We are not allowed to brush face here [Quick Transmigration]

Ji Fangze doesn't like Ye Cheng.

To be precise, although seven years have passed in his life, he still hasn't found anything he likes.He doesn't like Qingya Mountain, doesn't like Poyunfeng, doesn't like Mo Fan, doesn't like those who bully him, and agrees not to like those who don't bully him and ignore him.

There were occasions when someone showed kindness to him, but it never lasted.Because Ji Fangze didn't like them, and never reciprocated such kindness.

No matter how the world looks at Qingya, respect or fear, in the heart of little Ji Fangze, Qingya is a huge cage.He hates everything on Qingya Mountain, including morning bells and evening drums, every plant and tree.

So of course he doesn't like this guy who is laughing and joking. He knows at a glance that the wind is going smoothly in Qingya, and even Mo Fan wants to give him face.

But this day, Ji Fangze didn't struggle or push him away.

Probably because it was too cold.

Anyway, the young man managed to look like a mother-in-law's old hen, kneading him into a ball, stuffing his head in his arms: "Children need to get enough sleep to grow taller, since they don't drink soup, they sleep Bar."

The young man's body is not very strong, just slender, but it is as hot as a furnace, completely enveloping him, as if he can resist all the cold and cold outside this thin quilt.

Ji Fangze fell asleep.

He thought he would have no dreams until dawn, but he woke up from the cold in the middle of the night.

He sat up, looked at himself who was uncovered beside the bed, and glanced expressionlessly at the young man who was wrapped in a quilt and sleeping in the dark.The boy was still hugging something tightly, but it had been replaced by Ji Fangze's pillow.

The seven-year-old thought blankly: Sure enough, it makes sense to hate this person, at least he could still have a thin quilt.

Then he pulled out the pillow from Ye Cheng's arms, threw it on the ground, and lay down on the side of the bed again.

The boy still closed his eyes tightly and was not awakened, but because his arms were empty, he subconsciously groped for a while, then hugged the closest soft mass into his arms, and moaned contentedly With a sound.

Ji Fangze closed his eyes again, this time he really woke up until dawn.

……

In the early morning, Ji Fangze was walking on the mountain road, carrying a bucket of water.He is too young to carry a load.

If someone has observed carefully, he will find that his pace is much faster today than in the past, because he is accompanied by a very noisy guy.

Of course, although Ye Cheng is a little more familiar, he won't become a nagging ghost at a young age, but Ji Fangze just thinks he is noisy.Meeting his smiling eyes, even if he didn't speak, Ji Fangze felt upset.

How did this man have such noisy eyes?

The young man with a pair of noisy eyes seemed completely unaware of Ji Fangze's indifference and hostility. He followed Ji Fangze with two wooden barrels from unknown sources, whistling to himself, and talking to those on the tree. The birds who got up early and hung their voices sang together.

At the beginning, Ji Fangze thought that the two buckets of water were for him.Unexpectedly, the man walked to the top of the mountain and poured water directly under a tree.

Ye Cheng turned around, met Fangze's gaze last time, and blinked: "Children can be lazy occasionally, but most of the time, they still have to do homework by themselves. It's useless even if you act like a baby."

Ji Fangze turned around, he still needed to fetch four more buckets of water.The young man took off the saber at his waist, and like a stick of fire, he strung together two empty wooden barrels, tilted them up and carried them on his shoulders.The two wooden barrels clinked non-stop, Ji Fangze couldn't help being a little annoyed: "Are you really Qingya's disciple?"

"If it's a fake replacement."

That's the problem.How could there be such a person in Qingya!When did a rogue appear among a group of hypocrites?

Carrying a bucket of water again, when he reached the top of the mountain, Ji Fangze finally said in a muffled voice, "What kind of homework is this?"

Ever since we met, Ye Cheng has always been relaxed, but at this moment, his eyes are very serious: "Why do you think the third uncle asked you to do this?"

Ji Fangze didn't hesitate, his small face was full of indifference: "Because he doesn't like me."

Ye Cheng touched Ji Fangze's head with his free hand: "Yes, he doesn't like you. But he won't deliberately bully you just because he doesn't like you. There is only one reason why he wants you to do this, because This is your homework. Practicing swords is cultivation, and so is carrying water."

Ji Fangze laughed, with a strong sense of sarcasm in it: "But the practice of carrying water, I am the only one who needs to do it in Poyunfeng."

Ye Cheng tapped his head: "Aren't I with you?"

Ji Fangze avoided his hand and didn't speak again.

Ye Cheng didn't mind his attitude either. When the tank of water was filled, he stood by the tank under the tree and bid farewell to Ji Fangze: "I will come to pick you up after school."

In this way, Ji Fangze has a neighbor. They get up together every day, carry water together, and eat together on the small table in the thatched cottage.Ye Cheng hung a string of wind chime-like ornaments by the window. Ji Fangze didn't know what it was, but from that day on, they could lie on the bed wrapped in quilts, and through that small window, they could see the whole world. The vast sky of stars.

At that time, Ye Cheng would talk more and tell him many interesting stories and rumors.Ji Fangze listened quietly, because he could feel that Ye Cheng wanted to teach him.

Things that others are unwilling to teach him.

And he wants to learn, because he wants to become stronger, and he wants to leave Poyun Peak and Qingya Mountain.

For this, it is worthwhile to endure Ye Cheng's noise.

Xinghui sprinkled on the side of the bed, the child closed his eyes, and thought mockingly: No matter how you look at it, Ye Cheng's appearance is a steady profit for him, and every day he can make money is a day.Who knew that his whim could last for a few days?

This support is three months.

Three months, a full season, although Qingya Mountain does not have four seasons, but the time will not be discounted by half an hour.

On this day, Ji Fangze came out of the quiet room, but he didn't see the usual figure standing outside the door waiting for him, but a paper crane slowly landed in his palm.

The paper crane has black bean eyes painted on it, and even has a small cherry mouth, which is very funny, it doesn't look like a serious paper crane at all, and you can tell who it is from at a glance.

Ji Fangze took apart the paper crane, and there was a line written on it.

[I have something to do these few days, so I can't go back to live.I asked the steward for a few more quilts, and I remembered to cover them all. 】

Ji Fangze stood there watching for a long time, before attracting other people's strange gazes, he expressionlessly messed up the ball of paper and threw it into the pool.

……

Ye Cheng is the elder brother of Qingya Mountain.

A cultivator has a long lifespan, and it is not uncommon for disciples of the same generation to be older than him, but he is the master.Because his master is the head of Qingya, and because he is strong enough.

This means that he also has a lot of responsibility.

Ye Cheng suddenly received an order from his master to temporarily send him out to do some errands.Time was running short, and he couldn't wait for Ji Fangze to leave school, so Ye Cheng left him a paper crane.

He thought it would take three to five days at most, but unexpectedly there was an accident on the way, and it was delayed for a whole ten days.On the way back to the mountain, Ye Cheng rarely showed a bit of entanglement and distress.

What the master told him to do was done satisfactorily, but he coaxed him for three months before putting away his paws, the little thing who was willing to show his belly occasionally by his side, wouldn't he be angry?

Facts have proved that Ye Cheng's worries are not superfluous.

Because from a long distance, he saw a lot of things missing at the door of the thatched hut he built, including quilts, bowls and chopsticks, and the string of wind chimes that he hung on the window.Looking at the dust and fallen leaves on it, it is very likely that Ji Fangze threw these things here as soon as he left.

Ye Cheng lay under the tree, basking in the sun through the mottled leaves: "Ah, this is a bit difficult."

In the evening, watching Ji Fangze pass her by with a blank face, and then slam the door hard, the thatched cottage almost fell apart.Ye Cheng went to look through the window at night as he did at the beginning, only to find that it was locked inside.

He has been bothering about this for the past two days.

The friend was full of impatience: "What are you worrying about, you are not his father."

In his opinion, this matter can only be accurately described in eight words - "little bastard, I don't know what to do."

Ye Cheng blocked the direct sunlight from his eyes with his hands: "Although I am not his father, he is a child."

"What happened to the kid?"

Ye Cheng said solemnly: "Children have privileges. Their natures are not bad. What's wrong with losing your temper?"

Children should behave like children, enjoy being pampered and accompanied, even if they have to be taught harshly, there is really no need to adopt such methods.The old method of the third uncle is aimed at older people.For a seven-year-old child, this is a place where he can calm down and not drive people crazy.

"To be honest, Ah Cheng, the position of senior brother is not suitable for you, you are more suitable to be an old lady."

The author has something to say: Yes, Brother Ye is such a man with too much heart for a holy father... He defines himself as Ji Fangze's guardian.

good night!