What to do if you are chased by old attackers every day [Quick Transmigration]

The grandfather looked into Shu Xingmi's eyes, as if guessing his intentions.

"Have you fought against him?" Grandfather's voice was very soft, and the summer wind mixed with the fragrance of crape myrtle flowers blew gently, coating his voice with a layer of mystery.

"Yes," Shu Xingmi replied truthfully, "His skill is very steady."

"You are very accurate." Grandpa nodded slowly, "His physical skills are actually not top-notch. Looking at the whole world, he is only above average. In terms of quickness and dexterity, he is not as good as you, but the most powerful thing in him The most commendable thing is that he is stable, even when he is exhausted, he can still maintain his perseverance and will not be easily defeated. For this alone, not many people in the world can do it, even me and Caiqiu Even the dignified master can’t do it.”

Shu Xingmi has a deep understanding of this. When he fought Han Xi for the first time, he had the initiative and advantage. But when the two were exhausted physically and mentally, he felt extremely weak when he fought Han Xi again. It seems that it will never be exhausted, and the internal energy is also flowing continuously. If it is not for Han Xi's mercy, Shu Xingmi would have died ten times already.

"I see."

"Why do you want to know his origin?"

"He treated me very well." When Shu Xingmi talked about Han Xi, a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his lips: "I am very curious about his life experience."

"Oh?" Grandpa smiled with interest, fine wrinkles formed at the corners of his eyes and lips: "He treats you well, maybe for other reasons, how can there be so many pure feelings in this world, you don't want to Bewitched by him."

The grandfather couldn't help complaining in his heart, the fifth master of Caiqiu Hall is really, he didn't know what ecstasy soup he poured into his little apprentice, he raised his voice and warned: "Knowing too much is not a good thing for you, especially ...Other people's past will sometimes cause you to be killed."

Shu Xingmi squatted down gently, put his hands on his grandfather's knees, and blinked obediently: "Grandfather, I won't say anything."

"..." Grandpa couldn't stand someone acting like a baby to him the most: "I don't know about it, you can go back and rest."

"Grandpa's hands and eyes are open to the sky, there is no one who doesn't know about the people and events in the city." Shu Xingmi lowered his head and rested his chin on the back of his hand.

The grandfather was so entangled by Shu Xingmi that he bent down and looked into Shu Xingmi's eyes, and said, "Didn't you say that he treats you well? If he really treats you well, he will naturally be willing to open his heart to you and put his Life experience tells you, it's just... you guys are not on the same path, so you should avoid dealing with him in the future, you know?"

"...I know." Shu Xingmi lowered his head and blinked, his eyelashes fluttering.

Of course I didn't listen in my heart.

The grandfather sighed, and reached out to stroke Shu Xingmi's head.

It may be rare for the little apprentice to meet a friend who wants to get along well.

Although it was a little cruel, the grandfather still didn't want the apprentice to have more contact with the people in Caiqiu Hall.

He always feels that people who can enter the Caiqiu Hall are not good people. Those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black. If they have been soaking in ink tanks for a long time, how can their hearts be clean?It's better to stay away.

After taking a bath, Shu Xingmi lay on the bed, fell asleep after touching the pillow.

He slept for more than ten hours, and when he woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

The warm sunlight almost burned the window paper, Shu Xingmi was sweating all over, his whole body was sticky and greasy, his underwear was soaked through, and he had a headache when he woke up.

"Senior brother, are you awake? Grandfather said that the kitchen has left you a meal, including fried lotus root slices and wax gourd pork rib soup." The junior brother heard the movement in the room, lifted the curtain and said while eating with his fingers.

"Ah, okay, I see." Shu Xingmi smiled in a daze.

The little junior turned around to leave, but suddenly grabbed the door curtain, blinked his big eyes, and asked, "By the way, senior brother, when you were sleeping just now, you called Hanxi several times. Who is Hanxi? Our Shichun Pavilion seems to be no such person."

When Shu Xingmi heard this name from his junior brother's drooling mouth, not only did his heart skip a beat, but he lost all sleep in an instant: "Is there? No, you must have heard it wrong."

"Maybe, hehe." The junior brother ran to the backyard to play.

Shu Xingmi stroked his hair and sat on the bed in a daze.

Last night he did dream about Han Xi, he dreamed that he was still sleeping with Han Xi, and when he woke up, he was the only one in the room.

When he lived with Han Xi before, he couldn't sleep, and he was always afraid that Han Xi would kill him while he was asleep, but now that he was back in a safe place, he slept soundly, but he was lonely.

Obviously this is the place I am most familiar with, but after going out for a while and then coming back, there is an inexplicable sense of strangeness.

Even though the doors, windows, bed, and tables are all in their proper places, I always feel that something is missing, and there is a piece of emptiness in my heart.

I don't know where Han Xi is at this time, what is he doing?

Han Xi was lying on the bed at the moment, recuperating from his wounds and doing embroidery.

It sounds a bit abstract, can you still embroider when your right arm is injured?In fact, he is holding the embroidery support with his right hand and embroidering with his left hand.

What are you embroidering?

The five killer brothers from Caiqiu Hall came in to see it. The fifth master was embroidering landscape pictures, green mountains and white clouds, flying geese in clear streams, and orchids in shallow streams, which could not be more bland.

"Well, Wu Ye, Wu Zhu is still missing now. Although Wu Ye is injured, but...you see..." A killer pointed carefully, afraid that he would be too happy to forget the mission.

"I know where he is." Han Xi stopped his fingers and looked at the killer: "He has returned to Shichun Pavilion now, that's not a place for you and me to go, looking for trouble on other people's territory, I'm afraid I'm tired of work ?”

"Then according to Fifth Master's meaning...?"

"He won't come out easily." Han Xi continued to thread the needle, calmly said: "We need to wait for the opportunity to lure him out."

This is absurd.

"Timing" is really one of the most mysterious things in the world. Whether it comes or not depends entirely on destiny, and sometimes it all depends on a person's mouth. When Han Xi said it was coming, it came, and Han Xi said it did not come , Several little killers did not dare to act rashly.

After dispatching a few little killers, Han Xi continued to embroider. He embroidered two small figures by the stream, with their bodies overlapping and naked. It was the joy of walking in the clouds and rains in Wushan.

This Longyang Chun| Palace is embroidered with him and Shu Xingmi.

Since Shu Xingmi was no longer by his side, he missed him very much. He lost someone to play chess with, chat with, drink with, and make love with.

Fortunately, Qixi Festival is not far away.

At Youshi on the day of Qixi Festival, Han Xi went to Mengdie Tea House as promised and booked a private room.

Han Xi took out the portrait she embroidered and showed it to the waiter in the shop: "If you see this man, please invite him to my room."

"Hey, okay, don't worry, guest officer!"

Han Xi's embroidery was very similar and vivid, as soon as Shu Xingmi entered the teahouse, the waiter immediately recognized him and led him to the private room on the second floor.

The two met again and smiled at each other.

Han Xi's hair was tied with the hairband that Shu Xingmi gave him when he was parting.

"How are you doing lately?" Shu Xingmi sat on the futon, Han Xi started to make tea for him, the one he brewed was Yinbai Yin Cui Bi Luo Chun.

"That's it." Han Xi took the teacup and put it in front of Shu Xingmi: "What about you? Are you okay after returning to the Spring Pavilion?"

Shu Xingmi's heart warmed up: "Okay, at least I can fall asleep every night."

"Oh," Han Xi nodded and smiled, his tone casual, neither salty nor dull: "Miss me?"

"..." Shu Xingmi's cheeks were smoked by the rising milky white water vapor, and they turned red again.

"Looks like I'm thinking about it." Han Xi brewed a pot of tea and poured a cup for Shu Xingmi by pressing the lid of the pot: "Be careful it's hot."

"What about you?" Shu Xingmi held the teacup, the temperature of the cup wall and the temperature of the heart gradually matched.

"Me what?" Han Xi knew what Shu Xingmi was asking, but he just wanted to hear him say it himself, so he looked at Shu Xingmi without blinking.

"The tea is good." Shu Xingmi knew what Han Xi wanted to hear, so he deliberately didn't say anything. He lowered his head and tasted the tea. square things.

"I miss you." Han Xi said frankly: "Every day before going to bed, and after waking up in the morning, I miss you very much. Do you think people are cheap? When you are here, I always think that if you are not here I can sleep well, but you really left, and I didn't sleep well."

"It's all my fault." Shu Xingmi sipped his tea, feeling like there was a rattle in his heart.

Boom, boom, boom... knock on my heart.

"Isn't it? It's all your fault." Han Xi stretched out his hand and flicked Shu Xingmi's forehead with his index finger. He suddenly thought of something: "It's really strange today. You actually drank the tea I made. Don't you die and don't drink my things? When we first met, it took a long time to drink porridge, why are you so refreshed today?"

"If you wanted to kill me that day, I wouldn't be able to survive until now. Since you didn't do anything then, I naturally no longer have any doubts."

"What if I go back on my word today? Are you really not afraid of me being poisoned?" Han Xi felt incredible: "And I haven't drunk it before, so you dare to drink it directly..."

"In our line of business, it's hard to trust people." Shu Xingmi lowered his head slightly, looking at the tea as clear as a mirror, and his heart suddenly calmed down: "But if I identify someone, I will give all my trust to him." Give him. You spared my life that day. I know that this is a difficult choice for a killer. I know the consequences of mission failure. You let me go at such a risk. If I doubt you again, how can I Didn’t I fail you? Even if you really poisoned the tea, I would just give you my life back. I asked you to meet today, but I actually wanted to say that I have you in my heart. If you don’t give up, I will I wish to retire with you to the rivers and lakes, and never leave the white head."

As he spoke, he also poured a cup of tea for Han Xi, raised his eyes and asked, "Would you like it?"