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.
Yan Jue couldn't help but laugh. If he hadn't seen Ye Zijin's eyes still clear, he would have really thought that this little ancestor was still so clingy after being drunk yesterday.
"Please be obedient, brother. Brother, let me go get the medicine for you. If you don't apply medicine to the wound on your forehead, it will not heal." Yan Jue sat down and coaxed.
Ye Zijin shook his head. He was just about to say something, or he remembered something, swallowed the words on his lips and said: "I, I, I know, I'm not not letting you get the medicine, I just, I just ." Ye Zijin's voice became weaker and weaker, as if it was spinning in his throat, and his eyes started to rain again.
Fortunately this time, Yan Jue said quickly with sharp eyes and mouth: "Don't cry. If you cry again, your eyes will hurt even more, and my brother will feel distressed again." Yan Jue saw that Ye Zijin wanted to cry again, and he immediately wanted to give it to him. The little ancestor knelt down, wishing that he was the one crying now. How could his body bear it when he was always like this
"I won't cry, I won't cry. I will wait for you here obediently. You, can you hurry up?" Ye Zijin said pitifully, his eyes moistened by the spring rain focusing on Yan Jue.
Yan Jue nodded, found the medicine box and eggs as fast as he could in his life, and then ran back quickly. It only took about three minutes. When Yan Jue ran back to the bedroom, Ye Zijin was waiting eagerly, wishing he could come down and follow Yan Jue. When Yan Jue came back, he was in high spirits.
"Brother." Ye Zijin called sweetly, with a pair of sweet little pear dimples showing at the corners of his mouth. Yan Jue breathed a sigh of relief. At least, the little ancestor didn't cry anymore. He wiped it.
(End of chapter)