Master, he never speaks

Zhu Hanshuang didn't sleep all night.

He just opened his eyes in a daze, watching the night outside the window gradually replaced by light.

Zhu Jixiu's waving hand put him on his lap slightly, and his face, which was originally indifferent, now showed no expression at all.

Seeing Zhu Hanshuang's appearance, the system also felt a little uncomfortable. He didn't even eat potato chips, and huddled in a small corner, whispering.

System: [Frost, there is nothing I can do about it. The Lord God asked me to dig these four big pits for you. If I don’t dig them for you, the Lord God will kick my mechanical head off and use it as a ball! 】

Zhu Hanshuang didn't want to deal with the system. If he didn't have the limit of "only 10 words a day", he and Zhu Jixiu wouldn't have quarreled last night.

If there are no four big holes dug for him by the system, he can smile at Zhu Jixiu, say he likes Zhu Jixiu, and say a lot to Zhu Jixiu.

Whether it's words of encouragement or words of jokes, Zhu Hanshuang wants to tell Zhu Jixiu one by one:

【You are the treasure of Jiange, it has nothing to do with your identity or bloodline, just because you are Zhu Jixiu. 】

Zhu Hanshuang: Just because you are Zhu Jixiu, I wish Hanshuang would do my best to treat you with all my heart.

Zhu Hanshuang wanted to give Zhu Jixiu a childhood without darkness, beatings, and insults.

He wanted Zhu Jixiu to be full of sunshine, happiness, and hope every day in Jiange.

But now, everything has been messed up by him.

Perhaps in Zhu Jixiu's eyes, the current Zhu Hanshuang is a liar.

The treasure of Jiange, and cooking glutinous rice cakes in person, are all deceitful illusions to gain favorability.

All of them are extremely hypocritical.

The more she thought about it, the sadder Zhu Hanshuang became, and her heart throbbed in pain.

In the past, Zhu Jixiu would stuff his fluffy and soft fox tail into his arms every night because he thought his body temperature was low.

At that time, Zhu Hanshuang always disliked Zhu Jixiu's unnecessary actions. His cultivation base would no longer be infected by ordinary cold.

But last night, Zhu Hanshuang was the only one on the empty big bed, without soft fox ears, fluffy fox tail, and Zhu Jixiu's careful acting like a baby.

At this moment, Zhu Hanshuang suddenly understood how important Zhu Jixiu was to him.

This world is no longer the virtual world constructed in the novel "The Fox Lord".

Zhu Jixiu is true, Shen Qianche is true, Qiu Yin is also true...

Even himself is true.

It's not just that he will be heartbroken because of Zhu Jixiu's action of throwing his hand away yesterday.

Zhu Jixiu...Zhu Jixiu would also feel heartbroken because of Zhu Hanshuang's long silence last night.

The system is still chattering.

System: "Frost, don't blame me. To be honest, I don't want to create a gap between you and the hero, but I am..."

Without hesitation, Zhu Hanshuang blocked the system that was still beeping, and stood up suddenly from the bed.

He stood there blankly thinking for a while, finally pushed open his door, and walked towards the side room.

It was originally Zhu Jixiu's room, but Zhu Jixiu liked to sleep with Zhu Hanshuang, and Zhu Hanshuang spoiled his little temper.

The side room was left unoccupied.

Standing outside the door of the side room, Zhu Hanshuang mustered up her courage, made countless kinds of mental construction in her heart, and after thinking about what to say, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

No one answered.

He reached out and knocked again, but the door was silent, without a single sound.

Zhu Hanshuang frowned, gently pushed open the door, and poked inside, only to find that the beds were stacked neatly.

The person he was looking for had already left.

Not a word was left for him.

……

Zhu Jixiu had indeed left a long time ago. Before dawn, he took the elixir that concealed his ears and tail, and went to the small mountain where Shen Qianche was.

Shen Qianche is Zhu Hanshuang's direct disciple, and he is at the top of the list among the direct disciples, so the treatment given to him by the sect is naturally not bad.

It would be great for Shen Qianche to directly ask Shen Qianche to pick a small mountain closest to the Jiange.

After all, this brother of my family is lively, loves to laugh, and has a bright temper. His swordsmanship ranks first among his direct disciples, and his master is also the number one sword god in Kyushu. He doesn't put on airs when getting along with others.

It can be said that everyone loves everyone, and flowers bloom when they see flowers. Even the most stern elders can be laughed out loud by Shen Qianche.

Zhu Jixiu originally thought that a person like Shen Qianche would have a simple and elegant residence, but he didn't expect that all kinds of peach trees would be planted from the foot of the mountain.

A whole mountain peak is actually planted with ten miles of peach blossoms. Looking at the scorching fragrance all over the mountains and plains, a gust of breeze blows up and rolls up the pink peach petals, dizzying the magnificent spectacle of Danxia multilayered.

Stepping in, it's like entering a paradise. Thousands of peach blossoms have bloomed in dreamy colors, reflecting the spring scenery in the warm sun. The peach branches are swaying in the breeze, like flying snow, bright and lovely.

There is a small path up the mountain in the blossoming peach blossom forest of Yongcu. Zhu Jixiu stepped on the path all the way up, with a few pink peach petals stuck to his body and hair, and his impetuous and cruel heart is also here The peach blossom forest fell silent.

Just walking up like this, Zhu Jixiu saw the small courtyard on the top of the mountain not long after.

Compared with those carefully planted peach trees, Shen Qianche's other courtyard is much simpler, and only dozens of bamboos are used to outline the appearance of the small courtyard.

But in this ordinary small courtyard, there is actually a thick white peach blossom tree. The breeze blows, and some white petals are flying and spinning in the air. Zhu Jixiu looked up and saw a person sitting on the peach blossom tree .

That person looks like Shen Qianche, but not like Shen Qianche.

Because the Shen Qianche he knew always had a smile on his face, as if he had inexhaustible energy every day, and everyone he saw had a bright spring look on his face.

But now Shen Qianche, holding his never-leaving Peach Blossom Sword in his arms, was drinking wine with his head up, but there were layers of intense sadness and sorrow in his eyes, and the expression on his face was very strange .

Crying is not crying, smiling is not laughing, these two emotions are entangled, and for a while, he can't tell whether his emotions are mostly laughing or crying.

This was the first time Zhu Jixiu saw Shen Qianche other than smiling.

As if there was an unhealable scar hidden in my heart, I could only wear a bright mask and face everyone I saw.

Zhu Jixiu didn't like Shen Qianche's appearance.

The Shen Qianche he knew shouldn't have this expression, this look.

Zhu Jixiu: "Brother."

Zhu Jixiu raised his head and looked at Shen Qianche quietly.

This "senior brother" came so suddenly that Shen Qianche woke up suddenly. He lowered his head blankly and looked at Zhu Jixiu who was standing outside the courtyard door. The wine was hidden.

The younger brother is too young to let him see the wine.

Shen Qianche: "You... why are you here, come in quickly..."

Shen Qianche wiped the corner of his mouth that was still stained with wine, Zhu Jixiu's familiar smirk appeared on his face again, he jumped down from the tree trunk, and hid the bottle of wine behind the tree.

Zhu Jixiu pushed open the bamboo door of the small courtyard and walked in.

Compared with the magnificent peach trees on the mountain, the scene in the small courtyard is a bit too bleak and chills.

Shen Qianche: "Come, come, junior brother, sit down!"

Shen Qianche brought Zhu Jixiu a chair, and before Zhu Jixiu sat down, the dilapidated chair fell into a pile of bamboo and wood corroded by insects.

Shen Qianche: "..."

Zhu Jixiu: "..."

Shen Qianche smiled awkwardly at Zhu Jixiu, and was about to get another stool for Zhu Jixiu when she was stopped by her junior brother.

Zhu Jixiu: "No need, brother,"

Zhu Jixiu casually lifted his robe, sat on the ground, and then suddenly opened his mouth and asked:

Zhu Jixiu: "Brother, do you have someone you like?"

Hearing this, Shen Qianche was stunned for a moment, he lowered his head, he didn't know what he thought of in his mind, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, blossoming peach blossoms fell on his black hair, Shen Qianche softly said:

Shen Qianche: "Yes."

Shen Qianche has someone she likes very much.

He planted peach trees all over the mountain for that person, ten miles of peach blossoms piled on top of each other, drank wine every day, and held the peach blossom sword that the person gave him every night.

But he didn't think that person didn't like him, and even hated him to the bone, hating him deeply.