"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, he would end up losing more than he gained. He could only move his body slowly like a turtle, for fear that he would make too much noise. It was so big that it woke up the young man.
He was so busy that he was sweating profusely, but it was a pity that a certain person was so heartless that he slept better than anyone else. His brows sometimes wrinkled and sometimes relaxed, and he uttered one or two drunken words from time to time, and he was still cursing in his sleep. Whether he was good or bad or something like that, sometimes he would curse and cry again, and the tears would flow for a long time, and Yan Juexin would be soaked in tears and turn into a puddle of spring water. The key is that this little ancestor still cried for a while, while Not to mention that I was very tired from crying, and then I rested for a while and continued to cry again.
Yan Jue could only sit up obediently, hugging Ye Zijin and then coaxing and patting him, just like coaxing a child. Yan Jue was so tormented by Ye Zijin that he almost didn't sleep all night. When it dawned, the eyes in front of him The young man gradually fell into sleep, and he had to drowse his eyes for a while.
"My, my eyes hurt so much, Yan Jue." Ye Zijin said, rubbing his eyes randomly. He felt that his eyes hurt badly now.
"Stop rubbing it, be obedient. Brother, I will bring you an egg to apply on it later." Yan Jue sat down and handed over the sour plum soup. He also had eggs boiled in the pot, which he specially used to apply on the young man's eyes. Yes, now that I think about it, it’s almost done.
"My, my, brother, my eyes hurt so much. Is it a side effect of drinking? My body also hurts badly." Ye Zijin moved around, but still felt surprisingly sore.
(End of chapter)