As Banzhi was thinking, a familiar figure appeared at the corner of the street. Banzhi's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly lifted his skirt and trotted over to meet the man.

She was getting closer and closer to the figure, but the uneasiness in her heart was even stronger. Sure enough, when Banzhi saw the man's appearance at the moment, he couldn't help but redden.

I saw that the man's crow green robe was wrinkled, and the neckline was torn open, revealing the white undershirt inside, and there were dirt of different sizes printed from the chest to the bottom, many of which were shoe prints. The long hair that was tied up before going out in the morning was also scattered at the moment, messy and pasted on his face, such an embarrassed appearance, where could he see that he was Cen Xijun!

That's right, this man is Cen Xijun - the sick Cen Ximi. The man lowered his eyes, as if he didn't look at the half-branch standing with an umbrella in front of him, but his face was full of indifference and was ready to walk past her. Just when Cen Xijun was rubbing shoulders with her, Banzhi reached out and grabbed his wrist, and didn't look at him, only whispered

"Coming Home"

A faint warm voice followed the knife-like cold wind into Cen Ximian's ears, and a trace of imperceptible emotional fluctuations flashed in his dead eyes.

Banzhi grabbed the man's cold wrist, walked side by side with him, and moved the oil-paper umbrella in his hand to the man's head, protecting him tightly. Banzhi thought that Cen Xijun was beaten up today, and she thought that she would be more obedient and let her lead her home, but after walking two steps, she noticed the strength in her palm that she wanted to break free, and she knew that she might have to toss again today.

"Young master, shall we go home? When you go home, the slave maid will make you red bean sweet cake to eat? ”

Banzhi sighed slightly, stopped, turned his head, and coaxed Cen Xijun home like a child.

"I don't! I don't want to go home! I want Nishiki! Home...... I don't want to go home if I don't have Xiaojin at home! ”

When the man in front of him who was a head taller than Banzhi heard this, he suddenly broke his arm away from Banzhi's small hand, and sat straight to the ground, while speaking, he looked up at Banzhi, his face was full of dissatisfaction and grievance, and even his legs were still kicking in the snow, and the whole person was no different from a child except for his appearance.

Banzhi looked at Cen Xijun who was losing his temper coldly, and wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he felt that his throat and eyes seemed to be stuffed with cotton, which was so difficult that he couldn't say a word. Cen Xi's eyes flashed with anger for a long time, and when he saw that she didn't react, he turned his face away angrily, and shouted more fiercely.

Half Zhiwu stood on his own, looking at the top of the man's snow-covered hair, tears welling up in his eyes. Others said that Cen Xijun was crazy, but she knew that Cen Xijun was not crazy - he was just sick, and he had a disease called 'Yu Jin'.

"Ah, let's go home......"

Banzhi hadn't cried to Cen Xiyi for a long time, but somehow, he couldn't hold back today and cried in front of him.

Hearing this, Cen Xi's heart was suffocated, and he could feel the little girl squatting down in front of him, her soft and cold hand on his head rubbing gently, and there was some crying in her voice. Cen Xijun didn't need to look at it to know what Banzhi looked like at the moment, and he must have red eyes. How long has it been since she's called herself......

The man's movements of his hands that kept scratching on the ground gradually slowed down, and he struggled silently for a long time before he raised his head and spoke:

"I want two sets!"

obviously looks cold, and his voice is like jade, but the words he says are like this...... Banzhi looked at Cen Ximian's extremely serious expression, and couldn't help laughing for a while, and the tears in her eyes fell with her curved apricot eyes, smashing on the back of Cen Ximi's hand, burning him to the ground.

"Okay, I'll do it for you, then, go home now, right?"

Banzhi didn't notice Cen Xijun's strange appearance, just stood up and stretched out his hand in front of Cen Xijun, who was still sitting on the ground, trying to pull him up. The man's long eyelashes flickered a few times, and he glanced at the little hand in front of him that was a little red from the cold, snorted lightly, and then got up and ran on his own, regardless of the half branch behind him.

Banzhi watched him run into Cen Mansion and didn't chase him, only holding an umbrella and walking slowly in the snow. Looking into the distance, his eyes were empty and hopeless.

Ever since Cen Xijun and Yu Jin met and knew that she was not doing well, Cen Ximian became ill. Most of the rumors about Cen Xijun in Shanghai are true, unlike the hearsay of others, Banzhi watched Cen Xijun go crazy for Yu Jin with his own eyes.

First of all, he left the business of the Cen family cloth village and ignored it, and went to fight with the son of Zhixian for Yu Jin, and was beaten so that he lay on the bed for several days, not to mention, that is, the business of buying cotton and silk was stirred up by Hu Pei in a rage, resulting in the hopelessness of the cloth village to rise again, and now it is supported by Ah Yan and the old shopkeeper.

After the injury was healed, Cen Xijun did not give up, and still stubbornly wanted to rescue Yu Jin from Hu Pei's side, and the open robbery and secret robbery never stopped, but he has not succeeded until today. I don't know when Cen Xijun began to quietly follow Yu Jin, in short, where Yu Jin is, he must be there. Every day at dawn, Cen Xi would get up, clean up and go to the gate of Hufu to squat, and wait until the evening to come back.

For so many days, Cen Xi has been rain or shine. The reason why I came back earlier today was because I was beaten. Speaking of this, Banzhi couldn't cry or laugh, but fortunately, he knew how to go home and hide after being beaten, otherwise he was afraid that he would die behind Yu Jin.

Banzhi didn't stop it, and even she quietly followed Cen Ximian, so that she was beaten with him, but Cen Ximian didn't appreciate it. From then on, if Cen Xiyi found Banzhi following him when he went out, he would deliberately annoy the guards of the Hu Mansion and let them beat him, even if he was sick, he knew how to handle Banzhi.

Banzhi didn't dare to interfere with his actions anymore, so he had to stand at the gate of the mansion every day and wait for him to come back, and it was a little comfort to see him appear safely in front of his eyes.

But even so, Banzhi and Cen Xi's life is not easy, Cen Xi's life is not easy, Cen Xi's life is always shouting to see Yu Jin when he is sick, his expression is crazy, and he can't restrain himself. Thinking of this, Banzhi couldn't help but close her eyes, Cen Xijun's scarlet eyes were vivid, and they had become her nightmare.

Banzhi had a lot of thoughts in his heart, and when he came back to his senses, he was already standing in the kitchen making brown sugar sweet cakes for Cen Xijun. Banzhi looked at the five-petal flower-shaped red pastry on the steamer, and there was a little smile in his eyes. She doesn't know much dim sum, this one is the best, she made it for Cen Xijun to eat before, he didn't move a bite, but now he is sick but he likes it. Every time he loses his temper, Banzhi can still coax him with this sweet cake.

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"Young master, the sweet cake is ready, come and eat it!"

Holding the tray, Banzhi pushed open the door of the wing room with his elbow, bypassed the paper balls discarded on the ground and put two plates of red bean sweet cakes on the table, and then went to the inner room to call Cen Xijun.

As soon as Banzhifu entered, she saw the man lying on his stomach, she whispered a few more words, and when she saw that the man did not respond, she knew that Cen Xijun was asleep.

The dirty robe on Cen Xijun's body was not changed, but the buttons were torn open and open, Xu was not sleeping well, and the robe had faded to his waist and back during the struggle, revealing the plain white obscene clothes inside. Thinking of Cen Ximian's embarrassed appearance when he returned home today, Banzhi thought for a moment and stepped forward to remove the dirty robe that Cen Ximian was wearing, found a thick blanket for him to cover it again, and then walked to the outer cabinet to rummage for something.

About half a cup of tea later, Banzhi walked in with a small box again, and this time she knelt directly on the edge of the small collapse. Banzhi leaned over slightly, Ruyu's fingers were on Cen Xiyi's collar, and suddenly retracted, only to put it to his mouth before stretching it out again. The half-branch movement was very light, so the underwear faded to the waist, and Cen Xijun did not wake up.

Banzhi looked at the criss-crossed bruises on Cen Xijun's white back, his heart ached, and the hand holding his underwear couldn't help shaking, and his fingertips rubbed Cen Xijun's waist. Banzhi's heart tightened, and he hurriedly went to see Cen Xi's face trapped in the pillow, and saw that he showed no signs of waking up, so he opened the box and gave Cen Xifu medicine.

After the medicine was taken and Cen Xi's family was placed, half an hour had passed. Banzhi stood up, rubbed his stinging knee, and cleaned up the scattered paper balls in the room before withdrawing.

As soon as the door squeaked, the man lying on his stomach opened his eyes. Cen Xi sat up with his back, and the thick blanket covered by his body slid to his waist, and the man lowered his eyes and pinched the corner of the blanket, and inevitably remembered half a branch.

Sure enough, his branches still felt sorry for him.

Cen Ximian thought of the gentle movements when he applied the medicine to him and the slightly cool fingertips that slid across his waist, and a touch of sweetness appeared in his heavy dark eyes. The whole person looks like a contradictory combination of danger and tenderness, with a fatal charm that makes people itch, where is there a little sign of stupidity!

Cen Xijun is not crazy, and he is even much smarter.

Ever since he learned about Hu Pei and Yu Jin's vicious schemes, he began to think about how to deal with them. Compared with the previous very passive situation, his situation is much better now. Hu Pei just wants to see him suffer, so why don't he just plan and be completely 'driven crazy' by him.

Whether it is the irreversible decline of Cen Jiabuzhuang, or his obsession with Yu Jin, it is just to temporarily confuse Hu Pei, as long as Hu Pei relaxes a little, he can eradicate him in one fell swoop!

Cen Xijun is an excellent hunter, and a good hunter usually appears as a prey. Since Cen Xijun wants to face Hu Pei, then he must be true enough, so that he can deceive him.

The process of hunting is often painful, Cen Xijun doesn't care about being beaten and ridiculed, but he feels sorry for the half branch who is by his side, he broke with her at the beginning, he has already hurt her thoroughly, and now what he does is tormenting her all the time.

Cen Xijun had the idea of sending half of the branch away at first, but he didn't worry about leaving her alone in a place he couldn't see, or - he couldn't lose the branch, he selfishly wanted to drag the branch even if he died.

Before this, Cen Xijun never knew that he would have such a vicious idea in the future, but now he not only has to believe it, but also has done such a thing. He sent his mother away, leaving the branches behind. His body is crazy for Yu Jin, but his heart is full of branches, and he sometimes thinks he is crazy. He hated this body that 'loved' Yu Jin, and he wanted to destroy it with his own hands, leaving only a clean soul to love his branches.

Looking at Yu Jin's pain, he was almost about to die of pain, he lived day after day like this, and he was looking forward to cutting Hu Pei with a thousand knives all the time! It's him, it's he who wants to hurt Zhizhi, it's him, it's he who forces himself to live up to Zhizhi like this......

Cen Xi's heart was churning with hatred, the corners of his forehead were bruised, the smell of blood was faintly surging in his mouth, and a pair of gloomy eyeballs were wrapped in flocculent blood, revealing terrifying killing intent. He had gone crazy a long time ago, the moment he had to hurt Zhizhi......

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Hu Mansion

"Jin'er thanked her husband."

Yu Jin was hugged by Hu Pei, sat on his lap, opened his mouth slightly to hold the porcelain white spoon, swallowed the white fungus soup that Hu Pei fed to her with his own hands, and then smiled sweetly on his face, and thanked Hu Pei very happily.

The man holding Yu Jin looked evil, his eyes were full of playfulness, and he couldn't see that he was holding his wife in his arms, and he looked more like a girl for fun.

Hearing this, Hu Pei threw the spoon in his hand into the bowl, turned to pinch Yu Jin's chin, and rubbed his fingertips with some thin calluses on Yu Jin's lips, until his pink lips were red before he could stop.

Yu Jin had long been accustomed to Hu Pei's contemptuous and insulting actions, so Hu Pei's move did not make her feel any discomfort, but also aroused some unspeakable unbearable thoughts in her.

"Jin'er, you're so good-looking...... No wonder Cen Xijun can go crazy for you......"

Hu Pei's scrutinizing gaze swept Yu Jin's face completely, looked at her impeccable facial features, raised her eyebrows slightly, and praised without hesitation.

Thinking of the ugly things that Cen Xijun had done because of Yu Jin these days, Hu Pei felt a little more happy in his heart. Originally, he just told Yu Jin to think of a way to capture Cen Ximian's heart, but he didn't expect that he underestimated Yu Jin, and now he is actually going crazy with Cen Ximian. Of course, Hu Pei was happy to see it, but he was a little worried, after all, the Cen Xijun he knew was not so fragile.

Hu Pei still had doubts about Cen Ximi's madness, but seeing Cen Ximian being abused and beaten every day, or in front of his mansion, he couldn't keep his previous calm, and this doubt was about to be dispelled by this huge pleasure.

Hu Pei was relieved, and Yu Jin's life was much better, but it was only better in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation. Hu Pei saw Cen Xi's family being beaten and scolded on weekdays, and when he was in a good mood, he would hold her in his arms and love her like now. But at night, he would have humiliated her on the bed, and the methods were more cruel than before, and the beatings were even more commonplace.

At first, Yu Jin thought that she had angered Hu Pei, but once she was really tortured, she held her breath and asked boldly, only then did she know that it was because of Cen Ximi.

Hu Pei once asked in detail about the conversation between Yu Jin and Cen Xijun in Buzhuang that day, and Yu Jin didn't dare to hide it from him, so he confessed 1510. Among them, Cen Xiyu felt sorry for her being tortured by Hu Pei.

Hu Pei naturally attributed Cen Xijun's performance to his unwillingness to rescue Yu Jin, so he was driven crazy. Coupled with Cen Xi's guidance intentionally or unintentionally, Hu Pei was even more convinced of his conjecture.