The child was very uncomfortable with the inserted changing pad.
Her mouth dropped, but she didn't cry. She just kept kicking her legs to get the thing off the back of her butt.
Yin Xiao was really frustrated and sat softly on the ground, looking up at him.
He ignored the child, who had been feeling uncomfortable, and his dark gaze still fell coldly on her face.
His sword eyebrows were raised slightly, as if waiting for her to ask him for help.
"How...I seem to be doing it wrong."
The woman's voice couldn't help but tremble.
Her weakness obviously relieved his tension and excitement. His chest rose and fell, a mocking smile escaped his teeth, and he looked at her helpless look almost proudly.
Let her hands remain frozen on the child.
He took out the messy changing pad, spread it out again, stuffed it between the child's skin and his pants, and wrapped it up.
Their hands accidentally touched, and before she could withdraw her hand, the man had already moved away stiffly, and he handed the child to her.
"Hold."
"where did you go."
He jumped off the carriage, paused, and finally turned back.
"Go and see if there are any farmers nearby. The child is hungry. Go get some food."
The expression on the man's face was half-smiling, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, as if her casual question made him feel uncontrollably happy.
But that trace of joy was quickly suppressed by him, and in a blink of an eye, he still had that cold, mocking look on his face.
"Aren't you afraid that I will take the child away?" she couldn't help but ask.
He looked at her motionless: "If you want to starve her to death, just go."
As he spoke, he held on to the shaft of the car with his hands, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged from the force.
She lowered her eyes and said nothing.
Sure enough, he was sitting in the car waiting for him.
In the long night, several owls roared in the forest, making strange and shrill sounds.
A chill ran up the woman's spine.
"If you're afraid." He kicked the gravel on the ground, making a soft sound.
The man lowered his eyes and looked at the cabin of the car, "You can come with me."
In the end, he drove to a nearby village. The mother and daughter were sitting in the car, and he was sitting by the door and riding the horse. The two elders and the younger one were in rare harmony. They were really like an ordinary couple traveling with their children. .
The person who opened the door was a grey-haired and enthusiastic old hunter. He saw a young and strong man knocking on the door, followed by a woman holding a child.
Yin Xiao knew that Wei Cheng would be too lazy to talk nonsense with them, so he explained their purpose of coming in a few words, pretending that their belongings had been robbed and they would stay one night and leave tomorrow.
The old hunter quickly asked the old woman who was still sleeping to clean up the empty room.
"It's not peaceful now, there's a war going on, the court doesn't care about anything, and there are rogue bandits everywhere. The children are the ones who suffer the most, so you can sleep here." The old Orion took them into the house where his son once lived. House, "This is my son's house. It's empty now. It doesn't matter how many days we stay there."
Wei Cheng nodded lightly and walked into the room with a swaggering attitude.
Yin Xiao held the child in her arms and thanked the two old couples. While squinting at the man's peaceful figure, she became even more convinced that she could not give him the child.
If he continues to teach by words and deeds, Peilin will follow his example sooner or later.
After the two couples left, Yin Xiao put the child on the bed that had been covered with cotton quilts, and got up to close the door. When he turned around, Wei Cheng was already sitting on the edge of the bed, twisting the handkerchief and wiping her face, hands and feet.
Peilin yawned and almost fell asleep, letting his father play with him.
After wiping it clean, the child was already fast asleep and turned over. Wei Cheng carried her to the end of the bed.
Yin Xiao stood aside a little awkwardly, wanting to help, but he took care of everything. Only when he said "wash another handkerchief" from time to time did she have something to do and take the handkerchief. I soaked it in the basin, washed it, wrung it out, and handed it to him.
After Peilin fell asleep, Yinxiao simply wiped his hands and face with the remaining water, and walked into the house quietly. The man was still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at the sleeping face of the child on the side of the bed. His face was neither happy nor angry, and the clay sculpture Generally motionless.
He sat on the edge of the bed, and she found a table far away and sat down. There were a few books on the shelf beside it. She randomly picked one out and opened it in her hand, pretending to read.
There was dead silence in the room, only shallow breathing could be heard. The words on the book seemed to turn into twisted symbols, and she could not read a word.
He was still looking at the child on the bed.
Or maybe he wasn't looking at her, he was just lost in thought and his eyes happened to drift in that direction.
She couldn't read it anymore, so she quietly put the book aside, staring at her toes in a daze, not daring to make a sound or break the weird silence.
Two months and thirteen days a year.
Now we meet each other without words.
He still looked the same as when we parted. When he didn't speak, his eyebrows and eyes were all haughty and cold, and his facial features were still handsome and sharp. However, maybe the night was too late and the lights were too dim. The man's face was not that good, and he was pale and tired.
"There is still water outside." She reminded: "Go and wash up. If you don't wash up, you won't be able to sleep well."
The man finally stood up, still not looking at her, his body seemed to be swaying, and he walked straight out of the door.
He passed her step by step.
Suddenly, the whole person fell straight to the ground.
It's like the jade mountain is falling.
Her expression changed, she threw away the book, stood up and bent down to help him up. As soon as she touched his body, she realized that his body was extremely hot, and even his breath was hot, spraying on her neck. She was trembling all over because of the heat, and a thin layer of sweat formed on her neck.
After all, she brought the water in to wipe his body.
After rubbing with water, the fever still didn't go away, so she borrowed another can of strong liquor from the owner, took off his clothes, dipped her hands in the strong liquor, and pushed her body away from him bit by bit.
The strong smell of spirits spreads thickly.
Old injuries and new injuries scratched across her palms, and the raised scars made her palms itch slightly. Wei Chengxing turned around, dazed for a moment, and paused when he saw her.
"Did you dream again?"
He murmured to himself, raised his soft hand, and held her hand on his chest, his voice was hoarse.
The hand massaging his chest paused for a moment, then took it out, then dipped it in wine and put it on again.
"No."
A moment of joy and a moment of emptiness.
Chaos vision gradually returned to clarity. He twitched the corners of his lips and retracted his hand as if nothing had happened, as if mockingly, "Really?"
