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The chicken soup with bamboo shoots tastes very good. The stewed chicken is soft and tender. The half bowl of soup in Wen Zijin's hand quickly bottomed out. When he was about to refill the soup, he found that Sister Ye had only taken a few sips of the soup.

"Sister Ye doesn't like this soup?" Wen Zijin stopped holding the soup and asked.

"No." Ye Ran returned to his senses and held the wooden spoon between his fingers, and met those dark eyes, "It's hot, the soup is a little hot."

The girl in front of her didn't doubt it, but filled another bowl of soup on her own, with the corners of her bright red lips slightly raised and said: "You really need to be careful when drinking soup."

Wen Zijin held the soup bowl and blew it, and just took a sip carefully, but after finishing the second bowl of soup, there was still more than half of Sister Ye's bowl of soup left.

"Young master likes soup very much?" Ye Ran caught a glimpse of the moist lips that were soaked in the soup, held the wooden spoon in his hand slightly between his fingers, and looked away a little.

"En." Wen Zijin lowered his head and bit the chicken, then took a mouthful of white rice with a wooden spoon, chewed slowly with his cheeks slightly puffed up, maybe it was a little hot, his white and tender face was slightly flushed, and the tip of his nose was bubbling. sweat.

It was only then that Ye Ran realized that this thin looking girl was eating a lot more than before.

Wen Zijin, who was eating seriously, suddenly noticed someone looking towards this direction, and his chewing movement also slowly stopped.

Could it be that he ate too fast and scared Sister Ye?

Wen Zijin hurriedly reached out to pick up the handkerchief beside him and wiped his mouth, then deliberately slowed down his eating speed.

Ye Ran didn't understand the girl's sudden change and said, "Young master, are you full?"

"No, Zijin can still eat another bowl of rice." Wen Zijin answered with eyebrows bent, and suddenly remembered that Sister Ye hadn't finished a bowl of soup, but she had already had two bowls of soup plus a bowl of white rice.

Hmm, it seems like I ate a little too much.

The smile on Wen Zijin's face dropped, and he changed his words hesitantly: "Actually, Zijin is almost full."

The girl's mind was spinning and turning, and she didn't get a real answer when she asked aloud, and Ye Ran couldn't figure it out for a while.

After half a month like this, it was Qingming, and the weather finally turned sunny and it started to rain again.

Coupled with the fact that the weather has turned cold again, a respected senior member of the Wen family passed away, and Father Wen hurried back to Jingzhou City from the capital.

There are more than a hundred memorial tablets in the Wen family ancestral hall, and the ring-shaped incense sticks are hung on the side, and the side branches of the Wen family, which are rarely seen in ordinary times, are also gathered together.

The college was on holiday for three days, and the whole Jingzhou city was filled with the smell of incense. The road to the ancestral grave buried in the deep mountains and forests to the west of Jingzhou city was really difficult to walk.

Some roads have been covered by overgrown weeds, and the small thorns on the thorns are very painful.

Wen Zijin, dressed in white mourning clothes, walked along with Wen's father during the long discharge from the army.

White paper money was strewn everywhere, the sky was not yet bright, and the fog in the mountains was very thick.

The light of the lantern was a little dim, even if there were people around, but Wen Zijin had never been to the deep mountains and old forests, he always felt that there would be an evil spirit jumping out of the weeds.

After all, ghosts can be encountered in Jingzhou City, not to mention that there must be many, many ghosts in this barren mountain.

On the shoulders of the person in front was a kid with only the upper body, with blood dripping from the corners of the kid's eyes, he turned his head to look at Wen Zijin, the fangs in his mouth looked sharp and murmured: "It tastes so delicious. "

Wen Zijin suddenly stopped, and saw that the person in front continued to walk forward unaware.

"Zijin?" Father Wen called out in confusion.

"En." Wen Zijin hurriedly responded, followed Father Wen closely, and then looked at the brat, but there was nothing.

Perhaps it is dazzled.

It was already noon when he returned home from the mountain forest, Wen Zijin didn't even eat, and went directly to the inner room to sleep for most of the day.

When he woke up again, it was already a little dark outside, and the whole inner room was very dark. Wen Zijin wanted to sit up, but found that he couldn't move at all, and the waiter outside didn't notice anything unusual.

The gauze hanging beside the bed swayed, the room was very quiet, and suddenly a dark shadow approached.

This shadow is a little different from a human being, like several thick ropes trapped in one place, with red eyes shining, long shadows, meandering approaching movements, slow as if a little clumsy due to its huge size.

The hissing sound echoed in my ears, Wen Zijin felt like falling into ice, trembling from the cold, this is not a snake, it is clearly a giant python!

Wen Zijin yelled out in fright, with sweat dripping down his cheeks, the waiter outside asked, "What's wrong, young master?"

The inner room was very bright, the lamps had already been turned on early, Wen Zijin slowed down his breathing, and just now came to his senses, it was just a dream.

On weekdays, the servants are always waiting outside. In the dream, the servants appeared strangely in the inner room. He hadn't realized it before, but now that his mind is calm, he figured it out.

It was just a dream.

The next day, the teacher gave a lecture, and Wen Zijin carefully recorded it with a book in his hand, feeling that it was no different from the past.

But the teacher who was reading the scriptures asked aloud: "Young master, didn't you rest last night?"

Wen Zijin stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, "Well, maybe it's because I was too tired from going into the mountains yesterday."

For such a big person, Wen Zijin really couldn't say something like having nightmares.

After all, they are already thirteen, and it's time for ordinary women to talk about marriage.

Ye Ran's brows and eyes on the side turned slightly, and his eyes fell on the light blue eyes of the girl, it was true that he had not had a good rest.

Zi Xi didn't ask any further questions, but just confessed that she would write poems silently so that Wen Zijin could get ready, and then she sat down and drank tea to rest.

Yesterday was still a bit chilly, but today it was suddenly sunny again, and the sunlight outside the pavilion was a bit dazzling.

Wen Zijin stretched out his hand to study the ink, his brows and eyes were much more serious than usual, and that frightening nightmare came to mind.

This isn't the first time I've had this dream.

When his thoughts were distracted, Wen Zijin suddenly caught a glimpse of a slight movement of the potted plants placed on the edge of the teacher's back seat.

There is a small green snake among the blue branches and leaves, as if hiding from the sun, hiding in the shade of the branches and leaves, I saw the little snake trying to climb towards the teacher's sleeve robe, Wen Zijin hurriedly called: "Sir!"

On the opposite side, Zi Xi flipped through the book and answered, "What's the matter?"

"Sir, don't move, there is a small snake in your right sleeve." Wen Zijin put down the inkstone nervously, and wanted to find a wooden stick.

Zixi stretched out her hand to hold the little green snake, and easily played with it in her palm, "This little guy is called Zhuyeqing, it's poisonous."

amount……

Mister is really amazing, he actually caught the little snake just like that.

Wen Zijin was a little scared and didn't dare to approach, she glanced occasionally and then quickly retracted.

"Young master is afraid of snakes?" Zi Xi looked at Ye Ran as if he had discovered something interesting, and then looked at Wen Zijin, who was obviously scared, "Snakes are not scary, they are only this big on the left and right, but pythons are not. Same."

Wen Zijin, who was already terrified, was taken aback by what he said, and thinking of the nightmare, he didn't dare to look at the little snake anymore, so he just nodded.

Zi Xi put the small snake in the palm of his hand to the shadow of the potted plant, took a sip of the tea and said, "Snake or python, which one is you more afraid of, young master?"

"Zijin, I'm afraid." Wen Zijin originally wanted to avoid this topic, but the husband asked the question, so he could only answer truthfully.

"Snakes have poison, they kill their prey with one blow, but pythons rely on their huge size, and they like to exhaust their prey's mentality, tormenting their prey and exhausting their physical strength, so they can swallow their prey alive. What does the little boy think between the two?" Worse?"

That's right, Zixi has been bullied so badly recently, she feels uncomfortable but can't beat it, so she can only think of other ways to toss.

Wen Zijin picked up a pen and replied hesitantly: "They are all killing, so there is probably no difference."

Unable to get a satisfactory answer, Zi Xi wanted to ask again, and Ye Ran, who was sitting silently on the other side, flicked a drop of tea between his fingers.

Zixi hurriedly dodged sideways, only to see that drop of tea passed through the stone pillars in the pavilion, luckily dodging quickly, otherwise there would be a hole in her body.

A cold heart came from that side: If you dare to teach indiscriminately, you can try?

How arrogant!

But Zixi couldn't beat it, so he could only admit defeat.

In the afternoon, after Wen Zijin finished writing the poems silently, the teacher left the backyard. During this period of time, he always ate with Sister Ye, and it became a habit.

The waiter prepared the food and left the pavilion. Before Wen Zijin passed the soup in his hand, he heard a woman beside him say: "If the young master is tired, I won't talk about the scriptures this afternoon. The important thing is to rest earlier. thing."

"Zijin is not tired." Wen Zijin blew on the soup bowl, took a sip and said in a low voice: "Zijin likes to listen to those stories told by Sister Ye."

Ye Ran stared blankly at the serious girl in front of her, and only after a long time did she look away, the corners of her lips pursed slightly and said softly, "I won't tell a story today."

Hey?

Wen Zijin stared blankly at the serious-looking woman in front of her. She didn't recover for a moment, and she didn't even evade when her cold fingertips touched her eyes.

"What did you do at night?" Ye Ran gently rubbed the light blue mark with her fingertips.

"No, Zijin didn't do anything." Wen Zijin didn't understand the meaning of the words.

Before the words fell, the cool hand left suddenly, and Ye Ran'e looked at the lying girl with a slight frown.

Wen Zijin was very nervous and said softly: "Zijin had a nightmare at night, and he really didn't do anything else bad."

Ye Ran relaxed his expression and asked, "But what kind of ghost did you dream about again?"

I also heard the girl mention it several times in fear when she was young.

"No." The girl looked at Ye Ran with bright eyes, her tight lips parted a little rosy, "Zijin dreamed of a giant python last night."

Ye Ran was slightly stunned and didn't respond, but his figure was very stiff, and the surrounding area suddenly became chilly.

She can't remember the past.

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