In ancient times, there were not many entertainment activities at night. After dinner, you could just rest for a while and turn off the lights and lie down.
After Lu Yunchu finished washing up, he tossed and turned on the small bed in the outer room. Thinking about what happened today, he couldn't fall asleep.
She came to the soft couch in the inner room with the quilt in her arms, but still couldn't fall asleep. She stuck her head out and asked in a low voice, "Wen Zhan, are you asleep?"
There was a rustling sound, and Wen Zhan lit the candle lamp beside the bed.
His profile looked particularly gentle under the candlelight, and Lu Yunchu's uneasy and panicked heart was instantly calmed down.
She hugged the corner of the quilt and said, "I'm a little scared."
Wen Zhan was stunned for a moment, came over holding the candle, looked at her worriedly, and sat down on the stool next to the couch.
Lu Yunchu asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"
Wen Zhan wanted to find paper and pen to write, but Lu Yunchu interrupted him: "The light is so dim, I can't see you writing clearly, just write on my hand."
Wen Zhan was a little hesitant, but what she said was the truth, so he could only come over, sit next to the couch, and write on her hand: You go to sleep, I'll sit here with you.
How could this be possible? Lu Yunchu sat up and couldn't help staring at him.
He was wearing plain white pajamas, his black hair was loose, his brows were furrowed with a hint of worry, and his eyes were filled with light, like a clean and ethereal landscape painting.
She felt that she was briefly bewitched, and blurted out: "Can I sleep on the bed with you?"
Wen Zhan blinked, with no intention of refusing at all, and agreed easily.
This was not his style, but Lu Yunchu would not say anything. With a little smugness and excitement, she crawled to the inside of the bed and lay down obediently. She also comforted herself, thinking that it was just like sleeping on a big bunk bed, so there was nothing to be embarrassed about.
After she lay down, Wen Zhan sat on the outside of the bed, still looking at her with that soothing and gentle gaze, and then he didn't move.
Lu Yunchu waited for a long time but he didn't lie down, and he was confused again: "What are you doing?"
Wen Zhan pulled his legs together, knelt beside the bed, and obediently wrote on her palm - be with you.
Lu Yunchu was speechless. Is this the kind of company she wanted
She complained, "Are you going to look at me like this all night?"
Wen Zhan nodded and smiled with his eyebrows curved. Not only did he have no complaints about this matter, he was also very patient.
—Then you won’t be afraid.
… Lu Yunchu was silent for a while, then said, "I'm not afraid anymore. Lie down and sleep. Turn off the lights."
Wen Zhan didn't understand why her thoughts changed every day, but whatever she said was what it was. He blew out the light and lay down quietly.
The little excitement just now was gone. Lu Yunchu felt that when he met him, who had a gentle personality, no matter how bad his temper was, he would lose it.
The two were very far apart, but Lu Yunchu could smell the faint scent of soapberry and medicine coming from him. It was a bit cold, but when he thought that it was his scent, he felt warm.
She soon fell asleep.
Wen Zhan listened to her breathing and felt her presence not far away. He felt a sense of security and his heart was calm. Gradually, he felt sleepy.
But she was not very quiet when she was asleep, rubbing her head on the pillow and slowly moving towards me.
Wen Zhan opened his eyes and silently moved a little closer to the bed.
Lu Yunchu nodded his head on the quilt and stopped.
He breathed a sigh of relief, but not long after, she stretched out her arms towards him again, trying to hug something.
Wen Zhan gave up, silently hugged the corner of the quilt and huddled down to leave enough space for her, and then he curled up and slept in a ball.
Lu Yunchu slept very soundly and woke up refreshed the next day, so he decided to sleep with Wen Zhan every night from then on.
Wen Zhan had no complaints and didn't feel that her dishonest sleeping posture harmed him at all. He even felt that his presence was finally of some use to her and nodded in agreement happily.
The temperature dropped sharply in late autumn and winter was approaching. Lu Yunchu was worried that Wen Zhan would get sick due to his thin clothes, so he kept urging him to put on more clothes.
But Wen Zhan only had a few clothes, so he couldn't just put them together randomly. It was time to buy some winter clothes for Wen Zhan, but unfortunately the plot hadn't found her yet, so Lu Yunchu could only wait for the right time.
There were a lot of clothes for the female supporting roles. Lu Yunchu rummaged through the boxes and found several pieces, trying to get Wen Zhan to wear them: "Although they are a little short, they are warm! You are sick, you can't get cold!"
Wen Zhan, who always obeyed her, kept shaking his head. He no longer wrote small words on the notebook out of concern for it. Instead, he wrote a few large words generously to express his resistance: "I'm not cold."
Lu Yunchu walked towards him holding a snow-white cloak and said, "You are cold."
Wen Zhan shook his head. It’s really not cold.
Lu Yunchu stroked the snow-white fox fur on the cloak and smiled with his teeth showing: "Try it."
Wen Zhan felt that something was wrong. He was warming himself by the fire in the house, so how could he be cold? But she was holding the cloak and looking at him eagerly, so how could he let her down
Wen Zhan took it hesitantly and wrote on the paper: I will wear it when it’s cold.
Lu Yunchu stared at him and coughed: "Just try it first, just try it."
Although Wen Zhan still didn't understand why she did this, he was afraid that she would get angry if he continued to nag her, so he put on the cloak silently.
The snow-white fox fur formed a circle around his face, making his complexion look even whiter. His cold and clear face revealed an unexpected beauty, a beauty without any makeup.
He put it on, felt it, and took it off immediately after Lu Yunchu took a look.
Then he wrote with an innocent look: It’s really a bit hot.
Lu Yunchu felt that he had become a bad person.
She touched her nose guiltily, put away her cloak, and suddenly slapped her thigh and said, "Oh, it's December already, and it's almost the first month of the year, the Chinese New Year is coming!" How can we just be perfunctory about the Chinese New Year? We must find Wen Jue to get some money and have a lively and rich Chinese New Year. Even if it's just her and Wen Zhan.
After she said this, Wen Zhan was obviously stunned.
As the seasons changed, the sun rose and the moon set, countless days and nights passed, and he had never had any concept of festivals. Looking at the expectation on Lu Yunchu's face, he was a little nervous, afraid that he didn't understand these things and would spoil her interest.
Lu Yunchu didn't notice anything wrong with him and smiled with her big white teeth: "I'll go hang out at the gate of the yard and see if there's a chance to go out." The plot was really weird. Before, he would take her out for a walk whenever he had nothing to do, but now there has been no movement for several days.
She wandered to the gate of the courtyard, thinking about how to get in touch with the protagonists, which scared the maid standing at the gate.
"Miss, do you have any instructions?"
Lu Yunchu didn't count on them and waved his hand: "It's okay, I'm just-"
Her hand swung beyond the gate.
She was a little stunned. She put down her hands and took a tentative step forward. There was no obstruction and she walked out of the gate easily.
Happiness came too suddenly. Lu Yunchu jumped twice on the spot. He didn't expect that now he could not only slightly change his movements and lines, but also expand his range of actions.
Thinking of the endless reincarnations of her previous two lives, she couldn't help but feel that she was extremely unlucky. It turned out that only by participating in the plot could she change her destiny, just like the butterfly effect, where the slight flapping of a butterfly's wings can cause a tornado in Texas, USA.
She walked towards Wen Jue's yard while thinking hard.
When did the butterfly flutter its wings for the first time? Was it when she replaced the heroine's heroic rescue plot, or when she resolved the misunderstandings with the heroine several times and ruined the hero's plot of taking Wen Zhan's purse, or... when she rescued Wen Zhan from a dark corner
She walked to the gate of Wen Zhan's courtyard and was stopped by a guard with a stern face.
Lu Yunchu didn't have time to argue with him and shouted at the top of his voice: "Wen Jue! Wen Jue!"
Wen Jue immediately ran over angrily, gritting his teeth, like a summoned beast with fire on its head: "What are you doing! Are you crazy!"
Lu Yunchu took out a list and said, "These are some things that need to be purchased for the New Year. Please arrange them."
Wen Jue took it subconsciously, but before he opened it, he reacted: "What are you doing! Am I your maid?" This woman really did everything she could to get close to him. This crazy admiration really made people feel uncomfortable.
Lu Yunchu said: "Only you can help me do this." It was quite emotional to think that the enemy from her previous two lives - perhaps still the enemy in this life - was standing in front of her like this, but she felt no wavering in her heart and even wanted to ask him for help.
Wen Jue sneered and shook the letter paper: "Lu Yunchu, are you taking me for a fool? You are the eldest daughter of the Lu family, you can get anything you want, but you have to ask me to tell the servants to buy these things?"
Lu Yunchu was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked him: "What about Wen Zhan?" The female supporting role had everything she wanted, but Wen Zhan didn't even have thick clothes for the winter. He was just hanging in the corner, insignificant and no one cared.
Wen Jue was stunned, and his tone suddenly dropped: "Of course I would give him whatever he wants, but he doesn't want anything."
Lu Yunchu knew that this was a plot setting, but he still became angry and asked, "Have you ever asked him what he wanted?"
"Of course! I have advised him countless times, but he never listened. He wants nothing but to follow his fate and live out his remaining life—"
Lu Yunchu felt as if her heart was being stabbed by needles after hearing this: "He doesn't want to live anymore, are you going to let him be like this? If you go to see him just once, if you pull him out of the darkness just once..." She couldn't say any more, she took a deep breath, and when she looked at Wen Jue again, she felt that his expression of having no way of speaking out his grievances was really funny.
Just because he is the male protagonist of the novel, the rest of the people are just supporting characters, and the suffering of others is just proof of his kindness. It's not that he is indifferent to people in need, he just cares about the world and is a little negligent, right
"Do you believe this yourself?" Lu Yunchu didn't want to communicate with him, but he was really angry. "You came to the gate drunk that day and took the purse I stole for you. It must be good for your future, right?"
With every word she said, Wen Jue's expression became stiffer, and finally he was forced to retreat again and again.
His face turned livid: "It's not what you think. I'll return the purse to you."
"Of course you returned it, because it wasn't Wen Zhan's. What if it was?" Lu Yunchu approached him and said sarcastically, "You were just drunk, and I stuffed money into your pocket, and then you accidentally brought it to the host, so he recognized you. What an innocent person you are."
Wen Jue gritted his teeth and repeated weakly, "It's not what you think!"
But the fact is that the protagonist is the protagonist. Who would look at this story from the perspective of an insignificant supporting character
A character who was only mentioned briefly in a few words. No one in the book or outside the book cared about him. Only Lu Yunchu cared about him. She finally asked the doubts that had been accumulated in her heart for a long time: "Who is Wen Zhan? He is not your brother, right?"
With a flash of cold light, Wen Jue's dagger was against her throat, and he said sternly, "What do you know?"
Lu Yunchu looked at him steadily.
The veins on his hand holding the dagger were bulging, and the moment he got closer, she felt a chill in her throat.
Wen Jue wanted to kill.
Before Lu Yunchu had time to think about retreating, Wen Jue suddenly dropped the dagger as if he had been electrocuted, and pressed his temple in pain. The murderous intent surrounding him disappeared.
He pressed his temple and sweated all over in pain.
Lu Yunchu raised his hand to his throat. The skin on his neck was cut by the dagger and blood was flowing out, but the thin layer of wound was slowly disappearing. In just a few breaths, the wound disappeared.
She felt cold all over, picked up the dagger on the ground, and walked towards Wen Jue.
Wen Jue raised his head and tried to take the dagger, but Lu Yunchu cut his palm with the knife.
He cried out in pain, stood up and grabbed her collar, his eyes red: "What do you want to do! How dare you hurt-"
His words stopped abruptly as he looked at his unharmed palm.
"Why, I feel..." He murmured, looking at his palm, "I clearly feel..."
Lu Yunchu asked him calmly: "Do you remember what I asked you just now?"
Wen Jue's head started to hurt again, and he gasped: "You asked me to buy things for you for the New Year."
I see.
Lu Yunchu finally figured out the key.
The plot will automatically correct itself, and the character will not be injured until the time comes. It is not that the wounds required by the plot will automatically recover. Similarly, Wen Zhan wanted to kill her but couldn't, because the plot did not allow her to die.
What about the wounds required by the plot? The wounds on Wen Zhan's body... The female supporting actress is gone, and no one hurts him. Will he continue to get hurt
Lu Yunchu felt like she had suddenly fallen into a deep ocean. Darkness surrounded her and she couldn't breathe. She turned around and ran back the way she came.
Wen Jue stood there, his headache still not gone. He was a little dazed, looking at Lu Yunchu's back in confusion and muttering, "No, why is she here? Didn't the guard report that she was stabbed in the back by an assassin at the banquet that day?"