Chapter 112: The Past Before the Grafting of Flowers and Trees (2)
Ye Mushen thought to himself, it turned out that he had bumped into this young man.
Well...... I accidentally crushed him.
Blame had to hurt.
It's just that this teenager who didn't even make a muffled snort is too ......
It's weird.
The boy quickly got to his feet.
He gently patted the dust off his body. While shooting, blink vigorously.
This is really the most beautiful pair of eyes that Ye Mushen has ever seen.
It's just that it blinks and blinks, reflecting the most beautiful scenes of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
The boy stiffly relented for a moment, and then prepared to return to the queue.
"Ayan," Ye Ziling called to stop him, "you accompany Mu Shen to the medicine." ”
The boy named Ayan stopped.
He turned his head, and his eyes seemed to be full of spring springs.
He glanced at Ye Mushen very quickly, and then lowered his head again.
Ye Mushen thought to himself, the thin red cloud on Ayan's face was more beautiful than the sunset on the horizon.
But he didn't know whether it was shy or docile......
But it is very annoying.
It also teaches people to tease him and see his beautiful eyes bent into the moon.
also taught people to want to bully him, so that the clear spring in his eyes turned into salty tears gushing out of his eyes.
What a nasty guy.
Ayan carried Ye Mu to the bedroom, but did not enter the house.
"You don't need to find someone else, just rub the medicine." Ye Mushen called Ayan, "A little flesh injury, it's not in the way, you just rub it a little." ”
Speaking of rubbing medicine, both of them knew it: Ye Mushen was just a little skin on his face and feet, but Ayan was hit and almost injured internally.
Ayan tilted his head slightly, as if he was enduring the discomfort, and reluctantly followed the house.
He carefully cleaned the wound for Ye Mu ginseng, and then applied the medicine to him in an orderly manner.
Ye Mushen's gaze never took his eyes off Ayan's face.
"Aren't you really a girl?" Ye Mushen suddenly asked.
Ayan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head calmly.
Ye Mushen stretched out his salty pig hand and pinched Ayan's face very quickly.
Thinner and softer than expected.
Ye Mushen pinched his face again, stuck out his tongue and said, "Hehe, Ayan, your face is more comfortable than mine - can I touch you every night before going to bed?" ”
"......," Ayan swallowed.
It's really not pleasant to want to shake your head and can't.
At this moment, Ayan's heart is probably broken.
"It just so happens that I have been short of a scholar recently...... Ye Mushen naturally ignored Ayan's expression, "I will tell my aunt tonight that she has always loved me the most, and she will definitely agree." ”
"Clerk?" Ayan asked rhetorically.
"How?" Ye Mushen's eyes widened excitedly, "It's to accompany me to study and learn calligraphy." You can go to the city with me on weekdays! ”
Ayan stared at Ye Mushen for a moment, lowered his head again, and hummed softly, "Okay." ”