Chapter 120 is really too late
Xinbao fell asleep for more than half an hour.
Then she suddenly burst into tears in her dream, crying, "Dear you! Hurry up, dear..."
She woke herself up, turned over suddenly, and almost fell off the bed.
Yan Shen Jue flew over to catch it, the books fell to the ground, hugged her anxiously, and coaxed her inexperiencedly: "Xinbao is not afraid, is it a nightmare?"
Xinbao's eyes were wide open, and he became sober all of a sudden, and said, "Damn it!"
Yan Shenjue said patiently: "Second brother went to the county seat, and he won't be back until tomorrow..."
In the middle of speaking, he saw the small expression of Tuanzi's collapse, and was stunned: "What's wrong?"
Xinbao was in a hurry, she broke away from his embrace, clenched her fists, and hurriedly circled around on the couch like a headless chicken, "What to do if Er's is not swollen... What to do..."
Yan Chenjue was a little panicked, and hugged her again: "Don't be afraid, are you sick? Don't be afraid of Xinbao, Xinbao is here..." He was extremely worried, bit his lips, and added embarrassingly: "My wife Yes, Xinbao, don’t be afraid.”
But Xinbao is really dying of anxiety.
She didn't know what the words were this time, but she was inexplicably very urgent!
She caught a glimpse of the book that had fallen on the floor, and when she paused, she was about to pounce subconsciously.
Yan Shenjue said anxiously: "Xinbao!"
Xinbao is also anxious: "I want a book!"
He said: "You don't know what you want the book for!"
Yes, she doesn't know!
She doesn't know this kind of character, and she can't find it!
She can't fly either, she can't fly to the second brother.
Her mind was about to shut down, and she couldn't think of a second idea. In desperation, she grabbed his hand and drew a word on his hand: "What word is this?"
Yan Shen Jue was taken aback for a moment: "You, are you writing?"
Xinbao tugged at his hand anxiously: "What's the word!?"
"I'm sorry Xinbao," the little boy was about to cry, his face was covered with sweat, and the end of the towel was stuck to his face.
But then he took a long breath, forced himself to calm down, quickly put Xiaotuanzi on the table, took a pen to dip in the tea, and said, "You write."
Xinbao couldn't hold the brush well, so he simply dropped the brush, dipped his finger in water, and wrote a word on the table.
Yan Shen Jue said, "Tang?"
She actually wrote a word? ?
He felt that he might have accidentally touched their great secret.
He looked at her little finger without blinking, and wrote down the words so clumsily: "Six, Lang, of, feet?? Xinbao, what the **** is this?"
Xinbao was in a hurry, tears were falling down, and she cried, "Don't ask me! Xinbao hasn't compiled it yet! Xinbao has no time to make it up!"
Yan Shenjue: "..."
His hand was running down Tuanzi's back, and Xinbao dipped his own tears nearby, crying and continuing to write.
"Tang Liulang's feet are entangled in water plants..."
The two raised their heads almost at the same time.
Then Yan Shenjue picked up Xinbao in his arms, and jumped towards the river as if flying.
In such an urgent moment, Xinbao, inexplicably, felt quite peaceful in his heart.
She stopped even crying, her eyes were wide open, watching the flowers, plants and trees flying by in front of her, so fast that she couldn't see clearly at all.
Then he stopped abruptly.
Yan Shenjue was already standing on the shore.
In front of him, brother Liu had half his head in the water, his eyes half-opened and half-closed, his clothes swaying slowly under the water, and his whole body showed a strange calmness, motionless.
This picture was actually only for a moment, but it was frozen in her mind.
She never knew that the drowning person was so calm.
The next moment, he put her on the shore, Xinbao couldn't stand upright, and sat down on the ground.
She saw a light blue figure, like a bird, flying past lightly, and the whole person swiped in the water... It seemed that it was just a bird flapping its wings...
He cut off the aquatic plants below his head with a sword, dragged Xiao Liu into his arms, lightly tapped his toes on the water, and swung back to the shore.
Then he quickly turned Little Sixth Brother over, supported him with his small palm, and gave him a light blow on the back.
Brother Liu choked out a mouthful of water, then spit out some water, crying while vomiting.
Yan Shen Jue heaved a sigh of relief, and glanced at Xinbao.
Xinbao was still dumbfounded.
Just now, this scene was like a slow motion, replayed in her mind over and over again, and she didn't know how many times she replayed it before she suddenly understood...Little Sixth brother is fine, he rescued him.
Almost, almost too late!
Xinbao burst into tears.
Yan Shen Jue hugged her, comforting her softly.
Yuan Yao first heard the voice and walked over: "Why are you here?"
He picked up Brother Six, "Don't you have to take a bath? Why are you crying?"
Brother Liu didn’t care about being a man anymore, he cried: “I’m afraid, the water ghost will catch me…”
Yuan Yaochu was taken aback for a moment, only then did he see that some water plants were still entangled on his ankles, leaving vague red marks in circles, which were obviously entangled by water plants, and he stuttered in shock: "You, you Are you okay?"
Yan Shen Jue held Xiaotuanzi in his arms, and gave him a cold look.
Yuan Yaochu said anxiously: "He insisted on taking a bath, I was afraid he would freeze when he came out, so I picked up branches for him to make a fire, and just turned around..."
Yan Chen never wanted to hear more, so he left with his heart in his arms, faster and faster, flying up the mountain all the way.
Xinbao was still crying, but gradually stopped crying.
This fear and sadness are like a cloud of wet mist. Originally, it was all squeezed into her small chest, making her extremely uncomfortable... But now, it seems that the wind blowing past her, bit by bit, , a trace, slowly blown away.
She hiccupped: "My wife."
He hummed, stretched out his small hand, and gently stroked the back of her head.
She said again: "My wife."
He hummed again, and stopped slowly, still supporting her with one hand and resting on her head with the other, looking at her expression.
Her eyes were wide open, her small face was clean, well, tears and snot were all on his clothes.
In the distance, the younger brother's face is more beautiful and delicate, and the peach blossom eyes that should be shining are as calm as ice and jade.
Xinbao was a little happy, and reached out to touch his face: "My wife, you are so pretty."
Yan Shenjue: "..."
He couldn't laugh or cry.
Before he could figure out how to comfort her, she almost forgot about it.
Yan Shen Jue said warmly: "Xinbao, that word..."
"Yes, word!" Xinbao blinked. At this moment, the stone in her mind had disappeared, but she was afraid of what would happen later, so she immediately went to hold his hand.
He sat down on the side of the road and asked her to draw out the words one by one in his hand.
Looking at the whole sentence, this disaster is over.
However, it turns out that the blessing of this little dumpling is not illusory, but... something that can be seen and grasped?
Yan Shenjue pondered for a while, and said to her: "Xinbao, I will not tell anyone about this matter, and I will not tell the Yuan family either... I accidentally learned Xinbao's secret, so I will also tell Xinbao about it. my secret, okay?"
(end of this chapter)