Master will only delay my promotion

"What are you saying sorry to Master?" Qing Yi looked at Duan Yibai suspiciously, but the other party lowered his head and couldn't see his expression.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..." Duan Yibai clenched his palms tightly, his voice trembling slightly.

Your wish disciple will come true, so...... the disciple has to complete the task.

He can't fail, can't retreat, otherwise he is afraid that he will be engulfed again in this vortex that he struggled out of so hard.

He is very selfish, so selfish that he even deceives the feelings of his master who has the grace to nurture and teach him.So people like him are destined not to understand what kind of unswerving love is like.

But it doesn't matter if you don't understand, anyway, he is no longer obsessed with it.

His waist tightened, and he was surrounded by a pair of hands.Qing Yi was taken aback, but saw a fluffy head stuck to his chest.

"noob?"

Duan Yibai rubbed against Qingyi with the side of his face, and said softly: "Master, I'm fine, I'm fine."

Qingyi felt that Xiaobai's sense of distance during the day seemed to have disappeared again, not only that, but even became closer.

Although I don't know why, Xiaobai just don't feel sad.

It was getting late, Duan Yibai proposed to go to the former house to have a look.Qing Yi naturally had no objection, he had originally come with Xiao Bai.

The small house made of wood has long since been dilapidated, with corroded and weathered holes on all sides.Moss is also crawling everywhere, and cobwebs are all over the corners.

"Master, you'd better not go in, I can go by myself." Duan Yibai looked at the dirty house, then at Qingyi's spotless white clothes, and felt that it would be too wronged for Master to go in .

Qing Yi directly raised his foot and walked in.

As soon as he entered the door, a large cloud of dust was kicked up because the door was pushed open.Just as Duan Yibai thought, Qing Yi's snow-white clothes were immediately covered with dust.

Qing Yi didn't care, looked around for a moment, and asked, "Xiao Bai, where did you sleep before?"

This house is very small, there is only one room with a bed, but the simple wooden bed seems a bit crowded for two people.

Duan Yibai pointed to the other side, "They sleep in that room, I sleep over there."

Qing Yi looked along, but was stunned.

What kind of room is that, it is clearly a place to pile firewood.There are still some sporadic branches inside, which look dirty and broken.

Even if it's because decades have passed, one can still imagine how dilapidated and messy it was back then.

"My family is poor, and I can't afford an extra bed." Duan Yibai shrugged, and slowly cleaned every corner with magic.

After grandma died, the room belonging to grandma was changed into a utility room, which was specially used to store mother's things.My father also specially made a big cabinet with his own hands, and put all my mother's clothes in it neatly.

Their family was very poor, so poor that Duan Yibai was reluctant to change a piece of clothing after wearing it for three years, and his hands and feet were exposed outside the clothing because of his growth.But my mother has a lot of clothes, and I will add new ones every year or when my father thinks about it.

"Then you shouldn't be allowed to sleep in that kind of place." Qing Yi frowned.

No matter how poor you are, you shouldn't let your child sleep alone in that messy place.What's more, it's not that there are no rooms in the house, but the so-called parents still let Xiaobai sleep alone in the corner.

"There's nothing wrong with it." Duan Yibai cleaned up the dust and cobwebs in the house, and said with a light smile, "At least they supported me."

He has no right to resent. It was two people who gave him life. Although they completely ignored or even disgusted him, at least they didn't let him starve to death.

Duan Yibai's feelings for the two are indifferent, like the most familiar strangers, who meet every day and live under the same roof, but they rarely even talk.

"..." Looking at Duan Yibai with a calm face, Qingyi's heart ached a little.

Recalling the accidental encounter with Xiaobai back then, the other party was digging wild vegetables in the woods, with some thin tree roots piled up beside him.

The clothes were patched in one place and holes in the other, and they didn't fit very well, making them much smaller.

The person is skinny and boneless, and there is no flesh in his body, and he is probably similar to a beggar on the side of the road.

At that time, Qing Yi only noticed the abnormally high talent of the other party, and didn't think about other things.

But recalling it now, how did Xiaobai grow up.Eating wild vegetables and tree roots, wearing thin old clothes, all alone.

"Xiaobai, you..." Qing Yi wanted to ask Duan Yibai, how did you live before you met me.

But Duan Yibai interrupted the questioning, with a relaxed smile on his face, "They are not important, Master is the most important person to me, without Master, I would not be where I am now."

"So, Master, do you want to taste the skills of the disciples tonight?"

Qing Yi paused, looked at Duan Yibai's smiling face, and sighed after a while.

Yes, it's all over.Since Xiaobai doesn't want to recall, why should he force the other party to remember those painful experiences.

But...Qing Yi was curious, "Xiao Bai, can you cook?"

"A little bit." Duan Yibai said with a smile: "Master, just don't be disgusted."

Qing Yi also laughed, "It can't be worse than cooking for the teacher."

Duan Yibai went to the villagers to buy some meat, some rice, some vegetables and seasonings.

Because the pots, bowls and chopsticks in the house were no longer usable, I charged a few sets at a high price to the villagers who had new tableware and kitchen utensils at home.

Qing Yi originally wanted to help, but as soon as Duan Yibai stepped into the kitchen, as if seeing an enemy invading, he resolutely refused to let Qing Yi do anything, not even letting him touch the bowl.

Thinking about the taste of his bowl of noodles, but it would definitely not be good, Qing Yi choked, and left the kitchen under Duan Yibai's nervous gaze.

"Huh... scared me to death." Duan Yibai wiped off his cold sweat.

Master must not be allowed to touch anything related to cooking, otherwise he will die or both of them will die together, and there will be absolutely no survivors.

Duan Yibai rolled up his sleeves and started washing rice.

Suddenly it feels like I forgot something, but I can't remember it.After thinking about it for a while, I didn't think about it anymore, and it probably wasn't something important.

Outside the kitchen, since he couldn't help because of his poor hands-on skills, Qing Yi simply began to observe the house carefully.

The house has been cleaned by magic, not to say new, but at least clean.

When he came to the place where the firewood was piled up, Qing Yi tried to imagine how to sleep in such a small corner.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that there seemed to be a blurred mark on the ground. Qing Yi squatted down and gently brushed away the twigs and dead leaves on it.

Seeing those traces clearly, Qing Yi was slightly taken aback.

It was one painting after another, and the traces were carved on the ground with sharpened stones.The brush strokes are very immature, and only the outline of the human figure can be vaguely seen.As the years have passed, it has also become blurred.

The protagonists are two adults and a child, and the child has a big smile on his face.

In the beginning, it was an image of an adult holding a child, and then it gradually changed to two adults holding hands, with the child standing far away on the other side, and the smiling face disappeared.

In the last picture, the child was forcefully scratched out, and one after another messy crosses were drawn on it, as if wishing that the child would disappear.

Just looking at these scratches, you can feel how the people who painted these paintings collapsed and gloomy.

The scribbled picture ends on this scratched child, and there are no other traces behind it.

"..." Qingyi carefully touched the last child with his fingertips, as if he wanted to comfort him after decades.

Why did Xiaobai never tell him these things?

In Qingyi's impression, Duan Yibai always loves to laugh, and he looks enthusiastic and cheerful without any haze.

Even if I am often rejected by myself, the other party still smiles, as if nothing happened, and after a while, I can continue to confess with enthusiasm.

Qing Yi hadn't even seen the young disciple's sad appearance, and even today's red-eyed appearance was an extremely rare scene.

Because of this, Qing Yi didn't know how to comfort the other party at all.

Why can't you talk to him if you keep all the sad things in your heart?

Although Duan Yibai didn't explain the meaning of living in the past, from the previous conversation with the village chief and the sleeping corner, Qingyi can vaguely guess a little bit of the truth.

The mother died in love, indicating that the relationship with the father must be very good.And letting Xiaobai sleep in the corner shows that the two of them don't love the child.

So it is probably a couple who only have each other in their eyes, and a child who is not cared about or even rejected.

Sighing lightly, Qing Yi blamed herself for caring too little for Xiao Bai.

It was obviously a question that should be asked when they first met, but if he hadn't come here today, he would never have thought of learning about Xiao Bai's past.

What's more, if he hadn't met Xiaobai, Xiaobai might not even have the chance to grow up.

It is impossible for a ten-year-old child to grow up peacefully without any relatives and friends.

"Master, what are you doing?"

When Duan Yibai came out with the dishes, he saw Master squatting on the ground and touching the ground with his hands, his hair was mopping the floor.

What's the situation, there are ants moving on the ground?Or rich?

Hearing this, Qing Yi got up and walked towards Duan Yibai.

He hugged him into his arms, patted his back, and said softly: "It's Master's fault, he didn't give Xiaobai enough care for you, and it won't happen in the future."

"..." Duan Yibai slowly put out a question mark.

As far as his cooking skills are concerned, what did the master imagine?

Qingyi didn't mention the paintings on the ground, he didn't want Xiaobai to recall those bad memories again.

He can't change Xiaobai's past, but at least he will be with Xiaobai in the future.

Thinking of this, Qing Yi hugged the person in his arms tighter.

"Master...the soup is about to be spilled." Duan Yibai looked at the soup dangling in his hand in fear, and pulled the edge of the bowl to the extreme several times.

What is the situation, he hasn't made a move yet, why does Master look like he has succeeded in his own strategy?

Finally letting go, Qing Yi took the soup bowl from Duan Yibai's hand and put it on the table.

Duan Yibai brought out other dishes from the kitchen and put them on the table one by one.

Two meat and four vegetables, full of color, fragrance and taste.

"Master, please taste it quickly." Duan Yibai poured a bowl of soup for Qing Yi, and handed it over with a smile.

His craftsmanship is still acceptable. After all, in those worlds where food is poor and abilities are suppressed, if you don't have cooking skills, you can only eat raw.

Qing Yi took a sip, a little surprised, Xiao Bai's cooking skills are indeed amazing.

Is it because there were only wild vegetables to eat when I was a child, so I practiced it abruptly?

Thinking of this, Qingyi looked at Duan Yibai with distressed eyes again.

Duan Yibai who noticed this gaze: "..."

So why is Master pitying him? This motherly gaze has really been shining on him for a long time.

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The author has something to say:

Duan Yibai: Master is the most important person to me.

Qing Yi: In order to be a teacher, Xiaobai will persevere one more time tonight.

Duan Yibai: ...I declare that you are no longer.