C63 (1/2)

He took a deep breath and looked out the window. Comfortable had already closed the curtains, and now I could only see the flickering lights like lightning. To the fireworks outside, this was undoubtedly a failure. However, I was not interested in the flourishing of the fireworks. I'm just worried, my guardian, where is he now, exactly, is he all right?

There's no answer, there's no way, I think. Some methods are not in the hand, but in some obscure corner, need our efforts to find. So, in order not to worry myself, I should get up and look for it. If he couldn't make it, he would just give him a call from home.

Look, he had just gotten off the bed when he thought of such a good idea. No matter who might be listening in, the home phone call would always be fine, right? I nodded in relief and found a truth: one still had to move to get a good result.

He had heard a joke about men and women lying on their stomach waiting to have children, but there was no one there from the beginning to the end of the year. When he asked a master later, someone gave him some advice: ”It's useless to wait, you have to move.”

Err … How disgusting, why did I think of this? Pah pah …

Opening the bedroom door, he saw that the light in the living room was on and the light downstairs was also on. Could it be that someone was here? I doubt it.

Hurry back to the bedroom and pick up my knife. After exiting the bedroom, I stood quietly for a while. There seemed to be some movement downstairs.

Looking at Yin Yijie's bedroom, the door was ajar. There was a light inside, but it was not bright. It seemed like the bedside lamp was on. There was no sound of movement, no woman's voice, no sound at all …

Then, what about comfort? My first thought was that there was someone else in the family. Maybe this isn't my home. It doesn't have the obvious sense of security I had when I was at home. But the comfort was there, what was he doing?

If Yin Yijie didn't come back, what would he do? Could it be that he was also quietly sitting in the bedroom, waiting?

Maybe I should ask him. He must know. He didn't lie to me very often, and he looked very worried. Something must have happened.

”Dang …”

At some unknown corner, there came an unpleasant sound. It was unknown if it was due to a knock on the heart, or if something fell to the ground …

I was suddenly alert. If there really is someone following us, or planning to murder us, I'm afraid we won't be able to deal with them. My father is a gangster, I have a rough idea of the attacking power of those people, it would be too easy to deal with us.

I should be brave. I can, because Yin Yijie believes me.

After taking a look at the building and listening for any unusual movements, I decided to go downstairs and have a look.

”Miss Mo, you …” You haven't rested yet? ” He appeared at the foot of the stairs, holding a glass of milk in his hand.

I … Nodding, he did not need to answer this question.

The question was, why hadn't he rested?

Moreover, he didn't look too good. The milk in his hand was obviously not for me either.

I have a very good intuition, and I have good observation, though rarely used or lacking in exercise; but if something very important comes up, and I concentrate, I can still use it.

Comfortable though it seems to be quiet, talking to me as usual, carrying milk, seems to be ready to go upstairs.

However, the muscles on his face were taut and his eyes were twinkling. Even though he had gone upstairs, his toes were pointing outwards, just like after a sharp turn.

Besides, when he was talking to me, his eyes were looking elsewhere …

Maybe he does, too, because I rarely pay that much attention to anyone.

But today is different. Today, I'm very worried about what is going on with Yin Yijie. I want to know what is going on with him, so no matter what happens today, I will always pay special attention to him.

Because his milk was too obvious. We were the only ones in the house, and if he thought I was asleep, what was he doing with the milk?

If he drank it himself, what would he do with it?

There was no one in Yin Yijie's bedroom, and no one else upstairs …

After a simple judgement, I slowly lifted my leg and prepared to go downstairs to take a look.

”Miss Mo, it's already so late, you should get some rest …”

He continued to climb the stairs.

But his tone of voice was a little tough.

Life was broadcast live every second of the day.

Since it was a live broadcast, no matter how outstanding the host was, it was possible for him to mispronounce the lines and say the wrong things.

Unlike actors, we don't have a chance to repeat NG.

Perhaps he hadn't even noticed it himself, but this action of his had betrayed him even more.

I won't back down, he insisted.

I have my principles. There are many things that I cannot ask of you, and many things that cannot be given up.

I never meddle in other people's business, but today's matter, I do not feel meddlesome, so I am determined to meddle in it!

”What about him?” I didn't want to beat around the bush.

I've always felt like an adult, not legally defined, but psychologically defined.

But when I asked, I realized that I was still a child, and the attachment and coquetry were obvious.

Take a deep breath, me, and accept.

But I can be attached to it, and things have to be resolved, because I'm not just a child.

Comfortable attitude is the same as mine, or similar.

I kept going, and he was still going, the smell of gunpowder on the spiral staircase.

”Young Master Yin still has some matters to attend to, I'll be back in a while.” Missy, you … Let's rest first. ” Comfortable also seems to agree that I am not a fool. Thus, his explanation is a bit difficult.

His tone was as calm as ever, but there was something in his eyes, something …

A very dangerous aura.

He was the type of person who would not get angry for hundreds of years. If he were to open his eyes wide, it would give him a terrifying feeling.

Even his face was tense and his teeth were clenched. It was as if the danger had come from me and nothing else.

It's also possible that I suddenly became so disobedient that I made things difficult for him. Maybe he should be angry.

However, I just wanted to go downstairs and take a look. I haven't done anything yet, so why is he adjudicating and not allowing me to go down?

Even if I wanted to go out and look at fireworks, it was the new year and he couldn't do this to me.

But it was pointless, because we all knew what the problem was.

Because that's the core question, the one I want to know and he doesn't want me to know.

In that case, it was inevitable that a conflict would break out between the two parties.

But what I didn't expect was, why did comfort become so dangerous?

Is there anything worse than I thought?

Or, say, uh... In the movies, comfort is the enemy's undercover agent?

So he didn't want me to know at this time?

Although this was a peaceful era for a harmonious society, there would still be dangers from time to time. Occasionally, there would still be discordant voices. This

I've seen too much, including the time when Yin Yijie was injured by old man Fan.

If that was the case, Yin Yijie was in danger. It was just that he did not know when he would be threatened.

I didn't want to think about it, but I still subconsciously hoped he was okay. However, it was clear that he was not going to be fine now.

With a comfortable manner, the answer was already obvious.

Then, what exactly did he suffer?

What should I do?

The sound of comfortable footsteps was still as light as ever. They made a slight muffled sound as they approached me.

There was a slight dullness in my heart. Maybe I shouldn't insist now.

If, in the event that I am truly a spy, does this mean that he will be on high alert and thus be prepared to weaken my fighting prowess?

[Would I be able to meet Yin Yijie even if I insist on doing it?]

Am I ever comfortable?

I don't think he would be a match for her.

At least I couldn't stab him without any evidence, and I couldn't be sure if he had a helper who would jump out and subdue me after I stabbed him, so I had to sacrifice myself and make things worse.

So it's not wise to be stubborn now.

Secretly shaking my head, I exhaled deeply. I had some doubts that I would still be able to calm my mind down and clear my mind at a time like this.

But I must. There must be something wrong with Yin Yijie, so I have to protect myself first before I think of something.

To protect myself, I seem to have no choice but to obey.

Then, I will obey, stop, and express my attitude.

”How is he? ”I'm worried …”

My voice trembles. I'm really worried. I wanted to be comfortable. I knew that, so there was no need to make up other reasons.

Comfortable eyelids jumped a bit, and his feet slowed down by half a beat. A trace of indiscernible sigh swept past, but he quickly regained his calm.

He continued to head upstairs, but his tone relaxed as he said, ”A friend is looking for him for the new year. It'll be a bit late.”

Maybe seeing that I didn't move, he explained after a while,

”In the past, Young Master Yin was always busy with his friends during New Year's. This year … ”The situation is rather vulgar, I didn't expect it to turn out like this …”

I stood there quietly, watching the comfortable steps approach one at a time. Then, I came up to me.

I had already removed my stubbornness, leaving behind worry and dependence. I helplessly looked at the comfort, hoping that Yin Yijie would be safe.

”Young Master Yin told me to let you rest first. In the afternoon …” Comfortable words did not finish, listening to me in front of, quietly looking at me.

There was an indescribable worry in his eyes.

His eyes were red, as if he had been troubled for a long time, and even a little tired.

The deep worry seemed to be for me.

After being stared at by me for so long, he actually lowered his eyelids and didn't dare to look straight at me.

I think I understand, so I know what to do. Taking the milk from him, I stood on the stairs and finished it.

Then he shook his head and said, ”He's been tired all night, so he should come back and rest first. Let's talk about what happened in the afternoon.”

I'm going upstairs to my bedroom.

There must be something downstairs. I must find a way down, but not now.

Stopping at the door of the bedroom, I looked at the slightly hunched figure comfortably descending the stairs and said, ”When he comes back, let me know.” I … I have to pay my New Year respects to him. ”

I don't think I've ever told a lie that easily.

He sighed in his heart, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.

Comfortable nodded and continued down the stairs …

I went back to my bedroom, quietly set the alarm for my cell phone and put it under the covers.

Then he took out some more tea leaves and put them in his mouth, swallowing them all.

Although I've heard that people who have something on their mind don't sleep well.

But I drank the milk, and for the first time, I was faced with something very important. I wanted to make sure I woke up.

As a matter of fact, the milk had not been as effective as it had been in the past.

I don't think they're going to give me a really strong sleeping pill, either.

Most of the time, I have a strong suspicion that this is for some spiritual reason. There may have been a little bit of it at first, but then it was mostly a psychological hint.

As long as I drink the milk at the set time, the young me will sleep more peacefully.

I learned later that I had slept here on my first night, and that I had slept almost all night in a whisper, and had nightmares.

Maybe I always have, but no one told me, I just don't know.

Lying in bed, with the lights out the window, he felt like he was watching a suspense film in a movie theater. The sound of fireworks, light or heavy, is the arrival of people in the distance or near to celebrate the new spring.

He silently calculated if there was a new spring for him.

In a daze, someone pushed open the door and came to my bedside to take a look.

It wasn't the footsteps of Yin Yijie, I could tell even if he was drowsy.

No matter how light Yin Yijie's footsteps were, there was a special kind of power within them, as if the air beneath his feet was trembling and submitting.

And this footstep, it was so light that it didn't seem to exist. It had a very comfortable and consistent style to it.

Heh … After being alone for so long, I didn't have much time to interact with others. Thus, I changed my habits and started to ponder the sounds of people's footsteps, voices, minute movements, and subconscious expressions.

So even if I close my eyes, I'm sure it's comfortable.