Chapter 107 Rice Porridge

He sat by the bedside and was a little far away from her.

Red silk leaned forward, "Master, did you know red silk before?"

The fine bangs covered his eyes, and his smooth face was extremely cold. "I don't know."

"Hm?" The red silk leaned his whole face over and said, "Why is the master so familiar with Mr. Baili?"

"Red silk." He couldn't help interrupting her. "There are some things that are not pleasant to know, so it's better not to know."

"Master..." She called him vaguely, "Do you have a very unpleasant past, so you don't want me to remember it like you."

He turned his head and looked at her. His almond-like childlike eyes stared at him, stroked the broken hair in front of her, and asked, "Do you think you are unhappy with me?"

She tried her best to retort, "No, otherwise why did I have to work hard to come to you?"

"That's good. You just need to remember me alone in the future. Don't pay attention to others."

She narrowed her eyes and wrinkled her nose. "Does the master's words mean anything?"

"Oh?" He smiled and said, "That disciple might as well solve it."

"Good." She answered quickly and scratched her hair. "The master must be afraid of being lonely alone, so he is afraid that the disciple will remember it. In the future, he will leave the master alone in the deep mountains and forests."

He said kindly, "Yes, it makes a little sense."

"Isn't the master very happy to see his apprentice come back?" She looks like an underage child now.

He glanced at the corners of her eyes, and it seemed that he was still crying because of excitement, "I dare to say, don't I?"

"Master, if the disciple doesn't come, will you forget me?"

Tears have slowly flowed down from the eyes, the nose is red, the mouth is slightly pouted, and it looks very cute.

He scratched the tip of her nose and said with a smile, "I'm only one of you, or you're making trouble for me everywhere. How do you think I can forget?"

Tears soared. Compared with the trickle flow just now, it has become more and more violent. She sobbed, "Master, if I remember and then run away with Tang Ziran, will you come to me?"

The bursts of friction on her skin made her stop crying. She lowered her eyebrows and looked down at the hand that was wiping her face. "Master, your hand..." The original white fingers are now full of scars, and the big and small scars can't be counted.

He withdrew his hand and turned away from the topic, "If you follow Tang Ziran, of course I won't go to you."

As soon as she heard this, she had no intention to do with his hand, and hurriedly asked, "Why... what?" Doesn't the master like himself?

"Because I can't let this happen." He said slowly, "If you really insist on following Tang Ziran, then there is nothing I can do, but I know you won't. People like Tang Ziran are not worth remembering."

The red silk laughed and said, "Master, how do you know?"

"Because even if you like Tang Ziran, it's nothing."

"Hm?"

"Let's go to bed." Put her gently on the pillow and said, "I'll sit with you for a while. When you sleep, I'll leave."

"Ye-huh."

In fact, there is such a beautiful thing in the world. Why did you want to die at that time? Even if that person doesn't love you, there are thousands of people who love you.

It's easy for you to take the next step. Get rid of it. Don't pay attention to it. But you should know that this will make many people step into a seaweed land, and you can't get out of the darkness even if you want to.

You used to be so stubborn. If you like something, you must get it. If you hate anything, you won't spend a lot of effort on it. You divide it too clearly. You divide everything into black and white, and there is never a gray area in the middle.

At the moment you jumped off the cliff, why didn't you think that maybe the man loved you, but he didn't say it. Maybe he didn't realize it at that moment that if you woke him up, he might not be so chaotic.

What you used to care about most was that face, but after jumping off the cliff, your face was ruined. Fortunately, it was rescued in time, although...

He sat for a while and heard her even breathing before getting up and turning off the light.

There are many things that you choose that you can't change. Just like if you want to make red silk, you can't go back to Bai Zhi. When you are Bai Zhi, you can eat with the master without scruples, fight, and have fun with Jiujiu. But now there is another identity, which is red silk. There are many troubles that make people helpless.

On the third day of returning to the fate, the family couldn't open the pot. In fact, if the red silk is smarter, it should not be difficult to notice that when she first came to the fate, the dead bones can be seen everywhere, and the rice porridge in the white porridge cooked for her by the master is getting less and less day, but the soup is getting more and more.

But she is slow-witted. How could she see this? When she first came to Liuyuan, she saw that the dead bodies all over the ground were simply caused by the plague. However, she didn't know that day, when she disliked only white porridge wrapped her abdomen, the master said to her, "Yuyuan, the gate has been sealed."

Since the gate has been sealed, it means that the grain is blocked. Although the flow is a big city, the rice that people usually eat is transported from other cities and counties. Due to the special soil quality, few fields can grow rice grain. Now that the gate has been closed, the people have no food to eat. Before long, people here will die one by one because of the famine and plague. Even if they are lucky enough to survive, there are very few.

It's a little strange that the red silk holds the soup in its hand and supports its neck. "Master, why do we have to eat porridge every meal? It's still so thin."

Dr. Yun touched her hair and patted her, "I don't say anything."

"Oh." The red silk closed its mouth obediently, but its eyes were looking around.

The second day

The red silk held half a bowl of rice soup with less water and frowned, "Master, why did you give me white water?"

Dr. Yun smiled bitterly and said, "I've seen you gain weight these days. I'll take care of you."

The red silk crooked corners of his mouth and said embarrassedly, "Where is it?" After taking a sip of rice soup, he looked up and asked, "Master, why don't you drink it?"

Dr. Yun squeezed his lips and smiled, "I've eaten."

The third day

The red silk held a bowl of strange soup, and it really had no appetite. He said lazily, "Master, what is this? You don't have to make these things even if you want me lose weight."

His face was slightly pale, and his voice began to be hoarse. "Red silk, eat quickly. I'm hungry later, but it's gone."

The red silk raised the bowl of brown unknown soup and said, "Master, if I eat this, will I be poisoned?"

He was amused by her behavior. He coughed, "That's nothing. Anyway, I'm a doctor. If you are poisoned, I'll help you detoxify."