When Ye Xiuyuan heard Xiao Mo calling Ye Zijin as Zijin, he was almost jealous. He had begged the young man for so many days before calling him Xiuyuan, but the young man and Ye Zijin had no trouble getting along. In less than a day, they called him Zijin so intimately.
Ye Xiuyuan felt that he was not well. He could only look at Ye Zijin coldly, but he did not dare to say any sarcastic or hostile words to Ye Zijin.
One is because of Ye Zijin’s life experience, and the Ye family is destined to owe him, and the other is because of the young man.
Xiao Mo noticed that Ye Xiuyuan's cold gaze was directed towards Ye Zijin, and immediately intercepted him halfway. She was like a mother chicken desperately protecting her chicks. Her fierce eyes seemed to be a silent warning. Xiu Yuan at night, if you dare to touch him, try it.
Ye Xiuyuan: "."
He felt an unprecedented sense of frustration. The young man had already confirmed his relationship with him, but why did Ye Zijin suddenly appear in the middle of the road? Everything became different. The young man felt as if he had been poisoned, and his heart skipped a beat. Ye Zijin was afraid that someone would touch her treasure.
Xiao Mo didn't want Ye Xiuyuan to follow him, firstly because the anger in her heart had not subsided, and secondly because she wanted to be alone with Ye Zijin to awaken the memory of trying to awaken Ye Zijin.
Ye Xiuyuan saw Xiao Mo's determined look and knew that there was no hope for him. He just returned to the room dejectedly. Just before closing the door, he was still looking at Xiao Mo pitifully with his little eyes, hoping Xiao Mo was able to change his mind.
But who knew that Xiao Mo didn't believe this at all now, and left without even looking at Ye Xiuyuan, holding Ye Zijin's hand.
When leaving, Ye Zijin glanced back at Ye Xiuyuan. His resentful look made Ye Zijin tremble all over. He always felt like he had been written down.
Xiao Mo took Ye Zijin to a nearby park. Whether it was because it was still early or because it was snowing, there were very few people in the park, which gave Ye Zijin more space to appreciate the plum blossoms.
The plum blossoms are three points whiter than the snow, but the snow loses its soul to the plum blossoms.
This poem is perfectly suitable for this situation. Ye Zijin enjoyed plum blossoms for the first time on a snowy day, or in other words, he went out for the first time when it snowed.
When he was young, although he was not as naughty as other children, he was very eager to play with other children. However, due to his physical condition, he could only watch them playing and playing through the window, and he could only stay in silence. In a small world.
He finally understood why he couldn't draw the proud snowy plum blossoms. If he didn't see it with his own eyes, how could his pen be filled with emotion? How can a few words defeat the shock of seeing it with your own eyes
Ye Zijin took a deep breath and said, "Thank you, Xiao Mo." Thank you for knowing my thoughts and coming to show me this Aoxue Hanmei. Thank you for seeking medical treatment for my broken body. Thank you for giving me unprecedented care. care
"You're welcome. If you really want to thank me, kid, please call me brother." Xiao Mo said teasingly, like a street bully teasing a decent woman.
Ye Zijin smiled and called out softly: "Brother!" Ye Zijin's voice was very soft and soft. It sounded like a warbler singing, or like the sound of a jade being struck.
(End of chapter)