"When I was tired, he said lightly, 'You can kill me'......"

Together with the east wind, a few cold rain strands bypassed the oil-paper umbrella and gently hit the back of my hand, which made me feel excited.

I asked Senior Brother Nine with an expressionless face, "You moved again?" ”

Senior Brother Jiu smiled bitterly: "At that time, my kung fu was no match for him, and you really made me ...... I'm ashamed to be ......."

I covered my mouth and coughed, "That's ......"

Senior Brother Jiu looked deeply at Senior Brother Xiaobai in the Sifang Pavilion, and continued: "Hearing what he said, I was stunned, Xiaobai has always been bold and domineering, but at that time, he burst into tears, and kept calling 'Mama' and 'Big Brother'......

"That was the first time I saw Xiaobai crying, and the only time I saw him cry...... I don't know what happened, but I ...... if I can make the hard-hearted little white miserable."

Alas, presumably over the years, Senior Brother Nine has always regretted that he had done something to Senior Brother Xiaobai at that time.

I stood on tiptoe, patted Senior Brother Jiu's shoulder, and comforted: "Since you said that Senior Brother was depressed at that time, I can't say that your beating made him feel a little happier in his heart. ”

Senior Brother Nine was stunned for a moment and looked at the Sifang Pavilion: "I hope so." ”

Since Senior Brother Xiaobai stroked the piano alone, it means that he doesn't want to see people now, I, Ye Rong, have always been a gentle and considerate lady, so I quietly stood at the head of the bridge and watched for a while, then returned to Jingshuiju, and boiled a pot of ginseng chicken soup very virtuously.

In the evening, the piano rhyme lingers, and the spring rain is like a crisp.

I took a bath and lazily leaned on the embroidered couch to read "Lantian Food".

The book that Master gave me was full of ways to make pastries and tea, and I saw that it was very beneficial.

But I have already turned over most of this "Lantian Food", and the sound of the piano outside has not stopped.

Senior brother, you have been playing the piano alone in the Sifang Pavilion for a day, are you dying? Although your heart is bitter, if you lose your life, how should you experience this bitterness?

I hurriedly packed up, and was about to pick up my umbrella to pull him, but the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

I breathed a sigh of relief, poked my head out of the window, and the little white brother in a white robe held the piano, braving the rain, and slowly walked towards Jingshui House.

Although the spring rain is not big, it is a little cold after being drenched for a long time, and he doesn't even know how to hold an umbrella?

Alas, that's it, when the lights in the Qingze Courtyard are on, I sent him the chicken soup, which I have been simmering for most of the day, just to drive him away.

Who knows, I didn't hear the movement of Kiyosawa Temple, but the door of my Fuyuan Temple was slammed.

I hurriedly raised my umbrella to answer the door, and Senior Brother Xiaobai hung his head and stood at the door wet.

"Senior brother, what are you doing?" I hurriedly pulled him under the umbrella and said reproachfully.

But he put his arms around me and said in a dumb voice, "Rong'er, don't leave me." ”

I was stunned for a moment, until I was blown by the wind through the hall, I realized that I was a little out of breath by him, and hurriedly said sullenly: "Senior brother, I am going to be covered to death by you......"

He chuckled softly in my ear and let go.

I hurriedly dragged him into my embroidery room, threw him a cotton towel to wipe his hair, and brought chicken soup to him.

The rain outside seemed to be getting heavier, and I thought that Senior Brother Xiaobai had been drenched in some rain outside, so I said to him very sincerely: "Senior brother, it's windy and rainy outside, don't you go out and get cold anymore, can you rest here tonight?" ”

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