When I opened my eyes, my fox became a sick villain

Chapter 107 New Year's Eve
Not seeing Qingwu's gloomy face, the senior brother continued, "I didn't say that, the appearance of Junior Brother Yan was born to be a flirtatious kind, but now he has not yet enlightened, and he will hug left and right sooner or later."

Xiao Li twitched his chin, and said, "That said, I also remembered one thing. Five days ago, I saw a female cultivator coming out of Junior Brother Yan's room early in the morning."

Zhao Jinying gave him a hard look and said, "Shut up, you!"

At this moment, Qingwu's mind is full of Yan Chenjin being intimate with others, does he let others hug him, let others kiss him, and let others sleep with him?

Zhao Jinying comforted her and said: "Yao Qing, don't think about it, they just like to talk nonsense, just ignore them. Hey, where are you going?"

He saw the blade of the sword under Qingwu's foot turning, and he went back to the mountain gate.

Qingwu trotted up the stone steps and rushed into the courtyard of the residence angrily.

Yan Chenjin was standing at the door of the room, a blushing girl in front of him was talking to him, holding an exquisite wooden box in her hand.

Originally, Yan Chenjin didn't intend to talk to that female cultivator, but when he saw Qing Wu coming, he purposely annoyed her, and accepted the box with a smile, "Thank you for giving me this, I like it very much."

what do you like?Love gifts, or people who love gift giving?
Qingwu really wanted to carry him into the house and teach him this and that.

She walked over expressionlessly, grabbed Yan Chenjin's wrist, and pulled it into the room.

The boy shook her off, "Don't touch me."

Qingwu held back his anger, and said coldly, "Say it again!"

Yan Chenjin realized that she was angry, and only when she saw him talking with others and was jealous, she said without fear, "I said, don't touch me, I hate you."

Qingwu has heard it a dozen times if not dozens of times.

But every time he was acting like a baby, but this time Qingwu only felt his heart tremble.

Hate me, like her?
Qingwu became angry, grabbed Yan Chenjin's chin, and pushed her against the door frame. She was so angry that she said, "Yan Chenjin, I just want to ask you, have you slept with someone else?"

The young man's eyes were reddened by the questioning. She was always kind to him. Such questioning was no different from stabbing a knife in his heart.

He stared at her resentfully, "Does it have anything to do with you?"

Qingwu smiled wryly, and stood there in a daze, speechless.

So, they really separated, but she thought he was just angry with her, didn't she?
"Lu Yaoqing, don't touch Senior Brother Yan, go away." The female cultivator also helped Yan Chenjin, and pushed Qingwu away, acting like a master to drive away blowflies.

Being pushed, Qingwu staggered, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the pile of presents being kicked aside.

The little wooden man who was originally placed on the top fell the hardest. His round head fell off and was separated from his body.

People say that it is not unreasonable to climb high and fall heavy.

She originally wanted Yan Chenjin to be the first to see her gift, but now it backfired, and fell the worst, just like her.

Qingwu only felt that all her heart was poured into the water, and she had never felt such a sense of defeat. She was so angry that she kicked the little wooden figure that fell into two pieces into the flower bed in the courtyard.

She turned her head and looked at Yan Chenjin coldly, "Okay, you are so kind, Yan Chenjin."

Qingwu wanted to scold him, but after holding it in for a long time, he couldn't say anything heavier than this.

She glanced at the nun with a sneer, and said, "I won't touch him, he belongs to you."

After finishing speaking, Qingwu Yujian left.

Yan Chenjin panicked and wanted to catch up, but there was no time.

Those foxes were jealous, the two had been fighting for so long, he had never felt this way, he felt that she really didn't want him anymore.

The female cultivator was still talking sarcasticly, "Brother Yan, don't pay attention to Lu Yaoqing, this woman is crazy, even after they are separated, she is still entangled like this, it is disgusting."

Yanchen stared at her fiercely, and said angrily: "Shut up, who said we are separated? Who said!"

His almost roaring voice frightened the nun.

It has been six years since Yan Chenjin came to Huaguangmen. Although he is cold and noble, he has never lost his temper with anyone.

The female cultivator was frightened and cried immediately, covered her face and ran away.

"It's not separated, it's not, it's not..." The young man shook his body, tears were about to fall.

Today is his birthday, how could she say such things on such a day?
He was not so angry at first, just waiting for her to give him a gift, and he reconciled with her.

Obviously she didn't prepare a gift herself, and she said that to slander him.

Her jaw hurts so much. She has so much strength that she doesn't feel sorry for him at all.

He was only angry to... say things like that.

Not really!
After Qingwu went down the mountain, he found a wine shop. She had abstained from alcohol for so long, and she broke the precept today, but she didn't feel guilty, and only hoped to get drunk.

After drinking pot after pot of wine, Qing Wu soon lost his mind.

She curled up on the table, feeling abandoned.

In the middle of the night, the wine shop was closed, and Qing Wu couldn't even find the mountain gate as he wobbled the jug.

After wandering around the street a few times, she sat down regardless of whose door the door was.

The wind in the twelfth lunar month was really biting, Qingwu hugged his knees and leaned against the door.

But at this time, there was flying snow, and the snowflakes fell on Qingwu's face, which was icy, so she opened her eyes in a daze.

His head was heavy, he didn't know where he was, and he didn't know when he took off the flagon in his hand, which wet the thin snow that fell on the ground.

Qing Wu coldly regained some sanity, but he was too lazy to get up and didn't want to go back.

Go back, what will you face when you go back?
Qingwu looked up, letting the snowflakes fall on his face, the snow fell more and more, almost covering Qingwu into a snowman.

She finally gritted her teeth and stood up, Yu Jian went to Chaos Mountain.

Before dawn, Qingwu arrived at the foot of Chaos Mountain and stood at the gate of Jiang Qibai's house, dazed.

When Qibai went out to pour water, he saw her and was overjoyed, "Ah Qing, why are you here?"

Qingwu smiled wryly, "I miss you a little bit, Qibai, can I stay with you for a few days?"

Jiang Qibai looked behind her, but didn't see Yan Chenjin, and suddenly felt a bad feeling in her heart, she held Qing Wu's hand, "Of course, Ah Qing, come in quickly."

Qibai flicked the snow off her body for her, and Qingwu hugged her tightly.

At that time, Jiang Qibai smelled the strong smell of alcohol on Qing Wu's body, "Ah Qing, have you been drinking?"

Qingwu nodded and said, "I'm so tired, Qibai, why am I so tired? So tired, so sleepy, I want to sleep."

Jiang Qibai helped her to lie down, covered her with a quilt, and lit the charcoal basin.

Qingwu fell asleep for two whole days, and only woke up in the morning of the third day.

Jiang Qibai was lying beside her, and immediately woke up when he heard the sound, "Ah Qing, you are...wake up, I'll make porridge for you..."

After that, she reached out to get the porridge bowl, it was already completely cold, she smiled and said: "Wait a minute, I'll go and heat it up, it will be ready in no time."

Qingwu held her wrist, "I'm not hungry, Qibai, don't go, just talk to me!"

Jiang Qibai sat down, put the porridge bowl on the inside of the charcoal basin, and soaked it with some warm air.

"Ah Qing, are you..." She wanted to ask Mr. Yan, but she was afraid of making Qingwu sad, so she changed her words and said, "Are you... sad?"

Qingwu nodded and said, "I'm very sad, I feel like I've been cheated."

Like being cheated, he said he likes her, is it true?
Maybe he was just too young and mistook dependence for liking, but she was moved, believed, and even fell into it irresistibly.

Since she was a child, she has not received a good education, and no one has taught her how to be kind to others, so she is always arrogant and has a bad temper.

But Qingwu thinks that in the past few months, she has treated Yan Chenjin in every possible way, and she is trying her best to learn to tolerate him and love him deeply, but the result is... like this.

Maybe he saw it clearly, his kind of feeling is not called liking at all, or maybe she didn't like him that much, so she couldn't tolerate everything about him.

Her heart seemed to be crushed by a stone, so heavy that she couldn't breathe.

Jiang Qibai asked cautiously: "Ah Qing, could there be... some misunderstanding?"

Qingwu smiled wryly, "Let him go, misunderstanding, no misunderstanding, I don't want to care about it."

He stayed at Jiang Qibai's house until New Year's Eve.

In the afternoon, Jiang Qibai was afraid that if Qingwu lay down like this again, his body would be useless, so he asked her to make dumplings together.

Qingwu shook his head, "How could I do this?"

Qibai laughed and said, "Try it, why don't you try...you know it won't work?"

There was no other way, Qingwu was dragged up by Jiang Qibai forcefully, and the two sat at the small table, she was imitating Jiang Qibai to make dumplings.

Qingwu tried it a few times, and it was clear that the techniques and materials were the same, but there were differences in how they were made.

The ones she made looked extraordinarily… ugly.

Thinking about it carefully, Qingwu found that he seemed to be unable to do anything well.

I can't embroider a purse, I can't make a meal, I can't even carve a cute doll...

Is it because of this that he was abandoned?
Qingwu couldn't help but his eyes were red, staring at the dumpling in his hand that didn't fit well, feeling uncomfortable.

She sniffed, and Jiang Qibai also noticed something was wrong with her, "Ah Qing, are you... uncomfortable?"

Qingwu shook his head shallowly, and said, "It's okay, it's all over."

It will always pass, and it will always get better, just like she doesn't miss her parents so much now, it will always be better.

After the dumplings were made, Jiang Qibai took them to the kitchen to boil water.

Before the water was hot, someone knocked on the door.

Jiang Qibai immediately came out to open the door, and looked at Jiang Mingyun outside the door.

The two were silent, neither of them spoke.

After a long time, it was not until the person on the back chair behind Jiang Mingyun coughed a few times that the two of them were brought back to reality.

Jiang Mingyun came back to his senses and said, "Is Lu Yaoqing here?"

Jiang Qibai nodded, "Ah Qing, I'm in the room."

Jiang Mingyun didn't speak any more, but nodded, and entered the gate with the sick Yan Chenjin on his back.

Qingwu heard the noise outside and thought something happened to Jiang Qibai.

He opened the door in a daze, and finally faced Jiang Mingyun and Yan Chenjin who was sitting in the chair on his back.

With just one glance, Yan Chenjin burst into tears of grievance.

He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Qing Wu had already closed the door and entered.

Yan Chenjin said in a hoarse voice, "Put me down, quickly... cough cough... put me down."

He coughed until his face turned red.

Jiang Mingyun quickly put him down, and the man wobbled towards the leftmost room.

Yan Chenjin coughed as he walked, as if he was dying of illness and would die suddenly in the next moment.

Jiang Mingyun frowned and helped him move forward.

Standing at the door, Yan Chenjin sniffed and knocked lightly, "Sister Qing, Sister Qing, open the door... Cough cough cough... Sister Qing..."

Qingwu couldn't bear to hear him cough, but he didn't want to see him either, so he was so depressed that he simply covered his ears.

But it turns out that covering the ears can't block all the sounds, and Qingwu still heard a cough.

She finally couldn't help it, and said: "Yan Chenjin, you go back, your matter has nothing to do with me, we still, don't meet again."

During these days, Qingwu figured out the only consolation from being separated from Yanchenjin, that is, as long as he separated from him, he would not have to worry that he would be manipulated by the soul-drawing hand and hurt Yanchenjin.

Therefore, she doesn't hate Yan Chenjin that much, she just thinks it's better to leave.

The boy's cry came from outside the door, the cry was mixed with the sound of coughing, as if he wanted to cough up his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, it was very frightening.

"No, I don't... cough cough... I won't go back, Qing... cough cough... Sister Qing, it's related, cough cough... it's related, I beg you... cough cough... please, look Look at me, okay?" The young man broke down in tears, which made people feel distressed.

Qingwu has always been ruthless towards him, and his heart softened.

It was so cold outside, and it snowed heavily last night. He was so weak. He didn't wear a cloak, and his clothes were not thick enough. Standing outside like this would definitely freeze his body to death.

Just when Qingwu's psychological defense was almost defeated, Jiang Mingyun gave her the final blow, "Junior Brother Yan is about to die of illness, Lu Yaoqing, are you sure you won't see him for the last time?"

Qingwu got up quickly and opened the door.

The boy at the door, his face was slightly flushed from the cold, the tip of his nose and the corners of his eyes were the most red. He didn't know whether he was frozen or crying.

He held a repaired wooden figure in his hand. The head and body were re-glued, and there were still traces of adhesion at the joints.

The young man hugged Qingwu, and cried aggrievedly, "I'm so uncomfortable, cough, sister Qing, my head hurts, and my body hurts too...cough cough...you hug me."

Qingwu glanced at Jiang Mingyun who was watching the play, hugged him into the house by the waist, and kicked the door shut.

Jiang Mingyun said to Qingwu outside the door, "At the end of today, there are many things going on in the door, I can't stay long, I'll go back first."

Qingwu replied: "Well, thank you for your hard work."

The person being hugged in his arms was ignored, and suddenly he hummed in dissatisfaction. Qingwu took two quick steps, put him on the couch, and pulled the charcoal basin closer to keep him warm.

The boy coughed a few times, took her hand and begged her to sit down.

(End of this chapter)