A car accident, our family of three crossed

Just when he was about to go back to the house to rest, he saw Yangyang coming out of the study dragging a long sword, breathing heavily, and it was obvious that he was very tired.

"Yangyang, what are you doing?" Song Ning walked over quickly.

"Mother, ha... Uncle said that if I can pull it out... he will give the sword to me..." Yangyang said intermittently while panting.

"No!" Song Ning took the sword. It was heavier than she had imagined and it was a bit difficult to lift it with one hand. She handed the sword to Chu Yi, who had been following Yang Yang, and smiled politely.

Then she lowered her head and said to Yangyang, "You are still young, you can't use sharp weapons yet. It will hurt you. If you like, I will ask Brother Shuisheng to make a wooden sword for you someday, okay?"

"Really? That's great." Yangyang's face brightened instantly.

"Sister-in-law! If the child likes it, just leave it to him. He can use it when he grows up." Chu Rui voiced out in the study.

Upon hearing this, Yang Yang looked at Song Ning expectantly. Although he also liked wooden swords, he liked real swords more.

Song Ning looked into the room. The light was dim inside and she couldn't see the other person's expression. She nodded at him.

"The child is ignorant, please don't spoil him." She took Yangyang to wash his hands, "Let's go wash our hands and get ready for dinner."

Chu Rui looked at their backs as they walked away and couldn't help but smile bitterly. He could clearly feel that after what happened last night, the other party seemed much more distant.

When Chu Yi went to the kitchen to get lunch, Chu Shisan was like a squirrel stealing food, with his cheeks puffed up, hiding in the corner to reduce his presence.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, holding his lunch, and paused before stepping out of the door. He turned around and said, "Xiao Liu, let Thirteen wash all the pots and pans today. You watch him wash them."

Hang Shuheng followed closely and said, "After washing the dishes, remember to chop the remaining firewood."

Chu Shisan turned around with a confused look on his face and puffed out his cheeks. He only had time to see the backs of the two people walking out one after the other. He then looked at the people who were watching the fun on the side.

Chu Liu spread his hands and said, "I'm sorry, brother. I'm just following orders."

So, when Song Ning came out with his bowl and chopsticks after dinner, he saw a young man busy washing a pile of pots and pans.

"Little brother, why are you washing the dishes? Let me do it."

"No, sister-in-law. I'm being punished for being greedy." Chu Shisan smiled innocently and pointed at Chu Liu who was chewing a grass root under the eaves over there. "Look, my brother is watching me! If I dare to be lazy and slack off, I'll be punished more severely later."

He paused, saw Song Ning holding the dishes, and said, "Sister-in-law, put the dishes down and I'll wash them." As he spoke, he raised his hand to take them.

"No, I can wash it myself." Song Ning quickly moved her hand away. She couldn't let the guests wash the dishes for her.

Chu Shisan did not force it and changed the subject: "Sister-in-law, the dishes you cook are so delicious, even better than those made by the chef at Juweilou in Beijing."

"These are just some home-cooked dishes. How can I compare them with the chefs in the restaurant?"

"What I said is real."

Song Ning felt a little embarrassed by the flattery and didn't know how to respond, so Hang Shuheng came out with Yang Yang.

When Chu Shisan saw Hang Shuheng, he shut up and washed the dishes quietly.

Hang Shuheng glanced at him vaguely, then took the dishes from Song Ning and said, "Take the child to the bathtub. Wait for me to wash the dishes and then get some water to clean them."

"it is good."

Yangyang was so excited that he surrounded the tub that was almost taller than him, clapping his hands and cheering: "Wow! What a big tub! I want to swim in it."

At the child's urging, the bathtub was cleaned quickly.

Chu Shisan, who had just finished washing the dishes, had no time to spare before he was ordered to fetch bucket after bucket of water before he filled the bathtub.

Yangyang couldn't wait to take off all his clothes until he was left with only a pair of shorts, and with the help of Hang Shuheng, he plopped in.

He held the edge of the bathtub with both hands and kicked the water with his little feet, splashing a lot of water.

Chu Liu and Chu Shisan, two onlookers who were watching the incident curiously, were not spared and were splashed with water.

Chu Shisan jumped to the side, only to feel something under his feet, which hurt his foot. He moved his foot away and looked down.

"Huh? What is this?" He picked it up and saw that it was a pure white jade pendant. Although the jade was flawless, the carvings on it were so funny that it made people laugh.

"What is this? Is this a bird or a chicken? Hahaha..."

Chu Shisan laughed for a while, then found that the surroundings had become quiet with embarrassment, "No, it's not funny?"

Yang Yang looked down at his chest, and sure enough, his jade was gone, so he held out his hand: "That's mine."

Chu Shisan hesitantly returned the jade pendant to the little hand, and held it in his hand as if it were a treasure.

Hang Shuheng simply tied a slipknot and hung it back on his chest. He held the jade pendant in his hand and muttered, "What a cute little fat bird!"

"Fat little bird? Hahaha... Fat little bird..."

This description seemed to hit Chu Shisan's funny bone, and he burst into laughter.

"Chu Yi, what is that Thirteenth kid laughing at?"

Chu Rui lay on the kang for several days, feeling somewhat envious of the laughter and joy outside. If his injuries had not worsened and it had not been inconvenient for him to get up, he really wanted to go out and take a look.

Chu Yi closed the window, walked back and helped him lie down.

"It seems to be a jade pendant worn by Yangyang, on which is carved something that makes him laugh. I heard them talking about a fat little bird." After he finished speaking, Chu Yi couldn't help but laugh.

"Really?" Chu Rui thought for a moment and sighed, "I really want to see what that fat little bird looks like."

"If the master wants to see it, he can borrow it from the child."

"Let's talk about it later!"

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes. Chu Yi covered him with a blanket and went out quietly.

As soon as Chu Yi closed the door, Chu Rui opened his eyes. His eyes were deep and empty, as if he was lost in some memories.

That night, Chu Rui had a nightmare without any warning, and Chu Yi shouted for a long time before waking him up.

"Chu Yi, help me up." He said after steadying his breathing.

Chu Yi helped him up as he was told, put a thick quilt behind his back, then turned around and poured him a glass of water. He drank half of the glass of water from Chu Yi's hand and waved his hand.

"Master, you haven't had a nightmare for many years. Why would you have a nightmare tonight..." Chu Yi was a little worried.

"Yes!" Chu Rui said faintly: "It's been many years..."

After a long silence.

"Chu Yi, how many years have you been with me?"

"I was selected into the Chu Guards when I was six years old, and have been with my master since I was eight. It has been twenty years now." Chu Yi hesitated for a moment, and then said, "At that time, my master was often tormented by nightmares..."

Chu Yi was a mature young man at that time. When he was brought to Chu Rui for the first time and told that this was his master.

He could not imagine what kind of experience a young master from such a wealthy family could have had that could make him unable to sleep or eat, tormented by nightmares every night, and so thin that he looked like a ghost.

This reminded him of his younger brother who died young, and the scene of him dying of hunger, and he felt heartbroken.

It was not until later that he learned the other party's true identity and knew about the big event.

"Twenty years..."

Chu Rui sighed softly, chewing on these words over and over in his mouth, his eyes flickering, as if he saw distant memories through the thick night.