ungrateful

The author has something to say: Yan Huai: Oops, made my wife cry again⊙▂⊙

Yanhuai's destination was in the south, and the convoy set off two days later, just missing Xin Chi's wedding.

It was rare for Ji An to be so brisk, and he followed Yan Huai's carriage honestly all the way, with his head down and his lips pursed, but the corners of his mouth were raised.

In fact, Yan Huai originally wanted Ji An to sit in the carriage with him, but Ji An refused to say anything, his little head shook like the rattle that his sister-in-law bought to tease his little nephew before, and he picked at the corner of his clothes and said that he never served anyone Following the principle of making a carriage with the master, and vowing that he is physically strong enough to walk with him, in the end he was only willing to take turns sitting in front of the carriage with Huoxiang, with the driver on the other side guarding the Yanhuai.

Why didn't I find this kid so stubborn before.

Yan Huai got angry with him and wanted to give him a hard time. He stayed in the carriage and closed his eyes to rest his mind. When there was something to do on the road, he only called Huoxiang, as if he couldn't see Ji An. Didn't give it to Ji An either.

When it was getting dark, they rushed to the first post house, booked a whole floor of guest rooms, drank water, ate and rested.

Yan Huai was angry all the way, and when he got back to his room to clean up, he felt soft-hearted, thinking about seeing Ji An limping while walking, and felt a little distressed, so he took the medicine from the bag and planned to give it to Ji An.

As soon as the door was opened, Ji An stood outside the door.

Xiaoxiao carried a huge wooden barrel by himself, which was mostly filled with hot water, which made Ji An's face pink and moist.

Both of Ji An's hands were occupied, and it was very difficult to move the bucket of water. He wanted to kick the door open with his feet, but Yan Huai opened the door from the inside, and he almost kicked Yan Huai.

He was taken aback and stammered: "Young master, young master."

Yan Huai frowned, reached out to take the wooden barrel and put it aside, looked at the sweat beads on Ji An's forehead, whether it was from the hot water or tiredness, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Ji An knew that Yan Huai was angry with him, and normally the young master would not ignore him all day, but he didn't know what mistake he had made, so he was trembling and careful, and stood at the door with his clothes corners in his hands, not daring to enter. She whispered: "I soaked the young master's feet, and I'm tired after a day's driving..."

Yan Huai told him that he lost his temper, and his anger was stalked for some reason, he stretched out his hand and pulled him into the room, he turned around and closed the door and hugged him by the waist, the movement was done in one go, and he strode towards the bed.

Ji An frightened him, and stared at Yan Huai blankly, his eyes widened.

Yan Huai stuffed the person on the bed, and squatted down to pick off Ji An's shoes: "I'm so tired after driving all day, you still have to walk all day!"

He grabbed Ji An's thin ankle, which felt thicker than Huoxiang's wrist, and stopped Ji An's restless struggle: "Don't move around, let me see your feet."

When the shoes and socks were removed, the white and tender soles of the feet were exposed, and there were two worn-out blood blisters on the forefoot, which made Yan Huai's heart ache when he saw it.

His tone softened immediately, he looked up at Ji An, and asked, "Doesn't it hurt?"

Ji An looked at Yan Huai and didn't know what was going on. Suddenly, a sense of grievance rushed up from the ankle held by the young master. His nose was sour and his eyes were red. He thought he had offended the young master today, but in the future, the young master I wouldn't treat him any more, but the young master held his dirty feet and asked him if it hurt.

The corners of his mouth curled down, tears rolled in his eye sockets, and he explained aggrievedly: "No, it's okay, I'll walk around tomorrow and grind out calluses, just, just fine."

After walking for a day, he always felt that his feet were dirty, his toes curled up in shame, and he struggled slightly to get Yan Huai to let him go.

However, Yan Huai's mood was abnormally unstable today, so he suppressed his anger, and then he was irritated by Ji An's self-suffering statement again. He used force with his hands, and his tone became worse: "I used to follow Xin Chi, that's how it is. Does the callus not hurt anymore?"

Ji An trembled when he heard the word "Xin Chi", and lowered his head, the mosquito's voice was louder than him: "Mmm."

"Then wait for him to wash his feet, eat, change clothes and sleep?"

This time Ji An refused to speak, pursed his lips and lowered his head, only his toes moved uneasily.

Yan Huai's gaze finally moved away from the soles of his feet, looked up at the poor man, and said in the order of the master to teach the servants: "Correct all the stinky problems in the past, will you follow me or follow him? Are my rules more important than his rules?"

This is actually a question that doesn't need to be answered. Yan Huai can't tell why he is so angry. It can't be because Ji An cheated on him, and two blood blisters came out of the sole of his foot.

He went to the door and dragged the foot bath that Ji An limped for him, and heard Ji An apologize pitifully: "Master, I didn't do well, don't be angry."

Yan Huai put his feet in the bucket, and asked with a straight face: "Since I made a mistake, should I correct it?"

The blood bubbles on Ji An's feet were soaked by water, and he hissed in pain immediately, curled up his toes and tried to move away, but when he heard Yan Huai's words, he didn't dare to move again, and said weakly, "Change."

Yan Huai knew that he was in pain, his fingers connected to his heart, and the wound on the sole of his foot was more painful than the wound on the palm of his hand, so he held water in his hands to wash him, and asked while washing, "Then will you ride in a carriage with me tomorrow?"

Ji An was trained to be honest, watched the young master wash his feet, wanted to hide but didn't dare to hide, his whole body was tense, his face was slumped, he didn't dare to be stubborn anymore, and obediently responded: "sit."

After Yan Huai cleaned up the wound, he got up and found a foot cloth to wipe Ji An's feet, and then sat next to Ji An, his tone finally eased: "Listen to me earlier, do you have to suffer this? You have to serve you now, the young master. Are you ashamed?"

Ji An tugged at the corner of his clothes helplessly, his head was stuck, and his mouth was also stuck. He watched Yan Huai take out two ointments from the bag, but couldn't say a word.

Yan Huai stretched out his hand to him, and said, "Come here, I will apply the medicine for you."

Ji An was still dumbfounded, dumbfounded, stupid and dumb, but Yan Huai only thought it was cute.

Ji Ansheng is white, especially his feet. Although he has been a servant all year round, he doesn't do hard work for a long time, so there are only some thin calluses left on his heels. After being steamed by hot water, his skin reveals a lovely pink color. , but the two blood bubbles on the palm became more conspicuous.

Judging by the severity of the situation, it was probably worn out when he was on his way in the afternoon, and he walked all the way, thanks to him being able to bear it.

Yan Huai unscrewed a small jar, took out a little of the ointment, and applied it to Ji An's feet. The refreshing feeling immediately relieved the burning pain on the soles of many feet.

Ji An was brought back to his senses by the cool touch, his calf retreated, and he stammered, "I, I will do it myself."

Yan Huai was not used to him, so he stretched out his hand to catch him back, carefully inspected the wound, then applied a layer of ointment while gently blowing on him, after he was treated, he let him go, saying: "What are you doing? Before the injury heals, you forget the pain again, right?"

Ji An wanted to move his hands but didn't dare to move, his feet wanted to hide but didn't dare to hide, like a bird with wings tied, he was pitiful.

Yan Huai pushed the wooden barrel aside, went to wash his hands, and came back to see that Ji An was still sitting obediently, drying the freshly applied medicine on his feet.

He held back all the way, and finally went to get the candy cake and candied fruit jar, stuffed a piece of candied fruit into Ji An's mouth, sighed, then raised his hand and gently rubbed Ji An's head.

The child hung his head, and there were some obvious dark marks on his sleeves.

Ji An is too stubborn, if he doesn't scold him, he will have to follow the rules with trepidation, but he is too timid, if he scolded him today, he will be at a loss for several days later, and maybe he will be frightened, thinking that he will not he.

A slap in the face requires several sweet dates.

Yan Huai stretched out his arms, hugged him into his arms, softened his tone, and asked, "I just trained you, are you wronged?"

The medicine just applied on the soles of the feet was still cool and soothing the uncomfortable feeling, Ji An's voice was a little muffled: "I didn't do well, I should be scolded, I don't feel wronged."

Where there is no grievance, the voice is full of tears.

Yan Huai followed his back, once and for a while, like stroking a frightened kitten: "I know that Xin Chi treated you badly before, but I'm different from him."

He felt the person in his arms trembling and twitching, probably crying. The clothes on his chest were stained with moisture, but the person in his arms was still silent. He waited for a while before discussing again. Said: "An'an, forget about the past, okay?"