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When Xu He came to his senses, he subconsciously took a step back, his palms were covered with sweat, he was so scared that his heart almost stopped just now.

Is this kid so scary when he grows up?

Stepping back, he accidentally knocked over the stool.

A bang sound broke the embarrassing situation.

The young man on the bed opened his eyes and continued to look at Xu He.

The young man was wearing a black singlet of the same color as his long hair, which made his face paler.

It's just that the eyes looking over from a distance are deep and cold, and in this cold weather, they are as sharp as a sword.

He has really changed.

Xu He was in a mixed mood, a little relieved and a little bit embarrassed, but he still quickly remembered the purpose of his visit today.

Scratching his head, he said, "Is your injury better? My brother asked me to come pick you up."

Yu Mu slowly and tried his best to pull out a pale smile, covering up all the sharpness and indifference, and nodded slowly.

The coldness melted in the eyes, turning into watery light.

It seems that he has become the pure boy who is easy to cry and often has low self-esteem.

Xu He found a sense of familiarity and breathed a sigh of relief.

Yu Mu's aura just now was simply more terrifying than his father, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak casually.

Xu He thought he had just woken up and his throat was not feeling well yet.He picked up the teapot from the table next to him and poured a glass of water, and said, "Do you want some water?"

Yu Mu didn't speak, but nodded again.

And his hands were clenched slowly where Xu He couldn't see, and his bones turned white—self-loathing hostility spread to every ounce of blood, remembering that the sword almost hurt him just now, he even wanted to kill himself.

At this time Xu He had already walked over with the cup.

Xu He thought for a while, and said, "If you just woke up and your throat hurts, don't even think about talking."

Yu Mu lowered his head, his eyes fell on the boy's round nails holding the celadon teacup, and he paused for a long time.

Xu He: "Let's drink some water first."

Yu Mu stretched out his hand obediently, and took the cup, it was cold.

Inadvertently touching Xu He's fingertips, the burning heat went straight to his heart.

He drank water with lowered eyes.

His little son was still the same as before, dull and careless in some respects.

I don't know how long this tea has been left, it has already gone cold and spoiled.

The cold water felt like a knife had been cut in the throat.

swallow.

The stomach was overwhelmed, the pain was convulsive, and finally the mouth was filled with the taste of blood.

But he was content with it.

Yu Mu drank very calmly, Xu He waited for him to finish drinking, saw that his lips had recovered some color, breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "Is it better?"

Yu Mu wiped his mouth with his hand, gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood back to his mouth.

Restrain the killing and evil spirit written into his bones over the years, and dare not scare him anymore.

"Well, much better, thank you... thank you."

He put it back to the original appearance—maybe he didn’t need to pretend,

This is the truest appearance of him in front of him.

Frightened, sensitive, and vulnerable.

...not even daring to speak out loud.

This was the first time he spoke after the reunion, his voice was hoarse, but unexpectedly pleasant.

Xu He was a little surprised, he thought this kid had changed just now, why did his kung fu become the same as before after a while.

Now Xu He didn't know how to respond, he already owed Yu Mu kindness, and he felt ashamed and embarrassed for his respectful tone.

It's so awkward.

Scratching his head, Xu He, who was at a loss, took the cup, searched for topics, and tried: "Then do you want to drink, or, I... I will pour you another cup?"

His stomach was twisted like a knife, and the smell of blood in his mouth hadn't faded.

Yu Mu's gaze was clear and pure, and he smiled and nodded at Xu He: "En."

But Xu He poured half of the water, and was stopped by the old Chinese doctor who pushed the door open to see Yu Mu's condition.

God knows how frightened the old Chinese doctor looked when he saw him pouring water.Almost screamed.

Not even caring about his identity, he ran over and slapped Xu He's hand off, heartbroken: "Oh, what are you doing, young master—I don't know how many days this water has been left, what are you giving him to drink! And what are you doing to him? That injury, all the viscera and six internal organs are in trouble, how can I drink cold water when I wake up——You are here to kill him!"

Xu He was confused: "What?"

The old Chinese doctor was really anxious and angry, and wanted to give Xu He a good reprimand, but as soon as he raised his hand, he was frightened by a gaze that was as cold as ice scum from behind.

And after Xu He was accused by the old Chinese doctor, he also understood how deceitful his assertion was, what the fuck, he felt guilty and uncomfortable.

The first reaction was to look at Yu Mu.

It was Yu Mu who faced him with a somewhat astonished and dazed expression.

The old Chinese doctor didn't care about the feeling of being pressed against the back by the knife just now, and walked over and asked, "How do you feel now, little friend?"

Xu He also came closer: "No, are you all right?"

Yu Mu shook his head, and Xu He smiled and said, "It's okay."

The old Chinese doctor was worried: "Are you okay? Don't be brave, you've already been injured inside. The water is cold. If you drink it, your stomach may hurt."

Yu Mu turned his head, shielding Xu He's sight, and said to the old Chinese doctor, "Thank you for worrying, sir, I'm really fine."

His voice was very soft, "Young Master and I still have something to talk about, you should go out first."

The old Chinese doctor was unwilling in every possible way, but when he met the young man's eyes, he was still taken aback, and went out silently: "Then I'll make you a medicine and take it easy."

Before closing the door, take the teapot from the table by the way.

Xu He looked at the back of the old Chinese doctor leaving, and then turned to look at Yu Mu.

No matter how dull and careless he was, he knew it wouldn't be that simple.

It's like a stone is pressed against his chest, this feeling is often felt when getting along with Yu Mu.Sullen and uncomfortable: "...I'm sorry."

Yu Mu was startled, then wanted to stand up and say something, but was pushed back by Xu He.

Xu He was really afraid of him: "You just lean on, don't move, don't make any more effort."

The young man's ten fingers pressed on his shoulders, the strength was not light, but the tenderness spread from his heart, slowly enveloping the heart in the ice and snow, Yu Mu couldn't help but want to smile.

But Xu He's sadness made him very sad, so sad that his eyes were a little sad: "It's really fine, don't be sad."

Xu He didn't believe it, and just said: "Yes, the wound on your back five years ago, you also told me that it didn't hurt, it was very early."

Don't hurt a fart, early fart.

Why is this little kid so... pitiful.

Yu Mu was stunned again, he didn't expect that he still remembered what happened back then.

Xu He said in a muffled voice, "You don't feel well, so stop talking, I'll watch you from the side."

The young man was against the light, his pretty eyebrows were furrowed, and he was wearing a pomegranate red dress from his daughter's house. His face was exquisite and bright, and he already amazed the world outside.As far as he is concerned, this kind of beauty is as bright as a knife, carving a wound in his heart.

I traced it countless times in the middle of the night, and every place is familiar and clear.

Yu Mu lowered his head and smiled.

In these years, swordsmanship in snowy nights, swordsmanship in wind and sandstorms, he escaped countless deaths and came back alive countless times.

And in every gap between life and death, he became more and more clear about what he wanted.

The stable and dignified life that I feared and longed for in my childhood no longer became the direction.

He suddenly raised his hand, grabbed Xu He's wrist, and with the courage to pass through life and death, he made such a move that he never even dared to imagine.

In Xu He's stunned expression, he secretly licked the blood between his lips and teeth.

The smile is pure, and the eyes are clear: "Are you worried about me?"

The young man held his wrist with no force, but it also gave him a very uncomfortable oppression.

But Xu He is really a little speechless about this question, isn't it nonsense, he frowned and said: "I must be worried, stop talking."

Brother, do you know that I always suspect that you will spit out a mouthful of blood.

Yu Mu finally got his reply, his pale face was stained with blood, as if shy, he slowly let go of his hand.

Just for a while, I remembered something again, and looked at his neck hesitantly: "You...I just..."

Xu He touched his neck, the coolness was still lingering, he said: "I'm fine, don't talk, I beg you."

Yu Mu pursed his lips, swallowed the words back, and lowered his head.

As timid as ever.

Xu He sighed inwardly, it was not a good feeling.

In his brother's mouth, the boy who faced the pack of wolves alone with a stick and a stick on a full moon and snowy night, the indifference on the outside has faded, but he is actually a shy and cowardly boy in his heart.

It's just that not many people are willing to get to know him seriously.