My son sleeps lightly

After Chang Qin finished washing, he finally cleaned off the dust all over his body. He walked to the bed and looked at He Hui who was sitting on it. He didn't speak, but squatted down and touched He Hui's finger.

He Hui's sad eyes gradually lifted up, looking at He Hui, "Actually, I kind of guessed, is it my family's business?"

Chang Qin didn't speak, and gently rubbed He Hui's little finger.

He Hui calmed down in this silence, and asked in a low voice, "Could something happen to my father?"

Chang Qin raised his head, "Don't worry," He Hui's shadow was reflected in his eyes, and he seemed calm.

He had just escaped from the bloody storm, and faced these things immediately, he was a little at a loss, but in front of He Hui, he must not show the slightest.

He Hui clenched his palms and wrapped Chang Qin's hand in, "Fortunately, you're back."

Warmth spread from He Hui's fingertips into Chang Qin's heart, he raised his head slightly to let himself catch his breath, "Yes, I'm here."

He Hui recalled that when he learned that his legs might never be able to stand up again, Chang Qin did the same. He said, "I am here."

Only in front of Chang Qin can He Hui show his vulnerable side.

He was also a teenager at the time, and he was also afraid, regretful, and resentful.

But he can't say it, because he is the cousin who can laugh, the son of the He family who can be calm, and the son of the city lord who can survive.

During that time, He Hui shed a lot of tears and sweat in front of Chang Qin.

Chang Qin took his hand and led him to walk slowly, becoming his crutch and only companion.

And still is.

He Hui pursed his lips, "I'll call the servant to serve you."

"No need," Chang Qin's eyes darkened, he hoped his guess was wrong, "I want you to accompany me."

He Hui was stunned for a moment, blinked his eyes, his eyelashes were longer than some women, so his eyes always looked innocent, "I'll accompany you?"

"I don't smell blood anymore." Chang Qin said seriously.

"No, it's not because of this," He Hui said incoherently. He and Chang Qin, two grown men, were squeezed together on the same bed.

"I killed a lot of people and would have nightmares."

He Hui looked at Chang Qin, and couldn't read any evil thoughts from his sincere eyes, just like the isolated child back then.

"Okay." He Hui replied.

……

"He Hui has Chang Qin to comfort him, so it should be fine," Liang Qiu lay on the bed with his limbs wide open. He had just explained everything to He Hui and the others, and was busy with his own business.

It's my business...

Liang Qiu glanced at the corner, Liang Si was standing here just now.

Liang Qiu didn't like to stand passively, especially the current situation is too difficult to control, who knows what will happen in the future, so he sent Liang Si out.

With Liang Si's kung fu, it is easy to escape these surveillance.

Liang Qiu had to get in touch with his own intelligence network. If he was not wrong, even Xiao Chong might not be able to grasp the current situation clearly.

Everyone blindfolded in the dark with their eyes tied together, it's not something he, Young Master Liang, can do.

Liang Qiu turned sideways and yawned, "Liang Si..."

He wanted to ask Liang Si to extinguish the candle for him.

He knew that Liang Si had left early, but he just wanted to call his name.

Liang Qiu clenched the brocade quilt beside him, as if a ball of fire had accumulated in his lower abdomen.

He suddenly thought of his bad tastes before, when he watched the dancers in Nuanchun Pavilion dance softly, each and every little girl looked like they had no bones, stumbling around, and he wondered what it would be like if Liang Si danced in a costume.

So he ordered Liang Si to try.

It doesn't matter if you try it, it has given Nuanchun Pavilion a signboard.

More and more people came here every night, just to spend a lot of money on Liang Si.

Liang Qiu is aware of his vanity, something that no one can touch, he obeys his own words, and puts himself in a position more important than his life...

Liang Qiu breathed lightly, closed his eyes slightly, and lay on his side on the bed.

……

I don't know when the sky will be bright.

The first one to wake up was Ye Lan. He was in a daze, and felt that he hadn't recovered yet. He patted the bed vigorously, but no one came to serve him.

Ah, Xiao Chong is injured.

Ye Lan turned over, it's good, no one is urging herself today.

He opened his eyes suddenly, no!

Ye Lan shook her shoulders, got up, tied her hair in front of the mirror, patted her face vigorously, and walked out of the room.

When Zhang Tao saw him, he immediately saluted, "Second Young Master, you're awake."

"Well," Ye Lan looked at Xiao Chong's room next door, "I'll go and see him."

"Okay." Zhang Tao responded, he was tired after guarding Ye Lan's door all night.

Ye Lan pushed the door open, not daring to make too much noise, and walked slowly, seeing Xiao Chong still lying where he was, heaved a sigh of relief.

"Second Young Master?"

"Well, it's me, you go to sleep with you."

"Can't sleep," Xiao Chong opened his eyes, "I miss you."

Ye Lan's face turned red suddenly, what did this kid say, yesterday he was just giving him some color, why did he open a dyeing workshop today.

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Well," Xiao Chong turned his head, "will you stay with me today, I want you to stay with me when you are awake."

Ye Lan took a step back, he wanted to go back to his room and wake himself up.

Who is this man with gentle eyes and soft words?

The author has something to say: I got off work late today!sorry!