Mr. Jiang is not driving today

What Xie Huiyin saw became the final scene of the "Gong Zheng Rebellion Case".

Such a tragic scene is enough to make people lose their will. Xie Huiyin fell to the ground softly, his muscles and bones were weak, and he lost even half of his strength. Seeing Lin Zhengxin fainted from grief, his mind also seemed to have a beehive burst. Even when Ying Yisheng walked back to him, brushed away his messy hair, and held his face in his hands, Xie Huiyin was still sleepwalking, staring blankly at him. , neither dodge nor dodge.

He thought vaguely that it was useless to hide.

Ying Yisheng put his hands on his face, examined him carefully, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Xie Huiyin's small Adam's apple was rolling hard under a thin layer of skin. He wanted to say something, ask something, but he was afraid.

He was afraid that if he asked, he would become one of these countless corpses.

He was afraid that Ying Yisheng would crush his own skull.

He was afraid that he was a fish of swordsman who came to his door. Ying Yisheng might have forgotten that he was a fish that slipped through the net. When he saw such a scene, he would definitely be silenced...

Just so belatedly afraid, the limp Xie Huiyin was dragged by the back of Ying Yisheng's collar, leading him down Wuxian Mountain step by step.

When Xie Huiyin regained his ability to move, the two were already on Mount Lanke, a hundred miles away from Wuxian Mountain.Ying Yisheng stood by an abandoned thatched cottage on the mountainside for a moment, let go of Xie Huiyin's collar, and kicked him: "Hurry up and get me a drink."

Xie Huiyin hurriedly scrambled and scrambled to control his hands and feet, which were still not as he wanted, and went down the mountain to make wine in the nearby Lanke Town.

Although he was confused, all the people in Bingquan Cave died, and the mass runaway of ice silkworms was too tragic. His hopeful smile, thinking of the light ball he held out in his palm last night, thinking of his argument about gods...

... But he still couldn't figure out why Ying Yisheng would kill a disciple of his own family while talking and laughing, and he couldn't figure out why Ying Yisheng wanted to avenge his master since he had a grudge against Lin Zhengxin.

He only vaguely felt that Ying Yisheng's move completely ruined his stable life.

As the only disciple who survived on Gongzheng Mountain, it is impossible for him to stay there again.In the eyes of others, I was taken out of Bingquan Cave by Ying Yisheng, and I jumped from a lowly disciple to Ying Yisheng's close servant. I must have been loved and treated differently by Ying Yisheng, and I would naturally be regarded as Ying Yisheng. Yisheng's party.

But...Ying Yi stated that he could kill himself, and it was considered a one-hundred-and-a-half-hundredth of a year. If he completely cut off the fetters, why did he take himself away?

Xie Huiyin has an advantage, he won't think too much about things he doesn't understand, which will only increase his distress.

He didn't have any decent friends on Wuxian Mountain. Xie Huiyin couldn't tell how he felt about their deaths. Therefore, compared with the pity for their deaths, compared with the fear of facing Yisheng, he always felt regretful. Those who make up most of their emotions.

He exchanged his jade cicada for half a year's rice wine with a wine shop in Lanke Town. If Ying Yisheng wanted to drink it, he could pick it up anytime during the half year.

He returned to the thatched cottage in the mountains with a jug of hot wine in his hand. He was greeted by a brand new house and shiny windows.

In just half an hour when he went down the mountain, Ying Yisheng actually rebuilt and refurbished the place.

Xie Huiyin was stunned for a few seconds before picking up the jug and walking into the room sullenly.

Ying Yisheng leaned on a soft mattress, looked at Xie Huiyin with a half-smile, Xie Huiyin was like serving Ying Yisheng in the Wuyu Pavilion, walked to the bed, knelt down and served the wine: "Senior brother, this The local wine is definitely not as good as that on Wuxian Mountain..."

Before he finished speaking, Xie Huiyin felt his hand lighten, Ying Yisheng took his wine pot, and said with a smile: "Little brother, why don't you run away?"

Xie Huiyin said truthfully: "...I don't know where I'm going to go." He paused, but he still had the courage to ask in a low, almost inaudible voice, "...Brother, why did you bring me out?"

Ying Yisheng lay reclined on the bed, and upon hearing this, a slight smile appeared on the corners of his lips, his white and moist toes were gently closed in, and after pinching a few wrinkles on the bed sheet, he lifted his foot presumptuously, and put his foot It rested on top of Xie Huiyin's head.

Xie Huiyin's body was shivered by the pressure, he couldn't tell how he felt, so he slid his eyes up and saw the outline of the slender and round calf, the sunken knee socket and a touch of deeper whiteness.

He didn't dare to look any more, he nodded timidly, and let him step on it.

He heard Ying Yisheng's voice with a smile on his face: "It doesn't matter if you die or not after repaying the favor. But think about it, I still owe you a few bowls of water, so I'll take you out to play."

He said it was just for fun, but Ying Yisheng didn't break his promise.

The two lived on Mount Lanke, and Xie Huiyin still didn't know what to do. He just cooked, cleaned, and washed Ying Yisheng's clothes as usual. It can be done with just a wave of his hand, but he still handed it over to Xie Huiyin, as if it was a job specially found for him, so that he would not appear so redundant.

Xie Huiyin was very afraid of the Gong family's pursuit, but in this deep mountain and old forest, his worries seemed to be irrelevant. The flames of war from the outside world never reached Mount Lanke, and his life was very smooth.

However, sometimes he would dream of the mountain of corpses lying on the viewing platform. When he woke up in the middle of the night, Xie Huiyin clutched the quilt tightly, thinking that his one-year apprenticeship in the Gong family seemed like a dream.

To Xie Huiyin, Gong Shi was so quiet, so quiet that he relaxed his vigilance.

Occasionally Ying Yisheng would go out to do some errands, so he would clean the house and wait for him to come back.

Just like what Ying Yisheng said, he had countless chances to run, and several times when Ying Yisheng returned to the thatched cottage, when he saw Xie Huiyin kneeling in the main room waiting for him, he couldn't help but click his tongue twice: "Why? Haven't left yet?"

Xie Huiyin felt many times that Ying Yisheng only regarded him as a dog that was picked up by accident. It was useless because he was not good-looking and weak. Lost interest and left home.

Every time he thought of this, Xie Huiyin felt very depressed.

He didn't have any inappropriate thoughts about Yisheng, and he didn't dare to do so. He just wanted to have someone with whom he could stay together and talk to him from time to time.

Now, Ying Yisheng is his only support.With such a confused temper, where else can he go after leaving Ronke Mountain?

Since Ying Yisheng didn't ask Xie Huiyin to know what Ying Yisheng was doing outside, he simply didn't inquire, didn't care, didn't pursue it, and just became a dog with peace of mind, sleeping under Ying Yisheng's couch, sniffing whether he was in or not. He smells sleep.

Since Ying Yisheng stepped on his head, he hardly touched him with his hands. If there is anything to do, just step on the dozing person under the couch, and Xie Huiyin will rub his eyes and get up , run errands for him, buy a candy man, or a bowl of clove wontons.

Often after Xie Huiyin finished the matter and came back, Ying Yisheng stomped on his head and gave a compliment: "Good boy, let's call."

Xie Huiyin blushed, "Wang."

Ying Yisheng touched the top of his forehead with his toes, and then continued to look down at the small picture albums he found. Xie Huiyin couldn't understand the contents, but when Ying Yisheng didn't look at them for a long time, he would rustle his hands After poking into the robe, after doing some wanton movements, he put his dripping fingers to the side of the bed, hooked them without raising his head, Xie Huiyin understood, and obediently bit his fingers.

Applying the remaining liquid on his hair, Ying Yisheng continued to read, while Xie Huiyin knelt down obediently by the bed and fanned himself to add water.

Until Ying Yisheng raised his face and glanced at him with disgust: "Why don't you clean it up?"

When Xie Huiyin washed his hair with the stream water in front of the door, he felt shy and his face was hot, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

In this way, Xie Huiyin was closed in Lanke Mountain for more than three years.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of the year when the child was born. Xie Huiyin felt cool all over his body when he woke up in the morning, but when he touched his forehead, it was as hot as a fire. He knew that he might have caught a cold, so he deliberately knelt down while serving him. It is far away from Ying Yisheng's bed, so as not to pass typhoid fever to him.

The stove in the house was burning hotly, and the strong smell of charcoal made Xie Hui feel top-heavy, chest tight and about to vomit, he fell on the ground, shaking his body, and endured waves of dizziness alone.

Ying Yisheng looked up occasionally, and all he saw was Xie Huiyin trembling like a frightened rabbit.

He put down the book, and as soon as he asked "what's the matter", an earth-shattering dizziness suddenly hit Xie Huiyin's head. He only felt a humming in his head, and he passed out.

When he woke up again, it would be a few hours later. His throat was so thirsty that he swallowed a handful of sand, and it was difficult for him to move his fingers, but the scene in front of him was extremely strange.

...that he was actually lying on Ying Yisheng's bed?

This fright was no small matter, Xie Huiyin rolled off the bed in fright, and Ying Yisheng just came in from outside the house with a plate of food. Seeing the seriously ill man struggling and crawling on all fours on the ground, he couldn't help leaning against the door Le made a sound: "Yo, little junior brother, wake up."

Xie Huiyin didn't dare to speak, and curled himself up into a ball, like a domestic dog caught by its owner to make mistakes.

Ying Yisheng took a bite of what was in his hand, walked to the side of the bed, looked down at Xie Huiyin for a while, tilted his hand holding the plate, and all the things on the plate fell down, hitting Xie Huiyin's head and face.

The smashing didn't hurt, so Xie Huiyin endured it, but the smell of food made him sniff his nose and opened his eyes slightly.

——There are rolling Hubing all over the floor.

Xie Huiyin's heart suddenly twitched, his nose felt sore, and he looked up at Ying Yisheng with red eye circles.

Ying Yisheng was still holding a two-bitten mustache in his hand, seeing him staring at him, he couldn't help frowning: "Don't you like to eat this?" He said, biting off another piece, and said vaguely: "How do you like to eat this kind of food, it's so unpalatable."

Xie Huiyin softened his arms, touched a mustache that fell on the ground, stuffed it into his mouth, and stuffed his cheeks to the brim, as if he was afraid that others would snatch it, and couldn't help laughing: "Eat more if you like it." My son, little junior brother. There is nothing to do today, how about we watch the new year together?"

It is said to be keeping the year old, but everything is not much different from the past, the only difference is that Ying Yi's voice agrees that Xie Huiyin is not at the bedside, but leaning on the stove to keep warm.

The pungent smell of the stove was still permeating all around, but Xie Huiyin felt relieved when he came back to the stove again.

The chest and back were warmed, as if a little heat was moving back and forth in his chilling body, it was warm and itchy, and the indescribable feeling lingered all over his body, giving the weak Xie endless echoes. strength.

He secretly watched Ying Yisheng all night.

...On this night, he, who had always had no desires, suddenly had a wish.

——He wanted to be an incompetent little servant by this person's side for the rest of his life.

Maybe this is too extravagant, but Xie Huiyin recognized this wish.

However, things came too suddenly.

After he fell ill, Ying Yisheng stayed on the mountain for more than ten days before going down to work.

In less than two days, Ying Yisheng returned home suddenly.

Xie Huiyin had just recovered from typhoid fever and was wiping the table when he saw Ying Yisheng enter the yard. He threw away the rag, and before he had time to kneel down, Ying Yisheng said coldly, "Something happened to Bozixu."

... Bozixu?

It has been three years since he left the Gong family, Xie Huiyin thought for a few seconds before he recalled what this term referred to.

Ying Yisheng just stood at the door and didn't come in, Xie Huiyin raised his head slightly, but seeing the sunlight outside the door was covered by his tall body, Xie Huiyin couldn't see his face clearly, so he could only comfort him clumsily: "...Brother, don't be anxious ..."

Ying Yisheng didn't seem to care what Xie Huiyin said at all, he stood calmly at the door, leaning on the door frame: "I killed the only son of the Qin family and provoked the anger of all sects. Junior brother, I have to leave. "

Xie Huiyin immediately raised his head, looked at the face covered by the shadow, and the lips that were closing together: "... Once you go, maybe you won't come back."

Xie Huiyin was stunned for a moment, then stood up, and silently walked towards Ying Yisheng's direction.

However, what he heard was a shout: "Kneel down!"

In the past three years of being together day and night, Xie Huiyin had already obeyed Yi Sheng's words, and as soon as he listened to the order, his knees became weak and he fell to his knees with a thud.

He pressed his forehead to the ground and murmured: "Don't leave me alone, brother, don't leave me."

Ying Yisheng gave a low laugh as if weary: "Kneel here. Wait for me to come back." He leaned half of his body on the door frame and laughed softly, "If you can't wait, run away, three years In the past, everyone in the Gong family is dead, and no one recognizes you as a nobody."

Xie Huiyin didn't dare to disobey Ying Yisheng's intention, and just lay on the ground, trembling all over.

So Ying Yisheng left.

From that day on, Xie Huiyin had a second wish.

Wait for brother to come back.

...But Ying Yisheng never came back to Mount Lanke.