She learned to kill time by herself and use her time on other things when no one was around.
She learned to cook, learn to make desserts, learn sugar art, and learn embroidery.
She devoted her time to these things, which gave her a sense of peace.
But after being calm for a long time, she also forgot how to have emotions.
Jian Yiling didn't know what else she could do when she was sad except to wait quietly for the sadness to dissipate.
"Xiao Ling..." Zhai Yunsheng looked at Jian Yiling's drooping little face, and something touched his heart, which made his whole heart soften.
He reached out his hand, trying to brush away the sadness between her brows.
She never showed her emotions.
It's not that she really has no emotions, it's just that she is used to this state.
Zhai Yunsheng asked Jian Yiling, "Does that mean you are happy if I treat you well?"
"Hmm..." Jian Yiling did not deny it.
"Does that mean if I don't get angry, you won't feel sad?"
"Well..." Jian Yiling admitted frankly.
Zhai Yunsheng's hand gently brushed Jian Yiling's hair.
She cares about him.
She cares about him.
It's just that she doesn't know how to express this feeling that has no blood relationship with her.
It was as if she was born without an eye.
But she has feelings for him.
Although it may not necessarily be love, she cares about him, truly cares about him.
Zhai Yunsheng said to Jian Yiling: "Little fool, I'm not angry anymore."
"I'm not stupid." Jian Yiling retorted.
"Well, you're not stupid, I'm stupid." Zhai Yunsheng admitted defeat.
Although his little one doesn't understand emotions very well yet, don't worry. As long as she slowly starts to care, he can slowly teach her later.
Zhai Yunsheng gently held Jian Yiling's little hand in his palm.
The broad male palm can wrap Jian Yiling's small hand well.
The little hands were soft and white, without any wounds.
This is the body part that Jian Yiling cares most about. When someone hits her, she would rather let someone hit her in the face than pick it up with her hands.
Because her hands are her capital for survival, she cannot let her hands get hurt.
"Do you hate it?" Zhai Yunsheng asked Jian Yiling.
Jian Yiling shook her head. She didn't hate his hand touching hers.
"What about others?"
"Grandma can't do it, second brother can't do it, brother Yujie can't do it. I haven't tried the others."
Jian Yiling counted them carefully.
Zhai Yunsheng kept tightening his grip on Jian Yiling's little hand.
He wanted to just hold on tightly, hold on tightly and not let go.
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Beijing, Zhai family.
Mr. Zhai is in a good mood right now.
Because he had just determined something, something that could make him laugh even in his dreams.
It happened that Zhai Yunsheng returned home at this time.
Seeing Zhai Yunsheng sitting in the living room, Mr. Zhai said happily: "Hey, brat, are you willing to come back?"
After Mr. Zhai asked, he found that Zhai Yunsheng had a calm face and deep eyes.
What he drank was obviously water, but there was a melancholy and sad feeling as if he was drinking.
Mr. Zhai's expression immediately turned bad, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
"How long can I live?" Zhai Yunsheng asked, not looking at Mr. Zhai, but looking into the distance.
"What nonsense are you asking? Of course you can live a long life!"
"I'm serious." Zhai Yunsheng's tone was serious.
He has not paid close attention to his physical condition in these years.