19. The first appearance of pathology

Author: Furenjiu

19. The first appearance of pathology

Jing Yuanzhou also fell into water. He had always been obsessed with cleanliness. He felt the smell of sea water remaining on his hair and turned around and left.

After Qingwu finished taking a shower, Jing Yuanzhou had already finished washing up, changed into a black shirt, and his straight and slender legs overlapped, as if he was telling someone on the computer.

Jing Yuanzhou closed the computer and looked at Qingwu, "Come here, I'll help you blow your head."

Qingwu was a little hesitant. This human came to her room at night just to blow her head?

This human is pretty good. Qingwu felt the gentle wind blowing through his hair and squinted his eyes comfortably.

Jing Yuanzhou's movements were very unfamiliar at the beginning. He had never had the experience of serving others, but his advantage was that his movements were soft and his mind was meticulous enough. He controlled the wind speed and temperature at all times.

When his hair was blown dry, he picked up the comb and slowly straightened the fine and smooth hair. The hair fell on Qingwu's back. The white and fluffy nightgown made her face look whiter under the hazy light.

Qingwu could feel that he was treating some precious and fragile product, and the room was filled with a rich and fragrant agarwood smell, which made people feel at ease. If she hadn't confirmed that humans would never have reincarnated with memory, she would have even doubted whether this was an old acquaintance she had known. Otherwise, how could she have grasped her preferences so accurately that she would not even want to leave this room.

"No one has ever lived in this house." The man's voice came slowly from above, "It will belong to you from now on."

Qingwu:!!!

"Don't Xiaowu like it?" Jing Yuanzhou's tone was filled with regret. "This kind of house does not meet my preferences. If you don't like it, I can only send someone to deal with it."

"No, I like it very much." Qingwu spoke very fast, afraid that the house would be dealt with, so she even ignored Jing Yuanzhou's name of her turning into intimacy.

Jing Yuanzhou burst into his throat with a chuckle and murmured, "Just like it."

The comb was put down and "Go to bed early."

Qingwu's feet just landed on the ground, but he found that he was being picked up by someone. He was so scared that his spiritual power was messed up and almost exposed his tail.

"Remember to wear shoes next time I come out." Jing Yuanzhou put Qingwu on the bed, picked up the wet towel beside the bed, wiped the person's feet clean, "Okay, go to bed."

The movement and tone were too familiar and natural, just like he should have been like this.

Qingwu has been served so carefully. When she was in the world, there were hundreds of servants who served her. Just the clothes she wore in the morning, four of them served her left and right. Now that she has enjoyed the treatment of Jing Yuanzhou, she has quickly gotten used to it.

Jing Yuanzhou still maintained a gentle and polite attitude, "What's wrong?"

"Off the lights." The Spirit Cat Clan has always been a spoiled creature, and it has never been inferior to other races. She is testing Jing Yuanzhou's bottom line of tolerance for her. If Jing Yuanzhou showed a slight impatient feeling in her eyes, she would immediately withdraw her attitude.

But what she expected was that the man's temper was really too good. Even if he was kicked by her feet a few times, he still had a gentle smile on his face.

"Okay." Under the dim light, Jing Yuanzhou's outline was blurred a little, but with the setting of the room, he seemed to have come out of an ancient painting, and he was reduced in half the color at all. His eyebrows and eyes were delicate and sparse, and each stroke was carefully depicted by Nuwa.

Jing Yuanzhou's every move was like an ancient noble man. His temperament was introverted, and it felt like outsiders could not pretend. Jiang Yu had also imitated him, but he could not become a dog like a tiger. No matter how he disguised it, he could not hide the secrets in his eyes, and had some false smell.

Jing Yuanzhou grasped the sense of proportion just right. Whenever Qingwu wanted to distance himself from someone, Jing Yuanzhou would lightly divert her sight.

Qingwu had a rare good night's sleep. Her hearing was very sensitive, and it was difficult to fall asleep if there was a little noise. Jiang Sinian was still not quiet enough, and she could always hear people walking outside, or driving a car.

Sometimes, there will be some emergencies. For example, Jiang Si creates music in the middle of the night and plays his bass in the room at night, which is really disturbing.

Qingwu's first night there, because of this, jumped into the room and scratched Jiang Sinian with his cat's paws.

The rain continues and the stars are scattered, and the night is extremely quiet.

Jing Yuanzhou had a dream, and those green eyes appeared in his dreams over and over again, but no matter what, he could not see the face of the gods clearly. In the dream, he was the most devout believer, trying to get the mercy of the gods.

He has been repeatedly dreaming for so many years.

The woman in the dream never had a face, and only a pair of pure and compassionate green eyes that contained everything, which made him see clearly.

But today, there seems to be something more.

He crawled and knelt on the ground, not knowing his height, and tried to seek the love of the gods.

At five o'clock, the sun shone into the window, and the green turtle woke up quietly, with a few traces of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Early in the morning, Jiang Sinian was arguing something! She heard Jiang Sinian’s wish in the ancestral hall.

Jiang Sinian was punished by the old man to kneel in the ancestral hall because he lost the things in the box.

By the time the old man found him the next day, Jiang Sinian had already taken down all the tablets of his ancestors' gods and slept soundly on the table.

When the old man saw this scene, he was so angry that he almost carried it over. He held the crutch and wanted to knock Jiang Sinian on his back.

"Why did our Jiang family give birth to such a good thing as you!"

Seeing that the old man was so angry that he almost fell over, Jiang Sinian jumped off the table, "What are you going to worship for all dead people?"

"That's your ancestor! Your ancestor!"

"The ancestors in my family have been burned long ago." Jiang Sinian held his arms and when he was thirteen years old, the ancestral hall was maliciously set on fire by his servants, almost burning him to death there.

If there wasn't a white cat who threw it out with his tail, others would probably have been gone long ago.

The old man always said that it was the appearance of his ancestors, but Jiang Sinian knew that it was not the case. The white cat looked almost exactly the same as Qing Wu, and after that, Jiang Sinian never saw the white cat again. It was not until he saw Qing Wu, the memories diluted by time that he gradually remembered them.

According to the truth, Jiang Sinian will never forget such important memories, but as if they were uncontrollable, those memories were forgotten in their minds.

Those who are not favored cannot see the gods.

Their intention of kneeling down to worship the gods was not pure enough, and Qingwu would not want to see them. The Jiang family asked too much, and Jiang Sinian did not want to make Qingwu embarrassed.

"You really want to piss me off!"

"Continue to kneel down and reflect! You are not allowed to eat today!"

Mr. Jiang left these two words and the door was closed heavily.
Chapter completed!