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That happened in the middle of their relationship.
One night, Wen Jiuze was at the training center when he suddenly received a call from Xue Ling’s classmate.
The female voice on the phone said: "Hello, are you Lingling's boyfriend? Can you come to Cool KTV to pick her up? She is drunk..."
The background noise on the phone was unusually loud, with a girl screaming, a familiar male voice cursing, and someone yelling, "Stop calling!"
"Wen Xuan, forget it, calm down."
Wen Jiu knew that Xue Ling’s student club was having a dinner party that night, but he didn’t expect Wen Xuan to be there too, and Xue Ling was drunk.
Because of what he heard on the phone, he felt heavy in his heart and took Lin Guosheng with him.
When we arrived at the place, we didn't see anyone else. Only Xue Ling and one of her friends were waiting at the door of the KTV.
He grabbed the staggering Xue Ling with one hand and asked the girl next to her: "What happened? She was bullied, and Wen Xuan hit her?"
The girl waved her hands awkwardly: "No, no, it's... Lingling attacked Wenxuan."
"We met Wenxuan and his friends at the KTV. Wenxuan came over to talk to Lingling. I don't know what they said, but Lingling was not very happy. She drank some wine, and then she suddenly started arguing with Wenxuan."
Xue Ling unexpectedly slapped Wen Xuan. The quarrel on the phone was Wen Xuan's reaction. He was so angry that he wanted to fight back, but was held back by the people around him.
Everyone advised him, what's the point of a boy like you arguing with a drunk girl?
I was thinking in my heart that Xue Ling's temper was obvious to everyone. Although he has been a bit difficult to talk to recently, he would not conflict with others for no reason.
Wen Xuan must have said something unpleasant to the other person, which made him angry. Even an angry rabbit will bite. Otherwise, how could Xue Ling attack him?
Everyone tried to persuade Wen Xuan to stay in the private room and bring Xue Ling out.
"You're going to live with Ling Ling, right? I'll leave it to you. Take good care of her."
The girl seemed a little afraid of the tall and mysterious Wen Jiuze, and after saying that, she hurried back to the KTV.
Wen Jiuzhe supported Xue Ling with one hand and let her sit on the bench. He pinched her chin and shook it: "You dare to hit Wen Xuan, you are really promising... What did he say to you?"
Xue Ling looked at him slowly, as if she couldn't understand what he said.
"Did Wen Xuan bully you? Speak."
Xue Ling wrinkled her eyebrows into a twisted caterpillar shape, puckered her face, and said slowly, "Xiaoxiao, I want to vomit."
Wen Jiuzhe: "..."
He almost subconsciously covered her mouth, picked her up and found a trash can.
After vomiting for a while, the drunk looked up and said, "Xiaoxiao, I want to vomit."
Wen Jiuze: "...You are vomiting right now."
He held her with one hand and with the other held up her hair to prevent it from getting dirty.
After vomiting, he helped the person steady, and smoothed her neck and back with his big hands.
Lin Guosheng beside him said loudly: "Brother Jiu, why does she call you Xiaoxiao? Hahahaha, is this your nickname?"
Wen Jiuze turned to look at him: "Why are you still here?"
Lin Guosheng: "Haven't I been following you all the time?"
After sending the useless helpers back, Wen Jiuze wiped the mouth of the person who had vomited and picked her up.
The drunk man grabbed his ears and shouted incoherently: "Xiaoxiao, you, you..."
You spent a long time talking and still couldn't think of what to say next.
Wen Jiuze patted her back gently and reminded her: "Don't call me Xiaoxiao."
Wen Jiuze entered the Wen family at the age of twelve. Before that, he was not called Wen Jiuze.
Wen Jiu was the name given by Grandpa Wen. Unlike the names of Wen Xuan and the Wen sisters, his name came from the nine rules that Grandpa Wen set for him when he entered the Wen family.
The specific content is too complex to remember, to put it simply, it means to make him as obedient as a dog.
Before he entered the Wen family, his and his mother's surname was Li Xiao.
According to his mother, his mouth was open when he was born, making him look like he was smiling. His mother thought he would definitely be a child who loved to laugh in the future.
After he got a new name, no one called him by his old name anymore, except for his mother who would occasionally call him by his old name.
His mother called him by his nickname when they were on the phone, and Xue Ling heard it. However, Xue Ling didn't react at the time and never mentioned it again later.
I didn't expect that he would start talking about it all the time when he was drunk. It seemed that he was making fun of him in his heart.
"No, you can't, shout. Do you hear me?" he emphasized.
Xue Ling stared at his expression for a while, and suddenly her eyes turned red: "Don't be mean to me, I'm scared."
Wen Jiuzhe: "?"
He was so angry that he laughed. In all these years, he had never been cruel to Xue Ling. He even smiled at her after being beaten by her. Even with the biggest temper he had ever gotten, he had never lost his temper with her.
But Xue Ling grabbed his ear and burped softly: "I'm afraid of people being fierce and angry. I'm afraid."
Wen Jiuze hissed and turned his head to avoid her hand.
Normally, he didn't seem to be very energetic, but when he was drunk, he became very energetic, with a pitiful expression on his face, but his ears were almost pulled off by her.
While showing an expression of great injustice, she pulled his hair with her hands like a child, and banged her chin on his head again and again.
"Don't be mean to me, don't be angry..."
Wen Jiu wanted to pull her off, but he was afraid that she would pull out his hair and scalp as well.
The back of her neck was wet, and I couldn't tell if she was crying or drooling.
He was walking across the street holding someone in his arms. There was a mother nearby holding her child, who was a few years old, in the same position as them.
The child cried loudly and twisted in his mother's arms, wanting his mother to agree to buy him snacks.
Wen Jiuze and Xue Ling were both attracted by the child's crying, and then Wen Jiuze noticed that Xue Ling also began to shake and cry.
"Promise me, promise me! Woo!"
"Why are you imitating him?"
Wen Jiuze could only be thankful that she didn't learn to call her mom like that kid, and replied numbly, "Okay, I'm not fierce, and I'm not angry... Let go."
Then the drunk grabbed his hair and cried, "My hands, where are my hands?"
I can’t even find my hands, but my learning ability is very strong.
Wen Jiuze didn't know where her obsession came from. No matter what he said to her, she just kept saying that she was afraid of making people angry and lose their temper.
He had to promise her several times that he would definitely not lose his temper with her.
"Okay, no matter what happens from now on, I won't be angry with you or lose my temper with you, okay?"
He was tortured into agreeing, but when she woke up the next day, she had no memory of the incident.
Later, when she occasionally messed up something, did something wrong, or accidentally hit him too hard, she would secretly look at him with an expression that said, "It's strange that he's not angry at all."
Wen Jiuze didn't remind her, he just wanted to see when she could remember this matter on her own.
But looking at her head, she can't remember.
In fact, it was just a casual promise, but he kept it in mind for a long time as a vow.
Sometimes, it wasn't even directed at Xue Ling, but when I thought of the way she said she was afraid of other people losing their temper, the irritability and anger in my heart would suddenly subside a little.
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Xue Ling felt that the medicine was somewhat useful. Although Wen Jiuze vomited after taking it, he recovered after a day of discomfort.
The weather was good, so Wen Jiuze parked his car by the river, took out a whetstone from the car, and sat by the river to sharpen his frequently used short knife.
Amid the "crackling" sound of sharpening the knife, Xue Ling stiffly raised his hand and touched his neck.
Wen Jiuze's dagger was of very good quality. After chopping off so many zombies' heads, the blade did not become bent. However, it was inevitable that it would become blunt and needed to be sharpened.
This morning, Wen Jiuze spoke to her with a smile and suddenly became interested in sharpening a knife.
It was the sound of sharpening the knife that made Xue Ling nervous.
Wen Jiuze noticed Xue Ling's furtive look and wanted to laugh. He flicked the blade of his knife and called Xue Ling over.
When Xue Ling walked up to him, Wen Jiuze narrowed his eyes and deliberately said, "The knife is almost sharpened. Come over and test the blade to see if it's sharp."
Xue Ling: “!”
What should I try? My neck?
She snatched Wen Jiuze's knife, sat in his seat, and started to sharpen the knife for him. As for Wen Jiuze, she sent him to cook.
The regular sound of knife sharpening, "cha, cha", was heard again by the river.
Wen Jiuze held the spatula in one hand and flipped the fried meat in the pot, occasionally looking up at Xue Ling.
She polished it very seriously.
Xue Ling understood why Wen Jiuze sharpened his knife. This kind of regular and repetitive work was a bit of a stress reliever.
Watching the river water wash away the dirty water and the blade being polished and sharp gives me a sense of accomplishment.
She was sharpening the knife while Wen Jiuze was cooking, and she was still sharpening the knife after Wen Jiuze finished his meal.
"Just grind it to this level." Wen Jiuze walked over and reminded.
Xue Ling shook her head, she hadn’t polished enough yet.
Wen Jiuze: "If you keep sharpening, my knife will be worn out."
He saw that Xue Ling had not had enough fun, so he turned around and searched the car for a few knives of different sizes, some of which were rusty.
Why are there so many knives?
"When you go out, how can you only have one knife? This one is the most useful now. I rarely use the previous ones."
Xue Ling changed a rusty knife and started sharpening it with great interest.
The initial process of polishing away the rust and stains is the most enjoyable.
From these notched knives, Xue Ling seemed to be able to see the countless battles that Wen Jiuzhe had experienced.
A piece of the tip of this knife has broken off.
There is a bloody handprint on the handle of this knife.
Xue Ling picked it up and looked at it carefully, but was not sure whether the handprint was Wen Jiuzhe's.
Xue Ling was addicted to sharpening knives. She was still sharpening them when Wen Jiuze was sleeping, and she refused to put them down even after being called twice.
Wen Jiuze fell asleep unknowingly and was suddenly awakened late at night by a dark shadow standing in front of him.
Xue Ling stood before him with a stiff face, looking down at him, holding a sharp knife in his hand, with water still dripping from the blade.
Seeing him wake up, she put the knife in front of him.
Wen Jiuzhe: "..."
"Is it okay to grind it like this?" Xue Ling slowly handed over the writing board again.
"...That's enough." Wen Jiuze said. He couldn't fall asleep anymore after watching Xue Ling return to the river with a knife in the dark night.
Now it was Wen Jiuze's turn to feel nervous as he listened to the sound of knife sharpening.
Xue Ling sharpened the knife thoroughly in one go, thinking, isn't this more fun than poker and flying chess?
The next night, they stayed in a safe camp on the side of the road. The conditions did not allow Xue Ling to continue sharpening his knife all night.
In addition to Wen Jiuze's two cars, there was a convoy of three cars in the camp. There were men and women, young people and old people in the convoy, and it seemed like a whole family.
They sat together to eat and chat.
Compared to them, Wen Jiuze and his companions, who parked their car in the corner, were very quiet.
Xue Ling always stayed in the car when she went to the campsite to sleep outdoors, and she thought it would be the same this time. Unexpectedly, Wen Jiuze looked at the convoy on the opposite side and suddenly pulled Xue Ling out of the car.
Xue Ling held his hand tightly with a glove on, looked nervously at the people opposite, and pressed the sunglasses and mask on his face guiltily.
"It's okay, we are in the corner, it's dark and there are no lights here, no one will find us." Wen Jiuze comforted her.
He unfolded two chairs, placed them in the open space next to the car, and sat there with Xue Ling.
The people in the convoy over there glanced at them a few times, then quickly looked away and no longer paid attention.
The two parties were not far away and their voices could be heard clearly.
After Xue Ling's initial nervousness, she slowly relaxed and listened to the family talking not far away.
When the son complained that the noodles had no taste because there was not enough salt in them, his mother scolded him for being nosy.
A young girl took out a seasoning packet for instant noodles, which attracted a scramble from her siblings.
The middle-aged couple picked out some meat and vegetables and shared them with the oldest person, telling Dad to eat more.
The old man agreed, then turned around and picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks and gave it to the kid about eleven or twelve years old next to him.
"Dad, eat it yourself, don't worry about him."
"Mom! Look at my brother, he stole my seasoning packet!"
"Why are you mad at your sister? Give it back to her!"
"I want some too, sister, give me some!"
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Xue Ling's hand was always held by Wen Jiuze.
She looked up at the stars in the sky, and was brought back by the sound to the time before the disaster, when she was still among the people, living an ordinary and peaceful life.
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