you are my color

"It seems that if you want to absorb the magic energy, you still have to do it yourself, so that you can have enough food and clothing!" Wen Qing sighed thoughtfully.

In the middle of the night, when Yun Jiuqing woke up, he found that at some point, the boy had crossed the line again.

The quilt that was originally wrapped like a silkworm chrysalis when he slept had all fallen apart, most of it was under his body, and only a small half was barely on the boy's body.

One of the boy's legs stretched out, white and delicate, bent like climbing a mountain, his knee was touching his hand.

Probably because the strength was too light, or maybe the man was used to the existence of the boy, he didn't wake up, and it was only now that he realized that the devil energy in his body was lining up to squeeze towards the boy.

Yun Jiuqing immediately withdrew his hand.

The boy seemed not satisfied yet, mumbled something vaguely in his mouth, and stretched out his hand on his side, and it landed on his chin.

A faint fragrance drilled into his nose.

Different from the fragrance of the maids during the day, this fragrance is a bit cold, smelling carefully, it seems to have a bit of milk smell.

Yun Jiuqing: "..."

What a child!Even the milky smell on her body hasn't completely faded away yet.

The man carefully held the boy's hand through the quilt and put it back.

After that, it was fine, and the boy didn't do anything else.Yun Jiuqing breathed a sigh of relief, but somehow he always felt that the smell of milk was still around his nose, as if the boy's hand was still there.

I don't know when Xiaoqing will really grow up and form a family by himself.

After thinking about it, the man couldn't fall asleep, so he simply got up, put on his coat and walked out.

As soon as he took two steps, he heard movement behind him, and then a panicked voice sounded: "Brother, brother! Where are you, brother?"

Yun Jiuqing turned her head and saw the boy sitting up at some point.His eyes were open, but his eyes were dull, and he didn't know where to look. He was obviously not awake, and he just shouted "Brother" repeatedly.

He quickly sat back and said in a low voice, "Xiaoqing, brother is here, don't be afraid."

Hearing his voice in a daze, the young man jumped at him, put his arms around his waist tightly, and cried in his arms, "Brother, I dreamed that you vomited a lot of blood, I will help you." It’s not even good to be happy, I’m so useless..."

Yun Jiuqing wanted to push the boy's hand away.

Presumably, the thing about him vomiting blood during the day scared the young man. The child didn't react on the surface at the time, but it was engraved in his heart, and he dreamed it out at night.

What a distressed child!Those who care about him on the surface may not dream of him once at night.

Yun Jiuqing sighed and comforted in a low voice: "Don't worry, my brother is here. With you here, nothing will happen." Then, he reached for the quilt, wrapped the boy up, and was about to wrap him up. people separated.

"Brother, don't want me, don't leave me alone, brother, I'm afraid..." While crying, the young man burrowed into his arms, and didn't let go no matter what he said.

Yun Jiuqing was so entangled by him that he had no choice but to say softly, "If you don't want me to leave, then be obedient. Put the quilt on first, and brother will talk to you, okay?"

The boy sobbed a few times, then let go of his arms, allowing the man to wrap him in a quilt.

"What do you want to say, brother?" After such a toss, the little guy became sober and asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Is there anything interesting about Xiaoqing's childhood, how about telling it to my brother? In exchange, I will also tell you about my childhood." The man said.

It was the first time he took the initiative to bring up his past affairs with others.

The young man's eyes lit up, and he finally showed a smile: "Okay!"

Yun Jiuqing breathed a sigh of relief.

The boy crying just now really made him quite embarrassed, he really has no experience in coaxing children.

Xiao Qingyuan is not good at telling stories, so he stammered a few small things about him when he was at home.It was nothing more than that he went out with his brothers and sisters, because he kept staring at a candied haws seller, only to recover and realize that he was lost and couldn't find the house.Or he climbed to the tree to pick dates, and after picking them, he climbed down and found that the date meat was gone, only a pile of date stones remained.

He spoke unattractively, but the man heard other people's malice towards the boy.

Since he took his younger brother out together, why didn't he keep an eye on him all the time, and instead let him leave with the stranger?It was agreed that after picking the jujube, one person would get half of it. Why did the others eat up the jujube meat and throw the jujube pit to the boy as a matter of course, saying that it was his half?

It is clear that Xiaoqing is the youngest of them, and his brothers and sisters should love him.

Seeing that Yun Jiuqing didn't speak, the young man bit his lips nervously, and asked in a low voice, "Is it, is it because I didn't speak well? Or, me, I'll tell you another way."

The man came back to his senses and smiled at him: "No need, Xiaoqing spoke very well. I have never heard anyone who can tell stories better than Xiaoqing. I was a little moved."

Because of his compliment, the young man blushed a little with excitement, and his petal-like fresh lips curled up: "Really? I'm afraid that I may not speak well."

Yun Jiuqing didn't mention that he was taken away by kidnappers when he was young, but mentioned a few interesting things that happened when he was studying arts under the teacher's school. Hearing this, the young man narrowed his eyes and laughed so hard.

"Is it that funny?" The man asked deliberately puzzled.

"Of course, hahaha," Xiao Qingyuan pursed his lips, trying to suppress his smile, but failed, his whole body was shaking with laughter, "Brother was so stupid at that time? Asking you to buy two green onions?" , You actually bought cucumbers? They don't look alike at all, I can tell them apart."

At this point, he realized that this sentence might make the other party unhappy, and hurriedly added: "In fact, my brother is already very good, and my brother practiced so hard."

Yun Jiuqing looked at the boy's overjoyed appearance, probably because he had just woken up, there was still a small bunch of hair standing on end on his head, shaking back and forth with his movements, making people want to reach out.

Another word "cute" floated through his mind.

"Brother, you are so smart and work so hard, so aren't you really good at kung fu?" The boy asked in a low voice while rubbing his belly after laughing enough.

The man thought for a while: "It's okay? I haven't met an opponent yet."

Xiao Qingyuan's eyes lit up immediately, filled with admiration: "Brother, you are amazing!"

Others said this sentence before, but the man felt that the young man's words were especially blunt and pleasant, much more pleasing to the ear than others.

"If you want to learn, I can teach you when my body recovers." Yun Jiuqing said.

His master is gone, and the mantle must be passed on.Although the younger junior sister is an adult, her temperament has not yet settled down. Except for the anniversary of the death of the master, the two senior brothers and sisters basically have nothing to do with each other.

If he can accept Xiaoqing as a disciple on behalf of his master, it will be regarded as honoring his master, right?man thought.

The boy's face immediately pulled down: "I don't want it!"

He refused without hesitation.

"Why?" the man asked, inexplicably disappointed.He still likes to practice martial arts with young people, and thinking about that scene makes him very happy.

Xiao Qingyuan looked at him with wide eyes, and suddenly laughed triumphantly. The big silkworm chrysalis arched and arched to the man's side, and whispered in his ear: "Because, I have had a wish since I was a child. If someday I got bullied outside, so I put my hips on my hips and yelled at them, don’t run away, wait until I go back and find my brother to beat you up!"

As he said that, he sucked his little nose: "Brother just said that a man bleeds but does not shed tears. If I learn kung fu, I won't be able to speak so confidently when I am bullied again."

His words were soft and spineless, but Yun Jiuqing felt sad for a while.

Xiaoqing...has he never been loved by his brothers and sisters since he was a child?That's why there is such a humble wish, but it has never been realized.

"Okay," the man said with a smile, "if someone dares to bully you in the future, you can tell them that you are Yun Jiuqing's younger brother, and you will beat them into pigs' heads for you."

The young man was so beautiful that he suddenly leaned over to Yun Jiuqing's face and kissed him resoundingly: "Brother, you are so kind!"

After kissing, he lay back, contentedly planning to go back to sleep.

The man felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and a trace of the devilish energy all over his body swam out along the place where he was kissed, and the rest was trapped in his body, surging continuously.

It seemed that there was some monster about to wake up hidden underneath.

He stared fixedly at the boy's back, and then sighed again after a while.

It was rare for Xiao Qing to be so happy, and as an elder brother, he felt relieved.

In the morning, when the boy woke up, Yun Jiuqing was not by his side.

Wen Qing stretched and sat up slowly.

"Strange, no one wakes me up today. Usually, when the time comes, there will be a pile of fragrant willows waiting outside to serve people."

"That's because Shards told them not to come over and disturb your sleep." The system replied.

"This brother is really competent," Wen Qing said with a whimper, "Xiao Yao, last night I did enough mental training and took advantage of the atmosphere to kiss him, but the general didn't wake up at all. You can't blame me for this!"

The system is also a bit strange: "That's right, one kiss should be enough... Is it really necessary to absorb all the magic energy? Or do you have to kiss on the lips?"

"...Little demon, enough is enough, use me as a test subject or what? During the day you said that a kiss can stimulate stimulation, and the general will wake up. I believed you. But now you tell me that kissing the face is not enough, but kissing the mouth?"

What if the kiss is really kissing, and the general... um, no, the sealed consciousness of the general woke up and caught him kissing the fragment?

With Sang Er or Mo Yan's temperament, will it give him good fruit?

Don't even think about it!

"If the host doesn't agree, then wait. Anyway, everything is not going according to the original plot given by Yuanli. The host thinks about it, maybe the black hand who secretly poisoned the original owner does not exist anymore, and there will be no more Poison the host."

"..."

This is hard to say.

The plot will end when Xiao Qingyuan dies, and the follow-up will not be seen at all.I don't know who is behind the scenes, and I don't know whether Li Zhaohe has rescued Yun Jiuqing or not.

Of course, with Fragment's level of acting for himself, it is impossible to torture himself thousands of times, so he should still wake up.Maybe after waking up, he would still punch the mastermind behind the scenes, kick his half-hearted subordinates, etc., and show his might.

It's a pity that those have nothing to do with the original owner.

After much deliberation, it is still necessary to wake up the admiral quickly.

After breakfast, the boy went to the study.

The inkstone and rice paper that Mrs. Yun sent over were all top quality.Although he doesn't understand it, he can also see that it is different from what people usually use, so he is reluctant to show it.

The young man thought, he might as well practice his handwriting first, and then use the things his wife sent him when he could write well.

That's not a waste of good stuff.

In the study, Yun Jiuqing was reading a book.The boy greeted him, and sat down at the table, staring blankly at the writing brushes stuck in the pen holder.

Yun Jiuqing knew about it since the boy came in, and unconsciously remembered what happened last night, especially the unexpected milky kiss.

He looked calm on the surface, but in fact he didn't turn a page of the book in his hand for a long time.

Seeing the young man looking thoughtful, he simply put down the book, leaned over and asked, "Xiaoqing, what's the matter? Is there something you can't understand?"

"Brother, I want to learn to practice calligraphy."

Yun Jiuqing raised her eyebrows: "Practicing handwriting is good. It can cultivate one's morality and temper one's will."

"But there are so many brushes, how should I choose?" the boy said discouragedly.He thought that he only needed to pick up a writing brush to write, but he didn’t know that he was thinking too simply. The writing brushes in the pen holder include wolf pens, rabbit pens, etc., with different thicknesses and styles, and he couldn’t tell which one to use at all. .

"That's it," the man said in detail, "It depends on how you use it. If you want to write in lowercase, Zihao and Langhao are both fine, and you should choose the short front." He chose two and put them on the table. .

"These are brushes." He took out a few more and continued, "Generally speaking, this kind of cursive writing is good, because it is softer than Langhao and Zihao's hair, and relatively speaking, it is not so rigid. .Of course, this is for beginners. After you get used to it, it basically comes down to personal habits.”

"Then how many are these?" The young man couldn't help asking when he saw how many pens were left in the pen container, both thick and thin, long and short.

"The long blades are for painting. The ones here are less used. They are usually used when writing large plaques." Yun Jiuqing said, looking at the young man's hand, wanting to help him choose one. A suitable one came out.

This was the first time he took a closer look at Xiao Qingyuan's hand. The palm was much smaller than his, but the fingers were very slender, soft and white. Unfortunately, there were a few shallow scars, which ruined that perfection.

"How did the scar come from?" the man asked, and handed the boy the brush he picked out.

Xiao Qingyuan glanced down, and said casually: "Oh, I was not sensible when I was young, and I got hurt when I was playing with my brothers and sisters. It happened a long time ago, and the injury has healed up long ago." He reached out to take the pen , hold in the palm of your hand.

The wound is not there, but the scar is still there.

"Your pen-holding posture is not right," the man said, reaching out to help him correct it.

The hands of the two inevitably touched each other, the young man was fine, but Yun Jiuqing felt that the devilish energy was leaking out again, and couldn't help being very depressed.

According to Mrs. Yun's arrangement, the two ate and slept together, so it was impossible for them not to have any contact at all.

If it goes on like this, after a long time, he will kill the boy sooner or later.

You can't wait until something happens to regret it.

Otherwise...it's better to sleep in the study room tonight. If Xiao Qing asks, he will say that there is something urgent to deal with and there is no way to go back to accompany him.

Yun Jiuqing secretly made a decision in his heart.

Helped the young man to correct the way of holding a pen, grinded the ink for him, spread out the rice paper, and watched him write characters on the paper.

...to be honest, it's pretty ugly.

Probably because he has only seen other people's writing, but he has never tried it himself. The young man doesn't even know how to write, and most of the words he writes are typos.

There are often situations where one or two strokes are missing, and they are still limp, without any strength of character.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with being soft.Yun Jiuqing suddenly had this thought.

Probably the two are relatively close, the smell of ink is very strong, but the man can clearly distinguish the faint scent of milk in the middle.

Just like the scent on the teenager last night.

Could it be that the xinxing hasn't grown up yet?Or do you usually drink more milk?

Yun Jiuqing thought absently.

Xiao Qingyuan practiced according to the man's instructions for a while, but he couldn't get the point, and gradually became a little discouraged.When the child got angry, he wrote more and more heavily, and even when he stretched out the pen to dip the ink, the ink flew out, and it fell all over his clothes, and a drop got on the tip of his nose.

The boy jumped up with an "oops" and looked at his clothes with a bitter face.

It was originally a blue dress, but with a little bit of ink on it, it was ruined no matter how you looked at it.

"Don't move!" Seeing that the boy was about to leave, the man hurriedly stopped him, reached for the brush, and drew a few random strokes on the clothes.

The original dirt on the clothes turned into a few black plums after such a painting, which is quite charming.

After the painting was finished, the man got up together and met the young boy's shining adoring eyes.

"Brother, you are really amazing!" Xiao Qingyuan said in admiration, "Brother, you know everything, and you are good at everything, it will make people feel so inferior!"

This little slicker even has an ingenious way of complimenting others.This is him. If others hear it, they really don't know whether it will be regarded as a compliment or a loss.

"Really?" Yun Jiuqing deliberately teased him, "Then do you have low self-esteem?"

"Me? I don't have one," the young man said confidently. "Others feel inferior because they still have the desire to compare. If they are not comparable, they will feel inferior. I don't even need to compare, anyway, my brother must be the best!"

"Okay, okay, I drank green rice porridge this morning, not honey water, so why is Xiaozui so sweet?" The man said with a smile, "Big brother will blush if you continue to boast like this."

"What I'm telling is the truth, why is my brother blushing?" The boy said, put away the pen and paper, and went back to his room to change his clothes.

Although this dress is painted with ink plums, it is much more elegant, after all, it can no longer be worn as an outer shirt.It's just that he was reluctant to throw it away, looked left and right, and finally folded it and put it quietly at the bottom of the box.

Well, here is the safest place, not afraid of others taking the clothes away.