ungrateful

Ji An buried his head in Yan Huai's shoulder and cried secretly.

After being by Yan Huai's side, he seemed to be crying all the time. He had learned the truth that "crying can't solve the problem" when he faced his father who was drinking and beating people every day when he was a child.

He knew it was wrong, how could he be hugged by the young master, how could he be coaxed by the young master, but Yan Huai hugged him, as if he had created a small world for him.Here, he doesn't have to worry about being punished for not obeying the rules, and he doesn't have to worry about offending his master and being abandoned.Yan Huai is just Yan Huai, and Ji An is just Ji An. They are not young masters and servants, masters and servants. He can hide in Yan Huai's arms, cry, be wronged, and have a temper.

After the strength of the medicine was over, the soles of the feet began to ache, densely packed, burning his feet hotly, Ji An never thought that he would be so squeamish, because he was about to cry because of a blood blister on his foot.

He grabbed Yan Huai's clothes, couldn't stop his tears, hiccupped from crying, and told the person who was holding him what had been pressing on him for a long time: "I can't forget...I'm afraid..."

Listening to his movements, Yan Huai knew that he had pissed people off today.

Cleaning up the troubles I caused by myself, Yan Huai changed into a more comfortable position and hugged Ji An, saying, "Then tell me."

Ji An's sobs slowed down for a few seconds, all his thoughts, emotions and rationality seemed to be melted into the tears that night, and then flowed out with the tears, his head was empty, and then with the banquet With these words, the desire to confide was stronger than any other day.

He was almost crushed.

Ji An couldn't help crying, he couldn't finish a complete sentence, he stuttered and lost his head, he just remembered holding on to Yan Huai's clothes, the past was a flood disaster, and Yan Huai was his only life-saving straw.

It was extremely difficult to say a word, Ji An told Yan Huai: "Master, woo woo...I, master... woo woo...I killed the young master, no, I killed Xin Chi...He bled a lot, I ...Woooo...Killed someone...Scared..."

After saying this, Ji An trembled twice, cried even more fiercely, and couldn't speak a word.

This is almost the same as the truth that Yan Huai pieced together. Ji An's silent crying is too hurtful. He is afraid that Ji An will fall into his own assumptions and be dragged by some terrible and unreal thoughts. Go, pat him on the back and tell Ji An: "Xin Chi is not dead, An An, Xin Chi is not dead."

But Ji An just cried, curled up in his arms, his teeth clenched, his whole body was shaking, tears were like running water in a spring, pouring out of his eyes unstoppably.

Until Yan Huai realized something was wrong, opened his mouth, squeezed his shoulder and shouted: "An'an, look at me!"

He looked at Ji An's eyes that were swollen from crying but were dazed, and while giving Ji An comfort, he emphasized his tone and said word by word: "An'an, Xin Chi, no, yes, dead."

His dazed eyes finally focused, and Ji An came back to his senses in one breath, coughing violently.

After a while, he looked at Yan Huai while hiccupping, with a face that was in a mess of crying. It was hard to believe that he really told the story.

He cried until his eyes were swollen, his chest was tight, his head was buzzing, and his eyes were filled with tears habitually. Ji An couldn't see Yan Huai's expression clearly, so he just yelled in a sobbing voice: " Master..."

Then a piece of candy was stuffed in his mouth.

There was no towel at hand, so Yan Huai held his face, wiped the tears on Ji An's face with the palm of his hand, and wiped his thumb under the eye sockets, so softly that Ji An had the illusion that Yan Huai cherished him.

Then he heard Yan Huai sigh.

Ji An immediately became nervous, and watched Yan Huai's expression carefully, biting the candy that Yan Huai gave him in his mouth, he didn't dare to think about the taste of the candy, and waited helplessly for Yan Huai's reaction after hearing this.

And Yan Huai didn't say anything, just hugged him into his arms again, and gave a soft "um", in response to his "young master" just now.

The tension in Ji An's body instantly relaxed. He was like a cloud that had been floating for a long time, was blown around by the wind, and today it finally turned into rain and landed on the ground.

Yan Huai safely caught him.

His apprehension, his anxiety, seemed to be all caught up by Yan Huai following the truth he spoke today, and resolved one by one.

Ji An finally stopped crying, but he cried for too long and too hard before, and was still hiccupping uncontrollably.

He twitched and his head was a mess, and he finally stopped paying attention to the respect of master and servant that he had carefully insisted on for many years, and he didn't care that the tears on his face would stain the master's clothes, and he wanted to smear his face Buried in Yan Huai's arms, then said in a low voice: "Young master... I feel pain."

That sound was softer and more waxy than the meowing of a newborn kitten, as if it was being coquettish.

Yan Huai finally laughed, like coaxing a newborn baby while patting him on the back and coaxing him, his voice was a bit seductive: "Young Master, Huhu, it won't hurt anymore."

That night, after a lesson, Ji An forced himself to forget the rules, listened to Yan Huai's words obediently, and slept obediently in Yan Huai's room.

He sleeps on the inside and Yan Huai sleeps on the outside.

The young master has a pleasant medicinal fragrance, which reassures him more than anything else.

Then the next day, Ji An, with his eyes so swollen that he couldn't see anyone, hugged the burden of himself and Yan Huai in desperation, and got into the carriage behind Yan Huai's buttocks.

Huoxiang was sitting outside the carriage, still biting the meat buns that she didn't finish eating in the morning because she slept late, and said to Monk Ji An inside the carriage, "I just told you to listen to the young master, yesterday I insisted on walking, which made me I have to walk with you too, my feet are swollen from walking, Ping An, you really can't do this, really."

The master who washed the feet and applied medicine yesterday treated the two servants differently, and Yan Huai threw a fruit out of the carriage: "Shut up, those people escorting the carriage behind have been walking all day. Is it just you who are squeamish?"

Huoxiang was very proficient in pickling. Just after eating the meat buns in his mouth, he seamlessly took a bite of the fruit, and muttered in a low voice, not convinced: "It's not that you told me to shout hard in front of Ping An. .”

After eating half of the fruit, Huoxiang remembered something, and continued in the carriage: "Ping An, I'm serious, don't your feet hurt?"

Ji An: "..."

The young master applied the medicine, and the swelling subsided within one night. After wrapping it in a soft cloth, if you don't walk for a long time today, it won't hurt.

Ji An lied recklessly without confidence, whispered "it doesn't hurt", and didn't know if Huoxiang could hear him, so he secretly looked up at Yan Huai with a guilty conscience.

However, Yan Huai was looking at him with a half-smile expression, and caught Ji An straight away.

The person who was caught peeking immediately turned red with shame, but the carriage was moving, and his foot was injured again. There was no way to escape, so he could only put on a blushing face and begged for mercy in a low voice: "Master, Don't... laugh."