Banxi Yaoguang

"Get out! No matter what method you use, you have until tomorrow to get Jin Guangshan back for me, get out—"

Accompanied by sharp curses, an exquisite ceramic teacup slammed hard on Jin Guangyao's forehead, and the black gauze cap was thrown to one side, and bright red blood flowed down the corner of his forehead, dripping onto the peony flower in Jin Xingxuelang's robe. There is a trace of cruelty on the petals, but no mercy.Jin Guangyao didn't dare to cover the wound with his hand, so he could only let the blood drop, got up from the ground, and retreated tremblingly.The moment he left Madam Jin's sight, Jin Guangyao changed his cowardly look and immediately returned to normal, as if the wound on his forehead was not his own.

He went back to his room expressionlessly, intending to treat the wound, and then resigned to his fate to find Jin Guangshan, but on this day, for some reason, Jin Guangyao, who had stepped into the threshold, felt a strong sense of powerlessness, and he couldn't help it for a while. Bracing himself, he fell to the ground, his hat rolling off the side.Finally moved a few steps, sat down against the wall, curled up his legs, and buried his head in the crook of his arms, Jin Guangyao suddenly thought, if it can end here, it would be better than living in such a miserable world. a beast.In the dimly lit room, everything around him weighed him down.

At this moment, the door quietly opened a small crack, a beautiful little head and a fluffy dog's head poked in from outside, the child rolled his eyes and found Jin Guangyao. ——It was Jin Ling, he tiptoed in with the puppy in his arms, turned around and closed the door gently, and came to Jin Guangyao's side.

"Oh, little uncle, why is your forehead hurt? Let me bandage it up for you. Where are your medicines?" Jin Ling noticed that Jin Guangyao had a bloody wound on his forehead, so he took the fairy Put it on the ground, and carefully wanted to come up and check it.

Jin Guangyao raised his eyes to look at Jin Ling, thinking that the child was probably grateful to him for comforting him last time and giving him a dog, and now he wanted to return it, so he pointed to a cabinet and signaled Jin Ling to get it for himself.

Jin Ling came over with gauze and sore medicine, rolled up a small piece of gauze, and gently wiped the blood on Jin Guangyao's forehead like a kitten, his fingers still trembling slightly.Jin Guangyao closed his eyes expressionlessly, his heart was slightly astringent, and he felt a little mocking: he was just habitually showing favors everywhere, and the death of the child's father could be said to be beneficial to him, but now the child really took himself for granted. Little uncle, this is probably the innocence of children, right?But when I was so old, I had already suffered from the warmth and coldness of human feelings, so how could I have any innocence.I thought I had cultivated a hard heart a long time ago, but I was still moved by this insignificant sincerity.If he was more ruthless, this child probably shouldn't have stayed, and if he stayed, he might become his enemy in the future. He was considering whether to keep the other person's life, but now this child is shaking his hands and carefully treating his wound.

Jin Ling took the medicine a little clumsily, and was about to wrap it in gauze when Jin Guangyao stopped him.He also liked his little uncle who was always smiling, so he wondered why he stopped himself from dealing with the wound.

"Thank you, Ah Ling, you treated the wound very well, but the little uncle has some things to do when he goes out, so we don't need gauze, can you help the little uncle pick up the hat over there?" Jin Guang Yao smiled and patted Jin Ling's head.

Jin Ling jolted over to pick up the hat. Jin Guangyao got up from the ground, took the hat and patted it on, and put it on his head again, just enough to cover the wound.

After changing the blood-stained clothes, Jin Guangyao finally opened the door.When the light came in, although the sky was overcast, it was still a bit dazzling, which made him frown.Jin Guangyao never felt that he was someone who should exist in the world, but this time he gave himself another life, and stayed in this place that gave him all the pain and suffering.

As long as he crossed this threshold, he would be greeted with sharp swords all over the floor.But since he survived, he had no choice.

The author has something to say:

It can be regarded as providing a theoretical basis for the "Banxi Yaoguang" series. Why do people like Yaomei still have a little concern for Jin Ling?I just made up a little story hehe.