shut up, shameless old thief

A Ya said: "I really can't bear it anymore."

Ji Bingzhu was sitting on the swing dangling back and forth, looking up at A Ya who was sitting on the tree trunk in doubt, and said, "What's wrong? What are you holding back?"

A Ya's face was expressionless, and his whole body was empty, as if he was about to sit on the ground and become a Buddha in the next moment.

"I'm going to retreat."

Ji Bingzhu stopped holding the swing rope, and looked at him blankly, as if he didn't react.

"Shut up, what are you shutting down? Self-destruction? Doing many unrighteous actions will...suicide?"

A Ya almost rolled his eyes to the top of the sky spirit cover: "Retreat! I said retreat!"

Ji Bingzhu was a little aggrieved: "Why? Didn't you agree that you would always be by my side?"

A Ya said angrily: "Do you still have the face to ask? What do you think I am doing by your side now, to see how you are ... by someone?!"

A Ya said, his face was a little red, he took a deep breath, and said weakly: "Now you have Bian Ling by your side, you don't need my protection, I also want to take advantage of this world to completely cultivate my soul."

Ji Bingzhu was stunned for a long time, until the swing had stopped, then he pouted and whispered: "Then when will you come back?"

"Maybe a few years, maybe decades or hundreds of years, there is no definite number." A Ya looked at his wet eyes, still a little unbearable, he jumped down from the tree, stroked his hair lightly, and said, "When I retreat, I will completely hand over the Yuan Dan that the Crow Feather Sword turned into to your control. Even if I leave, you will not be bullied."

Ji Bingzhu clutched his sleeves, lowered his head, a little unhappy.

Ever since he experienced those things 900 years ago, what he hates the most is parting from life and death. Although A Ya said that he would come back, Ji Bingzhu still couldn't help feeling sad.

Ah Ya smiled and said, "It's not that I won't come back, besides, you two live here, so what if I stay here all the time?"

Ji Bingzhu still didn't speak, and let out a muffled "hmm" with his head down.

A Ya looked at Ji Bingzhu, who had grown into an adult, and suddenly remembered the boy who disobeyed the way of heaven and refused to become a demon even if his mind collapsed. His eyes were slightly hot. He knelt down and gently touched Ji Bingzhu's side face. After a while, he said: "Live well, if Bian Ling bullies you, you can forcefully wake me up with the Crow Feather Sword, and I will definitely hunt him down to the ends of the earth and make him fly away."

Although he knew that what A Ya said was impossible, Ji Bingzhu nodded aggrievedly.

Ah Crow laughed, and told him a few more words, and then turned into a black crow on the spot.

When the crow scattered into the crow's feathers and got into the crow's feather sword, Ah Crow seemed to think of something, and said: "By the way, I left suddenly, your spirit will be unstable for a while, but it will recover in a month, don't worry about it." Worry."

Before Ji Bingzhu could react to the meaning of this sentence, Ah Ya disappeared into the air in an instant, and soon, the connection between Ji Bingzhu's soul and Ah Ya also quickly dissipated.

A Ya suddenly disappeared, and Ji Bingzhu felt a little empty in his heart. He sat on the swing for a long time in a daze.

After just a while, Bian Ling walked out of the study next to him, holding a pile of books in his hands, planning to take advantage of the weather to take them out to dry in the sun.

It's just that when he walked out of the study, Ji Bingzhu, who had been sitting on the swing, suddenly disappeared. Bian Ling was taken aback, and when he took a closer look, he found a small figure under the swing, huddled in layers of clothes, desperately crawling out.

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling put the books away one by one, walked over with a strange expression, took out the little thing that was struggling desperately in the clothes, glanced at it, and couldn't help laughing.

——Ji Bingzhu didn't know how to do it, his figure suddenly became the size of a three or four-year-old child, his face was full of childishness, and the red mark between his eyebrows looked extremely small and cute.

Bian Ling was so cute that he was half dead. Ji Bingzhu was too young, so he wrapped him in his arms with one hand, picked up the clothes on the ground, wrapped him up, and asked, "Why did you suddenly become like this?" ?”

From being picked up to being hugged, Ji Bingzhu showed no expression on his small face, and was extremely docile and obedient. It was not until Bian Ling asked this sentence that he said softly, "Who are you?"

Bian Ling was taken aback, and looked down at him strangely: "You don't recognize me?"

Xiao Jiyan gently grasped Bian Ling's skirt with his two small hands. He seemed a little embarrassed, but he still forcibly stabilized, pretending to be calm, and said, "You...are you my parents' friend? They made me Are you coming to see me?"

Bian Ling frowned.

Ji Yan tilted his head slightly, starlight fell from his eyes, and looked at him expectantly.

Bian Ling was stunned for a while before saying: "Yes."

Ji Yan immediately smiled, and his eyes curled up: "Ah, I knew that my father and mother would not ignore me."

While coaxing him, Bian Ling carried him to the couch in the room and laid him down, then turned around and connected with Ji Yexing to the communication array.

Ji Yexing didn't seem to expect Ji Bingzhu to become like this, he was very strange: "Is he injured?"

Bian Ling looked at him dissatisfied: "I'm by his side, how could he get hurt?"

Ji Yexing rubbed his chin and said, "That's weird. If he hadn't been injured, how could he have turned back to a three- or four-year-old, and he still doesn't seem to have any memory."

"It is precisely because I don't know that I came to ask you, why did you throw all the questions back to me instead?" Bian Ling's eyes gleamed with two big words - waste.

Ji Yexing gave a "tsk" and said, "Okay, it may be caused by the instability of the mind and soul, you just take good care of it, it shouldn't take long for it to return to its original state, and I'll go to your place right away."

Bian Ling said: "What are you doing here? Don't come, you are not very welcome here."

Ji Yexing said: "You should know what kind of life he lived in Ji's house when he was young, and now he definitely needs a family member to give him a sense of security, and I'm just leaving me, who happens to be his only family member, who will I not go to?" go?"

Bian Ling still didn't want him to come over. According to Ji Yexing's temperament, he didn't intend to appease Ji Bingzhu at all. If he really let him come over, he might bully Ji Bingzhu.

Bian Ling made a decisive decision and said: "He didn't remember having you as a younger brother when he was three or four years old, so don't come here to join in the fun."

After finishing speaking, before Ji Yexing could react, he waved away the communication array.

Bian Ling paced back and forth in the corridor outside the door for a while, but he still hadn't learned how to get along with Ji Bingzhu at this moment, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore, so he opened the door and walked in.

Ji Yan sat obediently on the bed without moving a step.

On weekdays, Ji Bingzhu usually has the temper of a brat who doesn't go to the house for three days. Bian Ling has already gotten used to it at such a young age, but now this kind of Ji Yan is really too obedient. Time is a little at a loss.

Bian Ling stepped forward, sat beside him and looked down at him, trying to keep his voice as soft as possible: "Are you hungry?"

Ji Yan blinked his watery eyes and looked at him, and whispered, "What is hunger?"

Bian Ling choked suddenly.

Ji Yan blinked his eyes and looked at him with fluttering long eyelashes. Seeing that Bian Ling had been silent, he said timidly, "When will my... father and mother come to see me?"

Bian Ling coaxed him: "They have gone away, and it will take three to five years to come back. Before they come back, let me take care of you, okay?"

Ji Yan nodded, very softly: "Okay, thank you uncle."

Bian Ling: "..."

It was like a thunderbolt falling from the sky, hitting Tianling Gai beside him, causing black smoke to rise from his body.

Bian Ling managed to maintain his composure, and said, "Just... just call me brother."

Xiao Jiyan didn't want to lose his courtesy, so he said seriously: "But you are a friend of your parents, Ah Yang should call you uncle, you can't be inferior."

Bian Ling thought to himself that you don't even know what hunger is, where did you learn the saying that you are inferior in seniority.

Bian Ling said helplessly, "You can call it whatever you want."

Ji Yan seemed to have noticed that Bian Ling didn't like the title of uncle very much, and seemed to call people old. His two little hands trembled together, and it took him a long time before he whispered flatteringly: "Little uncle, you will always take care of Ah Yang. ?"

Little Uncle Bian tried his best to comfort himself, the little uncle was already a little uncle, at least he looked very young, he forced a smile and said, "Yes, I will always take care of you."

Countless little stars appeared in Ji Yan's eyes in an instant, almost blinding Bian Ling.

"Thank you little uncle! Ah Li likes you so much!"

At this time, although Ji Yan has a timid calm in his bones, he is still a child in essence, his words and actions are very childish, he will tell whoever he likes, and he will directly throw himself on Bian Ling to show his intimacy.

Bian Ling hugged Ji Bingzhu in his arms as he wished, and he was so warm and soft that it made people worry that even a little force could break him.

Since then, Bian Ling has lived a life of raising children.

I have to say that Ji Yan was really easy to raise when he was a child. Sometimes if he was given a bowl of sweet soup, he could sit obediently at the table all afternoon without crying. Going to wash the dishes in the backyard—it was the first time he went to wash the dishes alone, and fell directly into the sink, choking on several mouthfuls of water.

Even then, he didn't cry. After climbing out, he wiped the water on his face, and ran into the room to change clothes without anyone's help.

Bian Ling looked more complicated in the dark, and unconsciously compared the current Xiao Jiyi with the grown-up Ji Bingzhu, the more he compared, the more he wanted to sigh, wishing that the current Xiao Jiyi would never grow up again .

After changing his clothes, Xiao Jiyan came out. Seeing Bian Ling collecting the books in the yard to the study, he hurried over and said in a milky voice, "Little Uncle, Ah Yang, come and help you."

Every time Ji Yan called his little uncle, Bian Ling felt a toothache, barely maintained the dignity of the elder, and said: "Cheng, do what you can, pick up the small ones, and move them one by one."

The books that Bian Ling found for Ji Bingzhu were all thick ones, and Ji Yan might not be able to carry them with his little finger.

Ji Yan nodded, obediently chose a relatively thin one, held it in both hands, and ran into the study on his short legs.

Bian Ling was worried about him, so he picked up a few books and followed him. When he walked into the room, he found that Ji Yan was putting the books on the bookshelf on tiptoe, struggling very hard, but his small face was full of stubbornness.

Seeing this, Bian Ling smiled lightly.

Sure enough, Ji Bingzhu's stubbornness was buried in his bones since childhood.

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