Your nemesis passed out again

Xun Qin followed the doctor's advice, took Wen Ningshu to the dinner table and took his temperature. The fever did not recur, but his face showed fatigue.

Putting away the thermometer, he hurried into the kitchen to fill up a bowl of porridge and brought it to Wen Ningshu: "Here, drink slowly, be careful not to burn it."

"En." Wen Ningshu nodded, took a sip of the rice grains on the spoon, and looked up at Xun Qin with a look of anticipation.

"I've been a vampire for so many years, but this is the first time I cook human food. The taste may be..."

"It's delicious." Wen Ningshu lowered his eyes and scooped up a mouthful of porridge water into his mouth.

Xun Qin smiled. Wen Ningshu and Xun Qin looked at each other from the first smile after the quarrel with Sen Da just now, pinched the spoon in his hand with two fingers, and gently rubbed the round mouth at the top with his thumb.

"Can you tell me about you? The vampire I saw in the hospital last time didn't have blue eyes, and your facial features don't look like mixed blood." Wen Ning said, as a blood hunter, he understands the daily life of vampires. There is no fixed eye color in life, this question has been held back for a long time in the bottom of his heart, he asked abruptly, and he was not sure if he could get the answer.

Xun Qin looked at Wen Ningshu and suddenly smiled, leaned back and relaxed on the back of the chair, the atmosphere of silence lasted for more than a minute, Wen Ningshu lowered his head and held the spoon in his hand to stir the viscous soup in the bowl I can't help but feel a little annoyed at myself for asking questions rashly when I know there will be no answers.

"I was born with these eyes..."

Wen Ningshu's hands paused, but he didn't answer, only listening to Xun Qin's eloquence.

He was born in a remote mountain village, because his eyes could vaguely see things that did not belong to the world since he was a child. When he was four years old, the village was plagued by insects. He was tied up on a high mountain as a sacrifice, without water. There was no food to drink, and his biological parents never came to the mountain to see him. When he was dying, if he hadn't just been picked up by a passing stinky Taoist priest, he would have died long ago.

And the Taoist didn't really want to take him in, so he took a fancy to his eyes, thinking in his heart that he would use him to refine his soul.

"I followed that stinky Taoist priest for several years, and it was always bland and tasteless. The only time it was the most sumptuous was that the food was mixed with talisman water and scorpion. He coaxed me to eat it. Fortunately, I was clever enough to find an excuse to eat candied fruit on the street corner to kill him." I spent money, escaped by myself, and have been homeless since then. I lived to the age of 17 by relying on the Taoism I learned from the stinky Taoist priest. Come here, I didn't expect to be infected with tuberculosis." Xun Qin tapped his fingers on the table when he said this.

Wen Ningshu looked at the porridge in front of him, still quietly listening to Xun Qin talking about his past.

At that time, Xun Qin learned that the missionaries of França seemed to be proficient in the art of prolonging life, but those missionaries were going to Tianfu, and they had no more strength under the torture of tuberculosis. Going forward, on the way to Tianfu, a scholar saw that he was weak and took good care of him, paid for medicine for him, and took good care of him all the time.

"At that time, I thanked the scholar from the bottom of my heart, but in a ruined temple near Tianfu, someone told me that if he approached me, he might get tuberculosis. He said he didn't care, but he vowed to help me I found the group of missionaries who went to Tianfu, but after he went to buy medicine that time, he never came back." Xun Qin spoke in a calm voice when talking about all the previous things, but when it came to the scholar, his eyes narrowed slightly, The hands resting on the table slowly gathered into fists.

Wen Ningshu could feel resentment from Xun Qin's eyes.

If you want to say despair, there is nothing like the warm and thick hands stretched out after you have tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, but just when Xun Qin thought he was about to approach the light, he pushed him back into the abyss.

Wen Ningshu pursed his lower lip and watched Xun Qin without speaking until Xun Qin reached out to touch the wall of the bowl and heaved a helpless sigh.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have told you my story. I listened so engrossed that the porridge was cold."

"You will have me in the future." Wen Ning wrote the book on the back of Xun Qin's hand.

Xun Qin smiled indifferently, withdrew his hand, stood up and leaned against the table: "If you want to hear my story, I'll just tell you by the way, there's no need to take it to heart, just treat it as listening to a story." It's a joke, laugh it off."

Seeing that Wen Ningshu didn't respond for a long time, he turned around and put his hands on the table, looked at Wen Ningshu's heavy face and laughed.

"Hey, I've already told you not to take it to heart. The past is over and I don't take it seriously. You don't have to make a gloomy face because of me, or...you've never heard of it." Xun Qin raised his hand and pulled Look at Wen Ningshu's side face: "You look good when you smile, don't frown, it's because the porridge I cook is too unpalatable, and your complexion will turn bad after eating."

Wen Ningshu raised the corners of his lips: "The porridge is cold."

"Oh, seeing that you are a sick patient, I will accommodate you to heat up the porridge again. If you let it cool again, you won't want to eat it."

As he said that, Xun Qin took the bowl in front of Wen Ningshu, turned around and heated porridge on the induction cooker for Wen Ningshu.

In the long years, telling the unbearable past is not like telling my own story, but like telling someone else's story.

The warm porridge was brought to the table again, Xun Qin sat beside him and lowered his head to blow on the steaming porridge, Wen Ningshu chuckled.

"I'm not a child, and I don't need you to serve me so well."

"It's because you are a sick patient that I am so considerate." Xun Qin said, pushing the bowl to Wen Ningshu.

Wen Ningshu lowered his head and drank the porridge. Compared to Xun Qin who didn't care about the past, when he learned about Xun Qin's past, he was like a stone weighing heavily on his chest. With his temper, he couldn't change the topic as if nothing had happened.

"What did you see in the Yang's villa last night with the resentful spirit?"

"Ah?" Wen Ningshu was holding the spoon, just now he was in a daze, he didn't hear what Xun Qin said clearly, when he raised his head to meet Xun Qin's eyes, his eyes were confused.

"I'm going to live broadcast the case of Yang's villa tonight. At that time, you said it was a homicide in front of so many netizens. If you want to protect them from lying to me, you can explain it to the netizens yourself."

"During the time when I was upper body, I saw a woman in the villa. He dragged the fainted female owner to the lobby on the first floor, and there was another voice, which was a bit like a male voice. I guess the murder case of Yang's villa for the time being. There should be two murderers, a man and a woman, and then the woman went up to talk to the little girl, and the little girl was not wary of her, maybe she knew this woman."

"Besides these, have you seen the murderer's face clearly?"

Wen Ningshu shook his head, stirring the spoon in the porridge water: "However, the incident in the Yang family's villa is such a big mess. If the murderer is still alive, he will definitely follow your live broadcast. As long as you tell these details, the panic-stricken people will hide it." Can't hold back the fox's tail."

The author has something to say: França and Tianfu [Ying Tianfu] were the names of France and Kyoto in the Ming Dynasty, but the background is still empty!

Before turning off the computer yesterday, I vaguely realized that I forgot something, so I made up for it silently this morning.

Thanks to Qingze Yige for throwing a landmine Animetic for throwing a landmine for feeding and refill, thank you