Chapter 120 It’s Really Too Late

Xinbao slept for more than half an hour.

Then she suddenly started crying in her dream, crying, "Evil! Er, hurry up..."

She woke herself up, turned over so suddenly that she almost fell off the bed.

Yan Shenjue flew over to catch it, and the book fell to the ground. He hugged her anxiously and coaxed her in an unskilled way: "Don't be afraid, Xinbao, did you have a nightmare?"

Xinbao's eyes opened wide, and he suddenly became very sober, saying, "Stupid!"

Yan Shenjue said patiently: "Second brother went to the county town and will not be back until tomorrow..."

Halfway through his words, he saw Tuanzi's frustrated expression and was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong?"

Xinbao was so anxious that she broke away from his embrace, clenched her fists, and turned around on the couch like a headless fly, "What should I do if my second brother is not here... What should I do..."

Yan Shenjue was a little panicked and hugged her again: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, are you in a nightmare? Don't be afraid, Xinbao, I'm here..." He was very worried, bit his lip, and added embarrassedly: "My wife is here. Xinbao, don't be afraid."

But Xinbao was really anxious to death.

She didn't know what the words meant this time, but she felt so urgent! She glanced at the book that had fallen to the ground, paused, and subconsciously pounced down.

Yan Shenjue said anxiously: "Xinbao!!"

Xinbao was also anxious: "I want a book!"

He said, "Why do you want the book when you don't know it!"

Yes, she doesn’t know him!

She didn't know the characters, so she couldn't find them! She also couldn't fly, so she couldn't fly to her second brother.

Her brain was about to shut down, and she couldn't think of a second idea. In a hurry, she grabbed his hand and wrote a word on it: "What is this word?"

Yan Shenjue was stunned: "You, are you writing?"

Xinbao was so anxious that he kept pulling his hand: "What's that word?!"

"I'm sorry, Xinbao," the young boy was almost crying, his face was covered with sweat, and the tail of his scarf was stuck to his face.

But he immediately took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, quickly put the little ball on the table, took a pen and dipped it in tea, and said, "You write."

Xinbao couldn't hold the brush properly, so he simply threw it away, dipped his fingers in water, and wrote a word on the table.

Yan Shenjue asked, "Tang?"

She actually wrote a word? He felt that he might have accidentally touched upon their great secret.

He stared at her little finger without blinking as she wrote the words so clumsily: "Six. Lang.'s. Feet? Xinbao, what on earth is this?"

Xinbao was so anxious that tears were falling down her face. She cried, "Don't ask me! Xinbao hasn't finished weaving yet! Xinbao doesn't have enough time to weave it!"

Yan Shenjue: “…”

He stroked Tuanzi's back with his hand, and Xinbao dipped his hands in his tears and continued to write while crying.

"Tang Liulang's feet are entangled in water plants..."

The two of them looked up almost at the same time.

Then Yan Shenjue picked up Xinbao and jumped towards the river like flying.

At such an urgent moment, Xinbao, inexplicably, felt quite calm.

She even stopped crying, and opened her eyes wide, watching the flowers, plants, and trees flying past her, so fast that she couldn't see clearly.

Then he stopped abruptly.

Yan Shenjue was already standing on the shore.

Not far away, there were the sounds of Yuan Yaochu and Xiao Wu Ge laughing.

In front of me, Brother Xiaoliu had half of his head in the water, his eyes half open and half closed, his clothes swaying slowly underwater, and his whole body appeared eerily calm and motionless.

This scene actually only lasted for a moment, but it was frozen in her mind.

She never knew that a drowning person could be so calm.

The next moment, he put her on the shore. Xinbao lost her balance and sat down on the ground.

She saw a pale blue figure, and then it flew past like a flying bird, and the whole person paddled in the water... It seemed like just a bird flapping its wings...

He cut off the water plants below with a sword, pulled Little Six into his arms, lightly tapped the water surface with his toes, turned around, and flew back to the shore.

Then he quickly turned Little Six over, held him flat with his small palm, and gave him a light tap on the back.

Brother Xiaoliu choked on a mouthful of water, then spit out some water, crying as he spit.

Yan Shenjue breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Xinbao.

Xinbao was still in a daze.

The scenes just now were like slow motion, replaying in her mind over and over again. She didn't know how many times they were replayed before she suddenly realized... Brother Xiaoliu was fine. She saved him.

Almost, just a little bit, it was too late! Xinbao burst into tears.

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Yan Shenjue hugged her and comforted her softly.

Yuan Yaochu heard the voice and came over: "Why are you here?"

He picked up Xiaoliu and said, "Don't you really want to take a bath? Why are you crying?"

Brother Xiaoliu no longer cared about being a man. He cried, "I'm scared. The water ghost is trying to catch me..."

Yuan Yaochu was stunned for a moment, and then he saw that there were some water plants wrapped around his ankles, leaving faint circles of red marks. It was obvious that he was entangled by the water plants. He was so shocked that he stuttered: "Are you okay?"

Yan Shenjue held the little girl in his arms and gave him a cold look.

Yuan Yaochu said anxiously: "He insisted on taking a bath. I was afraid that he would be cold if he came out, so I picked up branches to make a fire for him. But when I turned around..."

Yan Shenjue didn't want to listen any more, so he just walked away with Xinbao in his arms, walking faster and faster, flying all the way up the mountain.

Xinbao was still crying, but gradually she stopped crying.

This fear and sadness were like a ball of heavy wet fog, which had originally squeezed into her small chest, making her feel extremely uncomfortable... But now, it seemed to be slowly blown away, bit by bit, by the wind passing by her.

She burped and said, "Wife."

He hummed, stretched out his small hand and gently stroked the back of her head.

She added: "Wife."

He hummed again, and slowly stopped, still holding her with one hand and supporting her head with the other, and looked at her expression.

Her eyes were wide open, her little face was clean, and her tears and snot were all on his clothes.

At such a close distance, the little brother's face looked even more beautiful and delicate, and his peach blossom eyes, which should have been sparkling, were instead as calm as ice and jade.

Xinbao was a little happy and reached out to touch his face: "Wife, you are so beautiful."

Yan Shenjue: “…”

He was simply at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Before he could figure out how to comfort her, she had almost forgotten about it.

Yan Shenjue said softly: "Xinbao, that word..."

"Yes, words!" Xinbao blinked. At this moment, the stone in her mind had disappeared, but she was afraid that there would be something else behind it, so she immediately went to hold his hand.

He sat down on the side of the road and asked her to write the words on his hand, one by one.

Reading the whole sentence, the disaster is over.

But, it turns out that this little dumpling's blessing is not illusory, but... something that can be seen and grasped? Yan Shenjue pondered for a moment, and said to her: "Xinbao, I won't tell anyone about this matter, and I won't tell the Yuan family either... I accidentally found out Xinbao's secret, so I'll tell Xinbao my secret too, okay?"

(End of this chapter)