If you wear it fast, you will return the scum

The mute is agile and diligent in doing things, Feng Xiu is very satisfied with this guy.

Recently, the business of the candy store has improved a lot. He heard people say that the dumb guy is good-looking. Half of the girls in the neighborhood came to see him, and half of them came to see the dumb guy.

He has met many good-looking people in his life, Jing Yilan and Nie Rujiu are all very good-looking men, even Leng Fengying, whom he has never liked, has a good appearance.

But these are of no great use to him. Whether the dumb is good-looking or ugly doesn't matter much to him, anyway, he can't see it.Even if this person looks like a fairy, it is a waste in front of him.

The life of Fengxiu is very simple. Apart from selling candy and taking a nap, the most he does is playing the flute.

Except for the one piece his mother taught him, he couldn't play most of the tunes, but every time he did something, the mute would always come over, even playing the flute.

Once, Feng Xiu laughed at him: "I always feel that if you can talk, you will definitely laugh at me for playing badly."

But Jing Yilan grabbed his hand and stroked in his palm: "No, it sounds good."

Feng Xiu didn't care whether he was telling the truth or a lie, she held on to the armrest and was about to get up.

But when he was halfway up, he suddenly felt heart palpitations, and then he fell down and fell into the reclining chair.The reclining chair was hit like this, and it took him to swing, shaking the already uncomfortable wind sleeves even more dizzy.

Jing Yilan was frightened half to death, hurriedly pressed down on the rattan chair, and helped up the wind sleeve.

Feng Xiu clutched his chest, his brows that were so painful were frowned.

Jing Yilan was about to disregard his status to use internal force to heal his injuries, so he raised his head again and said to Jing Yilan: "Behind the counter, in that little basket, bring me the things in the bag."

Jing Yilan thought it was medicine, so she hurried to get it, but when she found it, she found it was a bag of sugar.

He put the sugar bag in Fengxiu's hand, and seeing that he had one free hand, he took a grain out of the sugar bag, peeled off the wrapper and ate it.

The sweet taste entered his mouth, and the pain in his chest seemed to have eased a lot.

Feng Xiu smiled slightly, and his wrinkled face began to relax.

Jing Yilan stayed at the side, watching his changes, afraid that he would get poisoned if he was not careful.

Feng Xiu heard his shallow breathing and knew he hadn't left yet.

He shook it twice and said to him, "I'm fine."

Jing Yilan couldn't tell what it was like for a while, she felt that he didn't cherish her body very much, and felt that she didn't have the right to criticize him.

"It's an old problem. It used to be once a month, but it happened twice this month." He said with sugar in his mouth.

Jing Yilan wrote on his hand: I'll take you to see a doctor.

Feng Xiu tilted his head slightly, waiting for him to finish writing.When the mute was writing, he would stop and slowly distinguish what he was writing.Sometimes he would admit his mistakes, and the mute would write again at this time.

"No, the doctor can't cure it." He smiled and shook his head.

Jing Yilan felt distressed when she saw it, she reached out her hand to touch him, but at the end she timidly retracted it.

In fact, Feng Xiu also knew in his heart that the more frequent the attack, the sooner the barrier would be broken.

Poison and internal strength are two kinds of things, and they are not antidote. The poison is pervasive, and it can't be blocked for a long time.

He suddenly felt some emotion, and also had some desire to confide.

He tilted his head in the direction of the mute, like a normal person trying to see a person clearly.

He said: "This poison is something left to me by one person."

Jing Yilan was wondering, Feng Xiu said again: "A knight..."

There was a hint of a smile on his lips, as if he had thought of something interesting: "Wearing a white suit, a crown, and loose hair, he looks like a hero who travels the rivers and lakes in picture books. It's just that he is cold, like an iceberg. of."

He chewed the candy, and in the dizzy sweetness, he said to him: "He can be regarded as a friend of mine, but he is not. With my status, everything is considered high-ranking."

He shook his head and said, "Let's not talk about him anymore, let's talk about something else."

Jing Yilan quietly waited for him to start another conversation.

The candy in Feng Xiu's mouth had already been eaten, so he peeled another one and put it in his mouth, and talked about another topic: "This shop is fine, I exchanged it with one person's money."

Feng Xiu blinked, and said: "A very rich old man, I took his money bag, and I also took a bank note hidden in his coat."

Jing Yilan didn't interrupt him, but just listened to him rambling about his past.

"That old man, speaking of it, is still my own father. I was about to die at that time, but he asked me to keep this life. If I keep it, I will keep it. I survived and he died too. I never begged him to save me, he saves me when he wants to save me, and dies when he wants to die, it has nothing to do with me." When Feng Xiu said these words, he was very calm, as if he was telling someone else's story.

But Jing Yilan could think of the situation just by listening.

"He's dead. Before he died, he wanted me to call him father." Feng Xiu tilted his head, with a hint of playfulness on his face.

He asked, "Do you think I yelled or not?"

He didn't give the mute time to react, he just said to himself: "I didn't shout. He sold me back then, and I was waiting for him to come back to me, waiting for him to admit me, waiting for him to take me home, but He never came. He came when I was about to die, begging me to call him dad. How can there be such a good thing in the world, throw it away if you want, and don’t want it if you don’t want it. He treats me well only because of me It's his own son. If I wasn't, he wouldn't save me, and he wouldn't treat me that well. He just wants to be good to his 'son', not me. It seems that I am not dead, for them For people, it’s just a matter of one sentence.”

He crushed the candy in his mouth, lowered his voice, and said, "I don't want what he gave me. If he wants to be my father, he should be. I won't call him a word in my life. Of course he won't listen." Come on, he's dead."

When he said this, he smiled self-deprecatingly and asked, "Is it funny?"

Jing Yilan didn't answer, but wrote "No" on his hand.

Feng Xiu exhaled the stale breath buried in his chest, although he said it was calm and breezy, he still cared a little bit after all.It's just that he hates Leng Qiangrong more than he loves this father.

He spent half his life, and most of the suffering he suffered came from this biological father.

It would be good if he didn't spit on Leng Qiangrong's tombstone, so how could he feel sympathy for him.

Jing Yilan thought of his life experience, thought of his experience, and felt the same.But what he can feel may be only one percent of what this person is going through, and he can't get involved in his past, let alone bear it for him.

Even himself was one of the culprits who hurt him.

"I'm sick, so you can treat it as a sickness. But me, I managed to survive. Although I can't say when I'll die, but before I die, I have to live a good life for a few days. With the sugar in his mouth, he licked it back and forth with his tongue, trying desperately to absorb the sweetness on it, as if he wanted to chew out the sweetness from his bitter life.

Jing Yilan suddenly understood where his optimism from before came from, Xu knew that he was bound to be lonely in this life, so he could only enjoy himself while suffering as if desperately.

[System prompt: The branch character Jing Yilan has a love value of +5, a regret degree of +8, a current love value of 90, and a regret degree of 88. 】

He lowered his head and rubbed the sore corners of his eyes, then looked up and found that Feng Xiu had fallen asleep.

His chest rose and fell slightly, he looked like a teenager when he was awake, but he looked like a child when he was asleep.

Jing Yilan took a blanket, covered him, and guarded him until he woke up.

Fengxiu rested for a while, and he was much better.

He was about to get up and do something, but was pushed back on the couch by the mute.

The mute took up his work, busying himself in the candy shop.

Fengxiu listened to his footsteps coming and going, the guests asking questions, and the dumb voice filling candy.

The situation was so peaceful and quiet that he fell asleep again without knowing it.

The next day was busy buying goods, Fengxiu got up before dawn, he woke up the mute who was sleeping behind the cabinet, and asked him to go to the market with him.

Jing Yilan hurriedly dressed and washed, followed his footsteps.

Feng Xiu was inconvenient to do things, Jing Yilan kept following him, stretching out his hand to separate the crowd for him.

Feng Xiu didn't know it, but said to him at the end of the walk: "There are not as many people today as before."

Jing Yilan looked at the bustling crowd, just smiled.

Feng Xiu went to the shop he frequented to buy sugar, Jing Yilan helped him count the goods, paid the money, and then returned.

Jing Yilan was carrying two baskets of things, and it was only when he followed out that Feng Xiu was arguing with someone.

In fact, it wasn't a big deal, it was just that Feng Xiu didn't count the number of steps properly when he went out, and accidentally bumped into someone.

It's fine to bump into someone else, maybe it's over after an apology, but that person is a well-known bully in the city, the prefect's nephew.

Sun Qixing was going to fight crickets with others today, the appointment was better, he went out happily, he wanted to win a good fortune, but in the end it was a catastrophe before it arrived, and he was stepped on the thick cloud boots step on, and trampled the tops of his boots into ashes.

"You're blind." Sun Qixing scolded, saw no one answered after scolding, turned around to look, only to find that he scolded right this time, and he was actually blind.

Feng Xiu stood there in a daze, knowing that he had made a mistake, and quickly said: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

On weekdays, Sun Qixing might scold him and let it go.But today he was just happy, but this kick and this knocked his interest down.Those who like to gamble pay attention to luck.

It's just the beginning today, and we have encountered such difficulties, how can we still win the cricket fight?

So he immediately sank his face, and shouted: "I don't care whether you did it on purpose or not, you stained my uncle's boots, how do you solve this matter?"

Although Feng Xiu couldn't see it, he could guess the expression of this person.He didn't want to fight with others, so he showed his weakness first and said: "Then let me wipe it clean for you."

He followed the sound and wanted to squat down, but a hand stretched out from the side and grabbed him.

Jing Yilan protected him behind him, staring at Sun Qixing.

When Sun Qixing was watched by him, he felt a chill spread from his head to his toes.He still doesn't know that this thing is murderous, he only thinks that this person deliberately scares him.

At this time, several servants of Sun Qixing rushed over and rushed behind Sun Qixing, with a posture of many stars holding the moon.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Feng Xiu also seemed to be aware of the sense of tension, he quickly smoothed things over and said: "My lord, I'm really sorry, this is my buddy, he's a mute."

"Mute? Dumb and blind, it's really interesting." He rolled his eyes and said, "But I'm not here to do good deeds. You've offended me today. What do you think should I do?"

Jing Yilan frowned, even though he was far away just now, but he had sharp eyes and ears, all Feng Xiu and his words fell into his ears.

He forgot to look down and saw that young master Sun's boots were stained with dust, so he immediately took out a soft cloth from his sleeve to wipe it off for him.

"Wait, did I ask you to wipe it like this? Kneel down and wipe it for me." Seeing him bow his head, Sun Qixing not only didn't let it go, but intensified it.

Hearing this, Jing Yilan narrowed her eyes, and a cold light suddenly flashed in her eyes.

Feng Xiu grabbed Jing Yilan's sleeve and said, "I'll do it."

But Sun Qixing refused to give way, saying: "If I let this mute come, he will come and scare me, you are capable."

His arrogance reminded Jing Yilan of his childhood full of darkness and gloom, even though he was groveling at that time, even though he was trying to earn a living, he kept those days in his heart all the time, as if he didn't want to reveal the truth. Like a scar.

But now the old things are happening again, although he has the ability to kill him, he can't kill him.

This person is obviously the local snake here, if he had left in normal times, with a little effort, these dog legs would not be able to catch up to him no matter what.

But it's different now, he has wind sleeves behind him, he came here for atonement, and has been hiding his identity, how can he easily reveal this veil now.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally bent his knees slowly, kneeling on the bluestone pavement.

Watching him kneel down and wipe his boots, Sun Qixing was finally satisfied.

After he finished wiping, Sun Qixing kicked him away and ordered his subordinates to push down the two baskets of sugar that Jing Yilan had put on the side of the road.

"Next time I see you, sir, pay attention to me." Sun Qixing glanced at them contemptuously, and said, "It's just a sugar peddler, so what's the big deal."

He took another cricket box and walked away with his men.

Feng Xiu hurriedly helped him up, and said to him: "I'm sorry, I got you into trouble."

Jing Yilan wrote the word "it's okay" in the palm of his hand, and then led him to the side, and together they cleaned up the candy on the ground.

Fortunately, those candies were all wrapped in sugar wrappers, and most of them were intact except for a small part stained with dust.

After Fengxiu waited for the mute to tell him the situation in handwriting, he was also relieved.

On the way back, Jing Yilan didn't say a word, but after putting down her things, she grabbed Feng Xiu and came over to check him carefully to see if he was injured.

When Feng Xiu had received such treatment, he was flattered immediately.

But when he was looked at this way and that by the mute, he suddenly felt a little emotional.

Jing Yilan raised her head to look at him, and saw that there was a look of nostalgia on his face, before he could ask carefully, Feng Xiu had already said, "I don't know why, I always feel that you look like a person... ..."

Jing Yilan was stunned, grabbed his hand, and wrote on his hand: "What kind of person is it?"

After Feng Xiu identified it, he thought about it carefully, and said with a smile: "He, he is someone I have liked before."