The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

Yun Xian stared at Sang Jian's serious look with burning eyes, I understand, Master.

She said she should be given some credit.

He should believe that she was different from others.

She will really forgive herself.

Sang Jian's mind was all on the wine jar, not on Yun Xian, and he didn't notice Yun Xian's deep gaze.

Okay, let's seal the altar together and you can drink it next year. Sang Jian pulled Yun Xian to his side.

She pressed her hands on the lid of the wine jar and asked Yun Xian to tie the lid to the jar with the rope nearby.

Only then did Yun Xian realize what she was doing, Master, did you turn those unripe grapes into wine?

Sang Jian nodded, Well, after all, it is your heart and can't be wasted.

Yun Xian was very touched.

It's just some unripe grapes, but she takes them so seriously.

If you can't eat it, just use it in another way. It's neither a waste of food nor a waste of his thoughts.

Not to mention... scolding him.

Although there were some hints that he was not very intelligent, he did not feel embarrassed after hearing it.

In the past, if he failed to do something well, he would only receive insults and ridicule from head to toe.

No one has ever treated me like this.

Yun Xian suddenly felt that even if he was a scapegoat, it would not be so difficult to accept.

…

Next to the Taishi chair where Sang Jian likes to lie down, there is an unknown tree. Sang Jian usually uses it to shade the tree, and the two of them buried the wine jar under it.

The matter of burying the soil was left to Yun Xian.

Sang Jian had already gone back to eat.

After Yun Xian filled in the soil, he still stood under the tree, looking at the place where the wine was buried, slightly lost in thought.

This was the first meaningful thing he and his master did together.

Will there be a second, third, fourth, and countless things in the future?

There will be, right?

If you don't come to eat, I will finish my meal.

Sanmi's urging voice sounded not far away.

Yun Xian smiled slightly, dropped the shovel in his hand, and ran towards Sang Jian, Here he comes!

…

The days that followed were uneventful and happy.

At least that's what Yun Xian thought.

Get up early every morning to buy groceries and try to be back within half an hour.

Every time the master says something harsh, he must come back within half an hour.

In fact, even if he came back later, she wouldn't say much and would just ask him to pay attention next time.

It can be seen that Yun Xian knew that the master was a hard-spoken and soft-hearted person.

But he will still try his best to achieve the goal of half an hour.

Every time he came back from the mountain, Yun Xian would bring some fruits or snacks to Sang Jian, so that she could have something to satisfy her cravings while she was alone in the back mountain.

After lunch, Yun Xian will go horse riding for half an hour.

From being wobbly at the beginning and persevering forcefully, to being steady and steady at the end, there will be no other problems except for some sweating.

After gaiting, I still have to run laps.

A few days ago, Yun Xian almost fainted when he ran back, but later he could take a few breaths after running back.

It just so happened that Sang Jian was refining elixirs in the yard every day when he went out for a run.

Before he collapses, give him a pill to relieve his pain.

It was not until later that he could bear it physically without the use of pills.

This is what is called growth.

Yunxian is very satisfied with the current results.

The only strange thing is that Sang didn't teach him anything else.

But he was in no hurry.

He knew she was waiting for his physical condition to completely improve.

Only by taking one step at a time can we be practical, and trying to encourage others will only be counterproductive.

…

On this day, Yun Xian had just returned from the market with a basket on his back.

When passing by the Qianfeng faction and preparing to go to the back mountain, they were stopped by several people.