After rebirth, the leader only wants to be with the shadow guard

Ying Shiyi raised his eyes to look at Lou Jingyu, his nose felt sore and tears welled up in his eyes.

He had never shed tears no matter how hard or tiring the training was over the years, but in the past few days it seemed that his eye sockets had become shallower and he wanted to cry when his master said a few words.

"Master..." The voice had become soft when he spoke.

He deeply felt that he was favored by his master and was held dearly in the palm of Lou Jingyu's hand.

The master has been clearing away all his worries these days.

Lou Jingyu rubbed his nose which had turned a little red, and looked at the pair of clear eyes which were covered with a layer of mist again.

But it made him feel sad.

Raising his hands and holding Ying Shiyi's face, Lou Jingyu wiped his tears with his fingertips.

"I brought you here today because I wanted my father and mother to be a witness."

"Shiyi, you can just stay with me. Whether you want to cry or laugh, just show it in front of me. You are the only love of my life. You don't need to worry about anything. Just be happy."

His words were so simple, but every word touched Ying Shiyi's heartstrings.

Ying Shiyi's eyes were suddenly filled with tears, like a spring about to overflow, and he nodded vigorously with tears in his eyes.

This little look made Lou Jingyu wonder whether he should feel sorry for her or give her a kiss first.

He teased Eleven, "Once you've agreed to it in front of your parents, you can't go back on your word."

Ying Shiyi immediately shook his head: "I won't regret it."

This was his extravagant hope in the past, but now it will become a reality, and he will not regret it.

Lou Jingyu laughed and wiped his tears with a handkerchief.

"It turns out that our Eleven is still a little crybaby. He has shed so many tears in the past few days. His eyes can't bear it if he keeps crying like this. Besides, shedding so many gold beans is worth a lot of money."

Ying Shiyi was amused by his words.

A person's tears are priceless only to those who love him.

"Thank you, Master."

Ying Shiyi felt so touched that it cannot be expressed in a few words. Thousands of words can only be used to describe it.

"Don't say thank you, say love instead."

Lou Jingyu's fingertips swept across the corners of his red eyes.

Ying Shiyi followed suit and said word by word: "I love you."

It seemed that because he had talked it out, Lou Jingyu had dispelled his last bit of worry. He no longer felt it was difficult to say such straightforward words.

He knew that it might take him a long time to truly change his mindset.

But now he also understands that his master's love is his confidence.

He will never doubt again, never dwell on trivial matters again, and never be sad and worried alone, thinking about things that will never happen.

Lou Jingyu lowered his head and kissed his lips, incredibly gently.

After the kiss, he reached out and hugged the person in front of him.

"eleven."

"Lou Weian."

"I love you too."

He said softly, but his tone was so firm.

The sun had risen high in the east and was hanging in the center of the sky. Its golden light sprinkled down, illuminating the figures of the two people leaning on each other in front of the two tombstones.

Only after Lou Jingyu and the others stopped crying did they take his hand and go back. The two of them walked up the bluestone steps step by step, discussing the arrangements for the Mid-Autumn Festival in the next two days.

Every time Lou Jingyu asked a question, Ying Shiyi had to think for a while before answering.

The sounds of conversations echoed back and forth among the quiet woods on the side peaks, adding a touch of human touch to the empty valley-like place.

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It was time for lunch when they returned. Lou Jingyu gave the hawthorn pills to Ying Shiyi and asked him to take one before the meal.

Ying Shiyi shook his head, "Master, I have a good appetite now, so you don't need to eat."

Hearing him say this, Lou Jingyu put the things back.

It seems that Duan Chunhui was right. Mood does affect appetite. I probably couldn’t eat in the past two days because I had something on my mind. Now that I’m in a better mood, I don’t need to eat this.

It’s quite good. After all, some ingredients in Hawthorn Pills can be considered medicine, so eat as little as possible.

After dinner, Uncle Jiang sent someone over to ask how to arrange all matters on August 15th. He had already made several lists and asked him to go and check them.

After drinking a bowl of mung bean soup, Lou Jingyu waved his hand and asked people to leave, saying that he would be there in a moment.

He put down the bowl, looked at Ying Shiyi who was still holding the bowl and drinking soup, and took his free hand to coax him.

"Eleven, can you take a nap first? I'll go to the study and come back to accompany you soon."

Ying Eleven narrowed his eyes, but still nodded.

Lou Jingyu smiled, wiped the corner of his mouth, stood up and was about to leave.

But when he reached the palace gate, perhaps as if he had a telepathic connection, he looked back before stepping out of the threshold.

Ying Shiyi was still holding the bowl, his posture unchanged, his eyes following him.

Lou Jingyu couldn't help but soften his heart.

He turned back, and Ying Eleven's eyes lit up.

"I shouldn't leave you alone. Come with me after you finish your soup." Lou Jingyu said with a smile.

It was just a lunch break, he should have thought that Eleven wanted to follow him.

Ying Shiyi's eyes lit up. He finished his soup in no time and was led by Lou Jingyu to the study room.

Uncle Jiang was already waiting here, and the servants beside him brought several long lists with something densely written on them.

After all, Mid-Autumn Festival is a major festival and should be celebrated well.

The list ranged from the rewards given to the church members during the Mid-Autumn Festival to the details of what kind of mooncake fillings the kitchen would make that day.

Uncle Jiang knew that this was a trivial matter and Lou Jingyu usually didn't care much about these festivals, so he listed them all and let Lou Jingyu just choose one.

But he was afraid that Lou Jingyu didn't have the patience, and in the end he would just stuff it back to him and let him decide.

"Eleven, take a look. Is there anything you like?" Lou Jingyu took the list and let Ying Shiyi take a look first.

Uncle Jiang raised his eyebrows. It seemed that this year might be different. The leader seemed to want to organize the festival well.

Lou Jingyu was exactly as he had imagined. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon was full and Eleven was by his side, so he wanted to spend a good time with him, so naturally he had to make good arrangements.

In the past, he could not quite understand the atmosphere and joy brought by the festival, but now he seemed to have some understanding.

It's great to spend the holidays with the people you love and leave happy memories.

Ying Shiyi looked at the various flowers, recipes, snacks and lantern styles on the list and was dazzled for a moment.

In fact, he is fine in every way and he celebrates holidays just like any other day.

If you are on a mission outside, then the holidays are no different from any other days. Instead, you have to be more careful to prevent any unexpected events from happening during the mission.

If it were in the church, it would just be some extra tips and food that you don't usually eat.

Now that my master is around, any snack I eat or any flower I see is good.

Ying Shiyi looked at the list and couldn't figure out what was going on, so he handed it back to Lou Jingyu as it was.

"Master, you decide. I can do anything."

Lou Jingyu held his hand and placed the list on the desk.

He glanced at the things above, thinking that among so many things there must be some that he likes and some that he dislikes, so how can he say that everything is okay?

He wanted to change Ying Shiyi's habit and let him know that he had many choices.