"Morning exercise."
Yan Huailiu answered seriously.
She even tidied up her messy hair: "The wind is too strong this morning, please move aside, I will go back and tidy it up."
Baili Changhuan had something on his mind, so he didn't think much about it. He just made way for him and followed Yan Huailiu into the room.
Yan Huailiu pretended that his junior brother didn't exist, and pretended to be calm as he washed, changed his clothes, and fixed his hair, trying hard to suppress the guilty feeling that was about to show on his face.
Why did you stay in your apprentice's room again?
What would it look like if this got out?
If his junior fellow apprentice knew about this, he would never be able to keep his ears clean.
but……
Yan Huailiu checked his clothes in the mirror and breathed a sigh of relief: "Junior brother, what do you want to say?"
Could you please stop staring at him with such a sad and complicated look?
He's very nervous, okay?
As if waiting for Yan Huailiu to ask this question, Baili Changhuan immediately said, "What do you mean by giving me those things?"
Yan Huailiu fell silent for a moment.
Baili Changhuan lowered his head: "I didn't sleep all night yesterday, thinking about all this. I know you don't like me. You haven't liked me since the day Master brought me back..."
He felt extremely aggrieved: "You always hit me, scold me, and deliberately bully me. Every time I challenge you to a sparring match, you want to kill me. If I hadn't dodged quickly, I would have been dead long ago."
Yan Huailiu: ...
"You didn't really kill him, did you?"
He asked tentatively.
He immediately received a resentful glare from his junior fellow apprentice: "No, but there's a huge disparity in strength, and I can't beat you. If you don't give in, what's the difference between that and killing me?"
Quite justified.
Okay.
Yan Huailiu listened quietly.
"If you don't like me, why did you give me those? Why did you prepare so much? Why did you buy me the whistle I mentioned casually when I was a child?"
Baili Changhuan kicked the corner of the table next to him, cursed under his breath, and complained, "It's not like I don't understand. Do I need you to tell me how to play? Who are you looking down on?"
Yan Huailiu looked at him as if he were his own child, and resisted the urge to pat him on the head.
From the moment he gave the things away, he had already made up his mind.
"Don't think that just because you gave me those, you can erase everything that happened before. It's impossible. I tell you, I do hold grudges."
Baili Changhuan spoke fiercely, but looked at Yan Huailiu with an extremely expectant look.
"Those letters... and those things, when did you prepare them? Why did you..."
"Junior brother."
Yan Huailiu interrupted him.
The look he gave Baili Changhuan became increasingly gentle, and he reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Changhuan, can you ask me this question again in a year?"
"Why? Why would you ask me a year later? I have to ask now!"
Baili Changhuan was very unreasonable.
Yan Huailiu tried to make up a reason to make him agree, but after turning those excuses over in his mind several times, he gave them all up.
He simply looked at Baili Changhuan with an unusually sincere gaze and spoke slowly, "It won't be too long. One year from now, um... on your birthday, ask me again and I'll definitely tell you, okay?"
Baili Changhuan couldn't stand his tone the most. He turned his face away and muttered softly, "Alright, you're the only one with so many problems! I'll ask you later. Time flies anyway..."
"Thank you." Yan Huailiu patted him and said, "Read the letters carefully and practice well in this year. If you have any questions, you can ask me."
He thought for a moment and added, "Of course, if you want to spar, you're welcome. Next time, I'll be careful not to hurt you."
"Who needs you to be careful!" Baili Changhuan glared at him.
Yan Huailiu noticed that his clothes looked a little strange today and asked curiously, "Did your Wuya Peak go bankrupt? Where did you find those old sheets to wear?"
Baili Changhuan gritted his teeth: "What do you care?"
He even changed his clothes specially to see Yan Huailiu, bah!
"Your original clothes are very nice. You can wear them however you want in the future." Yan Huailiu's emotional intelligence suddenly came online and he quickly made amends.
"You don't have to tell me! Don't think I'll change my clothes just because you scold me. I wear whatever I like! I'm wearing this today because the other clothes are still wet after washing!"
Baili Changhuan retorted angrily, glared at him and prepared to leave.
With one foot already out the door, he came back and asked, "How are you planning to celebrate your birthday this year? I've already booked the same opera troupe you used to in previous years. Where do you want to start your outburst? Wu Nian City?"
"They haven't spent all the compensation they paid last time yet, so they probably won't dare not celebrate your birthday. It's not bad to give them a taste of their own medicine first."
Yan Huailiu held his forehead with one hand: "No, no need."
Knowing that the original body was deliberately making trouble and scolding him, he still insisted on arranging the troupe according to his wishes.
He may say he dislikes it, but his body is honest.
Everyone in the Yuxu Sect has this problem.
Yan Huailiu complained a few words in his heart, thought for a moment and said: "There is no need to do it, just have a meal together this year, or not..."
It would be best not to eat. The most he could accept was chatting with Gu Xingyun while eating.
What if you get so nervous that your face twitches when there are a lot of people around?
Baili Changhuan rolled his eyes. "You're talking as if they'll agree if you don't do it. As far as I know, the one from Shuijing City spread the news half a month ago and is searching the world for a gift for you."
"Oh, right, there's also Xuanyue Palace. I don't know if that old man has lost his mind, but he actually stopped plotting against us. He even compiled a booklet praising your merits a few days ago."
Yan Huailiu was a little curious: "What's written on it?"
Baili Changhuan looked disgusted and said, "You don't think I would buy something like this, do you? How would I know what's written in it?"
"Oh..." Yan Huailiu was a little disappointed.
He has almost finished reading all the unofficial histories and wants to read some other fresh stories.
"Well, it's just some nonsense he made up, about punishing evil and promoting good, or opening up the Thousand Scripture Pavilion for the sake of justice. It's half true and half false, so there's no need to read it."
Baili Changhuan explained uncomfortably.
After that, he quickly changed the subject: "Okay, I'll take care of the arrangements for the birthday party myself. What's the point of asking you? I might as well ask Gu Xingyun."
The despised Yan Huailiu didn't dare to respond and watched his junior brother run out quickly.
He closed the door, sat by the window and breathed a sigh of relief.
His gaze turned to the previous secret room, and he was stunned for a long time before speaking softly.
"I will leave sooner or later. We are destined to be together. I will bear some of your mistakes and try my best to pave the way for you in the future. Just consider it as a reward for borrowing your identity."
He turned and looked at himself in the mirror: "Anyway, not many people like me... But you still have to apologize and make amends. Don't make mistakes again..."
He seemed to have thought of something and suddenly stood up and walked inside.
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