Touch the cold

The day Qi Shuang came back, it happened to be Jing Zhe, but there was no thunderstorm that day, only thin drizzle in the sky.

Qi Shuang approached the door, just in time to see Qin Yi standing under the eaves, with open palms and the falling raindrops wet his sleeves.

Mo Zijin walked through the corridor with a rabbit hair in his mouth. Seeing Qin Yi watching the rain quietly, he smiled with the rabbit hair in his mouth and walked over to help him roll up his wet sleeves.

Seeing that the two of them had returned intact, Qi Shuang finally let go of his heart, but he stood in the courtyard and looked at the two of them, not knowing whether he should advance or retreat, letting the fine raindrops fall into his eyes.

"Thousands of miles are gone, are you just blindly looking for us like this? There is no sincerity at all." Mo Zijin turned his head, saw Qi Shuang standing in the yard, took the rabbit hair pen from his mouth and held it in his hand, and said.

Under the rain, Qi Shuang couldn't see Mo Zijin's expression clearly, she lowered her head and smiled bitterly, and said, "I thought you two would never come back."

Mo Zijin walked out of the eaves, walked towards Qi Shuang, and said, "It wouldn't be worth it if Qin Yi and I just left. I have to let you watch Qin Yi and forgive you until he gets better."

Qi Shuang felt that her face was burning with shame, but fortunately, the burning sensation was taken away by the cold raindrops, "This is Qin, no, Qin... Young Master, how is he doing now?"

Mo Zijin turned his head to look at Qin Yi, lowered his eyes and said, "Thanks to your fire, he doesn't remember anything from the past."

Qi Shuang was stunned for a moment, then slowly lowered her head, "I really owe you this matter, just tell me, I can do whatever you want."

Mo Zijin shook his head and smiled, turned the rabbit brush in his hand, and said, "It's nothing, you have to deliver some letters for me."

"Send... a letter?" Qi Shuang asked suspiciously.

"Yeah." Mo Zijin nodded, "What Uncle Ren left behind still needs to exist, so I'll take over this stall again, and besides... Besides, Qin Yi also needs someone to take care of him now."

Qi Shuang opened his mouth, "You really decided to stay?"

"Yes." Mo Zijin said, "But when I take Qin Yi away, I have the final say."

"Cheng Chengcheng." Qi Shuang poked her head like a chicken pecking rice, "Where is the letter, I will send it to you right now."

"What's the gift for rainy days? You'd better come here and have a rest first. It's not too late to go tomorrow." Mo Zijin yawned and said, then turned and walked towards Qin Yi.

Qi Shuang still stood where she was, looked up at the gloomy sky, and sighed softly.

For several days, Qi Shuang was still not in the courtyard. Mo Zijin originally told him to rest for a while before going back, but he didn't listen anyway, and grabbed the letter he had written and went around.

"When will Qi Shuang come back?" A few days later in the evening, Ling You sat down with Mo Zijin and Qin Yi and had dinner.

"Based on his footsteps, it will probably be ten days later." Mo Zijin replied lazily, picking up his chopsticks.

While the two were talking, Qin Yi raised his hand to grab a piece of bamboo shoot on the plate, took a bite and paused, then put the bamboo shoot back on his plate, and put down his chopsticks by the way.

Mo Zijin bit the tip of his chopsticks and watched Qin Yi's actions. He also picked up a piece of bamboo shoot and put it in his mouth in doubt. After chewing twice, he frowned and swallowed it. He asked Lingyou: "Where did this bamboo shoot come from?"

Lingyou blinked and said, "Huh? I dug it in the bamboo forest."

Mo Zijin smiled helplessly, "You dug too early, the bamboo shoots have not yet grown, and the taste is full of bitterness."

"Ah?" Lingyou smiled sheepishly, "Then I'll dig it out later."

Mo Zijin didn't mean to blame Lingyou, but felt that Qin Yi's reaction was both angry and funny, and he looked at him and said, "Your temper is engraved in your bones, and you can't change it even here, I really can't." Imagine how you lived after you left the Qin family at that time."

Ling You listened blankly for a while, not knowing what Mo Zijin meant, and said to Qin Yi: "Young Master Qin, if these bamboo shoots are not tasty, you can eat something else."

Mo Zijin smiled at Lingyou, "You don't need to persuade him, he can't hear, let alone understand."

"Can't hear?" Ling You was stunned for a moment, "So Mr. Qin is deaf?"

"En." Mo Zijin nodded, picked up another piece of bamboo shoot, and just wanted to pass it to Qin Yi's mouth, and said to himself, "I'm going to let you eat a piece today."

Seeing Mo Zijin handing over the piece of bamboo shoot, Qin Yi turned his head to dodge, somewhat displeased in his eyes, he stood up and hid back when he was cornered.

"Forget it, forget it." Ling You dragged Mo Zijin, who was halfway over the table, "Since Mr. Qin doesn't want to eat, then forget it."

Mo Zijin curled his lips at Qin Yi, sat back on the chair, stretched the plate of bamboo shoots in front of him, and squeezed them into his mouth one by one, regardless of how surprised Lingyou looked at him.

Qin Yi, who was standing opposite Mo Zijin, saw him like this, lowered his eyes, then sat back on his chair firmly, picked up the chopsticks, put a piece of bamboo shoot on the plate and put it in his mouth, without chewing, Swallowed it directly.

Mo Zijin stopped and looked at Qin Yi in a daze. He felt his nose sore for no reason, but because Lingyou was standing by, he immediately calmed down, sucked his nose, pushed the plate of bamboo shoots back, and gave it to Qin Yi. He ordered some other dishes and said, "Forget it, if the bamboo shoots are not good, you can eat more of these."

Lingyou half opened his mouth to look at Qin Yi, then turned his head to look at Mo Zijin.

"What are you looking at?" Mo Zijin pretended to be angry and said, put a piece of ginger in Xiang Lingyou's bowl, and continued, "Hurry up and eat too."

Ling You looked at the ginger in the bowl, wrinkled his nose in distaste, flicked it out of the bowl with chopsticks, then approached Mo Zijin, and said mysteriously: "I always thought that when Mr. Qin was around, you Not the same as usual."

Mo Zijin choked for a moment, but still pretended to ask casually, "What's different?"

Lingyou pondered for a while, "I can't say, maybe you are a bit lonely when Mr. Qin is not around, and you don't want to be approached by others, but in front of Mr. Qin... in front of Mr. Qin..."

"How?" Seeing that Lingyou hesitated for a long time without saying anything, Mo Zijin put down his chopsticks and asked.

Lingyou rubbed his chin, shook his index finger like a flash of inspiration and continued: "You are just like that big white cat."

"Bai...big white cat?" Mo Zijin asked.

"Yes." Lingyou nodded, "You are the same as it, you are only good to Mr. Qin, unreserved kind."

After hearing this, Mo Zijin lowered his head and smiled, knowing that what Ling You said was right, he couldn't help but argue: "Why should I only treat him well? It's as if I treat you all badly."

Lingyou sighed, picked up the piece of ginger on the table, shook it in front of Mo Zijin, and said, "Then you can see for yourself."

Mo Zijin shrugged with a smile, put another piece of garlic on the plate and threw it into Lingyou's bowl, so as not to die, and at the same time took a piece of pork belly and handed it to Qin Yi.

Lingyou pursed his lips and looked at Mo Zijin resentfully.

"Eat, eat." Mo Zijin waved his chopsticks and couldn't help laughing.

That night, Xu felt that Lingyou hadn't had a good dinner, so Mo Zijin went to the street not far away to buy some jujube cakes and threw them to him.

When Mo Zijin returned to the house from Lingyou, he saw Qin Yi rubbing the white cat in his hands. He had already untied the tether behind his head, and his black hair was hanging down his shoulders.

Mo Zijin closed the door, smiled at Qin Yi, then found the wooden comb on the table, and slowly combed Qin Yi's hair.

Qin Yi didn't hide either, and let Mo Zijin turn his head left and right.

"It's done." After combing for a while, Mo Zijin touched Qin Yi's smooth black hair and smiled, put the wooden comb back on the table, and sat down facing Qin Yi.

Qin Yi squinted his eyes slightly, looking a little sleepy, but Mo Zijin badly wanted him to fall asleep so soon, so he poked his face, and pinched him again feeling unsatisfactory.

Qin Yi frowned, glanced at Mo Zijin, put the white cat on his lap in his arms, and laid it lazily on the table.

Mo Zijin hooked the corners of his lips, tilted his body and lay on his side on the table, very close to Qin Yi's face, and said softly: "Qin Yi, can you talk to me, you can say anything, you can Say what you remember."

Qin Yi blinked, his eyes became a little drifting, and his eyelids gradually became heavy.

"Forget it." Mo Zijin sighed, put the white cat in his arms on the ground, took Qin Yi's arm and said, "Go back to bed and sleep."

Qin Yi was pulled up by Mo Zijin, and lay sleepily on his side on the couch. Mo Zijin looked at Qin Yi who was about to fall asleep and rolled his eyes twice, then rubbed his face to wake him up again.

Qin Yi looked sideways at Mo Zijin.

Mo Zijin stuck out his tongue, took Qin Yi's two hands, formed a circle, asked him to hold his own hand tightly, and said, "Two hands like this, hold them well."

"Don't move, don't move." Mo Zijin patted Qin Yi's hand, Qin Yi was a little confused, and glanced sideways at Mo Zijin.

Mo Zijin smiled slyly at him, took off his coat, stepped onto the couch, squatted on the side of the couch and slid forward, just in between Qin Yi's hands that formed a circle, turned sideways, and turned his back He leaned against Qin Yi's warm chest.

Mo Zijin took his arm out of the ring, held Qin Yi's hand around his waist, and said to himself, "I'm asleep, I'm asleep, don't let go."

Qin Yi maintained this posture for a long while, the broken hair on the back of Mo Zijin's head made him itchy, Qin Yi simply raised his face, lowered his head again, and pillowed it on the back of Mo Zijin's neck.

Just as Mo Zijin was about to fall asleep, he felt his neck sink, and he didn't dare to act rashly, for fear of disturbing Qin Yi, so he just smiled to himself, closed his eyes and had a good night's dream.