During the days he was in a coma, Pei Zheng fell into a strange situation.
Sometimes he could hear someone talking in his ear, the voice was thin, soft and light, but sometimes he felt that the person speaking was actually very far away from him, and he could neither catch nor touch them when he stretched out his hand.
It was a dark void, and he was alone.
Suddenly, a ray of light appeared before my eyes, so white and blinding that it tore a hole in the black fog.
Pei Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked towards the light, and the scene around him changed accordingly.
On a snowy day, white snow fell from the sky like goose feathers, covering the entire palace in a layer of silver.
Pei Zheng stood alone in the snow.
Suddenly, a moving white mass appeared in front of my eyes. It was walking carefully step by step, and it had to stop from time to time to rest for a while, and exhale a few puffs of hot air into the air.
Pei Zheng stepped forward and walked up to the white mass, blocking his way.
The little man then slowly raised his head, and his bright black eyes looked straight into Pei Zheng's eyes.
He was wearing a white cotton-padded jacket with a thick furry cloak on the outside. His whole face was hidden in the white fur, which made his skin look even whiter and more delicate. His beautiful and delicate eyebrows were clean, clear, and bright.
Pei Zheng's breath was choked, and a surge of memories swept through his mind like an overwhelming flood. This little person in front of him was the one he wanted to hold in his hands, the one he wanted to accompany for the rest of his life, and the one he would protect regardless of life or death.
Now that he remembered, how could he forget
But the little guy now looks only fifteen years old. Could it be that this is a dream
Go back to the past in the dream and give him a chance to make amends
Why is there still a wound on the little guy's face? The wound on his cheek is even bleeding, which makes people feel distressed.
"Brother Pei, Brother Pei," the little man called out in surprise, his eyes clearly showing surprise and joy, "Why did you come to the palace? It's snowing so heavily today.
It's so cold. Are you here to see me?"
Pei Zheng lightly touched his cheek with his fingertips, avoiding the wound. He lowered his eyes and looked at him, his tone full of worry and pity, "Does it hurt?"
The little guy smiled with his eyes crooked, "Brother Pei came to see me, and I don't feel any pain anymore."
Pei Zheng put his hand down, took the little guy's hand, and pulled him forward, taking each step slowly and steadily.
"How did you get hurt?"
His palms were very cold, so he put the little man's hand into his wrist and warmed his cold little hand with his body temperature.
The little guy seemed a little uncomfortable with Brother Pei's thoughtfulness and gentleness. He was afraid that this was another sign of his anger, and he couldn't help but shrank his little hand.
Pei Zheng felt his dodging movement and his heart ached.
Does his past self scare him so much
I am such a despicable and hateful person.
"Be good, don't move. Your hands are cold. I'll warm them up for you."
Pei Zheng pulled his hand and put it closer, then spoke softer, "Tell me, how did you get the wound on your face?"
"Brother Pei," the little guy called softly, his voice timid, "Can you please not be angry?"
Pei Zheng smiled gently, "Don't be afraid, baby, I'm not angry."
The little man finally felt relieved and explained the whole story haltingly.
It turned out that he had just returned from the Queen's bedroom. The Emperor asked the Queen to teach the princes and princesses in the palace well, so the Queen directly summoned all the princes and princesses to her bedroom to listen to the teachings of a tutor.
Unexpectedly, in that classroom, Qi Changyi was called by the teacher to read the chapter he had written in public. The little guy didn't know how to write a chapter at all, so everyone was waiting to see him make a fool of himself.
Qi Changyi did not read the chapter and hid the paper on which he had written.
The Queen Mother was angry and ordered someone to punish Qi Changyi. She took a long ruler and was about to beat him.
"She had someone beat you up?"
Pei Zheng paused, turned around and looked at the little guy, and checked his body worriedly.
The little guy's face turned red when he was touched by that hand, and his voice was as small as a mosquito's buzz, "Brother Pei, no, no one hit me, I dodged it.
Yes, I tripped over the table again."
"Did you fall on your face?"
The little guy nodded, a little embarrassed, "Brother Pei, am I so stupid?"
Pei Zheng sighed softly and gently embraced the little guy in his arms, wishing he could melt him into his own bones and blood.
"Not stupid, my darling is smart, well-behaved and cute, not stupid at all."
Pei Zheng took his hand again and led him back to the bedroom.
Li Yu was waiting anxiously at the door. When he saw that his prince had returned with Lord Pei, he immediately became tense.
"Master Pei Pei Pei, you are here."
Li Yu responded and ran into the snow.
There was a charcoal fire burning in the hall, and it was very warm.
Pei Zheng first took off the little guy's outer cloak, then asked him to sit on a stool. He asked someone to bring a basin of hot water, wetted it with a handkerchief, and gently wiped the blood off his cheek.
The little guy tilted his head slightly and stared at Pei Zheng who was so close to him with his big eyes. He could feel Brother Pei's hot breath on his face, burning his earlobes and making them turn red.
Pei Zheng frowned and touched his forehead with the back of his hand. "No fever."
As he couldn't feel the temperature with the back of his hand, he reached out his hand to the little guy's waist and carried him directly to the table to sit.
"ah-"
The little guy cried out softly and quickly grabbed Pei Zheng's sleeve, almost unable to sit still due to nervousness.
"Be good and don't move."
Pei Zheng leaned over and rested his forehead against the little guy's forehead. Their noses were close together and they could hear each other's breath.
After a while, Pei Zheng moved away, lowered his dark eyes, and stared at the pair of big eyes that kept blinking, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"
Not only the little guy's earlobes were red, but his cheeks were even redder. He shook his head, nodded, and shook his head again.
Pei Zheng felt itchy in his heart because of his confused, innocent and pure look. The little guy now was still young, just like a fresh, plump, tempting and delicious fruit growing on a tree, not yet ripe and unable to be picked, but still swaying brightly in the wind.
Pei Zheng didn't know if he was blind before. He didn't even know how to cherish the treasure in his hands and even almost broke it.
"What does 'good boy' mean? Huh?" Pei Zheng turned his head and circled the little guy between himself and the table. His voice was light and had a coaxing tone.
His thin lips came to the small and delicate ear, which was already red. He leaned in and blew gently, "Tell me, does it hurt?"
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The little guy couldn't stop shaking all over, his eyes became moist, he felt uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, had difficulty breathing, and was very hot. His little brain was a mess, sometimes beating fast, and sometimes blank. Was he going to become a little fool
"Brother Pei"'s soft voice sounded a little aggrieved and crying.
Pei Zhengxin immediately turned into a pool of spring water. He kissed the little earlobe, slowly stretched out his fingers, gently rubbed the slender and soft waist twice, but suddenly touched something hard.
"What good stuff is hidden here? Hmm?"
The slender fingers reached into the corset, and took out the thing with two fingers. It turned out to be a neatly folded small piece of paper.
Pei Zheng was about to open the note, but the little guy reached out and grabbed one of his fingers, raised his wet eyes and begged, "Brother Pei, please don't look at it."
"Did you just write this in class?"
Pei Zheng actually understood that the little guy might not understand what the teacher was saying, so he didn't know what he had scribbled on the paper.
The more he was shy about not reading it, the more curious he became about what he had written.
"I'll just take a look, okay?" Pei Zheng smiled softly, "I'll give it back to you after I'm done."
As he was speaking, the note had already been unfolded. The little guy let out a cry, and quickly covered his eyes with his hands, hiding his little face in shame.
I saw that the whole piece of paper was indeed full of words, but they were all the same two words.
"Pei Zheng"
"Pei Zheng"
"Pei Zheng"
"Pei Zheng Pei Zheng Pei Zheng Pei Zheng"
The little boy really didn't understand what the teacher was saying, so he just buried his head, holding the brush seriously, and writing Pei Zheng's name on the rice paper stroke by stroke.
The handwriting is quite good, neat and powerful, and you can tell at first glance that it took a lot of hard work.
Pei Zheng remembered that when he first discovered that the little man could write his name, the handwriting was almost the same as his own, but now there is obviously still a gap.
In other words, long before that, the little guy had been secretly learning to write these two words.
Why did he discover it so late before
Pei Zheng still held the piece of paper in his hand. Whenever he thought of the little guy sitting alone in his bedroom practicing calligraphy seriously, his fingertips would tremble slightly with heartache.
"Brother Pei," the little man whispered, "Isn't what I wrote too ugly? It's not good to look at, so don't read it."
Pei Zheng folded the note again as if it were a treasure, "It's beautiful. Guaiguai's handwriting is very beautiful. Just give it to me, okay?"
The little guy looked up in surprise, "Brother Pei, do you really think my handwriting is beautiful?"
Pei Zheng smiled gently and nodded.
The little guy also felt happy, and couldn't help but show a smile from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
"Well, then I'll give it to Brother Pei. Otherwise, how about I write a new one for you? This one is all wrinkled."
“It’s okay, I like what you wrote because”
Pei Zheng stuffed the note into his arms, then slowly leaned over.
"Because Guaiguai's shyness just now was so cute, I wanted to eat him in one bite."