Chapter 53 I am not Yan Ning
"I'm not angry, I'm not that petty..."
Yan Ning's voice gradually faded away, like a sheepskin raft with air leaking out.
He lowered his head and used chopsticks to move the round tea eggs in the bowl, and continued: "If you have something important to say, I understand you..."
What could be more important than you? It's just because they are your relatives. Xie Jingyu looked at his sensible and well-behaved appearance, and a bitter feeling welled up in his heart.
He took out a crimson jade bracelet from his bosom, held it in his palm and handed it to Yan Ning.
"This is a gift."
The person in front of him immediately cheered. He was so easy to please. Xie Jingyu felt even more distressed. He put the brightly colored bracelet on the boy's white wrist and secretly sighed that this color really suited him.
"Eat slowly. I'll stay with you for a while longer today."
The boy hummed happily, his mood changed quickly, and he no longer looked angry.
After Yan Ning finished his meal and rested for a while, he heard the man say that he wanted to accompany him to digest the food. Yan Ning, who had no other entertainment activities in the house except reading, readily agreed.
Xie Jingyu took down the sword hanging on his waist and handed it to Yan Ning.
"Can I teach you swordplay?"
Just like before...
"Okay!" Yan Ning took the sword with both hands, touched it carefully, and seemed to like it very much. However, it was still a bit difficult for him to hold it with one hand.
"It's so heavy! Will it be heavy for you to wear it?"
Xie Jingyu stood behind him, his big hand covering Yan Ning's sword hand, holding the sword together with him. The two of them were very close, and Yan Ning felt that he was almost in the man's arms.
The hot breath from the man almost melted his cool back.
"It's not too heavy. I'm used to it. Ning can carry a sword with more practice."
The man's low and gentle voice was in her ears, and the faint scent of herbs lingered at the tip of her nose. Yan Ning knew that she also had this smell, but she blushed unconsciously.
His red lips were bitten wet by him.
"…Then…you teach me,"
Yan Ning acquiesced to the man's hands-on teaching.
"In this position, you need to bend down a little and spread your legs apart so that you can stand more steadily."
I don't know why. It was the man who was teaching me how to hold a sword, but I felt like I was being taken advantage of. I shuddered wherever the big hand passed by.
"...Um...I'll do it myself, you just stand farther away and watch."
Yan Ning took the initiative to withdraw from the ambiguous atmosphere, not daring to look the man in the eye.
He tried the movements himself and it didn't seem difficult. Under Xie Jingyu's praise, he waved his sword with great interest, slashing towards the air.
"Not bad! Aning has learned very well, very impressive!"
Yan Ning felt embarrassed when she saw the man applauding her. It was so strange. Why was she so shy today?
Xie Jingyu stayed with Yan Ning for a long time today, and only left through the window when Yan's mother went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Yan Ning's mother usually came to his room quite frequently, but today she only came twice. Yan Ning thought about it for a long time but couldn't come up with anything, so he just let it go.
I fell asleep under the quiet moonlight...
"... Um... Don't bite my ear..."
"A Ning is so great... so amazing..."
In a dream full of red, a man repeatedly pressed down on me and did strange things to me...
His legs shamelessly wrapped around hers, and the man even praised him for being so good, just like he did when they were practicing swordplay today...
Yan Ning was immersed in this dream until daybreak, then he filled a basin with hot water in the hut and washed his clothes.
In the days that followed, Yan Ning would always feel shy when facing men, and would miss them when they were not together. Even if Yan Ning was innocent, she knew something.
He began to sit by the window every day, stroking the jade bracelet on his wrist, looking forward to Xie Jingyu's arrival.
Mother Yan came to his room less and less. With her around, Yan Zijie seemed to feel more at ease. She no longer watched him closely, allowed him to move around in the yard, and did not lock the room anymore.
That day, Yan Ning had a full breakfast and had nothing to do, so he took the empty bowl to the kitchen to wash it. When he passed by Asan's room, he heard someone talking.
"You can't keep him locked up like this. You know he's not Ningning!"
That was Yan Ning's mother's voice. Yan Ning covered his mouth, fearing that he would make a sound.
"He is Ningning, he is my brother, he is not allowed to go anywhere except here!"
Yan Zijie was throwing things again. The sound of porcelain falling to the ground could be heard in the room.
Yan Ning walked quickly to the kitchen with the empty bowl in his hand, poured cold water into the wooden basin, and put all the bowls and dishes in it.
"What did Ningning hear?"
Yan Ning didn't know when Yan Zijie stood behind him. He shook his body subconsciously.
He fluently said the sentence he had rehearsed several times in his mind: "Ah, brother, what's wrong? Did you quarrel with Asan? Don't quarrel, we are a family," ×
Yan Zijie took the kettle and added some hot water to the wooden basin, then put his arm around his back and said, "Well, Ningning, you don't have to do this. I'll wash it later. You can go to the yard and rest."
He rolled up his sleeves and stared at Yan Ning's face. Seeing that Yan Ning was still the same as usual, he said nothing more.
Yan Ning nodded at him, and walked out of the door with a smile, just like he usually did to Xie Jingyu.
"Thank you, brother,"
He almost ran into the house and closed the door. There was no way to lock the door.
He climbed onto the bed again, pulled down the curtains, and covered himself with the quilt. He gasped for breath and curled himself up into a ball.
I am not Yan Ning, and he is not my brother, so who am I? Why is he locking me up?
Yan Ning felt a splitting headache. He held his head and groaned in pain.
"Ningning, don't get hurt in the quilt, get up and have some soup."
The tone was still gentle. I must have been deceived like this for three years. Yan Ning wiped her tears in embarrassment under the quilt at home.
He calmed himself down, raised the corners of his lips, and dared to pull back the quilt.
"Brother, I'm a little sleepy and almost fell asleep,"
Yan Zijie still had a perfect smile on his face, which made it impossible to find fault with him, and there was no clue to his smile.
It seems that as long as Yan Ning doesn't make mistakes, he is still the good brother.
"Really? Then Ningning, remember to drink your soup, because we are moving tomorrow."
Yan Zijie put down the bowl and left without waiting for his reply.
Yan Ning didn't dare drink the soup anymore. He secretly poured it into the flower pot by the window, covered it with soil, and pressed it down with his hands.
Sitting at the table with his hands clasped, he opened the closet and found some convenient clothes to change into.
He wrapped the clogs Xie Jingyu had given him with his unused clothes, put on the hot boots, and put the jade bracelet under the pillow on his wrist.
I covered my clogs and clothes with a quilt.
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