Yan Zixiu was so distressed that he quickly explained, "I didn't. I had a mission at the Special Management Bureau, and they called me away the night you left."

He stood up and held Jing Shaoci's face, anxiously saying, "I asked them to tell you as soon as possible, but they forgot."

After listening to his explanation, Jing Shaoci just lowered his black eyes and said nothing. Yan Zixiu

had never seen him like this before, and he felt like his heart was being rubbed hard.

He turned his head to look at Jing Shaoci's face and whispered, "I want to coax you, but I'm so stupid that I don't know what to say to make you happy."

In fact, as long as he can come back, Jing Shaoci can endure any pain.

But this feeling of worrying about gains and losses made him too uncomfortable. Although it was only five short days, he lived every day like he was in hell.

At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to hug Yan Zixiu.

After an unknown amount of time, he took Yan Zixiu's hand off his face and said in a dull voice: "You are tired too, go to sleep."

After that, Jing Shaoci gritted his teeth, stood up, and then walked to the bed and lay down. Yan Zixiu

stood there, dazed and at a loss.

After a while, he turned around and went to the bathroom to get a hot towel, gently wiped Jing Shaoci's face, and then wiped his hands.

Jing Shaoci closed his eyes the whole time, and was left with only fatigue.

Yan Zixiu got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower, and after coming out, he also lay down in the quilt.

Although Jing Shaoci had his eyes closed, he was not asleep at all.

He had his back to Yan Zixiu, and after a while, he heard a rustling sound behind him.

"Damn sweet potato, are you asleep?"

After several seconds, Jing Shaoci finally said, "No."

Yan Zixiu hummed and lay back down.

Just when Jing Shaoci thought that the other party had fallen asleep, he suddenly felt a cool breeze behind his ears.

At first he thought it was an illusion, but after a few seconds, it happened again.

After three or four times, Jing Shaoci couldn't help but turn his head and asked, "What are you doing?"

Yan Zixiu hesitated for a moment, then replied seriously, "Blowing on the pillow."

He moved closer and explained, "My master said that this method is very effective in coaxing people."

"Blowing..." Before he finished speaking, Jing Shaoci smiled helplessly and compromisingly.

It is undeniable that after just these few times, his heart softened immediately. Even though Yan Zixiu said this in a serious tone, he still thought it was so cute.

"Your master said that blowing pillow wind means blowing into someone's ear?"

Yan Zixiu shook his head and said, "No, he just told me this method but didn't tell me how to do it specifically."

He lowered his head embarrassedly, "I figured it out in my mind based on the literal meaning."

After that, Yan Zixiu pursed his lips and whispered, "Did I do something wrong?"

Jing Shaoci looked at him and raised his hand to hug him in his arms, "No, you did it right. Look, you've coaxed me into submission."

At this moment, Yan Zixiu felt that Ba Si Sweet Potato was the easiest person to coax in the world. He just blew a few breaths on him and this person was no longer annoyed.

He raised his head, looked at Jing Shaoci's face and said, "Why are you so good?"

Jing Shaoci tightened his arms and whispered, "Because it's you, that's why I'm so good."

Yan Zixiu couldn't help but lower his head and raise the corners of his lips, and for the first time took the initiative to hug his waist.

He thought the two of them would sleep like this, but Jing Shaoci asked after a while, "What's the name of the dynasty you came from?"

The smile on Yan Zixiu's face disappeared instantly, but he buried his head in Jing Shaoci's shoulder, so he was not discovered.

"Daxuan Dynasty."

After saying that, he secretly curled up his fingers, "Why weren't you afraid at all when you heard those things I told you before?"

Jing Shaoci lowered his head, looked at his profile and said, "You mean the thing about you not being the original Yan Zixiu?"

Yan Zixiu nodded slightly and said, "Resurrection is so weird, people in your dynasty should be afraid of it."

Jing Shaoci heard the uneasiness in his tone, touched his back soothingly and said, "I knew you were not him."

Yan Zixiu suddenly widened his eyes, and after two seconds, he sat up abruptly, "Do you know?!"

Jing Shaoci half sat up and deliberately said in a joking tone, "You don't think you have been hiding it well, do you?"

Yan Zixiu was stunned, and after a while he said, "But I look exactly like him."

"Even though they look exactly the same, I can feel that the core inside is different." Jing Shaoci propped up one leg and put his hand on it, "It turns out that Yan Zixiu's character is so dirty, it's completely different from you."

Yan Zixiu blinked and asked in confusion: "But when I first came, you often argued with me."

"That's because of you, otherwise I wouldn't say a word to that person."

Originally, this sentence should have sounded sweet, but Yan Zixiu narrowed his eyes and said: "If you know so much, why do you still want to send me to a mental hospital?"

This sentence made Jing Shaoci embarrassed.

He coughed, and then said unconfidently: "You scolded me a lot in the past."

Both of them were not right, and tacitly decided to turn the page.

Jing Shaoci looked at him and suddenly became curious about something. "What did you feel when you saw me for the first time?"

Yan Zixiu thought about it carefully, and then answered seriously: "You are unparalleled, but your life is very short."

After hearing this, Jing Shaoci decided to increase his daily exercise volume, lest he suffer a heart attack one day and lose more than he gained.

He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth slightly and said: "I mean the face."

Yan Zixiu felt a little embarrassed, because he really didn't pay any attention at that time.

"Actually, the first person I saw when I came here was Gu Shiyi." He said, inexplicably feeling guilty, "So I only have a vague impression of him."

Late at night, the innocent Gu Shiyi was scolded in his heart by Jing Shaoci.

But in fact, he was the culprit, after all, he was the one who asked Shi Yi to give the divorce agreement to Yan Zixiu to sign.

The two recalled the past and suddenly felt that it was a miracle that they could get to where they are today.

After the two lay down again, Jing Shaoci hugged Yan Zixiu, stroked his arm and asked: "Why do you like to eat Polygonum flower candy so much?"

"The production of sugar in our dynasty was extremely complicated, so all sweets were very expensive." Yan Zixiu moved towards his arms, then smiled and said: "But every time we made money, our master would buy us Polygonum flower candy, one for each of us, and he and his uncle each got half."

Jing Shaoci was silent for a while after hearing this, and then slowly said: "When you were a child... were you a beggar?"

"Well, I didn't know who my parents were since I was born. I grew up in a beggar's den in a broken temple."

Although it was such a miserable life experience, there was no pain in Yan Zixiu's tone. "When I was young, I couldn't see directly, but because of this, it was easier for me to beg for food."

Jing Shao took a deep breath and said reluctantly after a while: "Tell me about your childhood."

Yan Zixiu didn't expect him to be interested in this aspect. After a brief recollection, he said: "I remember there was a family in our town. The branches of their peach tree grew outside the wall. So every summer, I squatted outside their wall, waiting for the peaches to ripen and fall down, so that I wouldn't be hungry."

"But when I was five years old, I was discovered by the servant of that mansion. He chased me for a long time with a wooden stick. I ran so hard that I had no strength left, so he broke my arm."

Jing Shaoci closed his eyes abruptly, his throat trembling as he said, "What happened next?"

"Later..." Yan Zixiu thought carefully and replied, "I don't remember what happened after my arm was broken. I only remember that my master found out about it, beat the servant, stripped him naked and threw him into the North Mountain."

As he spoke, he seemed to be suddenly interested, turned over and supported his head and said, "In fact, not all rich people are bad. There was a man who would give out porridge on the first and fifteenth day of every month, but his wife was a stingy person. "

Speaking of this, a rare hint of childishness appeared in his expression," Whenever she was in the porridge stall, the porridge would be so watery that the bottom would seep out. If I asked for a second bowl, she would glare at me fiercely. "

Yan Zixiu smiled with his eyes curved, leaned close to him and whispered, "So in order to prevent her from recognizing me, I..."

The voice of Yan Zixiu's words gradually became blurred in Jing Shaoci's ears. It was not that he did not listen carefully, but he was really suffocated by the pain in his heart.

Whenever he thought of the little Yan Yan, half-naked, holding a broken bowl, and being treated with disgust and contempt for wanting to drink a bowl of porridge, his heart felt like being repeatedly scraped by thorns covered with barbs.

"What? Am I very smart..."

After telling the funny stories of his childhood, Yan Zixiu smiled and looked up at Jing Shaoci, but he was suddenly shocked.

"Drawing sweet potato, you, why are you crying?"

Tears slid down Jing Shaoci's cold jaw, and Yan Zixiu hurriedly grabbed his sleeve and raised his hand to wipe it.

As a result, Jing Shaoci held his wrist, looked into his eyes and said, "Why don't you know the pain."

His voice was choked with uncontrollable sobs, "Even if you complain about your parents, or scold those who bullied you, at least let me know that you also hated them."

"But you didn't." The more Jing Shaoci spoke, the more painful his expression became, "I can't imagine how much suffering you have suffered to make you look like this now."

After the voice fell, Yan Zixiu withdrew his hand and lowered his head.

After a long time, he slowly said, "But, there are always people who treat me well."

Yan Zixiu raised his eyes and looked at Jing Shaoci, "In the past, there was my master, and now, there is you."

After that, he lay on Jing Shaoci's chest and murmured in a low voice, "Thank you."

Jing Shaoci didn't understand why he said these three words, "Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for caring about my past more than I do myself."

This sentence made Jing Shaoci's eyes red again.

He couldn't protect Yan Zixiu from being bullied by the wind and rain when he was young. Now, he can only hug this person tightly, and secretly swear in his heart that he will never let Yan Zixiu suffer any grievances in the future.

When Jing Shaoci came to his senses, Yan Zixiu had already fallen asleep on his stomach.

Maybe he had a good dream, but there was a hint of smile on the corner of his mouth.

The next day, it was almost noon when Yan Zixiu woke up.

Jing Shaoci had already called to inform others, and just came out of the bathroom.

When Yan Zixiu saw that he was only wrapped in a bath towel below his waist, he immediately raised his arm to block it in front of him.

Jing Shaoci walked over and pulled down his hand, but Yan Zixiu simply closed his eyes and didn't look.

"Which part of my body haven't you seen? Isn't it a bit late to cover it now, huh?"

Yan Zixiu turned his head away, "That's different."

Jing Shaoci put his face close to him, and scanned his eyebrows with his eyes at a close distance, "Why is it different."

"Now that we are in this relationship, you and I should be more polite."

Jing Shaoci felt sweet in his heart, but deliberately said: "Then tell me, what is our relationship now."

Yan Zixiu replied seriously: "Now that you and I are in love with each other, it is beyond the rules to sleep on the same bed. We should avoid each other under the same roof."

His set of clichés made Jing Shaoci confused, but he didn't care about it. He turned Yan Zixiu's face with his big hand and said: "Since you are here now, you have to follow the local customs."

I don't know why, Yan Zixiu was suddenly persuaded by him.

He opened his eyes and was about to speak, but there was a knock on the door.

Jing Shaoci was wrapped in a towel and couldn't open the door, so Yan Zixiu had to get out of bed.

After opening the door, the butler outside said, "Second Young Master, there is a guest looking for you."

Yan Zixiu nodded, "Okay, I'll go down right away."

The meat in his mouth flew away again. Jing Shaoci changed his clothes angrily. Today, even the king of heaven could not make him feel better.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Ji Luoyu, who was sitting on the sofa, stood up immediately.

When Yan Zixiu came closer, he bowed his head and apologized, "Master Yan Tian, ​​I'm sorry, I forgot to inform Mr. Jing. It's all my negligence. I'm sorry."

Wei Chu stood aside and said, "This is my fault. I promised you that I should do it. I'm sorry."

Although Yan Zixiu was angry at the time, the matter had already passed and he would not hold on to it.

So he said lightly, "Don't do this in the future."

Ji Luoyu felt very guilty and apologized to Jing Shaoci again.

Jing Shaoci had a cold face and didn't say anything. He could turn the page on the previous matter, but he was still angry about being interrupted just now.

After the four sat down, Jing Shaoci asked about Hengwei Mountain.

Wei Chu was a man of few words, and Yan Zixiu would not mention how heroic he was, so Ji Luoyu had to speak.

He was very reserved when he first described it, but he became more relaxed as he spoke.

"When Master Yan Tianshi's Taoist appearance appeared, we thought we saw a god standing at the foot of the mountain. I have never seen such a thing in my life..."

"Wait." Jing Shaoci suddenly interrupted, then raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Taoist appearance?"

"Yes." Ji Luoyu thought he had seen it before, but he didn't know the term Taoist appearance: "Taoist appearance is the appearance of the heart, which is closest to the original appearance of people in the Xuanmen."

Jing Shaoci looked at Yan Zixiu and sneered, "They have all seen it."

The implication was that only he had not seen it.

Yan Zixiu calmly replied, "My appearance is just average, nothing special."

Ji Luoyu's eyes widened in surprise, and then he anxiously retorted, "Who said that? Master Yan Tian, ​​your face is so attractive now, and your appearance is so divine, who wouldn't be haunted by it... lingering."

He lowered the last word "lingering" because Mr. Jing's eyes were so cold that he felt he would be frozen if he said one more word.