Siberian wood bone

I seem to have returned to the day when I witnessed Ji Yao's poison attack——

The Jifu was in chaos, the servants were in a hurry, and I stayed where I was, with those deeply buried memories surging in my heart, and I couldn't resist.

I clearly should be in the middle of it, but it's like being in a fog, and what I see is so blurry that it seems to be separated by a layer of veil.

"Miss Ji's body...is Gu, right?" I heard myself asking in a trembling voice.

After the voice fell, everything in front of my eyes gradually became clear, as if the veil that had been covering my eyes just now was suddenly lifted off.

I raised my eyes and met a pair of dark eyes.

However, for a moment, the owner of the pair of eyes lightly covered them.

Snow eyelashes lowered.

I froze for a moment, then heard the master whisper: "Are you so worried about her?"

For some reason, the indifferent Master in front of me made me feel uneasy, and I couldn't help but want to hold his sleeve like I did when I was young.

I didn't want him to avoid him, and the sleeve flowed away from my hand like running water.

"It's indeed Gu." He answered me.

For a moment, I forgot all about the memories and fears, and just stared blankly at my hands.There seemed to be a gap in my heart suddenly, and the pain was gurgling.

I was almost out of breath from the pain.

However, "I" was still talking, begging him to save people.

He calmly agreed.

He said, "If you want, of course you can."

"Left and right are not difficult."

Having said that, he stopped, smiled, and looked beautiful and lingering.

"..."

I suddenly became a little crazy.

It's like drinking fine wine, dizzy and shaking, as if even the pain in the heart is relieved.

He approached, so close that I had to look up to see those affectionate eyes clearly, then bowed my head and whispered to me softly: "But you need to think carefully...you won't regret it if you choose."

"..."

I suddenly came to my senses.

The scene in front of him has changed, he returned to the courtyard under the moonlight.

"Why haven't you stopped yet?" He stopped in front of me.

I moved my lips, but didn't know how to answer.

He didn't care, and quickly asked, "Are you waiting for me?"

My eyes widened.

However, before I could answer, he seemed to lose his patience, frowned and said: "There is no need to wait in the future."

My heart tightened, so I wanted to ask——

It wasn't until this moment that I realized that I couldn't make a sound.

At this moment, he seemed to see my anxiety, snorted lightly, and said mockingly: "I told you before, if you choose, you will not regret it."

Breathing stagnated, an ominous premonition rose in my heart, and I panicked to catch the person in front of me.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, pinched my neck and pressed me to the door panel behind him, gradually exerting force on his hand——

"What else do you want to say?"

Because of my shortness of breath, my eyes gradually darkened.

And in the interval of instinctive survival, I saw those extremely beautiful eyes with difficulty—the gentleness faded away, revealing the long indifference and cruelty: "You have done such things as bullying teachers and destroying ancestors, and I will kill you if I don't kill you!" It's mercy, you still have the face to appear in front of me?"

"Put away your dirty thoughts—"

"Go away."

After that, he threw me away, as disgusted as if he was throwing something with dirty hands.

I was lying on the ground, coughing silently and piercingly, but my eyes were all right.

Suddenly, a thick fog rose around.

I gradually could not see his appearance clearly.

However, another figure gradually appeared beside him.The two held hands and walked away.

I opened my eyes desperately, wanting to see more clearly.

I don’t know if it’s really a pity for me, the person walking with him suddenly stopped, and slowly turned his face as if feeling something——

It looks like Ji Yao.

The heartbeat that had been missing for a long time finally slammed down hard, shaking my eyes white.

"Master—"

I woke up gasping from the dream.

I have lingering fears.

It was mid-moon, and the room next door was still not half-popular.

Returning to others does not return.

In the dream or in reality, I don't know which is more painful.

I sat up, hugging my knees, and buried my face in my arms.

For many days I was tormented by this nightmare.As soon as she closed her eyes, there was a picture of Ji Yao leaving with her master on her arm.After a few days, the haggard look on his face could no longer be concealed.

Ning Fei is frowning because of this, I feel guilty every time I look at him, but I can't help him.

If there is no peace in the dream, I would rather stay awake for a long time—even if he is getting farther and farther away from me now, but at least he hasn't remembered what I did to him, nor is he disgusted enough to say to me "" Get out"... I can stay by his side for a while longer.

When the day was about to dawn, I finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep. When I woke up, Ning Fei brought a set of wood carving tools——

It was obviously a temporary search, but it was enough to surprise me.

"Master has been restless recently, I think you may need it."

"……Thank you."

I stroked the materials one by one, and the familiar touch came from my fingertips, which made me calm down after a long absence.

"hiss--"

I bring back the tingling pain in my hand.Looking down, there was a deep cut on the top of the finger, and the blood rushed out from the cut, and quickly stained the wood grain under the finger.

"Master Haitong?" Sang Jiu's voice suddenly came from the door.

I hurriedly put the wood in my hand aside, and lowered my hand.Turning around, he saw that he was putting the food on the table while saying: "It's time to eat."

I belatedly looked out the window.

... Before I knew it, it was already noon.

Sang Jiu quickly set things up, saw that I was in a daze, and said again: "Master, it's time for dinner."

I looked at him but didn't move.

He lowered his eyebrows and stood by the table.I watched, but somehow avoided me.

I waited for a while, but nothing happened, and finally couldn't hold back: "Master... isn't he coming back today?"

Counting today, I have missed several days with him.

Sang Jiu became more and more respectful, and humbly mentioned the same prevarication for several days: "My lord, he can't get away, and I told you not to wait for him."

don't wait for him...

"...Understood." I responded in a low voice.

The stolen days are numbered, and the sweet dreams will wake up.

...But it didn't happen because of the east window incident as I expected, but because someone accidentally broke into this dream and took him away gently.

……

Maybe Ning Fei's method worked during the day, and at night I fell asleep after being next to the pillow for a while.

After an unknown amount of time, there was some light touch from the fingertips.

Eyelids are heavy.I seemed to be trapped in a quagmire, struggling for a long time before I could barely open my eyes.

...Ah, tonight's dream is actually——

I actually dreamed that he was sitting beside my bed, giving me tenderness and tenderness.

... This is the first time that Ji Yao didn't take him away.

I dare not speak, for fear of alarming him, he will lead Ji Yao away from me again.

crackling—

In the silence of the room, the candle light flickered.

I was suddenly filled with grievances: I haven't been able to talk to Master for a long time, and now he came to see me with great difficulty, so I can't even say a word to him?

Why is this dream so bullying?

I was depressed in my heart, but I only dared to watch quietly.

But after a while, the person beside the bed was always gentle, and there was no sign of leaving.

After thinking drowsily for a while, I suddenly realized: since this is my dream, it should be according to my own will—since he came to see me, he wanted to talk to me.

I jumped up vaguely.

But I still didn't know why I was a little timid, so I had to carefully leave room for it: wait a minute, if he still doesn't leave, he's here to talk to me.

……

I blinked again, but my eyelids were too heavy, and I almost couldn't open them. I thought that it would be long enough, so I called out softly: "Master..."

"Master..."

"Master..."

He finally looked up at me, then lowered his head again, and began to smear on my fingers.

I followed along and looked at the past for a long time before I slowly realized: it turned out that he was here to apply the medicine for me.

Go ahead, just listen to me.

"Master..." I called again.

He finally gave me another look, "What do you call me?"

I was dumbfounded and stared at him blankly.Chaotic thoughts twisted into a ball, unable to make sense of it.

"Teach me repeatedly." He said again.

I seem to understand this sentence... He doesn't seem to be satisfied.

But this scene seemed familiar again, and it reassured me for no reason, making me vaguely remember that I was pampered here.

Pampered and proud.

At the next moment, I asked what I wanted to know most in my heart: "Are you angry?"

... I don't know why this is what I want to ask the most, but the urgency in my heart doesn't allow me to think too much.

However, after hearing my weird question, he only stopped the movement of his hands, and then resumed quickly, and he didn't comment on my question.

"You're angry." I said.

He lowered his eyebrows and bandaged the wound calmly.

"Don't go."

...I said something that I didn't understand.

Still no answer.

I became more and more sleepy, but I was reluctant to give up, and the trace of clarity that I was holding on to couldn't bear it soon.

Under the candlelight, the figure beside the bed became more and more blurred.

The eyelids became more and more heavy.

"I missed you so much..." I muttered.

The shadow seemed to move and turned over.

It was getting darker before my eyes.

In the dimness, someone gave a low laugh, "I know."

After the man finished speaking, I felt a heat on my lips.After a while, I felt that the flesh of the lower lip seemed to be held in my mouth, and I rubbed it lightly as if to vent my anger.

"Well……"

My hands were tucked back into the blanket.

The remaining warmth at the fingertips gradually dissipated.

I suddenly frowned, feeling uneasy, struggling not knowing what to do.

"If you don't want to part with it, then go and grab it." A whisper came from my ear.

I seem to see the fiery trees and silver flowers under the night sky again, shining brightly.

After a long time, it seemed that the man sighed softly, and said helplessly, "I cried again."

Immediately, the cheeks were caressed by a touch of warmth, wiping away a little bit of coolness.

"Go to sleep."

I fell silent and closed my eyes.

The next day, when I woke up, the wound on my hand had been carefully treated.Beside the bed, there is a porcelain white bottle.