When Jiang Yimian and the others returned home, it was already completely dark.
Wang Fengqin and her brother Chen Yu had already prepared a meal, and when they saw them return, they simply invited them to eat together.
At the dinner table, everyone was talking about what had happened that day.
Gou Sheng was especially happy. When talking about the fish in the lotus pond, he looked quite proud. "The fish in the lotus pond have grown so big. I'll bring a few down to eat tomorrow. They're so delicious. It's all because my great-grandfather and I feed them earthworms every day."
Whenever he has time, he digs up earthworms to feed the fish, which love eating earthworms.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Nuan'er's eyes lit up. "Really? Wasn't the fish so, so small just a few days ago?"
As she spoke, she held up two clean, white fingers and gestured.
Gou Sheng just laughed and said, "That was so long ago. When has Brother Gou Sheng ever lied to you? Little Nuan'er, just wait and see tomorrow."
Little Nuan'er nodded, blinking her bright eyes.
Everyone smiled upon hearing this.
After the meal, Gou Sheng was about to take Daya back when Jiang Yimian handed over the silver given by the government. "This is the silver from the sale of land in Xinghua Village. Fifteen taels belong to the patriarch's family, and nine taels belong to your family."
Be careful on your way back.
Gou Sheng took the silver and patted his chest, "Don't worry, Sister Yi Mian, Grandpa is waiting for us on the mountain."
He could walk home through this mountain path with his eyes closed, not to mention that his great-grandfather would wait for them halfway there every day.
Jiang Yimian nodded and watched the two go up the mountain. Just as they were about to enter the house, her gaze fell on the house at the foot of the mountain.
The rooms were all pitch black, with the doors and windows tightly shut, and it seemed that no one was there.
Jiang Yimian felt something was strange. It was one thing that Lu Cijian wasn't there, but Song Er wasn't there either. It was really odd, especially since there were still a few unfamiliar auras lingering nearby.
After hesitating for a while, she still walked towards the foot of the mountain, intending to check the situation, only to find that the courtyard gate was not locked at all.
The horse with its glossy black mane was happily grazing in the haystack. When it saw her come in, it just snorted excitedly and continued grazing.
Jiang Yimian smiled and was about to knock on the door when she suddenly saw the figure lying on the roof of the west room.
If she hadn't been so close, she probably wouldn't have noticed anyone on the roof. The other person's presence was extremely well concealed, and with the cover of night, it was indeed very difficult to spot them.
She leaped onto the roof and sat down next to Lu Cijian, amused, saying, "So you're home. What are you doing hiding on the roof?"
He even deliberately concealed his breathing.
Lu Cijian was resting with his eyes closed, his mind filled with countless thoughts. One moment he was thinking about twelve years ago, when Song Bingcheng gently held his hand and spoke to him.
One moment he sees a scene of him being thrown into a field strewn with corpses, with all sorts of bloodied people lying on their backs on the ground. The five-year-old boy is among them, looking at those gruesome corpses.
The scene was so shocking to him at the time that he still remembers the fear he felt while he was there. The gruesome corpses seemed to be calling his name and pleading for help.
Just when I felt like I was being suffocated by all those life-saving calls, I suddenly heard a familiar voice beside me.
He was startled, and when he opened his eyes, he met those clear, bright eyes.
The girl's eyes sparkled, like twinkling stars in the night sky, seemingly illuminating his dark pupils.
Jiang Yimian paused, staring at those deep, peach-blossom eyes for a long time without saying a word.
She seemed to have seen fear in those eyes just now.
Does Lu Cijian also have things she's afraid of?
"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Jiang Yimian asked curiously.
Lu Cijian simply shook his head, propped himself up and sat up, returning to his usual self, as if the fear he had shown just a moment ago was Jiang Yimian's illusion.
"I'm fine, but you, aren't you cold?" Lu Cijian frowned and glanced at the rather thin clothes on the person next to him.
By now it was completely dark, and an occasional cold wind blew by, making people's heads feel a little swollen.
Jiang Yimian simply waved her hand, but her gaze fell on the two jugs of wine that were quietly placed to the side. She smiled and said, "A little wine will keep you warm."
As she spoke, she handed him a pot.
Lu Cijian took the wine but didn't touch it.
Jiang Yimian just smiled and said, "Are you planning to sleep here all night with all this wine?"
Even someone with a good alcohol tolerance like her hesitated when she saw those two jugs of wine, but Lu Cijian was fine, planning to drink all of that by herself.
Lu Cijian hesitated for a moment, but then saw that Jiang Yimian had already started drinking. After a moment's hesitation, he also took a big gulp.
After drinking the spicy liquor, he only frowned; the expected pleasure did not occur.
He is definitely not suited to drinking.
Jiang Yimian casually replied, "Drinking can only help you escape; it won't solve the problem. Why don't you consider telling me?"
Maybe I can help you.
Although she didn't know about Lu Cijian's past life, she could tell from the fear in his eyes that he was an insecure person.
His indifference might just be a facade.
After waiting for a long time without hearing anyone speak, I suddenly felt a weight on my shoulder.
Jiang Yimian paused, looking at the person on her shoulder with furrowed brows and closed eyes. A strange thought popped into her mind: Could this guy be a lightweight?
As her gaze swept over Lu Cijian's handsome face, which was flushed with red, she couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.
Who would believe that the person who always exudes a cold aura and seems to be omnipotent is actually a lightweight?
Jiang Yimian sighed and shook the person on her shoulder. "Hey, are you really drunk? How are we going to get down?"
Lu Cijian, however, kept his eyes tightly closed as if he were asleep, without making the slightest movement.
Jiang Yimian tentatively called out, "Lu Cijian, Cijian, Aci."
As the last syllable faded, Lu Cijian suddenly opened his eyes, his bright eyes filled with a smile, "Mianmian."
Jiang Yimian was speechless and patted the other person's head in an annoyed tone, "If you're not drunk, what are you pretending for?"
She thought he was really drunk, but it turns out he was faking it.
Just as she was about to get up and leave, Lu Cijian suddenly frowned and covered her head, saying with some grievance, "Mianmian, it hurts so much."
The boy frowned, clutching his head, his face contorted in pain, as if he had truly been struck by a sharp weapon.
Jiang Yimian's eyes widened instantly, and she said irritably, "What's going on? Are you trying to scam me? I didn't even use any force."
Lu Cijian, however, still said with a wronged expression, "It hurts."
Jiang Yimian stared at the person in front of her for a while before realizing that the person in front of her was truly drunk.
Those peach blossom eyes no longer held their usual clarity and indifference, nor the playful teasing and barely concealed laughter they once shared. Instead, they held only bewilderment and grievance, like a pitiful big dog abandoned by its owner.
Jiang Yimian felt her heart skip a beat. After hesitating for a moment, she reached out and gently rubbed the other person's head, asking softly, "Does it still hurt?"
Lu Cijian instantly broke into a big smile and shook his head earnestly, saying, "It doesn't hurt anymore. With Mianmian here, I don't feel any pain."
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