Sleep well tonight [Quick Transmigration]

Pei Jinxin turned his head to look at Yu Zhiye when he didn't make a sound, and saw his expression turn from a little astonishment to silence, and finally from relief to sympathy.

Pei Jinxin is very confused now: "What's wrong?"

"You, it's not easy." Yu Zhiye reached out and patted Pei Jinxin's shoulder.

Pei Jinxin suddenly felt an inexplicable heavy sympathy from his tone and movements, the weight on his shoulders was light but heavy: "...Fortunately, the most difficult days are over."

Yu Zhiye thought to himself: Your most difficult days are yet to come.

After Yu Zhiye remembered the dream, he also knew that Pei Jinxin's illness was not so easy to solve, and it was possible that he would never be able to cure it in his whole life.

You say this disease is painful, it is indeed painful.

You say this disease is fatal, but it is not.

It just tortured Pei Jinxin and made his life not so easy.

"Have you finished your medicine?" Yu Zhiye held the empty wooden tube in his hands and played with it.

"There is a prescription, and it can be remixed." Pei Jinxin's body has recovered a lot, at least he has the strength to sit up.

He jerked his body upwards, leaning his shoulder against Yu Zhiye's shoulder.

"Then what are your plans next?" Yu Zhiye felt something pressing on his back, touched back, caught an insect, and threw it into the fire.

The flames sizzled and surrounded the little insect, followed by a faint smell of paste.

Pei Jinxin didn't rush to answer.

The piano he brought was placed not far from him, and Pei Jinxin reached out to grab the piano into his arms: "Can I play the piano for a while?"

"It's fine," Yu Zhiye didn't know the reason why Pei Jinxin wanted to play the piano all of a sudden, he just watched him take the piano out of the package, and asked, "Is your health okay?"

Pei Jinxin smiled silently while holding the qin, and strummed the strings with his fingertips: "I still have the strength to play the qin."

Pei Jinxin played the piano lighter than usual, but he didn't look weak.

The music he played in his hands floated in the air. It was the clear stream in the mountains, and it was also the whisper of the grass and trees. It was a small animal in the forest for a while, and it turned into the wind for a while.

"Actually," Pei Jinxin stared at the fire and seemed to look further away, and continued after a while, "I want to find my biological father."

Pei Jinxin is so familiar with the qin that he can feel the position of each string without looking at it.

"Oh?" Yu Zhiye responded suspiciously as if he didn't know anything, "Do you know your father's name?"

"Pei Xun," Pei Jinxin's voice was a little softer, and his strength in playing the piano was even lighter, "Maybe I'm destined to 'find' him."

"I didn't have a mother when I was born, and I lived with my father until I was nine years old." Pei Jinxin opened the dusty box, found memories in it, and slowly recounted his past to Yu Zhiye word by word. After the recovery, I opened my eyes and saw my master."

Pei Jinxin paused for a moment: "My master's name is Bu Le, and he is older than my biological father. He told me that my father sold his property to save me, but he regretted it. He was tired and didn't want to raise any more. me."

"Do you believe it?" Yu Zhiye asked him.

"I...don't believe it." Pei Jinxin played the piano seriously, but the piano didn't disturb his thoughts, "But I waited at home for half a month, just waiting for the people who came to take my house away and gossip with the spectators I asked the neighbors, and they all said he left so fast that no one knew where my father went."

The sound of the piano turned a little heavy.

Yu Zhiye listened to Pei Jinxin's words and pondered.

"When I lived with Master before, every time I mentioned my father, he would be very angry." The warm red fire light danced on Pei Jinxin's eyelashes, "Master taught me art and provided for me. He Treat me well, and I shouldn't think about my own father anymore."

"But you still want to find him." Yu Zhiye said with certainty.

"Yes." Pei Jinxin smiled lightly, "I always want to find him."

"Then your master agreed?" Yu Zhiye asked.

"There's nothing you can do if you don't agree." The corners of Pei Jinxin's lips flattened a little, and his faded smile was tinged with a kind of blank sadness. "He passed away last year."

The melody played by the guqin kept changing with Pei Jinxin's state of mind. Yu Zhiye could hear some emotions that Pei Jinxin didn't express in his music.

"Oh." Yu Zhiye responded in a very light tone, and frowned again.

To be honest, Yu Zhiye thought it would be good if Master Pei Jinxin died.

Pei Jinxin said that his master was kind to him, but Yu Zhiye didn't know how to do it. Anyway, Yu Zhiye remembered that Pei Jinxin and his master were always at odds in the dream records.

His master is too suspicious and has a very low sense of trust in others. He regards Guqin as his lifelong ideal and highest mission, and demands the same from Pei Jinxin.

Under the influence and guidance of his master, Pei Jinxin fell in love with the guqin, and also fell in love with the guqin, but he couldn't accept that the master didn't let him touch other musical instruments and entertainments, and also didn't allow him to read and write, thinking that everything else was a waste of time.

He still couldn't understand how his master behaved, and his master didn't like that Pei Jinxin would miss his father very much.

They sometimes had quarrels, quarrels, quarrels, and cold wars. In rare cases, Bu Le would lock him in the room and not allow him to go out. In the end, the two of them reconciled.

If one person blindly treats another badly, it must be a direct departure from happiness, and love and hatred are very straightforward.

But many times, Bu Le treats him well and treats him badly, pulling Pei Jinxin back and forth between loving him and hating him.

The good can't offset the bad, and the bad can't offset the good, but the young Pei Jinxin can't handle such a complicated situation well, or maybe there is no good way to deal with it.

But in this story, Yu Zhiye has always felt that Pei Jinxin's emotions are too calm and stable, and there is no trace of resentment towards others in his words from seeing that story to now listening to Pei Jinxin tell this story.

Why hadn't the injuries he suffered made him bad?

In Yu Zhiye's heart, hatred is stronger than love, and it is easier to fall than to insist on kindness. He can't understand Pei Jinxin.

Doubt sprouted in his heart, like an irresistible itch when a wound scabs over.

Yu Zhiye asked him: "Do you hate him?"

I want to see Pei Jinxin showing a different side, I want to know if his beautiful and peaceful surface is just a disguise, cursing with resentment, hysterical madness, sadness, remorse, anything is fine, as long as it is not like this, like a flower blooming in a quagmire flowers like that.

Mud should be a puddle of mud.

Yu Zhiye found it strange that Pei Jinxin was tolerant and firm, and it went against his cognition.

Pei Jinxin didn't know anything about Yu Zhiye's heart, he just asked in a daze, "Do you hate him because he won't let me find my father?"

"Have you lived by his side all these years, have you lived a good life?" Yu Zhiye's question was obviously tendentious.

Pei Jinxin didn't know how to answer Yu Zhiye's question. After being quiet for a while, he still insisted on telling the truth, thinking about his own true feelings while being silent.

"He never beat me. He carved many wooden toys for me. He made me a qin with his own hands. He took my hand to touch every string. When I was sick, he would carry me all over the place. Find a doctor in the streets and alleys..." Pei Jinxin's voice was hoarse with a hint of lightness, and he remembered every bit of Bu Le's kindness to him.

"But my life is still not very good." A series of music still flows smoothly from Pei Jinxin's hands, changing from brisk to soft, matching Pei Jinxin's words, it seems that the negative connotation of the content itself has been weakened, "Master, he advocates the life of an ascetic monk, and he is always full of resentment towards the things around him. I think he lives a life that is too careless and unhappy, but he doesn't seem to think so."

"He thinks everything is bad except the piano. He asks me to practice the piano every morning and before going to bed. He takes me to eat only steamed buns and vegetables. He thinks that everyone close to me and him is selfish. Maliciousness, literacy and reading, and mentioning your father are even more unacceptable things."

Among those negative descriptions, Yu Zhiye probably got the expected answer. He took it for granted that Pei Jinxin should hate Bu Le: "So you hate him?"

Pei Jinxin didn't say he hated it, nor did he say he didn't hate it, what he said was: "I don't know either."

Yu Zhiye didn't speak.

"He didn't let me get in touch with some people, I went secretly. He didn't let me read books, I read them secretly. He didn't let me find my father, I went to them secretly," Pei Jinxin said, "Those days sounded very Bitter, but there are actually many things that make me happy.”

Yu Zhiye fell into confusion again, a little dissatisfied with his answer, but more puzzled.

Yu Zhiye is not obsessed with any ideal family relationship, but he feels that Pei Jinxin does.

Life has added many experiences to Pei Jinxin, and he has accepted them all, and he can still maintain an optimistic look in the end.

Pei Jinxin... Pei Jinxin is like a sea, no matter what other people pour into it, love or hate, suffering or pain, good or bad, whatever is good, Pei Jinxin is still that sea.

And this kind of sea is unfamiliar to Yu Zhiye.

For a while, neither of them spoke again.

Pei Jinxin was immersed in memories and music, and Yu Zhiye fell into a perplexing thought problem.

I don't know how long it took before Pei Jinxin smiled lightly and continued: "When I was learning the piano with my master, sometimes I would go to other places to perform alone. At that time, I would always inquire about my father in private. I I also made some money in the past two years, and spent money to ask someone to inquire about him, and asked him that he had appeared in Barnyard City."

"Then why don't you go directly to Barnyard City?" Yu Zhiye frowned, still following his words.

"Now is on the way to Barnyard City." Pei Jinxin didn't see Yu Zhiye's frown. It was the first time he told others about his life experience, and he felt much more relaxed after he said some words, "I... So urgent. If he has been in Barnyard City all these years, then he will not leave easily. If he has lived all over the world like me all these years, then it is useless for me to rush there. "

Pei Jinxin smiled again, this time the smile was much simpler, and he added: "I have accepted some performance invitations in various cities, and I will earn some money before going there... After all, it is very expensive to find people to inquire about news and buy food. "

Yu Zhiye is not a suspicious and thoughtful person, he put aside his doubts and nodded, and asked casually, "Does food cost money?"

Pei Jinxin's smile widened a bit: "It may not be too expensive for others, but my hobbies happen to include food, and I can't walk when I see food."

Thinking of the various dry food that Pei Jin brought tonight, Yu Zhiye realized.

Yu Zhiye thought for a while, then said, "I'm going to Barnyard City too, together?"

"What a coincidence?" Pei Jinxin's eyes flashed with surprise, and he broke the piano in his hand, "That's naturally good."

"Then it's settled." After Yu Zhiye finished speaking, he planned to put aside his incomprehensible thoughts, and he yawned, "I'm sleepy, shall I go to sleep?"

"Sleep against the tree like this?" Pei Jinxin paused after speaking, then remembered something, "No, there is one more thing."

Yu Zhiye was puzzled: "What is it?"

"Bird, thrush," Pei Jinxin still remembered about the bird, "is the injured thrush still okay now?"

"...I don't know." Yu Zhiye was also surprised by how much Pei Jinxin cared about the bird.

The author has something to say:

Look, Xiaoyu took the initiative to run away with the man!

(In addition, I bought Roujiamo! I am happy! I am happy!