No matter what time and space it is, making money is always the first priority.

Chi Jing looked at the little boy who didn't dare to take a big bite of rice with a bowl in front of him, let alone pick up vegetables, and secretly thought in his heart: she must be too poor that he didn't dare to eat more so carefully.

Chi Jing sighed, she was indeed poor.

The child, who had been cautiously and quietly paying attention to Chi Jing's expression, panicked, and hurriedly put down his chopsticks: "Master, I'm full, I can start working." ”

Chi Jing looked at most of the bowl of rice and knew that he thought he was sighing because he thought he had eaten too much.

What kind of miserable circumstances created such a precocious and sensitive character?

"You—" Chi Jing frowned.

"Really! I'm full! I eat very little! I have the strength to work! Master, you... Don't drive me away..."He panicked even more, and hurriedly jumped off the stool, and began to wipe the legs of the stool and the table with his sleeves, and wiped them clean.

Frightened.

Chi Jing looked at him, didn't stop him, didn't speak, his eyes were dark, and he didn't know what he was considering.

"What's your name?" Calming down, Chi Jing asked.

He paused and stopped what he was doing. "The little name is Monster." raised his big blue eyes and looked at Chi Jing expectantly.

Won't that drive him away?

"That's not a name. That's not your name either. Chi Jing groaned slightly, "In the future, I will call you Lan Yimo." ”

"Ink is the name of the master." Lan Yimo was ecstatic, his small body trembled slightly, he restrained himself and made a big salute to Chi Jing.

Chi Jing felt that he was about to dance again.

This is obviously an extremely beautiful European, American, Italian, and French mixed-race Xiao Zhengtai, but at this time, he is wearing ancient costumes, speaking the most standard Chinese, and performing a standard ancient gift to her...

When he came back to his senses, Chi Jing gave up.

"Yimo, you finish the food and vegetables on the table first, I know that I have no money and nothing now, and this is not a rich family." Chi Jing paused, this situation was only temporary. "You can live in peace first, I won't drive you away, and you don't need to do these jobs."

Emo didn't understand, but he didn't dare to ask.

Chi Jing continued: "In short, you will do whatever I ask you to do, don't ask why, just follow my orders." ”

The subordinate should have listened to the master, and this is a matter of course. Yimo hurriedly responded.

"Let's finish the meal." Ji Jing gave him the first order.

"Yes!" Lan Yimo replied loudly and sat back down at the table. Although he is over 7 years old, and his chronic malnutrition has caused him to look like he is only four or five years old, his height is developing normally.

Picking up the rice bowl again, I don't know if it was because he finally felt at ease and would not be abandoned, or because he simply obeyed Chi Jing's orders, he began to take a big bite of rice.

Ji Jing didn't stare at him anymore to eat. I just took a book and sat a short distance away and slowly turned the pages.

After a while, the jade bottle couldn't help but turn its head away and stopped looking at him.

At the dinner table, I saw the tears on the face of the child who was silently eating alone, and the tears on his face continued to slide through the jade-white porcelain-like cheeks, and then slid down into the bowl.

Blinked vigorously to clear the fog in his eyes and see the dishes on the plate more clearly. It was braised pork, he recognized.

Gently pinched a piece and put it in his mouth, he hurriedly stuffed a few more chopsticks of rice into his mouth, and stuffed back an unbearable whimper.

I remember once he rummaged through a bucket of swill in the back alley of a restaurant, and turned out a few pieces of rancid braised pork, which he devoured, and the taste made him taste for many days.

The next day, he still wanted to go to the back alley, but the restaurant caught fire and burned down, and some people said that they saw him in the back alley, and thought it was bad luck that he brought, and they all took sticks to drive him away...

Lan Yimo sniffed quietly, his face about to be buried in the bowl. Can't let the master find out that he is crying, crying and crying is too unlucky.

The master of the last family who took him in because he couldn't stand the pain of the candle dripping on his body and the whipping, accidentally cried, and the hostess heard it, so he took a few people into the master's room and threw him out of the street naked.

You can't cry out loud.

Lan Yimo quickly took another piece of braised pork and stuffed it into his mouth.

It turns out that no rancid braised pork is so delicious.

It turns out that there is no rancid braised pork so warm.

…

After the meal, the jade bottle took the ink to wash and then changed into a set of clean clothes.

It's just that not long after going down, she came back with an anxious look. "Net girl."

Chi Jing looked at the jade bottle that wanted to stop talking, and nodded, indicating that he had guessed. She went back to her room and opened a dark compartment under the bed, took out a small red bottle from it, and poured out a vermilion pill.

After Wan Sheng was injured last time, she made five pills for backup, but she didn't expect that the first one was not used on Wan Sheng.

Chi Jing laughed at herself again, what was she talking about, never use it on Wan Sheng. He took out another white bottle and hurried out of the room.

…

Oh my God-

Even though he was mentally prepared, Ji Jing was still shocked by what he saw.

In addition to his face, Yimo's small body was densely covered with scars, old and new wounds were intertwined, and there was hardly a single intact piece of skin.

What a crumbling and broken body this is. There were milky white pus oozing from several wounds, and even a few wriggling maggots could be faintly seen.

The jade bottle covered his mouth, and at this moment he had already burst into tears, forgetting that he was also one of those people who were indifferent, not only did not help, but also regarded him as a monster.

Chi Jing's body exuded a sky-high anger. She kept inhaling and exhaling, calming herself down as quickly as she could.

Calmly opening the small white bottle, Chi Jing poured the liquid from the bottle directly onto Emo's wound.

"Ahh

A faint white smoke came out of the wound, and the jade bottle was shocked, and thought in his heart in disbelief: This can't be the corpse water commonly used by those people in the rivers and lakes...

After the white smoke, the wound emitted a burst of floral fragrance. And Lan Yimo had already fallen asleep at this time.

It's not corpse water... Is the girl going to use this child for alchemy?

Unaware of the strange thoughts in the jade bottle, Chi Jing poured the flower-scented liquid on all of Emo's wounds, pinched his chin open, and fed him a small vermilion pill.

After doing all this, Chi Jing covered Yimo's body with a thin blanket, stopped looking at him, turned around and walked out the door.

The jade bottle gave him a worried look and walked out with him.

Perhaps, leave it to fate.

…

When Lan Yimo woke up, he only felt that his body was more relaxed than ever.

He lay on a soft, warm bed. How long has it been since he's been in bed?

He was a little dazed, and saw a neatly folded new set of clothes next to the bed...

His lips moved.

…

Chi Jing stood in the corridor in front of Lan Yimo's room, quietly looking at the bright moon in the sky. The moon looks so pure, as pure as if I have never seen the lightless sins of this world.

It seems that I didn't hear the crying in the room that was no longer held back or suppressed.

It is always difficult for people to live.