a little bit of hard work can be called a strength, Ji An wants to work hard to be more obedient, and repay Yan Huai for so much, so much kindness to him.

Yan Huai's question was not answered, so he stroked Ji An's hair and told him: "I'm here, don't be afraid."

Probably because he noticed that Ji An was too nervous, he laughed again after speaking, and added: "Our An An is so pretty, why should we keep hiding."

Ji An was dumbfounded.

No one has ever praised him for his good looks, and no one has ever protected him like Yan Huai, and no one has held his hand tightly in his palm, as if he would not let go as long as he was still afraid.

The soreness in his heart became more obvious. Ji An felt that he might cry again, so he lowered his head and stared at his toes. After a long time, his ears turned red, and he whispered: "I'm not good-looking... "

Where is not good.

Yan Huai smiled in his heart, then imitated Ji An's behavior just now, and gently scratched Ji An's palm, and asked him, "Then do you want to go out with me?"

Ji An lowered his head, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw Yan Huai's hand holding his fingers. It was different from the rough and ugly hand with calluses formed by his long-term hard work. The young master's hand was slender and beautiful, with well-proportioned phalanges , only the middle finger has some very thin calluses, which are ground out by writing with a pen.

Some nonsensical thoughts were going up and down in his head, and he couldn't make up a complete logical chain. After a short silence, he said obediently: "Yes."