Da Deyun

The matter of Tao Yang's injury was not concealed; in fact, there was no need to say it specifically, our young master was tired after a day and we didn't see him when we came home, so we asked him the first sentence we opened our mouths.

The boy faltered, saying that Mr. Tao is busy today and planned to rest in the garden at night.

It's not like this happened before, but the young master just felt a little uneasy in his heart today.I wanted to see him when I came back in a hurry, and I was even more unhappy when I didn't see him.

Looking at the boy, he said, "Did he ask you to bring the message back?"

Originally, he wanted to sulk himself, but Ming'er was looking for him to lose his temper; seeing that it was getting late, A Tao must be exhausted.

The servant did not dare to look at him with downcast eyes, and said in a low voice, "No."

This sentence did not shake his tired and drowsy body, and he stood up immediately after sitting down.

The two grew up together, and Tao Yang understood his temper best; it was easy to talk about anything, as long as there was a persuasive reason.

But if he doesn't go home, Tao Yang will definitely ask the servants who are close to him to go home and say something, and he has to give our young master a half-coaxing and half-scare word, if he is not obedient, he will stay in the garden for a few more days.

This time, no.

Regardless of whether something really happened or he was overthinking; the young master grabbed his coat casually, yelled to prepare his horse, and walked out quickly to the outer courtyard.

The little servant followed behind with a panicked expression and couldn't think of a word to stop him.

as predicted.

As soon as he arrived in the garden, the steward came out to greet him after hearing the news, and bumped into the young master who was walking in; his expression was disturbed, his eyes dodged, the young master only took one glance and his heart sank.

"Young master..." The steward followed his steps closely, feeling the wind under his feet, which was urgent and cold.

"Before I meet Atao, make up a reason that can fool me."

At the end of the conversation, the young master had already entered the house.

The room was filled with a bitter smell of medicine and a thin layer of bloody smell. A maid just walked out from behind the screen with the residue of the medicine bowl.

The young master paused, and unconsciously held his breath; he clenched his palms and moved around the screen to lift up the curtain.

The bed was only three steps away.

Tao Yang drank the medicine and was about to take a rest when he saw the tent shaking and a figure flashed in; as soon as he raised his head, he was stunned: "Dalin..."

How can I say that.

The young master looked at him with trembling breath; his forehead was wrapped with gauze, and the white gauze showed blood spots.

The young master walked to the side of the bed, neither surprised nor annoyed, much less like he used to ask hysterically why he kept it from him; it turned out that when people grow up, they really become quiet.

"It's okay." Tao Yang said.

When the celadon cup on his forehead was smashed, he felt numb from the pain, and when he closed his eyes, he only hoped that the silly young master would not know; now that he really knew, he sat in front of him and looked at the wound with red eyes , Tao Yang felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart.

"It doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt anymore." Tao Yang coaxed, holding the young master's hand and saying every word, feeling the coldness was scary.

The young master raised his hand and tried to caress his wound, but stopped when the distance between his fingers was between his fingers; his eyes were so sore, he frowned, closed his eyes and lowered his head to hold back the tears.

"Who did it," he said.

The voice was very deep, and there was patience in the pain.

"Wait a little longer." Tao Yang coaxed carefully, fearing that if this sentence was wrong, no one would be able to stop him.

As if feeling the sourness in the young master's eyes, Tao Yang raised his hand and rubbed his temples, coaxing: "Let's wait, okay, it will be soon."

Unspoken.

The young master breathed a sigh of relief, not a kind of reassurance, but more like a decision; he straightened his legs, leaned over to tuck Tao Yang into the quilt, his eyes were still red.

"I killed him."

"Da Lin!" Tao Yang grabbed the young master, and said in a very anxious tone, "Are you obedient?"

Wait a little longer, it will be ready soon.

In fact, Tao Yang was afraid in his heart, not because he was afraid that something would go wrong, and he was not worried that the young master would mess around, anyway, no matter what, they had the ability to solve it.He was just afraid of hurting the young master, afraid that he would no longer be the original him.

When did the young master become calm and cruel and say he wanted to kill someone? He has always been a proud and straightforward boy in Shengjing.

"Didn't you come to see me?" Tao Yang pulled out a smile: "Then stay here with me, tomorrow..."

These two sentences are not finished yet.

"I won't allow it!" The young master finally yelled while holding his shoulder, annoyed and helpless, distressed and angry.

"I have followed you since I was a child, no matter how much my parents punish me, I will never let you go!"

"Why!"

I follow you, rely on you, and listen to your words; I wish that everything you wanted would come to you, why would those outsiders hurt you so easily.

Tao Yang's eyes also turned red.

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"You've almost got it, it's endless! Who doesn't know how to marry a daughter-in-law, does it happen every day!"

"I just like to see Atao laughing. As long as he smiles, I feel very good and very happy."

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"Okay, okay." Tao Yang came out of the quilt, raised his arms to hug him, and patted his shoulder like coaxing a child.

"When this matter is over, I will leave it to you to deal with, and I will listen to you."

The young master nestled in the crescent of his neck, silent.

"Look, you can't let me hurt in vain, can you?"

"Good young master, please be obedient."

"When did you ever hear what I said!" The young master suppressed his voice and turned back fiercely, rubbing the corner of Tao Yang's lips, and said, "You don't tell me anything!"

You don't tell me anything.

Right from the start.

All the suffering and misses between us are because of your self-righteousness.

Self-righteously think I don't love.

Self-righteously think to be fulfilled.

Presumptuously thinking that it is for my own good.

Self-righteous-sounding hurt me.

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"Murder pays for life, you bastard deliberately wants me to die alone."