Is it possible that Situ Jinfeng is willing to stay because of this Ning Xiaoguai?

After returning to the apartment, Ning Xiaoguai was very tired because he had just experienced the blood demon's soul-taking. After taking a shower, he went to bed early.

Jiang Yi didn't want to be alone with Situ Jinfeng. Anyway, the two of them had nothing to talk about. He sat on the sofa in the living room and looked at the notes Ning Xiaoguai had made before, and then planned to take a rest.

Unexpectedly, Situ Jinfeng actually put a cup of tea in Jiang Yi's hand at this time: "Can I waste some of your time?"

Jiang Yi was stunned for a moment, and looked up at him in surprise. She saw Situ Jinfeng smiling in his eyes, but these words were too polite. I'm afraid only ordinary friends would use them.

Are they talking to each other like this?

Jiang Yi's eyes dimmed, and she felt a little uncomfortable, but she still nodded: "You tell me."

At this time, Situ Jinfeng had slowly sat down opposite her, holding the tea cup with his slender fingers: "But you have to promise me that this matter is a secret between us, don't tell Xinyou."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yi was even more surprised. When she raised her eyes, she saw Situ Jinfeng looking at her blankly: "Isn't it possible?"

"No..." Jiang Yi was stunned, feeling that this situation was a bit strange, "Is there something that I can't tell her?"

Didn’t she always know more about you than me?

Like a father who plans to share secrets with his daughter, Situ Jinfeng frowned slightly and shook his head with a helpless smile: "She is so tossing, there are some things... I don't want to be so fast..."

Jiang Yi looked at him almost as if he had seen a ghost, and imitated his example, picking up the tea cup and holding it in his hand: "You... you said..."

"Actually, it's about Ning Xiaoguai..."

Hearing this, Jiang Yi couldn't help but tremble with her fingers. When she raised her eyes again, she found that there was a hint of melancholy in Situ Jinfeng's eyes. It was like a cloud of sadness that shrouded the Black Mountain, so deep, so heavy, and so heavy that it made people feel sad.

They all feel depressed.

Then, Jiang Yi heard a story from him that had been buried in her heart for many years.

I can’t remember the exact time of the story, but I vaguely remember that it was during the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty that the lower reaches of the Yellow River burst and more than a dozen counties suffered floods.

He was still a mortal at that time. His parents, brothers and sisters were separated due to the flood, and he was left alone to follow the refugees begging and fleeing to the south.

When he met her, she had a scar on her face, left by a fire.

When she was eight years old, there was a fire at home, and her brother rescued her from the fire. Only her brother and sister were left in the big family. Fortunately, there were some shops in her home, and with her brother's good skills,

Her life was not bad, but she had that ugly scar on her face, and no one came to propose marriage when she was over eighteen. Even if they did, it was because of their family's business, and her brother would not allow it.

It was by chance that I joined their home as a nursing home. I was so hungry while escaping, and the victims would fight over a piece of sesame seed cake.

Her brother was serving porridge at the gate of the city and was known as a great benefactor. Seeing that he had a good arm, he was recruited into the house. In addition to wages, he also had no worries about food and clothing.

However, at that time, she wore a veil all day long and never left the house. Her brother invited an embroiderer to teach her how to work at home, and he also hired an honest Mr. Wen Dun to teach her how to read, write, play the piano and recite poems.
Chapter completed!