She put down the crockpot, wrapped herself in a thin coat, and curled up in a ball with her hands on her knees, like a kitten or puppy abandoned by her master.

Han Baichuan's heart shrank into a ball, and the pity spread to every pore of his body, and there seemed to be cold sweat oozing out.

A gust of wind blew, bringing scattered raindrops and falling on Jiang Cheng'er's face.

She looked up at the sky and looked at the thatched hut where she lived, where it was pitch black, and the oil lamp had gone out at some point.

Jiang Cheng'er's heart darkened, and a deeper sense of loneliness and helplessness came like a tide, drowning her.

In order to save lamp oil, the villagers turn off the lights early and go to bed every night, and have formed a habit of seeing the outline in the house vaguely by the light of the stars and the moon.

But tonight, on this rainy night, she can't see her five fingers, she hasn't gone home yet, doesn't her mother care at all?

She is used to being independent and doesn't need to be taken care of by others, but she needs the warmth of home.

Jiang Cheng'er hugged herself tightly, her head lying on her lap, as if this was the only way to resist the boundless darkness, loneliness, and cold.

When the rain falls suddenly, the door of the bamboo house immediately opens, revealing a warm orange light.

Jiang Cheng'er raised her head, there was a bright light in front of her, she stood up with the crockpot, turned around too quickly and almost fell.

Han Baichuan supported her in time and pulled her into the house, blocking the rain and night breeze outside.

"Master...... I'm here to bring you chicken soup. Jiang Cheng'er pursed her lips that had changed color from cold, and a smile bloomed on her pale little face, with a bit of sadness.

This smile was like a knife, suddenly piercing Han Baichuan's heart, making him tremble in pain.

Every time I see her bright smile, the first time I see her bitter smile, it is particularly sad and distressing.

Jiang Cheng'er raised her eyes, her master's face was as cold as ice, and her eyes were so complicated that it was difficult to explain, and it was deep and deep that made her feel scared.

Jiang Cheng'er sneezed, shrunk her shoulders, and called him timidly: "Master......"

Chu Chu's pitiful voice crushed all of Han Baichuan's reason at once.

He strode forward, slammed Jiang Cheng'er into his arms, folded his arms, and hugged the trembling girl tightly.

The sudden warmth instantly surrounded Jiang Cheng'er, this moment was warmer than ever, and instantly dispelled her loneliness.

The fragrance of the night flower soaked into the tip of her nose, and Master's broad chest became her haven from the wind.

This is the first time that Master has taken the initiative to hug her, and the first time that Master has taken the initiative to warm her when she is cold.

No, she's not alone, she still has a Master.

The tip of Jiang Cheng'er's nose was sour, and she muttered to him, "Master......"

Han Baichuan's heart, in the girl's affectionate voice, floated and fell, and in the sparkling water shadow, it turned into an ethereal fog.

Han Baichuan's big hand stroked Jiang Cheng'er's jet-black hair, and his movements were as gentle as clouds, like caring for a rare treasure.

The moment Master's hand landed on top of her head, Jiang Cheng'er's tears couldn't hold back any longer, and quietly flowed down his cheeks and didn't enter his clothes.

One drop, two drops...... Seeping through his soft loungewear, it burned his chest.

Han Baichuan was startled, raised Jiang Cheng'er's head, and saw her face full of tears.

She cried!

This bright and optimistic girl who is like a pistachio all day long cried!

Touching her tears, Han Baichuan's distress was indescribable, he panicked, and clumsily reached out to wipe her tears.

Jiang Cheng'er was vague, and when she saw the concern and love that her master overflowed from the depths of her eyes, her heart warmed and tears rained down.

Han Baichuan was even more panicked and confused, and leaned over without thinking to kiss those bitter crystal tears.

Master is kissing her tears, kiss!

Jiang Cheng'er was stunned, and there was a rumble in her head, like a firework exploding, extremely gorgeous.

One by one, drop by drop, Han Baichuan's lips were as soft as clouds, as hot as the sun, and hotter than tears.

"Master......" Jiang Cheng'er's face was warm again, and her uncontrollable coquettish voice shattered her mouth like a dream.

Han Baichuan woke up like a dream, and let go of her suddenly, his face was as red as a cloud.

He hung his head like a little boy who had done something wrong.

The tide of emotion was surging, impacting Jiang Cheng'er's heart, her eyes were hot, and she suddenly hugged Han Baichuan hard, nestled in his arms and cried.

Han Baichuan was at a loss, wiping her tears for Jiang Cheng'er with a silk handkerchief, a silk handkerchief was soaked, and her crying did not stop, as if she wanted to vent all her grievances.

Han Baichuan was so anxious that he sweated, what should I do, what should I do?

"Master...... Hold me" Jiang Cheng'er changed her tone and whimpered sadly, which sounded like a sharp knife piercing her heart to Han Baichuan's ears.

He was anxious and distressed, and couldn't help blurting out: "Don't cry......"

Jiang Cheng'er suspected that she had misheard, but those two words clearly echoed in her ears.

The eager tone, Qing Yuezhong's deep voice, with demonic magnetism and impact, stirred up waves in her heart.

It's his voice!

It's good to hear the ultimate sound!

On that bloody night, she heard it once and will never forget it!

Jiang Cheng'er was shocked and surprised, and couldn't help but stop crying.

"Master, Master! You'll be able to talk! You're finally talking! Jiang Cheng'er shouted excitedly, shaking off the tears remaining in her eyes.

Han Baichuan covered his mouth in surprise, and Fang realized that he was in a hurry to open his mouth, revealing the secret that had been hidden for many years.

The last person who heard him speak, the grave grass is old, but today, the person who heard him speak, he can't do it anyway.

Jiang Cheng'er looked up at her little face that was still stained with tears, her eyes and the tip of her nose were red, and she grinned with a small mouth.

Her cute, soft and cute appearance than the little white rabbit cleansed Han Baichuan's heart of murderous thoughts, leaving only a gentle pampering.

Han Baichuan nodded habitually, silent as a mountain.

Jiang Cheng'er was very excited, her eyes lit up, "Master, Master, I'm so happy, you can speak!" We don't have to use sign language anymore to communicate, and we don't have to be in such a hurry. ”

Han Baichuan said secretly: Is her joy just because it is more convenient to communicate with him?

"Master, you don't have to face other people's strange eyes anymore, you can say what you want in the future, and sing when you want to sing. Life is short, happiness is paramount, how to be chic! Jiang Cheng'er described with a fluttering eyebrow.

"Master, if you say a few more words, do you know, your voice is very beautiful, it is the most beautiful voice in the world."

Looking at the thousands of joys flowing from the bottom of her heart, Han Baichuan was moved.

He nodded Jiang Cheng'er's forehead, lightly opened his thin lips, and his voice was charming: "Little fool, cry and laugh." ”

"Wow!" Jiang Cheng'er's voice control was so fascinated that she didn't want it, "Well, I'm willing to be Master's little fool." ”

Han Baichuan was relieved, he was willing to expose his deep secrets, and he was willing to risk his life, just to exchange Jiang Cheng'er for a smile that was as bright as the morning sun and brighter than the stars.

Jiang Cheng'er came to the stove, lit the charcoal in the small red clay stove with a flint, and squatted the crockpot on it.

The orange flames jumped, the aroma of chicken soup slowly drifted away, and the warmth spread to every cell in Jiang Cheng'er's body.

Han Baichuan raised his eyes and looked over, Jiang Cheng'er was sitting in front of the small stove, her hands on her cheeks, her face was ruddy, and the corners of her lips were raised, like a gentle and well-behaved little lady.

Sensing Master's gaze, Jiang Cheng'er showed a sweet smile and ran to his side.

"Master, you can say a few more words, I still want to hear your voice."

Han Baichuan shook his head and was silent.

"Master, you finally know how to speak, you have to practice, otherwise your throat will be rusty." Jiang Cheng'er coaxed.

Han Baichuan pointed to the crockpot and signaled that she had boiled it.

Jiang Cheng'er turned around and poured the chicken soup into the bowl, and while waiting for it to cool down, she continued the topic.

Han Baichuan's mouth was closed tightly, but he didn't tell her.

Jiang Cheng'er had a courteous attitude, "Master, drink some chicken soup to moisten your throat, and your voice will be more charming." ”

Han Baichuan obediently took the bowl and scooped a spoon.

Jiang Cheng'er was surprised, "Master is so well-behaved today." ”

As soon as he finished praising him, he held the spoon and brought the chicken soup to her mouth.

"You're too thin, like a little bean sprout, and you need to make up for it." Han Baichuan's voice was warm, giving people the feeling of a spring breeze, his tone was full of concern, but there was a hint of imperceptible cunning in his eyes.

Jiang Cheng'er found out and pretended to be flattered: "Master, don't dare to be a disciple, the chicken soup is carefully boiled by the disciple, specially for you to replenish your kidneys." ”

It's kidney tonic again, and Han Baichuan is annoyed.

Jiang Cheng'er smiled mischievously, "Master, kidney deficiency is a disease that can be cured, don't take it seriously." ”

"Paranoia is a disease that can be cured, and you are too serious to be cured." Han Baichuan shot back unhurriedly.

Hey, if Master doesn't speak, he is already a blockbuster, and he doesn't open his mouth easily, and he is very poisonous when he opens his mouth.

Jiang Cheng'er exclaimed: "Master, look at your face is white and blue, your kidney disease is very serious, drink the big tonic soup while it's hot." ”

ridiculing him endlessly, Han Baichuan put down the bowl and gritted his teeth: "Who told you that you are a teacher with kidney deficiency?" ”

Jiang Cheng'er tilted her head and smiled: "Obviously, you are not a monk, at this age, if you don't marry a wife, take a concubine, or play with a woman, and live alone in the wilderness, you must be powerless." ”

"Heh, my kidneys are weak, I can't do it?" Han Baichuan had a black line at his head, and his tail note was raised high, with a sense of danger, "I solemnly and clearly tell you that I am strong and strong, not kidney deficiency, and no place is empty!" ”

Obediently, the master was annoyed and angry, and Jiang Cheng'er folded her hands: "Amitabha, Master is angry, you can drink a bowl of chicken soup if you don't have kidney deficiency, just treat it as a supplement to nutrition after practicing gonggong." ”

I dare to say that he has kidney deficiency, Han Baichuan can't bear it, and the poor little woman owes it to clean up!

Han Baichuan leaned forward, his beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed, revealing a cold light: "Since you don't believe it, being a teacher can prove it to you, and being a teacher is not kidney deficiency at all." ”

"Ahh How do you prove it? Jiang Cheng'er realized that it was not good, and took two steps back.

Han Baichuan approached, his slender index finger picked up Jiang Cheng'er's chin, and his eyes were full of evil spirits: "You don't even understand this, it doesn't matter, you can teach you as a teacher, who made you a good disciple for a teacher." ”