Small wood

Amu hugged his head, feeling hot inexplicably. He was a tall man, a little taller than when he first met Gu Lin, really only a little bit, but when he raised his head, his nose was pointed. You can touch Gu Lin's chin.Just after Gu Lin practiced the sword, his body smelled damp, and there was thin sweat on his forehead. When he got close, he could smell a strong aroma of grass and trees, and also the bitter taste of medicinal materials, which made Amu's nose itch so much that he wanted to move. Take a good sniff.

Amu remembered what Huanxin said

"Brother Mu, although he is a benefactor, there is no one who doesn't even know the identity of the benefactor and just follows." When he said this, Huanxin's eyes were full of confusion, as if what Amu did was absolutely impossible for others Things to do.This also puzzled Amu, because he didn't know the answer himself. He was obviously a person who didn't even know his identity, but he always wanted to follow him. When he was close, he felt at ease. Thinking about going back quickly.

After thinking for a long time, I finally remembered why I came back in such a hurry, and hurriedly asked Gu Lin, "Master, have you taken the pill?"

Gu Lin shook his head, he didn't enter the house, and sat down on a smooth stone in the yard.

Amu hurriedly followed. There was no room on the rock, so he sat on the grass. The grass was dense and soft after being exposed to the sun for a long time. After twisting his buttocks and sitting comfortably, he asked again: "Hurry up and eat, Mr. Zheng said, you have to eat it every day." After speaking, he patted his head again: "Ah, I forgot that it should be eaten after dinner." Eat, son, have you eaten yet?"

Gu Lin shook his head again.

Amu frowned, grabbed the grass under his buttocks, looked at Gu Lin's white clothes, and then looked at Gu Lin's sword. He realized that Gu Lin might have forgotten the time for practicing swords. I even forgot to eat when I practiced the sword, my son’s stomach is not good, and it will hurt if I don’t eat any more.” Gu Lin’s stomach has always been bad, and he found it in the mountains. , his face will turn pale, although he never said anything, but Amu knows.He hurriedly stood up: "I'll go to the housekeeper and ask him to bring the food."

As soon as he said that, the aroma of food wafted in the air.

I don't know why, every time Amu thinks about what to eat, the housekeeper can appear appropriately, just like the roundworm in his stomach.

He hurried over, took the tray from the housekeeper, thought for a while and couldn't help but say: "Uncle housekeeper, did you bring me here again if the son doesn't eat, the son is like this, sometimes he is a rascal, He has a very stubborn temper, you must let him eat, or he will have a stomachache." Amu has always respected Gu Lin, but he still doesn't save face when talking about Gu Lin's health problems.

The housekeeper looked at him with a smile, then looked at Gu Lin behind him, and said, "Young master really understands your son, but this time it must be a misunderstanding."

Amu was still drooling over the things in the tray, and he was puzzled after hearing what the housekeeper said.

"Mr. Gu is waiting for you. He said that we will eat when you come back." The housekeeper said, looking at Amu who was stunned with a small face, and said, "I heard from the slave report that I saw you coming back, so I gave it away. The food is here, just warmed up."

Amu stared at the tray with a stiff body, not daring to look back, just now he had slandered Gu Linzai, but he was waiting for him to come back.

Amu didn't know what to say at all, so he hoped that Gu Lin didn't hear what he said just now, and he asked the housekeeper tremblingly: "Uncle housekeeper, please help me, did you hear me, son, I... I don't Dare to see."

The butler laughed until his beard was bent, shook his head and said, "Young master Gu is kind-hearted and loves you so much, even if he heard it, he wouldn't care. Besides, you are all for his own good." Long, it grows so that Amu is even lower, almost buried in the rice, the tip of his nose is full of food mist, and it is red because he said so much, but he didn't tell Amu if Gu Lin heard it , then, must have heard.

The housekeeper added: "Today is a rare fine weather. It is also good to eat outside. The master also often drinks and eats meat on the grass."

Amu gave a muffled grace, knowing that the housekeeper was urging him to eat, but he just didn't dare to turn his head back, and the tip of his ear was very hot.

The butler shook his head helplessly, bowed respectfully, and said as usual: "The old slave will take the empty plate in half an hour, so hurry up and eat, young master, it's already past noon."

Only then did Amu realize that the time was already so late, and they would have lunch as soon as Si o'clock passed on weekdays, but it turned out that it was almost two hours past time.

He hurriedly turned his head back, but out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of Gu Lin's coarse white cloth, the feet of which were hidden in the grass.

"Young master..." Amu didn't know what to say, and lowered his head and shouted dully.

Gu Lin didn't speak, took the plate from Amu's hand, put it on the big rock, and sat down with his robe lifted up like Amu did before. The posture was so good that it was amazing, unlike Amu, who sat cross-legged frog.

At this moment, the frog turned into a red frog, hesitating and speechless, and kept looking at Gu Lin: "My lord, did you hear that?"

Gu Lin adjusted the chopsticks and put a pair beside A Mu's bowl, and put a chicken leg on his white rice.

Every time they eat, they will have two big chicken legs. Although there are two, they all end up in Amu's stomach.

Seeing the food, Amu, who was so hungry, couldn't help it anymore. Seeing that Gu Lin was not angry, he became more courageous. He grabbed the chicken leg and wanted to gnaw it. He rinsed his hands and washed them carefully again.

Amu looked at the clean hands, smiled hey, and took a bite at the chicken leg.He bypassed the previous topic, and directly talked about the things in the ruined temple, the joyful words that he could already walk, the joy that Bai Nen had a lot of, and the children who snatched the goose's legs.

He spoke so fast and loudly that the whole yard was filled with his voice, and now and then the tree would stretch out and drop a young leaf or two.

Amu licked the sauce on his fingers, looked at Gu Lin who was eating quietly, and was in a trance.

"Brother Mumu, although he is a benefactor, how can there be someone who doesn't even know the identity of the benefactor and just follows him like this?" '

The happy voice popped out in his mind again, which confused Amu a little. He always thought of this sentence, maybe, he really cared.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Gu Lin thought he was not full, so he picked up another chicken leg and put it in his bowl.

Amu looked at his bowl, his eyes suddenly became sore.

He watched how Gu Lin struggled to survive the predicament, and he admired his indifferent temperament despite being covered in injuries all over his body. He was so kind to him secretly without saying a word, even if he didn't know it, he didn't care.If he hadn't asked the housekeeper the fastest today, maybe he would have missed Gu Lin's kindness to him again.

Gu Lin is the most beautiful person Amu has ever met. He is resolute and forbearing, brave and gentle, and kind-hearted. Although the words he said to him may be counted on both hands, he admires him, cares about him, and even loves him for no reason. I like it.

When he thought of the word "like", Amu's thin-skinned face became hot again, and he wanted to refute himself but was reluctant. He liked Gu Lin, he liked it.

Holding the chicken leg, Amu secretly quarreled with the villain in his heart. He didn't see the petals floating on the chicken leg. After he licked it, he found that his mouth was bitter. He hurriedly looked up at the tree behind Gu Lin. , but saw a faint peach tree.

"My lord..." Amu stared blankly: "It's blooming."

Gu Lin heard it, and he looked back, his ink-like eyes were imprinted with the peach tree that had just bloomed, just when the wind blew, the peach petals fell like scattered rain, falling on his snow-white cloth robe, He touched it with his hand, and his voice was as hoarse as ever: "It's a peach tree." He said.

But Amu couldn't see any peach trees anymore, he stared at Gu Lin under the peach tree, his heart was pounding so hard that he almost got out of his skin.

The white clothes are like snow, and the black hair is like silk.

This is the best metaphor that Amu can think of, but it is still not worth one-tenth.

He covered his chest and gave a soft acknowledgment.

The voice of joy has long since disappeared.

No matter who Gu Lin was, he didn't want to know.