"Brother Xian, wait for him."
Wen Xian turned around and frowned at Ye Wuyou who was chasing him, "Why am I here?"
Ye Wuyou's lips curled up slightly, and Yidong jumped to Wen Xian's side, "He's here to help me wash the fruit."
Glancing at the fruit in Ye Wuyou's arms, Wen Xian frowned a little more.
"Give him the fruit and I'll go back."
Wen Xian said and begged to get the fruit in Ye Wuyou's arms, but he avoided it.
"He doesn't beg, he washes it himself." Ye Wuyou held the fruit and ran towards the mountain stream.
He finally found an excuse to join him, so he didn't ask to go back.
Wen Xian immediately chased after him worriedly.
In the east of the mountain stream, neither of them shut up, each washing the fruit.
While Wen Xian was washing the fruits, he secretly kept an eye on Ye Wuyou to prevent him from falling into the mountain stream.
"Brother Xian, let me try it."
Ye Wuyou suddenly turned around and handed a fruit to Wen Xian's lips.
Looking at Ye Wuyou's expectant eyes, Wen Xian's eyes flashed lightly, he took the fruit and threw it into his arms.
"After washing, let's go back."
Not daring to look at Ye Wuyou's slumped face, Wen Xian turned around and left.
Ye Wuyou stared blankly at Wen Xian's back, her eyes filled with tears.
"Why?"
The plaintive voice is full of sorrow.
Wen Xian paused, and the fruit in his legs was almost crushed by him.
"What did he do wrong? Why did he suddenly ignore him?"
Ye Wuyou stared at Wen Xian's back, tears in his eyes slipping away like broken pearls.
Her heart ached so much that she couldn't breathe, and Wen Xian wanted to run away, but her feet felt like they were nailed to the ground, unable to move a step.
Hearing no answer, Ye Wuyou had more and more tears in his eyes, and the uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger.
"Brother Xian"
Ye Wuyou wanted to beg forward, but accidentally stepped on a stone. His foot slipped and he fell towards the mountain stream.
"ah"
Wen Xian turned around suddenly and saw Ye Wuyou falling towards the mountain stream, and his heart almost stopped.
"Worry-free."
Throwing away all the fruits, Wen Xian rushed towards the mountain stream and pulled Ye Wuyou back when he hit the stone wall.
"I'm okay."
Seeing the obviously frightened Ye Wuyou, Wen Xian felt distressed and frightened, and even took off his coat to cover him.
"Brother Xian" Ye Wuyou threw himself into Wen Xian's arms and began to cry, "He is so scared."
"Scared, it's okay."
Wen Xian hugged Ye Wuyou tightly, kissed the top of his hair, and coaxed him softly.
In the east of the fruit tree, Nuan Se was getting a little impatient waiting.
"Why does it take so long? If something happens, let him go and see."
"Don't ask to go."
Seeing Nuan Se heading toward the mountain stream, Han Xiao became a little anxious and grabbed her sleeve.
"Um?"
Nuan Se turned around and looked at Han Xiao with a frown. Everyone else also looked at him with puzzled faces.
Han Xiao relaxed her legs and looked away guiltily, "It should be okay."
"No, with Third Brother here, what can happen to them?"
Bingzhi shook her head carelessly while biting the fruit.
"I know better."
Seeing Bingzhi's disdainful eyes, Nuanse immediately slapped her forehead in displeasure.
Bingzhi touched her head in pain and bit the fruit loudly, completely mistaking the fruit for warmth.
Chiyu breathed a sigh of relief and glanced uneasily in the direction of the mountain stream.
Ye Wuyou cried for a long time before finally calming down.
Wen Xian wiped Ye Wuyou's tears, "If they go back, they should be worried if they don't go back."
Ye Wuyou nodded and gently held Wen Xian's leg.
Wen Xian's eyes flickered, but he didn't move away from Ye Wuyou's leg.
"Brother Xian, Guozi."
Seeing the fruit that Wen Xian had thrown away just now, Ye Wuyou remembered whether they had come to wash the fruit.
"No more begging."
Wen Xian took Ye Wuyou away without looking back.
"Third brother and Wuyou brother are back."
Bingzhi's eyes lit up when she saw Wen Xian and Ye Wuyou.
Wen Xiandong consciously let go of Ye Wuyou's legs, and unconsciously clenched his legs into fists.
The warmth in the palm of his hand disappeared, and Ye Wuyou's heart seemed to be empty, and he lowered his eyes sadly.
"Why have we been gone so long?"
Nuan Se raised her eyes, looked at the two people with empty legs, and frowned slightly, "He seems to remember whether we went to wash the fruits."
"Third brother, have we eaten all the fruits?" Bingzhi also blinked in confusion.
"They all fell into the mountain stream." Glancing at Bingzhi, Wen Xian walked to the fire and walked east.
Ye Wuyou's eyes flickered and he walked quietly to Liang Sheng's side.
"Wuyou, why are my clothes wet?"
Seeing the water stains on Wuyou's chest, Liang Sheng frowned and went to wipe it with a handkerchief.
Nuanse also frowned, "Why are your clothes so wet?"
"he"
"It's okay, it got a little wet."
Wen Xian didn't even raise his head, he just picked up branches from the ground and lit a fire.
Ye Wuyou secretly glanced at Wen Xian and smiled gratefully at Liang Sheng, "Well, he's fine. He's almost done."
"Come, come, let's eat roast chicken."
Nuanse cut up the roasted pheasant and distributed it to everyone.
"It's good that he is smart. He catches a few pheasants and they will come."
Bingzhi grabbed a chicken drumstick and gnawed it with relish.
Nuan Se raised his eyebrows, "Did I catch him? How could he remember that he caught it?"
Bingzhi's eyes flickered and she raised her eyebrows indifferently, "They're almost the same."
Ignoring Bingzhi's smug look, Nuanse distributed Chengdong's three chicken drumsticks to Chiyu, Wuyou and Liangsheng respectively.
Wuyou walked to Wen Xian and forced a smile, "Brother Xian, give me the chicken legs."
Wen Xian stiffened, glanced at the chicken drumstick Wuyou handed over, and frowned.
"He's not hungry, I can eat it myself."
After Wen Xian finished speaking, he stood up and left.
Ye Wuyou bit her lip, looked at Wen Xian's back, and wanted to cry in grievance, but she lowered her eyes to hide the tears in her eyes.
Nuan Se looked at Wen Xian's back in confusion, "What's wrong with the third child?"
Why does she feel that the third child seems unhappy
"He goes and has a look."
Han Xiao's eyes flickered, and she stood up and followed.
On the edge of the cliff, Han Xiao looked at Wen Xian's lonely back and felt a little distressed.
"I'm okay."
"Let's practice boxing with him." Wen Xian suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes full of pain and struggle.
Han Xiao's heart skipped a beat and he nodded blankly.
"ah"
Wen Xian punched Han Xiao fiercely, but Han Xiaodong ducked unconsciously.
Wen Xian's eyes were red, and he punched Han Xiao one after another.
Knowing that Wen Xian was in a bad mood, Han Xiao was not very smart, so he just dodged and occasionally received two punches.
On the cliff, two figures, one black and one red, were flying. From Yuanji's perspective, they looked like dancing butterflies.
The two fought for a long time, until both of them lost any strength, and then stopped.
Wen Xian closed his eyes and lay on the stone slab.
"I can't afford to be wrong." The tired voice was full of apology.
Han Xiao held the corners of his purple lips and didn't shut up, just staying with him quietly.
When eating in the morning, everyone's eyes were on Han Xiao.
"Second brother, no, no, no, third brother, did you hit me?"
Bingzhi bit her chopsticks and finally couldn't help but ask.
Everyone else also pricked up their ears, listening to Han Xiao's answer.
"Can he beat him?"
Han Xiao glanced at Bingzhi and picked up the rice with an expressionless expression.
Hearing this, everyone looked strangely at Wen Xian, who had a clean face, and then at Han Xiao, who was covered in bruises, and suddenly a black line fell on his face.
Wen Xian was eating his meal in silence.
"No, third child, then what happened to my face?" Nuan Se raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
"Gang." "
Han Xiao's face was not red and her heart was not beating as she said two words.
"Ahem."
Bingzhi suddenly choked and coughed desperately. Chi Yu, who was walking beside her, immediately felt happy for her.
Everyone else looked at Han Xiao with strange expressions.
Ye Wuyou put down his chopsticks and took out a box of ointment, "Brother Xiao, is that the ointment he asked Sister Sheng for before? He helped me apply it."
Han Xiao glanced at Wen Xian next to him, a hint of cunning flashed deep in his eyes.
"good."
Han Xiao put down his chopsticks and turned to Ye Wuyou.
Ye Wuyou opened the medicine box and carefully helped Han Xiao apply the medicine.
"He's full."
With a "pop" sound, Wen Xian put down the bowls and chopsticks and walked away with a cold face.
Nuanse frowned suddenly and put down the bowl and chopsticks dissatisfied.
"Then what's going on with the third child? Why is he always acting weird lately?"
Ye Wuyou's legs shook suddenly, and the ointment slid directly over Han Xiao's lips.
"Can't afford to be wrong."
Ye Wuyou came to his senses and immediately picked up the handkerchief to wipe off the ointment on Han Xiao's lips.
Seeing Ye Wuyou's distracted look, Han Xiao's eyes flickered, "He can do it by himself. I'll go check on the third child. He seems to be angry."
"Um."
Ye Wuyou nodded, handed the medicine box to Han Xiao, then stood up and left the main room.
In the courtyard, Wen Xian stands to the east of the crabapple tree.
Ye Wuyou pursed his lips and walked carefully behind Wen Xian.
"Brother Xian"
Hearing Ye Wuyou's voice, the anger in Wen Xian's heart suddenly surged again, and he left without even looking at Ye Wuyou.
Ye Wuyouxin felt a sharp pain and took a deep breath, "He will be waiting for me in the mountains tomorrow night."
Wen Xian's body stiffened and his legs tightened unconsciously.
After Ye Wuyou finished speaking, he turned around and left without waiting for Wen Xian's reply.
The breeze blew, and the begonia flowers fell with the wind. Wen Xian looked at the pink petals at his feet and did not move for a long time.
At night, Wen Xian kept tossing and turning in bed.
Han Xiao suddenly stood up from the bed and glared at Wen Xian, "I'm very reluctant to let him sleep. You can go if you want."
"Who said he asked to go?" Wen Xianjun blushed slightly and curled his lips.
Han Xiao raised her eyebrows, "I really don't want to go?"
"I'm not going." Wen Xian turned over irritably.
Han Xiao rolled her eyes lightly and sighed, "I'm so pitiful little Wuyou. It's so late now and the mountain is so cold. Maybe there are some spiritual beasts."
Before Han Xiao finished speaking, Wen Xian flew out.
Han Xiao curled her lips slightly, picked up the quilt and fell to the east again.
It's finally time to sleep.
Wen Xian rushed to Shanzai in one breath, but did not see Wuyou.
"Worry-free."
Unable to find Wuyou, Wen Xian became anxious and turned around, but was suddenly hugged from behind.