I really hate my waist, injuries to other parts of the body can heal in a moment, but my waist has worn me for a long time, I lie on my side and stand upright with my bow, repeatedly changing various postures, never to say anything, the pain is getting worse and worse, and finally I still pulled down my old face and begged Yang Xiuyi to deal with the matter of the ink workshop.

I couldn't get better from my back injury for several days, so I could only stay in the room, and when it was time to eat, I would go to the kitchen in advance to sit down, and still quarrel with the surname Yang, fight with Aunt Jiang's eyes, and despise Xiangzhu, and be scared by Uncle Feng to drop his chopsticks.

I've always liked going out, they're used to it, and as long as I'm still giggling when I'm eating, they don't feel weird. But coincidentally, Eryi Tianzuowu, who has always been cold in business, was recently introduced several orders of business by Chen Sheng, and after I rejected them all, Xiangzhu, who was slow to react, also noticed my abnormality, and asked several times during dinner, I vaguely dismissed it, only saying that Chen Suyan's list made me upset until now.

Since I was the slowest to eat, I cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and I stood in the kitchen for a long time, holding my breath, and after making sure that there was no one in the yard, I pushed the door and left.

I walked very slowly against the wall, stopping every few steps to rest, and by the time I got to my room, my clothes were soaked with cold sweat. I leaned against the door frame and gasped, feeling weak in pain, and vaguely heard Xiangzhu's voice, I hurriedly closed the door.

"What's the matter with you?"

The sudden sound in the room frightened me, who couldn't stand still, and sat down on the ground.

I was furious: "Yang Xiuyi! Who allowed you in! ”

The candlesticks on the four side walls lit up at the same time, and the room illuminated was a soft halo, Yang Xiuyi crossed his hands on his chest, leaned against my wardrobe, and looked at me lightly, his black eyes were unfathomable, like an ancient well and a deep pool, and there was no bottom.

I didn't dare to look at him, so I hurriedly lowered my head, and his voice was cold: "Why don't you get up?" ”

I didn't speak, the room was eerily quiet, we were silent, and finally I was defeated, knowing that I couldn't hide it anymore, I beckoned to move the crescent stool, and helped it to stand up carefully, one was too strong, the crescent stool rolled away, and I fell back to the ground heavily, shivering in pain.

Yang Xiuyi's figure shook in front of me, looking at me condescendingly, I bit my lower lip, looked down at his navy blue boots tattooed with dark gold clouds, and didn't dare to speak. He suddenly bent down and picked me up, I was shocked, I looked at him in a daze, he looked back at me angrily, and my mind went blank.

He put me on the soft couch, checked my pulse, and his eyebrows twisted slightly: "What happened to you?" ”

"What's wrong?"

"Your pulse is normal."

I nodded: "Oh, oh......"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nope."

He burst out with an angry roar: "Tian Chujiu! You don't say it! ”

This bastard, he yelled at me stupid again, I looked at him in a daze, my eyes blinked, tears fell down my eyes, I hurriedly lowered my head and wiped it off, but I couldn't stop it. He handed me a handkerchief, and when he saw that I didn't take it, he directly lifted my head and wiped it awkwardly twice on my face.

"Crying for what? Did I bully you? ”

"You don't sue my master, and don't sue my master, okay?"

"You tell me what's going on."

"My waist, my waist ......," I sobbed, "I don't know what's wrong, my waist is not good, don't sue Master, he will take me back." ”

He was stunned: "Your body won't heal itself?" ”

"Only the waist." Seeing that his expression remained unchanged, I took out the dagger in my sleeve and slashed it fiercely on the back of my hand, and the sharp blade cut a hole, and blood beads oozed out, but then slowly healed, leaving only a blood mark on the top.

He took my hand, crossed out the freshly shed blood with his thumb, frowned tightly, and said in a deep voice, "I'll take you back tomorrow." ”

"No!" I grabbed his hand with my backhand: "Yang Xiuyi, my waist will be fine, I will be fine in a few days, don't take me back!" Please! ”

He looked at me quietly, without speaking, his eyes were dark and terrifying, for the first time in my life I felt so cowardly, I must have looked at him like a poor reservoir dog.

He sighed lightly, and suddenly reached out to hug me, I was so frightened that I didn't know what to do, and hurriedly pushed him: "What are you doing, what are you doing!" ”

"What for?" He grabbed my hand with one hand and put the other hand on my waist, muttering, "It's really rough, does it hurt here?" ”

I desperately tried to find a crack in the ground to get into, and shook my head desperately.

"And what about here?"

"No, it's not."

"Does the bone hurt or the flesh?"

"I don't know ......"

"Lying on your stomach!"

I obediently did so, and heard him mutter, "It's not ordinary coarse." ”

I was so embarrassed that my face was red, and I hugged the soft pillow, and his hand groped around my waist inch by inch, and I suddenly let out a low cry, and he stopped, and poked twice more in that place inhumanely: "Is this it?" ”

I don't know if he did it on purpose, I was so painful that I couldn't catch my breath, and the tears were flowing in a turbulent stream. This is the third time I have cried, and I wiped away my tears with his handkerchief: "Don't press it, it hurts." ”

He didn't speak, but reached out and lingered around for a few more laps, until he stopped in that position with great force. I turned my head to look at him, and he was staring at my waist in a daze.

This is the place where I feel the most inferior and ashamed to see people, so I hurriedly put the soft pillow on my waist with my backhand: "Don't look at it." ”

His eyes suddenly looked at me deeply, his eyes were terrifying, and he was terrible, and I took the soft pillow back without any interest: "You, you still look at it, please ...... it"

A bucket waist, he was like a dog that had been robbed of his bones, and his hair stood up.

Maybe he heard my belly, and the next second his hand suddenly pressed hard in that position, and I heard a snapping sound of bone displacement, I screamed in pain, my lips were bitten, and I desperately beat his calf with my fist, sweating like rain for a while, and finally I didn't even have the strength to hit him.

He gently tugged on my waist and whispered, "What now?" Does it still hurt? ”

I couldn't answer, and all the strength in my body was drained, like stepping on the morning mist on Wangyun Mountain, light and fluttering. I looked at Yang Xiuyi in a daze, every morning when the misty mountains were not dispersed, he would be pulled out by his master for morning exercises, around the lonely cliff, facing the mountain wind, regardless of the cold winter and heat, all wearing a silk robe and a single shirt and military uniform. Sometimes I would deliberately run to see him suffer, and in the early morning the mountain road was very wet, and moss grew in many places, and I often slipped and fell, and then he gloated and made fun of me.

Since I went down the mountain and lived here for a long time, I felt more and more that he was handsome and extraordinary, and at first I would despise myself in my heart, and kept telling myself that he was Yang Xiuyi, a mortal enemy between you and Master, how could you praise him for being good, even if he was really good, you had to think of him desperately. So I said that he was ugly, and the bald Ah San on the street corner was better looking than him, and every time Xiangzhu and I became a nymphomaniac, I said that her eyes and nostrils were reversed. She said that I pretended to be garlic, said that I was sour grapes, and said that I couldn't see that she liked Yang Xiuyi.

Now I don't say that Yang Xiuyi is ugly anymore, the real ugly is me, the longer I live here, the more I feel inferior, the master replied that I have enlightened, the world is like this, it is not a bad thing for me to be contaminated with the atmosphere of the market, all the rivers in the world have to go to the sea, and the fallen leaves return to their roots, if I insist on finding my parents, it is good to recognize myself in this living environment as soon as possible. Just recognize and recognize, don't be blinded by the confusion caused by the appearance of the skin, the human heart is the source of all thoughts, you need to maintain a pure and kind heart, so as not to disappoint your parents when they are reunited in the future.

However, I can't care about the skin, to be exact, I can't do it in front of Yang Xiuyi. Chen Suyan is more beautiful than me, the bracelet is more beautiful than me, and Xiangzhu is more beautiful than me. But it just so happened that in front of Yang Xiuyi, I was often prone to fall into a situation of inferiority and sadness, maybe he counted me down too many times, or I unconsciously regarded myself as a man, or I regarded him as a woman to compare together.

I watched him quietly, he had been massaging for me, the force was heavy and soft, his slender fingerbones pressed against my waist, occasionally looking at me for a while, silent with each other. His facial features are very deep, his fair complexion is very good to see in this light, his lips are a little rainbow, and his speech will have a faint fragrance, but most of the words he says are mean and annoying.

I slowly closed my eyes, and before my consciousness faded, he stopped, reached out and pushed my shoulder, and whispered to me: "Chu Jiu? ”

I made a nasal soft "um" sound, and without opening my eyes, he brushed my hair behind my ears, got up and carried me from the soft couch to the bed, I rolled over and hugged the quilt, he broke my hands away, and the quilt covered me.

After a long time, I was half-asleep, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that he was still sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at the twin butterflies and grasshoppers at the head of my bed.

I whispered, "Aren't you leaving?" ”

He turned his head sideways, the candlelight casting a beautiful shadow on the bridge of his tall nose, and he asked, "Does it still hurt?" ”

I've always been honest and honest, "It still hurts, but I can bear it." ”

"How did it hurt?"

"Hit by someone."

"It's useless."

I retorted impatiently: "It's just you!" ”

He nodded as a matter of course: "More useful than you." ”

"Whew!"

Or "I'll take you back tomorrow!" I immediately betrayed myself: "Yes, yes, yes, I'm useless, I'm useless......"