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Ye Jingan took the fox wood carving in his hand and played with it. He asked, "Brother Liu, did you carve this?"

"Well, its name is Lingxue, and it is the owner of the demon pill." Liu Muzhe said.

"Brother Liu likes this little fox very much. He even carved one to keep." Ye Jing'an smiled.

"After Master died, it was the one who stayed with me the whole time. It would help me find food in the winter. It was so small and kept me warm. If it weren't for it, I would have frozen to death or starved to death." Liu Muzhe's smile faded, "But in the end, I killed it with my own hands."

Ye Jingan patted Brother Liu on the back and asked, "After Master passed away, Brother Liu, why did you wander around alone? Why didn't you come back to the orphanage?"

"I have learned a lot of skills and feel I can support myself." Liu Muzhe said.

His master was very thoughtful and his lies were all reasonable. Ye Jingan did not delve into the matter further, nor did he want to expose Brother Liu, so he studied the other gadgets on the table.

There are three glass jars in the corner of the seat, filled with all kinds of strange little things, including colorful stones, shells, and strangely shaped plant seeds. The smallest one is only the size of a bean, and the largest one is no bigger than a fingernail.

"Brother Liu, what are these?" Ye Jing'an picked up the jar.

"When my friend gave me a paper crane, he stuffed some small things inside it. I kept it in a jar." Liu Muzhe said.

"You've kept it until now?" Ye Jing'an sighed that his ancestors were really good at chasing people. At the same time, he was also surprised that Brother Liu had actually kept the things until now. "Brother Liu, can my ancestors'... paper cranes also be stuffed in?"

"Yes, but you have to learn this secret technique before you can use it." Liu Muzhe replied.

Ye Jingan breathed a sigh of relief and almost let the cat out of the bag. He then noticed the blue folder on the far left of the desk and asked curiously, "Could that folder contain a love letter from your brother?"

Liu Muze was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "That's definitely not the case."

"Oh, can I take a look?" Ye Jing'an asked.

Liu Muze hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay."

Ye Jing'an opened the folder, revealing tiny pieces of paper, each about the size of a finger. The colors and patterns of the papers varied, and some had torn edges, making them look rather random. Small characters were neatly written on the papers with a brush.

"As the weather gets colder, add more clothes to keep yourself healthy and well."

"Spring is chilly, so take good care of yourself."

"May you be blessed with good fortune and happiness every year."

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There were probably hundreds of these blessings tucked into the transparent file pages. They must have been sent by his ancestors inside paper cranes. Ye Jingan couldn't describe the feeling in his heart. There was not a single word about love, but every sentence was full of love.

"Brother Liu, you kept all these things. Does he know?" Ye Jing'an asked.

"Of course he doesn't know. I told him to throw it all away." Liu Muze said with a little pride in his tone. He took the document back and put it back in its place. "Don't read it. It's just some blessings."

Ye Jing settled down. When Brother Liu took away the folder, he seemed to see two little men drawn in pencil in the lower right corner of the next page.

Ye Jingan remembered writing an apology letter to his Grandmaster the last time he met him as a child. In the lower right corner of the paper, he drew a picture of his Grandmaster holding his hand and taking him out to play. But the paper was soaked by the rain and torn. There was no way his Grandmaster would keep the ugly scrap of paper he wrote on with these precious treasures, right?

"What are you thinking about?" Liu Muzhe shook his eyes.

"Ahh." Ye Jing'an came back to his senses. "I was thinking that brother has gone this far, and you also keep these insignificant things as treasures. Didn't Brother Liu realize it?"

"I have been an orphan since childhood, and my master is a person who doesn't understand love. No one told me about these feelings. I just treated people according to my inner thoughts and did not think about what kind of feelings they were. After I met him, he said that he treated me as his younger brother, but I don't know how brothers and younger brothers get along. If he says it is it, then it is it. How can I realize it?" Liu Muzhe said helplessly.

Ye Jingan silently sighed that he was indeed his ancestor, who was more patient than him, and asked again: "Then how did you know later?"

"I just don't understand, I'm not stupid." Liu Muzhe said.

"Okay." Ye Jing'an chuckled twice and pointed at the cabinet and asked, "What treasures are hidden in the cabinet? Let me see."

"There's nothing in there. Have you seen enough? Go out." Liu Muzhe said.

"I haven't seen enough." Ye Jing'an sat on a chair and carefully looked at the colorful beads in the jar. In his mind, Brother Liu and the almighty Ye family ancestor were completely the same.

It turns out that gods also have many things they are helpless about and cannot do, and they get sad just like humans. Perhaps they are just people with outstanding abilities.

"There's nothing to see. Go play with the kids." Liu Muzhe put the jar back in its place.

Besides the wood carvings and glass jars, there were many other small items on the table. They were all ordinary things, but they were kept here by Brother Liu, so they must have a story that made him remember them deeply. Ye Jingan slowly stood up and said, "Are these the rare treasures that Brother Liu mentioned?"

"Yeah." Liu Muzhe walked out, "Let's go, I'm going to close the shop."

Ye Jingan stood there in a daze.

"Ye Jing'an?" Liu Muze patted him, "What's wrong with you?"

Ye Jingan smiled thoughtfully and said, "Nothing, let's go."

Liu Muze pulled Ye Jingan and asked, "What happened in the past two days?"

"No, I just have a stomachache." Ye Jingan pretended to be calm. "Why did Brother Liu suddenly ask what happened?"

"I always feel that something is wrong with you these two days." Liu Muzhe said.

"For example?" Ye Jing'an asked.

Liu Muze thought about how to put it, and after thinking for a while, he said: "How should I put it, I think you are a little more serious."

"What?! So I was never serious before?" Ye Jing'an laughed in silence.

"That's not what I meant, it's just...why don't you touch me anymore?" Liu Muzhe asked.

"Huh? So Brother Liu likes me to touch him." Ye Jing'an walked over with a strange smile and put his arm around Liu Muzhe's shoulders. As soon as he put his arm around him, he started to panic. It seemed that his ideological preparation was still not enough. Now he was very nervous while hugging his master. Fortunately, he didn't blush easily, otherwise he would be exposed today.

Ye Jing'an pretended to be calm and kept an inappropriate smile on his face, staring into Brother Liu's eyes. As long as he was thick-skinned enough, Brother Liu would definitely be the first to be embarrassed.

"That's not what I meant. What I want to ask is..." Liu Muze thought for a long time and didn't know how to express it. He said to Ye Jingan, "You must know what I want to ask. Explain it yourself!"

"I don't know. I just had a stomachache these past two days and didn't feel like bothering you. How come Brother Liu isn't used to it after just two days?" Ye Jing'an hugged him tighter. "If you like being hugged by me, just tell me. I can still agree to small requests like hugging someone."

"I shouldn't have asked so many questions! Close the door and play with the kids." Liu Muzhe felt a little embarrassed by what he said, so he pushed Ye Jing'an's hand away and went downstairs.

Ye Jingan breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to go out yet and wanted to stay in this small room for a while. He walked towards the small bed against the wall. It was a slightly old wooden bed with only a military mattress and a cotton quilt on it. It looked quite thin. Ye Jingan lay on it at an angle. It was indeed hard!

There was a large puddle of water on the ceiling, and some of the wall paint had peeled off, but when you walked into the house, you didn't feel damp at all. I guess Brother Liu was afraid that these treasures would get moldy and damp, so he used some dehumidification method.

Ye Jing'an twisted his body. The bed was so uncomfortable that he felt uncomfortable everywhere, even the pillow. No matter how he moved his head, it still hurt. However, it seemed that the pillow was not too hard, but there seemed to be something hidden underneath. Ye Jing'an moved the pillow away and saw that there was something under it. It was a silver sword.

The scabbard was simple and clean, with only some floral and leaf patterns carved at the end. Ye Jing'an carefully picked up the sword, pulled it apart a little, and saw the words "Jun Mu". Ye Jing'an was stunned in place, muttering softly, "This is... the Jun Mu sword of the ancestor, it's really him!"

The sword shone with a faint chill in the sunlight, its blade razor-sharp, yet its edge was perfectly concealed by the scabbard. Ye Jing'an put the sword back in its place, quickly tidied up the wrinkled bed, and walked to the table to pick up the folder and flip through it.

A crumpled piece of paper appeared before Ye Jing'an's eyes. The uneven, crooked pencil writing had become blurred by the rain, and the tear in the middle had been carefully taped shut. The little figures in the lower right corner, holding hands and laughing, popped into Ye Jing'an's mind.

"Why would you keep this thing?! What's the point of keeping this scrap of paper?" Ye Jing'an's eyes instantly became wet. He tiptoed to open the cabinet, and inside, a little dinosaur stood obediently in the cabinet. This was his favorite toy as a child, and he gave it to his grandfather.

There was a glass jar in the corner of the cabinet. Ye Jingan picked it up and took a look. Inside was a rabbit made of mud. The corner of the rabbit's mouth was drooping, and it looked very aggrieved and unhappy. The mud had dried, and the rabbit's body had some cracks.

The more Ye Jing'an looked at it, the more familiar this ugly thing seemed to him. Even when he was a child, he had never kneaded mud to give to his ancestors. Ye Jing'an slowly recalled his memories of getting along with Brother Liu as an adult. The image of Brother Liu lowering his head and kneading mud on the bumpy tricycle came to his mind.

At that time, Brother Liu misunderstood him twice and felt embarrassed by what he said. Ye Jing'an casually pinched a clay rabbit to cheer him up. The expression of the clay rabbit in his hand was carved according to Brother Liu's expression at that time.

"He..." Ye Jing'an's nose was sore, "What a jerk this guy is, he keeps all the junk!"

Ye Jingan put the things back in their place and ran out of the room.

Liu Muzhe waited downstairs for a long time but Ye Jingan didn't come down. He was afraid that Ye Jingan would rummage through things he didn't want him to see, so he quickly ran upstairs. The room was empty and Ye Jingan was not there.

Liu Muze looked around and walked towards the rooftop. Seeing Ye Jingan sitting on the rooftop railing enjoying the breeze, he asked, "What are you doing here? Why don't you go down?"