Who sent him? I'm already like this, but I'm still worried. I don't kill the roots to gain reputation. Is it because I'm looking for someone to secretly monitor me because I'm afraid I'll have a threat? Then why do I still show up? To win my trust, the ridicule in my heart flashed...

Ji Mi's shoulders trembled slightly: "My mother~~, let you protect me?"

"I was rescued by the Empress when I was young and sent to the training place. I passed the test before coming."

"When I was young?"

"About six or seven years old..."

If what he said was the truth, he was six or seven years old, and if she was still alive at that time, the biggest person in front of her was no more than 19. She was young and she had been disabled for nearly ten years...

The voice of the late Ji Zhong was even more hoarse, as if suppressing grief: "Get up, what can I have to protect? I am already a useless person. Maybe one winter will leave quietly, like a beggar on the street..."

Yingyi stood up straight, and his answer was calm, as if telling a truth: "What you don't know, everything will be fine."

"It's time for me to have a meal." Ji Mo was waiting for Ying Yi to return the steamed buns to himself...

"By the way, what are your name?" Ji Mi's tone was plain, like a dead lake.

"Shadow is the shadow of shadow, the firmness of perseverance"

Ji Mo nodded, groped and wanted to pick up the chopsticks, and gently pressed his hand with his hands: "Master, wait."

Ji Shi could feel the roughness between the fingers, the palms were warm and the finger belly was slightly cool. These were a pair of hands holding the sword. Ji Shi remembered that his mother once said that people with a finger belly were slightly cool and the palms were mostly cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

Ji Shi put down his chopsticks and looked at Ying Yi following the sound. His eyes were not focal. Ying Yi's eyes drooped slightly and he quickly walked out the door. After a while, he came back with some food, put the dishes in front of Ji Shi Shi, and handed him the chopsticks: "Please have a meal, master."

Ji Hou was stunned: "They will find out"

Ying Yi's eyes were slightly cold: "They would rather not find it."

The slave bullies the master. These people need to pay a price, but the noise cannot be too much. The master needs to rest. If the rest of the people who are secretly spying on him, he will know...

When the end of the season purses his lips to make his life better, why not do it...

He picked up the chopsticks, but didn't know where the food was. He stretched out his other hand and pressed against the table, carefully rubbed the position of the plate, gently held his hand with one hand, leading him from the wrong direction to the right position, and at the end of the season, he pushed away the scattered hair and stuffed the food into his mouth. It was still hot and hadn't eaten for many years...

Occasionally, Ying Yi would send the spoon to Ji Shi's hand at the right time to let him drink a sip of porridge, but he would no longer say anything, as if they had known each other for a long time without words. Indeed, often when Ji Shi's first thought, this person had already seen the signs and helped him realize it...

After the meal at the end of the season, he followed the sun, faced the sun, gently closed his eyes, and enjoyed the good weather. This was the only thing he could enjoy. The heat of the sun would not make people cold. He could not feel the existence of that person, left? Or did he hide? Such a person with nothingness, such a silent and cold person, even if he was gentle for a moment, was like hypocritical sympathy. A faint light could not change the darkness. What's more, that light was not necessarily sunlight, but may be the cold light on the sword. It was to use human life as a memorial...hf();
Chapter completed!