miss the old

Wandering on a certain street in Mufeng, the smile in Nian Ming's eyes gradually disappeared, and he blinked in fear.On the surface, he was grinning and unserious, but in fact, he didn't know how to tremble in his heart.Although the man's handsome features are the same as in memory, but he is now the leader of the Dark Moon Sect. There are rumors in the world that the leader of the Dark Moon Sect is a cold-blooded monster who kills without blinking an eye. Nian Ming is a little afraid to face him like this.However, from the conversation just now, Nian Ming also regained the feeling he had when he got along with Yun Jue more than eight years ago. He is not as cold and heartless as the rumors, but Nian Ming really dare not say that he is Ah Ling. He was afraid of seeing the blank look in his eyes, afraid that he had already forgotten what he had said before.

Nian Ming touched the mask on his face, they just got along like this, he was just a doctor who just came down from the mountain and wanted to practice his skills, and he was the first patient he met, so it was fine.

Worried about the safety of the person in the inn, Nian Ming just bought some medicinal materials that could be used recently at a nearby pharmacy, and hurried back, taking the dinner prepared by Xiao Er back to the room.

"Where did you go?" Yun Jue asked casually while sitting at the table.

"You still have injuries, why did you get out of bed?" Nian Ming said with worry, "I went to buy some medicinal materials."

"Lying on the bed, my hands and feet are all stiff." Yun Jue raised his eyebrows as he watched him put the food in front of him, "It seems that this food is my favorite."

Nian Ming paused for a moment when he placed the chopsticks, and said with a smile, "It seems that Gui Hai's taste is the same as this one."

"That's really a coincidence." Yun Jue gave the man a meaningful look.

Nian Ming was a little appalled by this look, but also a little happy. After so many years, this person's taste has not changed.

During the meal, Yun Jue looked at the boy holding the bowl with the chopsticks in his left hand and the right hand. Certain scenes from eight years ago flashed before his eyes, and the figure of that child overlapped with the person in front of him, causing him to frown slightly.

Nian Ming raised his head inadvertently, and what he saw was the frowning of the person opposite him, a pair of dark and clear eyes were looking straight at him without any cover, as if he was about to be sucked in.Nian Ming almost choked, shifted his gaze without showing any signs, calmed his breath secretly, then looked at the man again, and asked cautiously: "What's wrong? The food is not delicious?"

"No." Yun Jue looked away, continued to eat with a flat face, as if nothing had happened, "Are you left-handed?"

"Oh, this," Nian Ming smiled, and he thought something was wrong, "It's just that you use your left hand when eating, but you can also use your right hand, but..." Nian Ming paused, and suddenly remembered this scene eight years ago It seemed to have happened before, and if I wanted to say it, I shrank back, "But it's not comfortable to use the right hand, hehe, I'm used to the left hand."

Yun Jue nodded slightly, but said nothing more.But here Nian Ming was thinking, if he really said the reason for using his left hand, I don't know if Yun Jue would find it familiar.

Yun Jue ate in silence. The familiarity this person gave him was because he resembled that child, but it was only a resemblance. That child would never appear again... He was only three days late, but God punished him not to see that child again for the rest of his life... His heart seemed to be severely grabbed by someone, and even Yun Jue's hand trembled slightly.

"By the way, have you contacted the people in your sect after such a big incident?" Nian Ming asked, "The leader is gone, so they must be worried."

Yun Jue's face remained calm, "The letter will be passed on in a while, but I believe they are already on their way."

"Oh..." Nian Ming responded, picked up his rice bowl, his eyes darkened, alas, what's so good about being the leader of this sect, he couldn't even go out in peace, he almost lost his life.

"What's that expression on your face? Are you sympathetic to me?" Yun decided to feel displeased, and his voice was cold.

"It's not sympathy, it's just worrying about you." Nian Ming sighed, "Why do you think you are such a beauty, why do you want to be the leader of the sect? It's much more carefree to wander around the world than now."

Although Nian Ming called out "beauty", his tone didn't have any hint of frivolity, and Yun Jue didn't show any displeasure, he just said in a low voice, "Everyone has his own destiny."

Alas, it's a good sentence. Everyone has his own life.

Yun Jue changed the subject again, "You have been wearing this mask?"

Nian Ming paused, then smiled, "Yes."

"why?"

"This..." Nian Ming touched the mask, and said, "When I was a child, there was a fire at home, and my appearance was ruined by that fire, so I wore a mask to cover it up."

Yun Jue paused for a moment, and looked up at him. Under the mask, he could only see the pointed chin, slightly pale lips, and those bright black eyes of the man opposite him. Underneath is a handsome face, I didn't expect it to be so. "Aren't you a doctor? Haven't you thought about healing your face?"

"It doesn't make any difference to me whether it is cured or not, it's just the appearance, I don't care."

"Then why carry it?"

"I don't take it seriously, but others do. I wear it so as not to scare others."

Seeing that Yunjue had finished eating, Nian Ming got up and put the bowls and chopsticks into the tray.

"You want to send it down? It's fine to leave it to them."

"In this situation, the less people see you, the better. Besides," Nian Ming stole a glance at Yun Jue while tidying up, "They will never forget your appearance when they see it. What if I disturb you? manage."

"Don't you think you're suspicious?"

"It's okay, I told them that you are my elder brother, and you have a strange illness recently and you should not see others." Nian Ming smiled with crooked eyes.

Yun Jue glanced at him: "Young Master Situ is thoughtful."

"Since I told them that you are my elder brother, don't call me Mr. Situ when there are outsiders, just call me Nian Ming, beauty."

Hearing the title "beauty" this time, the corners of Yun Jue's mouth twitched, and a plate was thrown over, Nian Ming stepped out calmly and firmly caught the plate with the tray in his hand.Now that Yun Jue is injured, he still has the quasi-strength, but his strength is much weaker.

"Good brother, don't be angry, you will have to pay for it if you smash it." Nian Ming smiled and took the medicinal materials he bought back, flashed to the door and said, before the teacup in Yun Jue's hand flew over. Flashed out the door.

Brother... Yun Jue put down the teacup in his hand, his eyes darkened, he hadn't heard this title for eight years.

Walking in the stairwell, Nian Ming lightly touched the mask on his face and sighed.