Master, he never speaks

For a moment, neither Zhu Jixiu nor Shen Qianche spoke. The two of them looked at each other. Suddenly a gust of wind blew over and lifted the pear petals on the ground. The white color confused people's eyes and blocked Shen Qianche's watery eyes.

Shen Qianche: "Look, Zhu Jixiu, you met me just now, but I'm not angry at all."

Perhaps because of the white pear petals as a cover, Shen Qianche let go of his bravado in front of Zhu Jixiu, the hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled slightly, his voice was forced, the corners of his eyes gradually became moist, biting Tighten your lower lip and don't want to cry.

Seeing Shen Qianche like this, Zhu Ji stopped cleaning the teapot. He was silent for two seconds, then put the teapot on the stone platform next to him, and walked towards Shen Qianche calmly.

Shen Qianche: "Don't...don't come here..."

Shen Qianche raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes in a panic. He looked at Zhu Jixiu at a loss, and took two steps back. Just when he was about to turn around to hide his cowardice, he pulled Zhu Jixiu away. Hold the wrist.

Zhu Jixiu: "Cry if you want, this is Jiange, not any other place."

Zhu Jixiu: "You are Shen Qianche, the well-known second disciple of Jiange, a peerless genius who is famous for being a master, the junior of Princess Mu Ying of the Dynasty, and my senior brother of Zhu Jixiu."

Zhu Jixiu: "In this place, you can cry when you want to cry, and laugh when you want to laugh. Mu Ying, me, and Master are all people who can tolerate all your negative emotions. Jiange is your home and your shelter. , is your land of habitat, your pure land."

Zhu Jixiu and Shen Qianche looked at each other. He looked at Shen Qianche's stunned expression, raised his finger, and slowly wiped the end of Shen Qianche's eyes. But softened, Zhu Jixiu said softly:

Zhu Jixiu: "Shen Qianche, do you still remember what you said to me the first day you saw me?"

Shen Qianche: "..."

Zhu Jixiu showed a faint smile to Shen Qianche. He bent down and broke off a moon root grass, then raised his hand and slowly inserted the white and tender moon root grass into Shen Qianche's ear.

Zhu Jixiu had a smile in his eyes, and his brows were full of tenderness. At this time, the expression on his face was so similar to Zhu Hanshuang's, the little white flower just so peacefully settled by Shen Qianche's ear.

It's a clean white that hasn't been polluted by anyone.

Zhu Jixiu held Shen Qianche's wrist and asked Shen Qianche to take back the small wooden sword. The little fox cub that Shen Qianche could only look up to when she knelt down was now as tall as him. Zhu Jixiu, who grew up under his nose, stared at Shen Qianche closely, and said:

Zhu Jixiu: "Second senior brother, do you still remember what you told me back then? Maybe you don't remember, but I still remember, you told me..."

Zhu Jixiu: "Little brother, I hope that every day you are in Jiange, like this moon root grass, will always be sunny and never be in darkness."

Zhu Jixiu raised his hand, just like Shen Qianche did to him before, and gently rubbed the top of Shen Qianche's head, his movements were very light, it was Shen Qianche's original strength, with Loving and cherishing touch.

Shen Qianche: "Little Junior Brother..."

Shen Qianche felt the rare gentle force on the top of his head, and the heat in his eyes, which had finally dissipated, surged up again, and tears gathered in his eye sockets involuntarily. As he blinked involuntarily, the tears flowed down the corners of his eyes down.

Zhu Jixiu: "Then, you said something to me, do you still remember?"

Zhu Jixiu: "Tell me, as long as you, Shen Qianche, are still alive, I will always be the most precious junior brother of our Jiange. Whoever dares to bully me and humiliate me, the sword in your hand will definitely come out of its sheath for me. Get back the scene, and keep me safe in this life."

Zhu Jixiu: "It's been so long, congratulations, Shen Qianche, you have successfully done it."

Zhu Jixiu took a step forward, hugged Shen Qianche, put his hand on the back of Shen Qianche's head, pressed his head on his shoulder, and continued:

Zhu Jixiu: "If it is a painful thing, then forget him. If it is a sad thing, now that I have grown up, I will accompany you to drink a jar of peach blossom wine. If it is an unforgettable thing, then try to Forget it."

Zhu Jixiu: "Shen Qianche, you are not an orphan without a home, you have Mu Ying, your master, and me."

Zhu Jixiu: "Jiange, I will always regard you as an indestructible glory."

Hearing what Zhu Jixiu said, Shen Qianche could no longer control the long-suppressed emotions in his body. He hugged Zhu Jixiu tightly, as if hugging the last straw, crying Straight choked.

Shen Qianche: "Little junior brother... woo woo woo..."

Zhu Jixiu lowered his eyes, patted Shen Qianche's back, and comforted the second senior brother's emotions. At first, the second senior brother's hand was still on his shoulder obediently. As time went by, Zhu Jixiu noticed that Something is wrong.

Zhu Jixiu: "Shen Qianche!"

Zhu Jixiu pushed Shen Qianche away abruptly. He looked angrily at his second senior brother, who pushed his nose on his face and made an inch, raised his foot and kicked his leg fiercely.

Zhu Jixiu: "Where was your hand touching just now?"

Hearing this, Shen Qianche lowered his head with some guilty conscience, he coughed, the tears on his face hadn't been wiped clean, like a primary school student who was punished by the teacher, he looked up carefully Zhu Ji repaired his face With a look on his face, he opened the mouth and said:

Shen Qianche: "Well...Actually...I just touched your...fox tail..."

Zhu Jixiu was about to be pissed off by Shen Qianche, only Master could touch his tail, that place was already sensitive, and Shen Qianche just touched the place near the root of the tail.

Zhu Jixiu: "My fox tail, can you touch it?"

Hearing what Zhu Jixiu said, coupled with the expression on Zhu Jixiu's face, Shen Qianche's heart was hit hard. He looked at Zhu Jixiu with a crying face, and roared:

Shen Qianche: "Why! Why! Didn't you just say that the Jiange is my shelter, and I am your second senior brother Zhu Jixiu! Why does your second senior brother want to touch your fox tail now, so why not?" It's so difficult!"

Zhu Jixiu: "Tsk, when I take a shower tonight, I have to wash my tail twice more."

Shen Qianche: "Zhu Jixiu Zhu Jixiu Zhu Jixiu! You little fox bastard! You have no heart! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Shen Qianche took out the small wooden sword, and began to make gestures in the air. The warm and touching atmosphere just now disappeared in an instant. It was obvious that the two brothers hugged each other expressly not long ago, but now they started fighting.

Zhu Jixiu: "Don't you want to send your sword back?"

Zhu Jixiu raised his chin slightly, making Shen Qianche look down at the sword in his hand.

Shen Qianche tightly squeezed the hilt of the sword in his hand. After three seconds of silence, he raised his head, smiled brightly at Zhu Jixiu, and said:

Shen Qianche: "I'll go and send the little wooden sword back now."