Chixiao subconsciously tightened the chrysanthemum, and quickly shook his head.

"Nope."

He swallowed what was in his mouth with a solemn face and took a sip of winter melon pork rib soup.

"You have grown up and have the ability to take care of yourself, and you can't always stay under the umbrella of your stepfather."

Qin Jiu especially wanted to ask, what kind of umbrella did he hold up for him, didn't he, his stepfather, simply shout nicely?

In the past, he was qualified to ask that, but now, he couldn't ask.

After Chixiao finished eating, he patted him on the shoulder very solemnly.

"Father-in-law has his own things to do."

Qin Jiu really didn't see that he still had something to do, after Chixiao suddenly left, the empty feeling in his heart became more and more serious day by day, it was clear that he was a person who got along day and night, but after the separation, he was like a kite with a broken string.

If he hadn't taken the initiative to turn back, he would never have been able to find this person again.

This realization turns the emptiness in his heart into fear, and fear is always hidden with 'anger' when he doesn't want to admit it.

He stood behind Chixiao, and his tone was stiff: "Father-in-law, isn't your life just a few words that can be summed up in the words 'eating and waiting for death'?" ”

"You!"

Chi Xiao was so angry that he slapped his chopsticks on the table, turned around, but found that he couldn't seem to find the words to refute it, because this sentence made a damn sense.

So he grinded his teeth fiercely: "Then I will also die far away and eat and wait for death." ”

"Yes."

Qin Jiu sat down next to him, snatched the wine jar from Chixiao's hand, and took a big sip.

It may be that he is really overthinking.

The person who really has feelings in Chixiao's heart is not him, and he stays by his side just because of 'incidentality'.

He wiped the spicy liquid rolling off his chin and smiled at the people around him.

"Okay, then I wish you a smooth journey."

He drank all the wine he had left for Chixiao, but in the end he remained sober.

He looked at the delicate face that was close at hand, and pressed the urge to reach out and touch it in his heart.

"I'm not far away."

Chixiao felt a little sad.

He suppressed it very hard, but he didn't hide the emotions in his eyes.

Rolling strongly, like a strong spirit.

"Hey."

He sighed softly, and after Qin Jiu was completely drunk, he dropped his slightly cool fingertips between the man's eyebrows.

I remember that when I first saw this face, it was still a round baby fat, and now the young and immature teenager has grown up, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and Zhilan Yushu.

The years have carved him into the appearance of a man one by one, and it has also carved into his heart one by one.

Who made me a daddy?

He would let Qin Jiu know that this 'righteous father' was not called in vain.

Chixiao left the next day.

Qin Jiu saw his back when he left, the man had finally learned to wear clothes obediently, his belt was tightly tied, and he was carrying a delicate long wooden box on his back that he had never seen before, judging from the size and length, it should be a knife or sword inside.

Chi Xiao has a deep internal force hidden in his body, and the flower and grass are the sharpest weapons, Qin Jiu has never seen him use other weapons.

With such exquisite packaging, is it a gift for someone else?

Who is that man?

This question made him extremely uncomfortable, and he fell asleep again.

He had long dreams.

Dreams are memories of the past.

That was shortly after he followed Chixiao.

He had a serious illness for no apparent reason, he was weak, he didn't want to do anything, his mind went blank, he sat by the window in a daze all day and all night, sometimes quiet, sometimes gloomy, sometimes manic.