Chapter 39 Loneliness

At the order of Miss Longshanzhuang, Yan Ji naturally did not dare to disobey it. He reached out and took out two steamed buns from the steamer and handed them to her.

After breakfast, I heard that a group of servants in Yuyuan began to lift the steamer bowls and deliver food to the prisoners in the cell. Yang Huanyu, a young lady who was ignored by the crowd, suddenly grabbed the corner of Yan Ji's clothes and shouted, "Are you going to deliver food to the prison? I'm going too!"

Luo Bing looked back and hurriedly stopped her and said, "Miss Yu, there is nothing interesting in the cell. You'd better not go. Your cousin Su Hui is resting in the room. Why don't you go and chat with her!"

Yang Huanyu shook his head and said decisively, "No, I'm going to play with my big brother!" With that, her little hand grasped the corner of Yan Ji's clothes again.

In everyone's opinion, this matter is very rare. I don't know how this new disciple from Qixuanmen can have such a close relationship with Miss Villa.

They have faintly heard that Miss Yang Huanyu suffers from an incurable disease. If she is infected, she will only die. I only wondered why this man was not afraid of being infected with a serious illness by Yang Huanyu and let the eldest lady pull the corners of his clothes.

Luo Bing was thinking about how to refuse her when she suddenly heard a gentle voice: "Yuer, go back with your mother and don't affect the work of your brothers and sisters!"

Following the sound, the speaker was a middle-aged beautiful woman, who was Su Qiurong, the wife of Yinglongtang. Today, she changed into a light green silk fir and dressed in a tight dress, showing a trace of hero.

All the masters and servants of Yuyuan, including Yan Ji, saluted one after another.

Su Qiurong smiled and said softly, "Don't be too polite. Go to work quickly!"

Her gentle eyes swept everyone, stayed on Yan Ji, walked slowly, nodded and smiled at Yan Ji, took Yang Huanyu's hand behind Yan Ji, and said softly, "Yuer, go back with your mother, brothers and sisters still have to work!"

Yang Huanyu looked unwilling, grabbed the corners of Yan Ji's clothes and said in a low voice, "I want to play here."

Yan Ji was grabbed by her in the corner of her clothes and didn't know what to say. She looked slightly embarrassed and stood there stunned.

Su Qiurong gently stroked her daughter's thin cheek and smiled, "When I go back, my mother will play with you."

Yang Huanyu shook her head slightly and dared not look at her mother. She lowered her head and grasped the corners of Yan Ji's clothes tightly.

Her expression suddenly became painful, and her body began to tremble slightly. Her thin cheeks were a little whiter, and small sweat oozed from her forehead. Before long, her pale complexion began to become purple and looked very ugly.

Su Qiurong took her daughter into her arms, her kind face pressed against her head, and the shining light began to flow in her beautiful eyes.

For a mother, the most painful thing is to watch her child suffer, but there is no way to change it. She can't wait for her daughter's pain to be passed on to herself.

Yang Huanyu gradually settled down in her mother's arms, and her body stopped shaking, as if she had fallen asleep.

A helpless and sad mother held her child and gradually faded away.

Looking at it, Yan Ji seemed to remember something, and her eyes began to become sad.

"Let's go!" Su Su beside him suddenly reminded him.

Yan Ji quickly withdrew his expression and followed the crowd. On the way, a half-burned round attic attracted everyone's attention and talked about how the pavilion could be burned like this. As for the specific reasons, only Yan Ji knows the best.

Entering the cell is nothing more than doing some boring work of porridge and rice. That's what Yan Ji thought. Except for the exploration to be done at night, everything done in Yinglong Villa is boring.

In a cell, they met Luo Changjian and Zhu Meng. There is nothing wrong with Luo Bing to come forward to make out with Luo Changjian, but today, Zhu Meng has no time to make fun of them, looking a little melancholy.

"Are you ready to escort all the prisoners at Hell Gate for execution tonight?" Luo Changjian asked Zhu Meng.

"It's all ready," Zhu Meng nodded slightly and said, "Only by executing all the prisoners of the Hell Gate can they cut off their rescue nod."

Luo Changjian snorted coldly and said, "Yes, kill them all!"

Yan Ji listened to their conversation clearly, glanced at the two of them behind their backs, and secretly scolded themselves, "These demons just want to kill!"

Looking at his expression, he couldn't wait to rush up and smash Luo Chang's arrow into ten thousand pieces, especially when he said the words "kill them all". The cold look was simply intolerable.

After listening to the people leaving Yuyuan, Zhu Meng untied the wine gourd at his waist, poured a mouthful of wine into his throat, and asked Luo Changjian, "Is it necessary to let the people of Yuyuan listen to hear this news? I don't think there is a mole among those people who sneaked in at the Hell Gate.

Luo Changjian replied faintly, "You are good at everything, but it's a little bad. Don't do things too much. Sometimes you feel like that, but in fact it's not the case. Since you want to give this news to all people, you can't miss it, and you don't know which one is the person of Hell Gate!"

After being taught by him, Zhu Meng didn't care. He put up the wine gourd and poured a big mouthful of wine into his throat and smiled, "That's right. Otherwise, why would you sit in the position of the deputy master, not me!"

The weather is changeable, and it is still sunny in the morning, but it is cloudy near noon.

Near noon, Yan Ji had to do boring work such as washing vegetables and burning fire, and then had lunch. Everyone else treated Yan Ji like a "plague god" and avoided him and did not talk to him.

Since today, they have added another reason to avoid Yan Ji, because this morning, all of them witnessed the young lady Yang Huanyu pull the corner of his clothes, and he is likely to become a real plague god.

Yan Ji doesn't care at all. He has always been lonely and is used to loneliness. How can he care about them? Sitting alone at a table, eating without attention.

Only Susu would come over and sit at a table with Yan Ji. She clamped the only chicken leg in her bowl to Yan Ji and said, "Brother, you are so thin, you should eat more meat!"

This sentence is very familiar to him, and he clearly remembers where he heard it. After searching in my mind, I remembered the scene when I heard this sentence for the first time.

At that time, he was still young, a yellow and thin beggar with a sick face, even less than a beggar. At that time, he met his senior sister, the best person in the world, at least in his heart.

The woman he missed most also said similar things to him and made a pot of fragrant wild pork for him.

After a long time, Yan Ji came to her senses and looked at the chicken leg in the bowl. She sighed deeply and couldn't help saying to Susu, "Thank you!"

Su Su Tian smiled and said, "Thank you for everything. Don't be so polite to your sister."

She suddenly lowered her voice and said to Yan Ji, "Why do you let the lady pull the corners of your clothes? She is sick. What a bad thing if she infects you!"

Yan Ji was stunned for a moment and said, "Didn't she say that her illness would not be passed on? Didn't the lord's wife also took her hand? It should not be contagious."

Susu couldn't find a word to refute, but said, "Anyway, just try not to get involved with her in the future. She wants to come and play with you. Just find an excuse to deceive her casually. What if she wants to pass it on to you?"

"Faling to her? Isn't it? All the people want to lie to her, the lonely girl.

Yan Ji was stunned. After a long time, she promised four words to Su Su: "I know!"

Without sunny weather, the night is not so obvious. I don't know when stars and snowflakes began to float between heaven and earth, adding more ice to this cold land.

When Yan Ji opened the door, there was already a world full of ice and snow. Deep snowflakes fell leisurely and spread an inch of white snow on the ground.

Not wanting to stay in the house, Yan Ji stepped out of the house and walked out of the gate of Tingyuyuan. The snow she stepped on was left with two lines of footprints.

Many people are afraid of loneliness, but many people have to be lonely, such as Yan Ji, at least he is still lonely now.

Yan Ji's lonely figure stood in the snow, and the snowflakes, like a sea of snow, washed down and rushed down on his lonely body, but could not overcome the loneliness in his heart.

"Big brother!"

A soft voice, like a mosquito, sounded in his ear before he raised his buried head.

In the snow, the girl in a white fox coat came head-on. Her originally yellow hair also looked dark and thick against the white clothes. This time, she did not hold an umbrella, holding a round dark brown wooden box in her arms, and painted a plum blossom with vermilion ink on the lid.

"Today is the Spring Festival. My mother made dumplings for me to eat. I'll bring you some!" The thin voice sounded in Yan Ji's ear.

It turns out that today is a small year, and in a few days, it will be New Year's Eve. The festival that has been passed down for many years symbolizes "reunion". No matter where you are, you must rush home to reunite with your relatives on the night of New Year's Eve.

When you miss your relatives during the festival, you can only miss your only senior sister when your parents are not here.

Where is she? Will she miss me too?

The lonely teenager asked himself in his heart.

"I ate one for you!" Yang Huanyu opened the wooden box, which contained more than a dozen dumplings, which was steaming.

She stretched out her slender hand, pinched a dumpling, tiptoed, and handed it to Yan Ji's mouth.

Somehow, Yan Ji really wants to taste the taste of this dumpling, maybe he wants to taste the taste of reunion.

Yan Ji opened his mouth and ate the dumplings. Yang Huanyu smiled happily and pinched a dumpling and handed it to his mouth.

She believes that the person in front of her has believed that her disease is not contagious and is willing to eat the food she has touched.

But will he think that the disease in front of him will not be contagious? Or does he not care?

Maybe he doesn't remember the taste of dumplings made by his parents when he was a child, but he clearly remembers the taste of dumplings in Qingzhu Xianju on Bagong Mountain.

The familiar taste brings an unprecedented sense of loneliness. People who are afraid of loneliness actually have a feeling of crying.