He can't forget that when he was younger, two people ate the same bowl of rice and laughed and played together.
Xi Yue led Wei Zixi to a valley soon.
Although there is no spiritual power here, the air is fresh and there are many useful herbs growing beside the mountain streams.
Who is Xi Yue? He is more familiar with herbs than food. In only half an hour, he picked a basket full of herbs.
Wei Zixi follows Xi Yue, peeping at him curiously from time to time, his eyes full of curiosity.
Xi Yue didn't care about his little actions either. After smashing the herbs by the stream, he waved to him: "come here."
Wei Zixi was stunned, hesitated for a moment, and walked slowly to Xi Yue.
Xi Yue grabbed his arm and took him to his side.
The little boy's body is very thin and skinny. The skin on his face is waxy yellow because of perennial malnutrition, which covers up the delicate and beautiful facial features.
In particular, there are countless scars on his body, crisscross, purple, red, and pus.
Xi Yue lifted his sleeve, took the stream to clean his wound, and carefully applied the herbal medicine.
Of course, it is extremely painful for the wound to be washed by cold water. Wei Zixi's small body is shivering and his face is full of panic.
He thought it was his sister who tortured him in a different way, and his body was desperately shrinking back.
Xi Yue patted his small head and said, "don't move. It will be fine in a moment."
After this sentence, Wei Zixi suddenly found that the original itchy burn wound on his arm, actually felt a cool, although still some pain, but very comfortable.
Wei Zixi stares at Xi Yue in surprise and looks at Xi Yue in disbelief.
Xi Yue ignored him, but took off his clothes and dealt with all those terrible wounds.
Wei Zixi's face was red, and Xi Yue played with him all the way. His eyes were always dim, but now they were shining brightly.
The wounds on his body hurt every day, as if he were in hell.
But today, after being washed and applied by Wei Zihan, he felt more comfortable than ever.
Wei Zixi finally could not help but gently called out: "sister."
Xi Yue ignored him and continued to deal with the wound and herbs.
Wei Zixi couldn't help shouting again, "elder sister."
The little boy's thin, waxy face is a little more red, and his eyes are very lovely.
Moreover, Xi Yue found out that the little guy's eyes are very beautiful peach blossom eyes. If he grows up, he must be a beautiful man who turns all living beings upside down.
And this little guy is really easy to be satisfied. He's just happy to be treated casually.
However, he can't control Wei Zihan's body anytime and anywhere. If he suddenly turns back to bullying him, from hope to disappointment, he will be more sad, right?
Thinking of this, Xi Yue suddenly said, "I'm not your sister."
Wei Zixi was stunned and then asked, "you are my sister!"
Xi Yue picked up the clothes beside him and put them on awkwardly - she was not very good at controlling the little girl's body.
This just soft voice way: "you can also regard me as elder sister, but I am not Wei Zihan."
Wei Zixi was even more puzzled. He tilted his head and was at a loss.
Xi Yue pondered for a moment, then said with a smile: "my name is Xi Yue, you can call me sister Xi Yue."
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