Post-mortem
He Ran always calls Chen Zixi a "sour literati", but in fact Jiang Yan thinks he is more like a nobleman.
Chen Zixi's particularity wasn't typical. He didn't care about the quality of the wine, but he'd always have a glass. He didn't care about the quality of his clothes, but he'd always wear something good. He didn't mind hardship, but he'd do anything to make his life comfortable... But he was a true brother of loyalty.
For Jiang Yan's sake, he had traveled thousands of miles at night to save her, even taking a knife with his own body without a cry of pain. But now, Jiang Yan didn't quite understand him anymore.
Chen Zixi, his upper body wrapped in bandages and a simple robe, sat on the couch in the bamboo house, frowning, "How long do you think it will take for my injury to heal?"
Jiang Yan thought about the saying that the sky doesn't collect, and said, "At least half a year, at most a year, and there may be sequelae afterwards."
——This was the result of Chen Zixi's miraculous act of relieving himself. Otherwise, the injury would have been even more serious, and even his daily fighting would have been affected in the future.
Chen Zixi sighed.
Jiang Yan had never seen him like this before. The two of them had teamed up to roam the martial arts world, and Chen Zixi had been injured before, but it was his nature. Even when hurt, he would smile, often even making a few jokes. He shouldn't be so dejected and lost.
So Jiang Yan asked, "What's going on? You've been absent-minded."
Chen Zixi looked at him, hesitant to speak for a while, and finally uttered: "I don't regret saving you, Jiang Yan, but I have to recover as soon as possible. She is still waiting for me."
Jiang Yan was puzzled: "Who is 'she'?"
Chen Zixi smiled slightly, as if recalling something sweet: "Jiang Yan, you are alone and don't even have a lover, so you won't understand."
Jiang Yan:?
It took Jiang Yan a moment to understand that Chen Zixi was someone he cared about. He couldn't help but be curious, so he asked again, "What kind of person is she?"
Chen Zixi stared absentmindedly at the gently swaying branches outside the window, as if in a dream. He murmured, "She's very special. I've never seen a girl like her before. She's unlike anyone else in this world. When we first met, I always felt she didn't fit in here. Later, I realized she didn't belong here in the first place."
Jiang Yan was silent for a while, then asked him, "What if she left?"
"I know I shouldn't force it," Chen Zixi raised her eyes to look at him, her pale pupils filled with a determination and stubbornness Jiang Yan had never seen before. "But this time, I'm going to force it. I want to keep her, to catch this ray of wind."
This shouldn't be Chen Zixi's character. He should be cool and casual. Jiang Yan was slightly shocked.
Chen Zixi suddenly smiled again: "Don't worry, Jiang Yan, I've thought about it, I have a great chance, she cares about me. If I want, there are plenty of ways to make her get used to me, become inseparable from me, and make her stay for me."
Jiang Yan was silent for a moment, then nodded, a gesture of support. To be fair, he wanted Chen Zixi to get what he wanted more than anyone else.
Serious injuries require nursing. It took Chen Zixi half a year to recover enough to move freely. Except for not being able to use force easily, he is no different from an ordinary person.
On the day Tian Bushou announced that Chen Zixi had recovered, Chen Zixi breathed a sigh of relief, and Jiang Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
In the past six months, he has heard Chen Zixi nagging "She's still waiting for me" no less than thirty times. If this continues, he might even dream about this sentence.
Jiang Yan understood that Chen Zixi really liked that "her".
During his recovery, he was not allowed to leave his bed most of the time to prevent his wound from opening. All he did most was sit by the window, gazing into the distance with his chin in his hand, lost in thought.
Sometimes in his dreams, he would murmur a name, a girl's name.
Yushan Jun was handsome, suave, and charming. Girls always hinted at him, but he pretended not to understand. Jiang Yan had never seen him so worried. It felt like he was "lovesick" as the legend said.
Chen Zixi would occasionally mention "her" to Jiang Yan. In Chen Zixi's eyes, "she" was indeed very special.
When we first met, she was chased by a wolf and even when she was thrown to the ground, she didn't make a sound. She didn't panic, nor did she cry out. She seemed to be a reserved girl, but her black and white eyes were filled with stubbornness.
Chen Zixi felt very confused. She had no martial arts skills and was completely exposed to the wolf's teeth. She was also afraid, even trembling with fear, but she seemed to have accepted her fate and did not call for help or resist.
He thought she had given up and was determined to die, but when he rescued her, her eyes sparkled with vitality.
He didn't know at that time that being interested in someone is the beginning of falling in love.
He also didn't know that her composure was based on her rationality after defeating Canglang many times in the game world and recognizing the gap between the enemy and herself.
Later he discovered that this seemingly gentle and well-behaved girl actually had a very similar inner self to him.
She always appeared polite and courteous, but in reality, she was completely unconcerned with small matters. Sharing a horse with a man she had only met a quarter of an hour before, she genuinely didn't see the issue as a problem, completely absorbed in fixing her hair. She held him tightly in her sleep, and upon waking, besides feeling embarrassed, she didn't feel any anger or annoyance at being taken advantage of. She tried to speak in the reserved, scholarly manner, but once her guard was down, she would nag him as if they had been in a long-distance relationship.
In short, her inner self is exactly what he likes most. She is simply a girl who exists to seduce him.
Jiang Yan listened patiently, and by the end, he understood Chen Zixi's feelings.
——Even though they have never had any interaction, the two of them can get along comfortably together as if they were close friends who have known each other for many years. Such a girl is really rare.
No wonder Chen Zixi can't forget it.
After sending Tian Bu Shou away, Chen Zixi looked at him with a smile: "Jiang Yan, I should go now. I want to go back to see her."
Jiang Yan nodded and was about to say something when he heard Chen Zixi continue, "If everything goes well, maybe I'll marry her before the New Year."
Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment, then looked helplessly at the baby in the cradle next to him: "I can't go and congratulate him on the spot."
Chen Zixi didn't care: "Why are we still talking about this? When the situation stabilizes, I'll bring her to visit."
In fact, the "minor injury" Chen Zixi had been emphasizing was actually a dangerously serious injury. According to Tian Bushou, if it had been a few inches deeper, it would have damaged his collarbone, which would have affected his power for the rest of his life, making him unable to lift heavy objects, let alone fight.
So when you first saw that deep and long scar, you cried for a long time out of heartache.
Chen Zixi had no choice but to hug you and comfort you: "Don't cry, your crying breaks my heart... To be honest, seeing you cry now hurts me more than ever before."
You looked at him with tears in your eyes: "Since we were not husband and wife at that time, I will forgive you for now. If you tell me the good news but not the bad news again, you will sleep in the study."
"I shall obey my madam's orders." Chen Zixi smiled and gently kissed away your tears.
"Do you want to go to Buxianxian with me?" Chen Zixi asked you when you were combing your hair in front of the mirror.
This place name is so familiar to you that your eyes light up. “Is this where your close friend who was seriously injured because of him is?”
"Why do your words sound sour?" Chen Zixi joked.
You nodded seriously, "His name is Jiang Yan, right? If I hadn't married you, I would have thought you liked Jiang Yan."
Chen Zixi was at a loss for words: "Don't overthink it. I won't be worried about Jiang Yan."
You curled your lips and complained, "But you would travel thousands of miles and stay awake day and night just for Jiang Yan."
Chen Zixi: ...
You thought about it and added, "Maybe you and Jiang Yan still share the same bed, go in and out together, eat and drink together?"
Chen Zixi held his forehead and interrupted you: "Stop talking... If you keep talking, I'll really think that I like Jiang Yan."
"Really?" You were in high spirits, acting like a rare character, staring at him eagerly. "If you like Jiang Yan, just go find him. I like you, so I have no regrets waiting here for you. As long as you look back, I'll be here."
Chen Zixi was amused by you and hugged you helplessly: "You really know how to control me. With a sweetheart like you, I won't go to Jiang Yan."
Regardless of what you say or do, you are also very curious about the current situation of Jiang Yan and the young master, so you follow Chen Zixi and take a boat to Shenxian Ferry and then to Buxianxian.
When he arrived at Zhu Yinju, he didn't see Jiang Yan. He only saw a little man waving a wooden sword. He looked about five or six years old.
Chen Zixi brought you and landed in front of him, smiling at him: "Kid, isn't Jiang Wulang at home?"
"Who are you?" the little boy frowned. "Uncle Jiang doesn't allow me to talk to strangers."
You've never seen such a young master before. He looks cute and clever, and you're attracted to him. "We're good friends of your Uncle Jiang. He's Chen Zixi. Has your Uncle Jiang mentioned him?"
The little boy pondered for a moment, then nodded hesitantly, "I think... I did." He looked at Chen Zixi, his eyes suddenly lighting up, "Uncle, are you also a hero? Can you teach me some sword techniques?"
"Unnamed Sword Technique? Easy." Chen Zixi pressed your lower back, motioning for you to wait while he unfolded his folding fan. "Come on, use your sword skills against me. Let me see the skill of Jiang Wulang's only disciple."
It was simply a joke for a five or six-year-old young master to deal with Yushan Jun, who was 24 years old and in his prime.
Before you could even see Chen Zixi's movements, he smacked the boy right in the forehead with a loud bang. The sound was so sharp it hurt.
Next, in just three minutes, the young master received no less than eight blows to the head. In the end, a red finger mark appeared in the middle of his fair forehead.
"Ah——" The child finally gave up, sat down on the ground and started crying. "Ahhh, you bully me——"
Chen Zixi folded his folding fan and looked at you hesitantly. You and he already had a tacit understanding, and you knew he was asking you: How do you comfort a crying child?
You walked over resignedly, took out a handkerchief to wipe his tears, and at the same time reached out to Yushanjun's waist, fumbled around twice and took out a bag of pine nut candies: "Don't cry, sweetie, Uncle Chen was just teasing you. Here, I'll give you some candy. I bought it with Uncle Chen's money."
The little boy stopped crying. He took the bag of pine nut candies and ate one. Then he looked at you with tears in his eyes: "Sister, you are so beautiful and gentle."
You felt a little embarrassed when you heard Chen Zixi mutter in disbelief not far away: "Call me uncle and call you sister? Am I that old?"
You tried to hold back your laughter and tease him a few more times, but then you heard the little boy ask again, "Sister, can you wait until I grow up to marry you? I'll definitely treat you better than Uncle Chen did!"
Chen Zixi:?
When Jiang Yan returned, he found his son had stopped practicing swordplay and was sitting at the table, eating pine nut candy. A young woman he hadn't seen before, dressed in a Southern Tang-style green lotus-patterned dress—presumably Chen Zixi's wife—was chatting with the child, smiling.
Chen Zixi stood under the tree with his arms folded, looking unhappy. Seeing Jiang Yan, he fanned himself and raised his lips, "Jiang Yan, you're just in time! I caught your kid slacking off on sword practice."
Jiang Yan nodded and said to the stunned little boy, "Practice for an extra moment."
Young Master: ???
The little boy was horrified and collapsed, yelling, "Uncle Chen, that's not what you said just now! You told me to take a break!"
Jiang Yan looked at him and said, "Have you learned to shirk responsibility? Come and practice more. I'll personally supervise you."
Looking at Chen Zixi's sly smile, you realize that Chen Zixi can also be sentimental and jealous of children... and he's quite cute.
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