Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

Chapter 6 The Sick Rice of the Messenger of the Underworld 1

Yan He could guess what it was thinking without even using his brain. His eyes fell on the rickety swing, and he was already thinking about how to play.

You can't play during the day, and you can't play at night.

You can't just have a supernatural incident without caring about the life and death of others, right?

Then her performance in the past few days may be directly doubled, and her merits will be indirectly lost for hundreds of years.

But let’s tease it first: [You don’t care about your master? ]

[Well……]

Because of her guilty conscience, the green leaves above her head began to sway involuntarily again: "Is it okay to go play for a while?" And hasn’t the master been here like this for so many years? There is also the aunt who takes care of me. ]

Moreover, they seemed to be of little help by staying in the ward, not even chatting with him for a while.

Might as well go swing down there.

Yan He said nothing.

But I think it makes sense.

The corner of his mouth hidden under the shadow of the brim of his hat was raised slightly, without even looking at the person behind him, and he didn't even bother to enter and exit the door normally like the previous two times.

It disappeared directly on the spot.

The entire ward was silent, as if the figure at the window had never appeared before.

His slender white hands paused slightly, and a second later he placed the book on the coffee table as if nothing had happened.

Shen Yi got up from the sofa and glanced in the direction of the window.

The aunt wiped the water off the surface of the dishes and chopsticks. When she heard the voice behind her, she subconsciously turned her head.

When he saw the person standing at the door, he put down the bowl in surprise, took out two pieces of paper and wanted to wipe his hands: "Is there anything wrong, young master? I'll get you whatever you need."

"I'm here, just tell me and go down for a walk."

"what?"

Auntie reacted instantly and wanted to take off her apron.

"You go about your business, I'll just sit downstairs and I'll be back soon."

"...That won't work. You just..." a few days ago

Before he finished speaking, he took back his words under Shen Yi's gaze.

Subconsciously he changed his words: "Don't you need to use a wheelchair?"

"No, I'm in good condition now."

Knowing his temper, Auntie stopped trying to persuade him.

"Then if you feel any discomfort, be sure to tell the medical staff downstairs."

"it is good."

This aunt had always taken care of Shen Zhe and Shen Yi at home when she was very young. Knowing that she cared about him, Shen Yi nodded and turned around and went out.

After the people left, the aunt sighed.

He put his apron back on and continued busy with what he was doing.

To say that the young master in the family has a good temper and a gentle personality is just superficial.

In fact, he is even more stubborn than the eldest young master. Perhaps because of being sick all the time, his personality is warm on the outside and cold on the inside.

When he didn't speak, just being looked at by him made me feel a little frightened.

It's a pity that he has such a fatal disease, otherwise he would be a very remarkable person.

There were many people walking in the small garden. Although Yan He came down, there were only three swings and the children were still lining up next to them.

Where is her turn?

What's more, if there is really no one around, and the swing suddenly swings, can it scare them to death?

Although she wanted to play, she recognized the reality and had no choice but to sit silently in the pavilion nearby.

Looking at Gadget, who was happily holding the rope of the swing, he looked somewhat resentful.

[You did have fun. ]

She was left watching helplessly.

Xiao Bian'an tilted his little head: [Shenjun, you can also play together. They can't touch you anyway. Let's sit together, or can you hold the other side? ]

[......]

No matter which scene it was, Yan He couldn't imagine it.

Somewhat bored, he turned his head and looked around. Not long after, a slender figure appeared in front of him.

Yousu?

Isn't he unable to speak?

Some people are really born to be dazzling. As long as they appear in a crowd, they will be stared at immediately.

Shen Yi walked very steadily and slowly with every step, but if he wasn't still wearing hospital clothes and looking a little sick, looking at his momentum, one would not have thought that he had just left the hell gate a few days ago.

Yan He just sat there, watching the person walk towards him step by step, and sat on the stone bench next to her without any hesitation.

"..."

Their eyes never met the whole time, and Shen Yi looked away after sitting down.

The suspicion she had just raised was dispelled a little bit.

She frowned and leaned slightly toward him. She originally wanted to ask him if she could see it, but she always felt that the scene was a bit scary, so she sat down silently.

If a normal person could see her, how could he not react at all?

But he was Yousu, so he cast a sideways glance at him: "You're not secretly holding back your bad feelings again, are you?"

"..."

Got no response.

The person sitting next to him didn't move at all, his eyes were elsewhere, and there was no feedback from his expression to his words.

Did you really misunderstand him?

Yan He then turned his head and looked at Bianhua again: "I want to play too."

[......]

[Hello. ]

[Um? Is the Lord God talking to me? ]

Xiao Bian, who had completely forgotten about the game, took the time to perfunctoryly say: "How about we come secretly in the middle of the night?" ]

[......]

It would really be a supernatural event.

Let alone patients, medical staff are frightened and depressed.

After the person beside him turned his attention away from himself, Shen Yi turned his eyes slightly, and through the black brim, he seemed to be able to see eyes full of yearning underneath.

He couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips, and lowered his eyes to hide the outpouring smile.

But he saw that the robe hanging down to the ground was slightly restrained because he was sitting.

Subconsciously, he stretched out his hand to lift it up, but there was no dust on it. His smile gradually faded away, and he silently retracted his hand.

Yan He turned his back to others and had no idea what was happening behind him.

But Bianhua, who was still giving her bad ideas, looked at her.

He was so shocked that he let go of his hands and fell from the rope.

It's obviously a transformed flower, but I don't know why her body shape is similar to that of a meatball in the small world.

After a long while, under Yan He's inexplicable gaze, he climbed up from the swing and revealed his little head.

He looked toward the pavilion eagerly.

[Shenjun...]

Some are undecided.

Does the master want the Lord God to know or does he not want the Lord God to know?

Is it better to let the Lord God know now or not let the Lord God know?

I tugged on the leaves above my head with some irritation.

It's really too difficult for it.