Yan Jue was always worried about Ye Zijin, fearing that the little ancestor would suddenly faint when he was walking halfway. He drank so much wine all at once, his brain was probably all mush, and yet he still managed to say that he wanted to walk home by himself.
"What? Why didn't you leave all of a sudden?" Yan Jue and Ye Zijin squatted together and asked softly. Just waiting for Ye Zijin to fall down so that he can catch him.
Ye Zijin looked at Yan Jue in confusion. After looking at him for a long time, he finally figured out who the person in front of him was. He shouted softly: "Brother, it's brother."
Ye Zijin screamed softly, and the sound flowed out of the honey jar like it was mixed with honey, slowly flowing on the tip of Yan Jue's heart. Yan Jue touched Ye Zijin's head and said, "Well, It’s my brother, he’s here, what’s wrong with the boy?”
"Brother, brother, brother..." Ye Zijin shouted as if he would never get tired. Yan Jue didn't mind Ye Zijin's annoyance and responded. Then he caught Ye Zijin's body and said, "What's wrong? Tell me to do it." What?"
"Brother, I'm tired and don't want to leave. I'm so sleepy and my head feels so dizzy." Ye Zijin sat on the ground shamelessly, then looked at Yan Jue and said, slowly lowering his long eyelashes, as if Fell asleep.
The wind at night is always cold. Although Ye Zijin is well-dressed, he can't sleep on the street like this. Besides, Ye Zijin's body has just recovered and gotten better. If it gets cold, he will probably be cold again by then. I will feel uncomfortable for a long time.
"Hey, brother, can you please carry me on my back, high on my back, okay? I'll take you home." Yan Jue squatted down, and Ye Zijin looked at Yan Jue curiously and ignorantly for a while, then put his hands on Yan Jue and said, " Come on, I want to fly high, I want to go home, I feel dizzy, I want to sleep." After saying that, Ye Zijin fell asleep behind Yan Jue.
Yan Jue carried Ye Zijin on his back and walked slowly. The evening wind blew the corners of Yan Jue's clothes, slowly swinging, and the shadow stretched the figure between them very long. Yan Jue thought, if this It's actually quite good to live like this all your life. Just like this, you will grow old in one glance.
"Sleep well, everything will be fine by tomorrow."
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"Well, my head, my head hurts so much." Ye Zijin couldn't help but groan in pain. His head seemed to contain many symbols. He felt like his brain was going to explode, and his body was sore. It hurts.
"Are you awake?" Yan Juegang walked in with a bowl of sour plum soup. Looking at Ye Zijin's wrinkled face, he couldn't help but speak softer.
"Well, my head hurts so much, my body hurts so much, everything hurts." Ye Zijin spat out sour water at Yan Jue, wishing he could stand in front of Yan Jue and tell him how he felt. He didn't know what was wrong, why when he woke up, it was as if he had participated in an 800-meter race and jumped one lap.
Yan Jue whispered in his heart, how could this not be a headache? Last night, he yelled all night long and insisted on sleeping with himself, so he just hugged himself and slept all night. He also thought about removing Ye Zijin's hand. He took it off, but as soon as he touched it, Ye Zijin started crying and acting coquettishly. Although he had a very uncomfortable sleep, he was so good that he could bear it and passed it. However, Ye Zijin was different from him. He was extremely coquettish and would definitely fall asleep again the next day. It's time to shout.
But the little ancestor finally closed his eyes. If he moved again and woke him up, it would be more than worth the loss in the end. He could only move his body slowly like a turtle...
(End of chapter)