Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

During this sleep, Lin Jiu had nightmares one after another.

Sometimes he dreamed that Wencai turned into a zombie, and sometimes he dreamed that Qiu Sheng was sucked dry. He stood in front of two small graves, scattering yellow paper and sighing to the sky.

It was as if a nightmare was dragging him away from waking up. His eyeballs rolled rapidly under his eyelids, and a layer of fine sweat began to seep out of his forehead. His hands, which were placed outside the quilt, suddenly clenched into fists and even trembled slightly.

Suddenly, the thin layer of sweat on the forehead was wiped away lightly by two fingers wrapped in a handkerchief.

She wiped the sweat off his face again and again, and stroked his temples from time to time as if to comfort him.

who is it……

wrong!

Someone entered his room!

As soon as this thought popped into his mind, Lin Jiu suddenly grabbed the hand that was hanging on his forehead before he even opened his eyes.

The touch...soft and delicate.

It’s not Qiu Sheng…it’s…a woman!

woman? !

Lin Jiu's whole body trembled, and he suddenly opened his eyes wide. Before he regained consciousness, he saw Jingzhi sitting at the head of his bed. He subconsciously shook off her hand, kicked his legs quickly, and moved to the innermost side of the bed.

"How did you get in?"

Jingzhi felt a little hurt by his rejection. She lowered her eyes and stood up gently.

Her right hand gently grasped his left wrist, which still held his warmth, as if she was reluctant to let that warmth dissipate. She held it tighter and tighter, but her tone was very calm. She raised her chin towards the slightly open window opposite his bed and said:

"Your window was open, and I heard you calling Qiu Sheng... so I came in to check... Wipe off your sweat, and come out for dinner."

After saying that, seeing him clutching the quilt tightly, looking frightened, Jingzhi pursed her lips, gently placed the slightly damp handkerchief in her hand on his pillow, and turned and left without saying another word.

It was not until she stepped out of the door and disappeared from his sight that Lin Jiu let out the breath he had been holding. His wide-open eyes slowly moved down to look at the blue and white plaid handkerchief on his pillow.

This handkerchief...is the same as his.

Lin Jiu's mind seemed to have been wiped clean of all rationality by the handkerchief, and it instantly became blank. He stared at the handkerchief for a long time, until Qiu Sheng poked his head in from the window and called him. He then woke up as if from a dream, quickly grabbed the handkerchief and stuffed it under his pillow, then deliberately cleared his throat and said:

"Got it, come right away."

……

When Lin Jiu put on his clothes and walked to the pavilion in the front yard, he found that the three people sitting in a row were looking up at him.

Lin Jiu straightened his hem and then lowered his head to check his clothes. Seeing that they were still looking, Lin Jiu couldn't help but ask:

"Why are you looking at me?"

Wencai pointed at his neck and said:

"Master, aren't you hot? You never button the top two buttons."

Lin Jiu did not answer. He subconsciously looked at Jingzhi who was sitting on the side, but found that she had already lowered her head, holding the bowl, and was eating the rice in the bowl bite by bite.

For some reason, wearing his own clothes and buttoning his own buttons were things he could decide for himself, but he inexplicably felt an inappropriate sense of guilt towards her. However, after thinking about it carefully, he felt that he had done nothing wrong.

So he widened his eyes, pushed back Wencai's naked gaze, said lightly, "Let's eat", and sat down opposite Jingzhi.

The table was very long. Lin Jiu and Jingzhi sat at each end, and there was still room for Wencai, Qiu Sheng, and Tingting to sit on the side, which showed how far apart the two of them were.

She kept her promise and stayed away from him.

Then why just now...

Forget it.

Lin Jiu lowered his gaze and found a bowl of dry rice and a bowl of clear soup in front of him. The faint white smoke floating on the surface of the bowl indicated that the soup and the rice were still warm.

The soup spoon and chopsticks next to the bowl were placed neatly, just where he needed them.

Lin Jiu was stunned for a moment, then he closed his mouth, took a spoonful of soup and drank it.

Just after taking a sip, he was really worried about his apprentice's injury. He put aside the emotions that were "miscellaneous thoughts" to him, looked up at Wencai, and saw that he was drinking glutinous rice porridge obediently.

As Lin Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, the "random thoughts" that had just been dismissed from his mind returned and even became stronger.

He didn't know why, but the way she cared about his apprentice and treated him with such care, made him feel awkward the moment he thought about it. He felt like this kindness came out of nowhere, and he couldn't quite accept it. Or maybe he was just... subconsciously pushing it away...

Seeing that the two of them were eating in silence, without saying a word, Qiu Sheng, who loved the hustle and bustle, curled his lips. He glanced at his master's puzzled expression, gently pushed the dish towards Jingzhi, and said with a smile:

"Hey, you're far away. Don't you like braised pork the most? Eat it quickly."

Jingzhi picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks, smiled at Qiu Sheng, put the meat into her mouth and chewed it gently.

Qiu Sheng already knew what she liked to eat, so what about him...

Did you pay a little more attention to her?

At the dinner table, as soon as she raised her eyelids, Lin Jiu would bury his head in drinking his soup; as soon as she picked up some food, Lin Jiu would retract his hand and pick up the vegetables closest to him.

After a few times, she felt choked up while eating, and the braised pork she was chewing tasted inexplicably bitter.

Why did it become like this again?

Could it be that she is too radical?

It was just to wipe his sweat. If she hadn't heard the panic and sadness in his intermittent nightmare words when he was sleeping just now, she would not have gone in.

……

Qiu Sheng was most afraid of this kind of cold atmosphere. He quickly finished the rice in his bowl, wiped his mouth, and reached around Tingting, who was sitting next to him, and patted the back of Wencai's head, who was a seat away from him, and said in a high and teasing voice:

"How are you? Are you okay?"

Wencai was slapped so hard that his face almost buried in the hot porridge. He put down the bowl, looked at his senior brother who was better than him with a wronged look and said:

"Almost done. Although the wound hurts, Master said that I just need to drink glutinous rice porridge and apply medicine for a few days and it will be healed."

Wencai: He can’t be defeated even if he is beaten…If he hadn’t seen the concern in his senior brother’s eyes, he would have definitely complained to the master.

Qiu Sheng leaned back, stretched his body, and breathed a sigh of relief. He immediately stood up and said to Lin Jiu:

"Master, is there anything else you need to do this afternoon? If not, I have to go back and help my aunt run the store."

Lin Jiu put down his chopsticks, glanced at him unhappily, and said lightly:

"Do you still remember your aunt?"

Qiu Sheng laughed dryly twice and scratched the back of his neck. When his fingers touched the nail marks on the back of his neck, he remembered the ecstasy of last night. With a hint of eagerness in his eyes, he said to Lin Jiu:

"Since Wencai is fine, I'll go back first and come back tomorrow!"

Lin Jiu raised his finger to look at his nails, blew on them, and said nonchalantly:

"...let's go."

Seeing that he agreed, Qiu Sheng's eyes lit up. He picked up the coat on the back of the chair and threw it onto his bicycle from a distance. He walked over quickly and walked out of the yard with the bicycle in his hand.

Jingzhi couldn't sit still any longer. She put down her bowl and chopsticks, suppressed her "random thoughts" about him, which was an extremely important emotion to her. She frowned and looked at Lin Jiu opposite her, lowering her voice and saying:

"You just let him go? That woman—"

Lin Jiu raised his hand to stop him. He moved his ears and waited until he heard the sound of wheels going away. Then he rushed into the house and took the Taoist robe and peach wood sword.

Jingzhi followed closely behind, "Do you want me to go with you?"

Lin Jiu walked out of the front hall quickly, looked at Wencai, whose face had regained color, and Tingting, who was serving porridge to Wencai. After thinking for a moment, he nodded and said:

"Row."

He shouted to Tingting, "Keep an eye on Wencai!" and after receiving her reply, he and Jingzhi rushed out of the courtyard and followed Qiu Sheng's wheel tracks...

Looking at the rear of the car going away, Jingzhi was speechless. Let him worry about it, because he couldn't catch up this time.

She sighed and said softly and with a little distance in her voice:

"Uncle Jiu, please forgive my offense."

Before Lin Jiu could react to what she meant, he suddenly felt a tightness around his waist, and he was carried by her and slowly flew up...