tired spring return

When you meet the king this year, you will see more sincerity.

--Yuan Dynasty Zhang Zhihan's "Butterfly Loves Flowers: The Past and the Future"

Hearing that Cheng Xiaojiu woke up, Chen Nian'an was happy, but fell into anxiety.He has been paying attention to the situation in the drinking room, looking for an opportunity to talk to him alone, but he is not sure what the child's attitude will be when he faces him again.

A whole night passed, and the distraught young man with a broken heart is still vivid in his memory.Too strong a sense of brokenness, laid out in the bloody background, made him feel like a knife cut his heart, and made him even more afraid.I'm afraid that a little carelessness, a little recklessness, will hurt the fragile young man who just woke up again.

However, the more he learned from the two elder brothers, the more he felt that Cheng Xiaojiu's sudden collapse that day had nothing to do with him, and it was his responsibility to try to help him cheer up.

In this room, Feng Chun has been planning to prepare a table of good meals for everyone with his own hands.In addition, he promised Ren Yifeng again, and he felt more and more careless.So after calming down Cheng Xiaojiu and watching him fall asleep with his own eyes, he went into the kitchen early to start preparations.

Someone in the kitchen has already taken the lead.

Pei Minzhi stood tall and tall in front of the cutting board, skillfully handling various ingredients.

"Young master, why are you here?"

Feng Chun walked over quickly, staring intently at the young master washing his hands and making soup.With clear eyes, people couldn't tell whether it was joy or surprise that flickered inside for a long time.

Pei Minzhi looked down at the stains on his hands, resisted the idea of ​​hugging him, but moved his cheek closer to Feng Chun's.Cool and soft, intimate and natural, it is a different kind of tenderness.

After a while, seeing Feng Chun still opened his eyes slightly in surprise, Pei Minzhi kept moving his hands, and asked with a smile:

"Why, aren't you used to seeing me busy in the kitchen?"

Feng Chun thought for a moment before nodding, looking extremely cautious.

"Then you have to get used to it. In the future, live at home, this place will be my territory."

"When did the young master learn to cook? I didn't even know that the young master could do this. In the past, Xie Bo and his old man took care of three meals a day..."

The name Xie Bo has always been a thorn in Feng Chun's heart, and today he blurted it out inadvertently. The pain came long ago, but it still pierces his heart.

"Master, I'm sorry, I..."

Pei Minzhi's slightly sharp eyebrows softened into soft arcs, he sighed, put down the ingredients in his hands, and said seriously to Feng Chun:

"Xiao Chun'er, I've said it many times. Remember, what happened to Xie Bo is not your fault. I don't blame you, and Xie Bo won't blame you.

If you still have regrets in your heart, wait until tomorrow, no, the day after tomorrow, when the matter is over the day after tomorrow, I will take you to see him, okay?

If you say what you're holding back in your heart face to face, you won't feel sad. "

"Alright, it's time to visit the old man's house. It's not too late to go after the young master finishes his work."

After returning home, Pei Minzhi seemed to be busy with a lot of things. Feng Chun suddenly thought of what they went out this morning, and he hadn't had time to ask about it.

"Young master, is everything going well this morning?"

Pei Minzhi paused, turned around and continued to work by the stove,

"Of course it went smoothly, these little Chun'ers don't have to worry about it."

The small kitchen room was quickly filled with fireworks.

Pei Minzhi was talking all by himself, doing things while talking, doing two things at the same time, but the action of cooking was still not so frantic.

"Little Chun'er, you don't believe that I can cook? I'll show you my cooking skills today. You may not believe it, but that kid, Nian An, grew up eating my cooking. Look at him. How tall and straight. We either ate dry food or went to restaurants along the way, no wonder you don’t know..."

Feng Chun couldn't help but put his face on Pei Minzhi's thin back, listening to his voice, feeling his movements...

The two of them hadn't seen each other for a few hours in the morning, and at this moment they couldn't bear to part at all.

Ren Yifeng was sweating profusely as he danced his sword in the courtyard, and his figure looked a bit lonely in the deserted small courtyard in winter.However, the swordsmanship is elegant and sharp, and the posture is as flexible and vigorous as a dragon swimming through it. Anyone who sees him will praise him for his carefree and unrestrained style.

Chen Nian'an adjusted the brand new robes on her body, and finally knocked on the door of Cheng Xiaojiu's room.

"Have a drink, the soup is ready, I'll bring it over for you."

"Brother Nian'an, come in."

Unexpectedly, there was a quick response from the door.

Chen Nian'an adjusted his breathing.Just now, because he was worried that Cheng Xiaojiu would refuse, he finally exhaled the breath he had been holding on to, but the tightly gripped emotion in his heart tightened a bit.Between this loosening and tightening, the hands and feet that entered the door were all floating.

Cheng Xiaojiu was supporting himself, sitting up from the bed, with some difficulty in his movements.Chen Nian'an couldn't help but stepped forward to give him a hand.A fleeting touch made him clearly feel the tension of the young man.

Chen Nian'an quickly released him,

"Sorry, if you feel uncomfortable, I will definitely pay attention in the future."

Cheng Xiaozhuo shook his head, his face looked sick, his eyes were also deliberately avoiding, but he was surprisingly easy to talk.

"It's okay, it's my own problem..."

Cheng Xiaozhuo raised his head and drank the medicine.

Chen Nian'an walked up to him and took the bowl in his hand.Seeing as Xiaojiu sitting there stiffly impatiently, he held back and didn't walk away immediately, standing beside him without moving.

Cheng Xiaozhuo's gaze inevitably fell on Chen Nian'an's dark blue winter coat.His skin was not very fair, he was tall and thin, and he looked quite masculine, but he had a quiet and bookish air about him.The combination of two very different temperaments does not seem to be against him, but it makes people feel simple, benevolent and righteous, and can't help but want to get close to him.

"Brother Nian'an, this dress looks good on you."

He struggled to find a topic and tried to break the silence.

"Oh, this one? I heard that you chose this one for me? Thank you for bringing me the presents. I like it very much."

Chen Nian'an's frank and easy-going attitude made Cheng Xiaozhuo raise his eyes and look at his face.

Because of his weakness, Xiao Jiu's eyelids were wrinkled badly, making those dark eyes startlingly large.It is so big that people feel that it is full of frankness and can't hide any secrets.

"I don't have any money, so I can't buy you a gift, but I just helped out with my lips...Brother Nian'an, you are handsome, you probably look good in anything you wear."

Chen Nian'an smiled when he heard the words, and sighed sincerely:

"If you want to say Jun, is this word suitable to describe yourself?"

Unexpectedly, this sincere sentence hit Cheng Xiaojiu's sore spot severely.

"Me? I'm handsome? Oh, you said I'm handsome?!"

Cheng Xiaojiu suddenly stared at him fiercely, his chest heaved violently as if out of control, and his voice was hoarse with pain.

"I'm neither male nor female, haven't you seen it all?! You obviously saw it all, and you endured the nausea in your heart, and then stood here dignifiedly, comforting me, pity me, and sympathize with me?

I do not need!

There are many people who are disgusted by me, and I am not afraid of you being one more! "

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I'm here again, these days should be daily updates, thank you for your support!