Dinner was made by Guan Shan.

Ji wrapped things in his right hand, and his left hand was not very used to it, so he wanted to do it casually.

As a result, Guan Shan directly pressed her to sit in front of the stove door, led the fire, stuffed the firewood, and only let her watch the fire.

Ji looked at Guan Shan, who was washing his hands and making soup, and his heart became more and more puzzled.

She had guessed before that Guan Shan's background should not be low, but if everyone is a child, don't they all pay attention to what kind of gentleman is far away from cooking?

Not to mention everyone's children, even the people in the market also believe in this principle.

In this village, for example, more than half of the families have men who do not enter the stove room. When the meal is ready, they eat, and after eating, the dishes and chopsticks are lifted, the male protagonist is outside the female protagonist, and the woman's work should be done by the woman.

Even if the woman is both inside and outside the Lord, the work is still theirs.

Hu Liang is an alternative, and that is also because in the early years, Widow Xie had to go out to work, and he stayed at home to take care of his younger siblings and little nephews.

Guan Shan doesn't seem to have this concept, he will take over the work of washing the pots and dishes after every meal, and now he even takes over the rice to do it......

Ji thought, did he guess wrong, Guan Shan is actually from a bitter background?

But then this speculation was rejected.

Literacy, etiquette, literacy, and martial arts are what ordinary people can cultivate.

Maybe...... Serving in the army all year round, you always have to learn to take care of yourself, and it is not unusual to know some necessary life skills......

When she was thinking nonsense, the rice was already out of the pot.

Guan Shan cooks pickle porridge, which is convenient and trouble-free.

Ji tasted a bite, the thickness was moderate, not salty or light, although it was not particularly delicious, but it was already very unexpected.

Chong Guanshan gave a thumbs up and drank two bowls very happily.

Guan Shan lowered his eyes and looked at Ji who was immersed in drinking porridge, his tense expression gradually relaxed, and under the dim light, a warm color was reflected in his eyes.

Dabao is not so popular.

He is used to eating Ji's cooking, and he is a picky eater, especially this time it was made by Guan Shan...... With a wrinkled face, he deliberately clanged the bowl with a spoon, and was glared at by Ji twice before he barely finished drinking a bowl.

But Guan Shan doesn't care.

After cleaning up, Ji returned to his room, sat in the circle chair and rested for a while, and was about to change the dressing when Guan Shan knocked on the door and walked in.

"I'll change it for you."

Ji Yi was stunned: "No, I can do it myself." ”

The wound is not out of reach.

However, Guan Shan's sentence was obviously just a notice.

He took the medicine bottle in Ji's hand, untied the gauze for her, and took the cotton swab from the medicine box that had been opened, and Ji often used this when treating his wounds, so he knew how to use it.

The big palm gripped her fingertips and flattened her.

Ji was a little embarrassed, so he could only hypnotize himself, when he took care of him before, he was even larger, and he was just taking medicine, and it was nothing......

A cotton swab is dipped in a pitch-black ointment and carefully applied to the wound.

After applying, I didn't immediately wrap it in new gauze, and kept staring at the swollen old palm, my eyes were deep, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

After a while, he moved his thumb slightly and gently stroked the place: "It hurts? ”

The voice was a little hoarse, and with such an action...... The strange feeling rose from the bottom of my heart again.

For the first time, Ji didn't dare to look directly into Guan Shan's eyes.

Guan Shan asked again: "Does it hurt?" ”

Ji habitually wanted to shake his head, but for some reason, he nodded his head.

"It hurts, but it's fine."

Guan Shan lowered his eyes and held her four fingertips tightly in his palm.

He has never taken the word power to heart, until today, on the streets of Yeyang, Ji was bullied but could only endure it again and again, and he could only stop because of some concerns.

Ji's concession was not only for fear of getting into trouble, but also for fear of exposing him.

If he has an upright identity, if he is still in power, who would dare to give her such grievances?

Power, status......

Guan Shan's face became darker and darker.

"Guan Shan, how about we talk?"

Ji Clean's voice dragged Guan Shan out of the depths of the obstacle, and he raised his eyes, as if he knew what Ji was going to talk about, but he still agreed.

"The horse is your mount?"

Guan Shan nodded.

"Your position in the army is not low?"

Guan Shan paused and nodded again.

"Captain? General soldiers? Counselor? Partial general? ”

Ji didn't know much about military ranks, but she wondered, if she can have an exclusive mount, why does it have to be above the middle level, right?

Guan Shan was silent.

Well, it seems that this question does not want to be answered.

"So, do you know General Han Wenguang?"

Guan Shan was silent for a moment and said, "I know him, but he may not know me." ”

That's unfamiliar.

"When I went to the pastry shop today, I heard two people discuss, saying that this General Han Wenguang is a veteran of the two dynasties, and he is highly respected, and even General Kou was under his command when he joined the army, and he was raised by him, so he must be an old man with insight and wisdom......

Ji knocked his chin: "I still wonder if you can talk to him privately if you know him...... However, if you don't know each other, you can try it, right? Tell him about your suffering, maybe he will be willing to uphold justice and deal with your murderer, so that you don't have to hide in Tibet and live like a rat crossing the street......"

Guan Shan cut off her words: "I don't have any bitterness. ”

Ji choked for a moment, no hardship can fall to this point today?

"So let's talk about your injuries? According to my previous guess, you were hurt like that because of a personal vendetta, and you didn't deny it. I just want to ask, are the people who hurt you your colleagues? If so, is that person still in the Kanbei Army? ”

There are often transfers in the army, but if the person who injured Guanshan has been in Guanbei all the time, then Guanshan will have to be cautious when going out in the future.

Guan Shan answered this question very simply: "No, no." ”

"And where is he? Who is he? ”

Guan Shan was silent again.

So Ji knew that there was no need for the conversation to continue.

I thought that Guan Shanken told her the name of the horse, which meant that he wanted to be completely open to her.

It turned out that it wasn't.

He won't lie if he can say it, and he won't say a word if he can't say it.

The key thing he couldn't say was what she really wanted to know......

Ji couldn't figure out why he wanted to shield the murderer when others hurt him so badly.

What exactly can't be said?

Still can't tell her?

Her heart was a little blocked, and she got up from the circle chair.

"Don't talk anymore, you go back to sleep, I'm sleepy too."

As she turned around, Guan Shan grabbed her wrist.

After being silent for a while, he whispered eight words: "Knowing too much is not good for you." ”

Ji thought about it, and yes, if he was just a passerby after all, he really didn't need to know too much.

"Okay, I'll not ask again."

She closed her mouth and made a gesture with a seal, looking as usual, even a little playful.

Ran Guanshan knew that she was unhappy.

Blowing out the lamp and lying on the kang, Ji also felt strange, what was she not happy about?

Everyone is essentially an island, and everyone has secrets that cannot be revealed, just like her own origins, isn't it impossible to tell others?

Can...... I understood the truth, but I still tossed and turned, and I didn't fall asleep until midnight.

In the dark, Guan Shan sat on the bed with one leg bent, his back against the wall, staring up at the beam, and what appeared in front of him was Ji's last reluctant smile.

He closed his eyes and let out a sneer.

How did Ji know that the rats in the gutter had no place to complain if they were wronged.

What he wants, he can only rely on.

As for why he didn't reveal something to Ji, maybe it was out of selfishness, maybe it was ...... Who knows.