He is angry, he is angry with everything, and he is even more angry with monks.

He felt that this stinky monk was the culprit who made him feel bad, but the other party acted like an onlooker who had nothing to do with him, just came to stop him and say a few words when he really couldn't see it.

When persuaded by an eventful person, most people may scold, threaten, or even knock the other person aside, but no one will divert too much attention and anger to an outsider and ignore the main target.

His anger has no purpose, and he feels like a fool who makes a fuss about nothing and "entertains himself".

There was a mess on the ground, and after Yue Ying calmed down a little, he raised his head and looked in the direction of Wen Xi'en.

Wen Xien was also looking at him, but calmly as if waiting for him to finish his anger.

Yue Ying didn't make any movement anymore, and after looking at Wen Xien like this for a while, Wen Xien got up and walked towards Yue Ying.

Yue Ying was still standing there, listening closely to Wen Xien's every move.

Wen Xien walked up to him, stopped, and looked at him silently, slender and thick trembling, leaving a faint shadow under the sickly pale skin.

Yue Ying was about to ask what the other party was going to do, when she heard the sound of clothes rubbing.

Yue Ying's whole body immediately tensed, like a fighter who was about to fight hard at any time.

- But the hand patted him lightly on the back.

All the accumulated strength was instantly discharged. He could only freeze there, his whole mind frozen.

But Wen Xien's expression was still the same.

There is no anger, and there is no cowardice; There is no blame, and there is no forgiveness.

Just like the quiet washing of time that has passed at this time, and the warmth of the hand that penetrates from the back lining.

Everything seems to have become silent, so silent that all the sensations have become distinct, so vivid that they are abrupt.

He didn't fit in.

The monk's hand had been lowered at some point, but the temperature and touch were like imprints on his skin, and they couldn't be dispersed.

Her head was chaotic, and it took Yue Ying a while to break the space that seemed to be distorted unconsciously, opened her mouth, and said in a somewhat hoarse voice: "...... Why ......? ”

The monk bent down to pick up the fallen stool, sat down, pulled the corner of Yue Ying's clothes, and motioned for him to sit too.

Yue Ying's expression was complicated, and she sat down awkwardly.

Wen Xien shoved the chopsticks into his hand and pointed to the table full of food, "Eat." ”

Yue Ying's expression became a little strange, she slapped her chopsticks on the table, and stared at Wen Xien suspiciously: "What do you mean by this?" ”

Wen Xien patiently repeated again: "Eat." ”

"Say whatever you want to say! Less in this pretense! Yue Ying shouted impatiently.

Wen Xien was a little helpless: "There are still many dishes, and they will be wasted." ”

"You don't care!"

"Why do you have to eat so much if you can't finish eating?"

Yue Ying raised her eyebrows, and then sneered: "I said I like it, if you think it's a waste, you can eat it all." ”

Wen Xien stared at Yue Ying seriously for a long time with some contradictions, "The poor monk can't eat it." ”

"Then you're talking!"

"But Gongzi Yue is angry and needs to be relieved."

"I'll slow down something."

Yue Ying paused for a while, and suddenly realized as if she remembered it:

"Is it because I want to punish that maid that you are talking to me with such an attitude?"

Wen Xien was stunned for a moment, and then said indifferently, "No." ”

Yue Ying listened to the monk's voice very calmly, and couldn't help but sit up straighter, and he asked, "Then why do you suddenly want to convince me." ”

The monk paused for a moment, looking at the obedient young man in front of him, his cold voice was still the same, but it made people feel calm in his heart.

"Gongzi Yue, the poor monk admires you, but the poor monk doesn't have that much ability to convince you."

Yue Ying leaned on the table with a smile, obviously not taking Wen Xien's words to heart, and asked sarcastically: "You said that you admired me, but why can't I see any admiration from you?" ”

"Monks don't speak."

Yue Ying asked that question to avoid Wen Xien's perfunctory, but now Wen Xien's bland answer made Yue Ying feel extremely uncomfortable, and there was a feeling that what she had always thought was white was actually black.

- This monk said that he admired him, but he couldn't say anything, and he showed that he knew him very well, and he was close to him.

Yue Ying knew her behavior, and it was easy for people to understand their family background by dressing up. In the past, he didn't care so much, he thought that those who followed him were because of his own ability, not because of his family background, and he was always complacent, thinking how powerful he was, but now he doesn't care.

But what Yue Ying really cares about right now is Wen Xien.

Weinshine is different from the others.

The process of their acquaintance is different, Wen Xien's attitude towards him is different, the degree of understanding of him is different, the feeling for him is different, and even the fact that he is a monk is also different.

And now, the monk seems to be like some people.

Old buildings are crumbling and falling, while new ones are struggling to rebuild from the ruins, faster and stronger.

Wen Xien may have seen something, frowned slightly, and looked at him seriously, a little puzzled what was wrong with him.

However, the same distance, just felt like it was in front of me, but now it looks like a mirage.

Yue Ying reluctantly pulled the corners of her lower lips and said, "You admire me so much, then you will eat all the meat on this plate, and I will let you go after eating." ”

I lost interest and didn't even bother to laugh.

"What's wrong?"

Wen Xien frowned and looked at Yue Ying, as if he was a little worried.

"What's wrong. I told you that as long as you eat this plate of meat, I will let you go, or you will never appear in front of me, and you will not need to treat your eyes. ”

"It's not this, it's what's wrong with you." Wen Xien can bite the word "you" hard.

"Why are you like a woman's mother-in-law, I just don't like you!" Yue Ying was impatient.

Wen Xien looked at him for a while, thought for a long time, and his tone suddenly became cold, "I don't know why you are angry, if you don't want to see the poor monk, then I will leave, why make such a fuss." ”

Yue Ying raised her eyebrows, "If you want to leave, then you can eat this plate of meat, anyway, I won't tell others." ”

"Son-in-law, what's wrong with you?"

Why did he suddenly get angry, why did he suddenly become a dead end, Wen Xien didn't know where he had touched the sensitive and fragile nerves of this eldest young master.

"Not really."

Yue Ying pretended not to care, and didn't look in Wen Xien's direction—he was already a little lacking in interest.

Wen Xien stared at Yue Ying for a long time, his eyebrows and eyes were cold and indifferent, "Why do you embarrass me." ”

(End of chapter)