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Under the guidance of the waiter in the shop, Qing Huan found the kitchen of the inn. She stepped into the kitchen hesitantly, walked slowly to the side of the fat cook who was cooking, and said a little coyly: "Auntie...can you borrow my Use a stove?"

"Hey, little girl, you're not a worker, are you?" The cook smiled and glanced at the little girl beside her.

"No... I'm just a guest here, but I want to cook some meals myself."

"No problem, the stove next to me is fine." The cook smiled and said, "Ah yes, there is still some freshly delivered milk here, do you want to boil some?"

"Milk...?" Qing Huan took the small bucket of white liquid that the cook handed over to her, looked down for a long time, and asked earnestly, "...is it sweet?"

"Hahaha, sweet, of course sweet. If you don't think it's sweet enough, put more sugar, make sure it's sweet." The generous cook handed the empty pot to Qinghuan with a smile, "The little girl is so beautiful, so she came to cook it herself. Cook. Let me ask a question, who are you cooking for? Who is so expensive, and the food cooked by the inn is disgusting."

"..." Qing Huan lowered her head and smiled, skillfully set fire to the pot, and after a long while, she continued: "...the person I will marry in the future."

"Hey, who's young master is so lucky to marry such a beautiful, gentle and virtuous girl like you." The cook laughed.

"Me? Xianhui...?"

"That's right. She's beautiful and gentle, and she speaks softly. She's not like our girl. She's frizzy. She doesn't look like a little girl at all. I still have a headache about her marriage."

Qing Huan poured the milk in the keg into the pot, stirred it slowly with a spoon, and at the same time shook the sugar into the pot with a sugar bowl: "Auntie, I was also frizzy a long time ago... Well, to be precise, I should It's arrogance, and the family is pampered by it. As time goes by and I have experienced many things, my personality is not so frizzy. Is there anyone who remains the same?"

"That's true, after a long time, it can really...Girl, didn't you put too much sugar?"

"It's okay, she's actually just a child who hasn't grown up." Qing Huan lowered her head and concentrated on stirring the contents of the pot, while giggling, "Although she's getting old, she always loves sweets."

"You are really good to that young man, you must grow old together."

"Well, it must... grow old together."

Qing Huan buried her head and bit her lower lip, her nasal cavity suddenly felt sore for no reason.

When Qing Huan opened the wooden door with a tray of food, Nan Yang was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at the book on his lap.She gently pressed the pages of the book with her thumb and forefinger in one hand, and gnawed on a bunch of bright red candied haws in the other hand, her legs shook back and forth intentionally or unintentionally.

"You are so self-conscious, did I say that this candied haws is for you?" Qing Huan put the tray on the round table and smiled.

Nan Yang closed the book and put it aside. Hawthorn balls were wrapped around the cheeks on both sides. They were round and round like a small animal. He smiled lightly when he read it: "Master, can you stop eating like this, at least be careful about your image."

Nan Yang walked to the table and sat down, chewing with his cheeks moving and mumbled: "There are no outsiders, so there is no need to worry."

"I haven't had time to ask you, where did you get hurt?"

Nan Yang stared at Qing Huan as she took out all the food from the tray and put them on the table, then casually pointed to her flanks: "...a few ribs were broken."

"It's so serious...I'm sorry, Master, you blame me for being so hurt. I really...you can scold me, scold me whatever you want." Qing Huan lowered her head and said in a deep voice.

Nan Yang didn't seem to pay attention to what she said, but pointed to the bowl of boiled milk on the table with interest and asked, "What is this? I've never seen it before."

"The cook gave me some milk, do you want to try it?" Nan Yang's thoughts were taken away by Qing Huan, and then she raised her voice, took the bowl of milk and sat next to Nan Yang, and held the bowl in front of Nan Yang.

"..." Nan Yang swallowed the hawthorn in his mouth, licked his lower lip, poked his head out, held the edge of the bowl in Qing Huan's hand, and drank in small sips.

Qing Huan stared at Nan Yang's drooping face concentrating on drinking milk, couldn't help swallowing, and asked softly, "Is it good?"

"Hmm..." Nan Yang nodded slightly, raised her hand to support Qing Huan's hand holding the bowl, and lifted it slightly so that more milk in the bowl could flow into her mouth.

After drinking half a bowl, Nan Yang stopped in satisfaction, and gently pushed the bowl away: "Very good, is the milk right? Next time, remember to bring two cows back to Beipu."

Qing Huan put the bowl on the table, and when she looked up, she suddenly saw a circle of milk mustache on Nan Yang's lips. The white layer of milk was a little funny, but Nan Yang didn't know it.She couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, Master, you...hahahahahaha..."

Nan Yang asked seriously with that circle of milk mustache: "What are you laughing at? Is it funny to take two cows back?"

"No...hahaha..." Qing Huan covered her mouth and couldn't stop laughing.

"..." Nan Yang just looked at Qing Huan suspiciously, not knowing why.

"Yeah, ahem, um." Qing Huan smiled and stroked her chest, "It's okay, I'll remember, take the two cows back to Beijing for punishment."

"Yeah." Nan Yang hummed lightly, turned his face to bring over the bowls and chopsticks, and prepared to eat.

Qing Huan grabbed Nan Yang's hand: "Master, don't worry, I need to help you with something."

"what?"

Smiling lightly, she gently touched Nan Yang's side face, and rubbed back and forth on the delicate and tender skin with nostalgia. She suddenly approached Nan Yang's face, and unexpectedly stuck out her tongue and licked Nan Yang's upper lip.

Nan Yang was stunned for a moment, Qing Huan continued to lick Nan Yang's lips carefully, licking off the beard on her lips, and then pursed her lips in recollection: "Well...the sugar I put is just right, Master It won’t be too sweet when you drink it, and you will like it very much.”

"..." Nan Yang looked at the eyebrows and eyes of Qing Huan, who was close at hand, gently hooked the corners of his lips, touched Qing Huan's face with a cold hand, his movements were very soft, and suddenly said: "...Qing Huan, marry me Give me."

The corners of Qing Huan's upturned lips slowly flattened, and her smile gradually disappeared. She just stared blankly at Nan Yang's light brown eyes, and didn't speak for a while.

"Don't you want to?" Nan Yang murmured.

Qing Huan cleared the choked throat, forced a smile: "Master... do you really want me to marry you?"

"In this world, who else would know what I like to eat and how much sugar should be put in the food? Except you, no one else. No one treats me better than you." Nan Yang said slowly road.

"Master, you are a person who deserves to be treated well by others. You still have a long time to go, and you will meet more... people who treat you better than me. I have nothing good, really... nothing good. "Qing Huan's eyes were a little sour, she lowered her eyes, not daring to look at Nan Yang, "I am a terrible person, the worst person in the world."

Nan Yang looked at Qing Huan quietly, for a long time, distanced herself from her, turned sideways and picked up the bowls and chopsticks to eat, without saying a word.

The harmonious atmosphere just now cooled down instantly, and no one wanted to say another word.

"Master, you should eat first, and rest early after eating. I... I'll go out first." Qing Huan said hastily.

Nan Yang swallowed the food in his mouth slowly, and said in a faint voice, "Are you leaving?"

"No, I'm just...just..."

"Will you stay with me tonight?"

"No, I won't accompany you anymore. You are a patient. I'm afraid that you will be dishonest while sleeping and turn over and crush your injury." Qing Huan bit her lip and tried to make herself smile at Nan Yang.

"...But I want you to accompany me."

"Master... Master go to bed early, I'm leaving first." Qing Huan ignored Nan Yang's words, she covered her mouth, clenched her other hand tightly into a fist, got up anxiously, opened the door and left.

With the sound of closing the door with a "bang," Nan Yang's chopsticks in the dish froze and did not move for a long time.

Qing Huan staggered down from the second floor, it was already dark, and the waiter was about to close up, when she saw Qing Huan who was walking in a bit of a mess, she couldn't help but stepped forward: "My girl, it's dark and it's still raining outside, you Where are you going—hey! Girl!"

Qing Huan pushed the waiter away from the inn, covered her mouth and ran out of the inn as fast as she could. She didn't even bother to take an umbrella, and ran to a deserted corner outside the inn before stopping, bent over and vomited a mouthful of blood.

It was late, and it was raining again, and there were no people on the street for a long time.In the quiet street, only the splashing of heavy rain can be heard, and there is no other sound.The fast-flowing rain quickly washed away the pool of blood on the ground.

Qing Huan was drenched by the heavy rain very quickly, and the rain continued to flow down her hair and eyebrows, but she didn't have the heart to worry about it at all. Her viscera suddenly hurt, as if something was about to tear her body apart. Cracked, the whole person seemed to sink into the ice cellar, but inside seemed to contain a volcano, trying to tear her apart completely.

In the muscles, bones and flesh, something was wearing away and eroding bit by bit.

She leaned against the wall and knelt on the ground, gritting her teeth tightly to keep silent, and soon her mouth was full of bloody smell.She slammed the hand with the Gu thread on the wall, every movement with all her strength, so as to disperse the pain.

It turned out to be so painful.

If you have to endure such pain every day, you might as well die.

How did she survive like this without telling everyone?

Qing Huan trembled and covered her mouth, and soon she found that her nosebleeds started again, and the blood gushed out and was washed away by the heavy rain, she didn't know how much blood she had bled.

"It's ridiculous...it's ridiculous..." Qing Huan suddenly choked up with a sob and laughed, "What's the use of loving you? What's the use of loving you in this way... In the end, it's not about giving up, it's about want……"

She knelt on the ground facing the wall, pressed her forehead against the wall, and began to sob.

The feeling of being hit by the heavy rain on his back suddenly disappeared, Qing Huan raised his head with difficulty, and saw an oil-paper umbrella covered with landscape ink splashed on top of him.

A hand was lightly placed on his shoulder, and a gentle female voice came from behind: "Little young master..."

"Get out!" Qing Huan closed her eyes and shouted.