How could he endure it? He couldn't bear to hold Ye Zijin in his arms and comfort him. How could he be willing to make him so sad? "It's all my brother's fault. He made you worry. Don't be afraid, little Jin'er. My brother will always be here." Yan Jue said softly while holding Ye Zijin.
Ye Zijin cried and trembled, and then said to Yan Jue with eyes red from crying: "Brother, brother, brother, you won't abandon me, right?" Ye Zijin hugged Yan Jue like this. His neck was eager to know Yan Jue's answer. His eyes seemed to be soaked in the most thorough water, full of pure meaning, just like when Yan Jue first saw Ye Zijin, but now Ye Zijin Jin's eyes were a little more dependent.
That dependence is deep in the bone marrow and difficult to let go. It is also the result of Yan Jue's hard work for hundreds of years. Yan Jue thought that even if Ye Zijin told him now that he wanted to kill himself, he would not even frown. Wrinkly agreed.
"Well, I will never abandon you. No matter where you are, remember to look back. My brother will always be behind you. Even if one day you get tired of me and wish me to die, my brother also hopes that he will , I died in your hands..." In this way, maybe hundreds of years later, you may still be able to think of yourself, and you will not feel that you paid that life in vain.
Yan was definitely not joking about these words. He had thought this many times in his previous life. Whenever those righteous old men shouted at him to kill him, several times, he thought, what if they appeared in front of him? It wasn't these ants that he was tired of seeing, it was the younger brother that he doted on, telling him how there could be good things in evil ways, and what he would do when the time came.
Maybe he was more sad than angry. At that time, I was afraid that I didn't even have the willpower to resist. After all, it was better to die at the hands of Xiao Jin'er than to die at the hands of those hypocritical old men. He didn't hate or complain, he just felt that , and felt it was a bit of a pity that he had not gone to Qingfeng Valley with Xiao Jin'er, and had not tasted with him how sweet the tea made by Qingfeng was, nor had he enjoyed the scenery with him. As the sun sets, I still feel a little reluctant to think about it...
After Ye Zijin died in his previous life, he often thought like this. If any one of them would be cruel, the ending would be different. He didn't need to wait for hundreds of years of long nights, and he didn't need to wait for hundreds of years. No need... no need to endure the pain of reincarnation, no need to endure the pain of angina.
"Brother, brother, don't frown, just like this, you look good." Ye Zijin once again stretched out his hand to smooth Yan Jue's eyebrows, just like before. He didn't like to see Yan Jue frowning, as if he were seeing a little old man thinking about something, surprisingly deep.
"Well, brother, listen to you. If your head still hurts, let me blow it for you." Yan Jue blew for a while, but his forehead was still swollen. He placed Ye Zijin on the broad tree, and Ye Zijin was obedient. Sitting on the broad tree and looking at Yan Jue, he looked like a little kitten waiting for his master to return.
"Be obedient and wait for brother here. If he doesn't leave, he will go to the kitchen to get eggs and then some ointment, okay." Yan Jue gently tugged on his sleeve that was tightly grasped by the boy. He still didn't let go, but looked at Yan Jue stubbornly, as if Yan Jue had no chance of leaving today.
(End of chapter)