My attacks don't follow the script/Is the car running today? (NP)

Chapter 29

On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Zhongshu Province had a holiday. Red lanterns are hung in front of every square in the capital, full of strong New Year flavor. I also gave the servants in the house a holiday and let them go back to celebrate the New Year. Chen Jue and I were the only ones left at home, which seemed very deserted. But the festival still had to go through. I went to the kitchen to cook Laba porridge myself and called Chen Jue to eat with me.

　　"Sir, your cooking skills are so good, and this porridge is so sweet." He swallowed the Laba porridge in small mouths and praised it full of praise.

　　I also tasted a bowl of porridge, and it had an ordinary taste. It's not that the porridge is sweet, it's that his mouth is sweet.

　　At this time, there was a knock on the door. I put down the bowl and went to open the door. Standing outside the door was the old housekeeper of Xu House.

　　"Second Young Master, today is the Laba Festival. You and your wife should come to my old house. It will be more lively if we all celebrate the New Year together." He advised me.

　　"Uncle Xu, Chen Ying and I are fine in our new house, so we won't let it go. I wish you a happy new year and good health." I rejected him. Xu Shen doesn't want to see me, why should I go over and cause trouble for him?

　　"The eldest young master misses you too." The butler continued to persuade me.

　　"Really?" I chuckled, "Then why don't you see him coming in person? You'd better go back!" After that, I closed the door. I leaned against the door and looked up at the sky. There is no sun today and it is very gloomy. How could Xu Shen let others see what he was thinking about me? This must be a lie concocted by the butler to coax me.

　　There was another knock on the door. Could it be that the housekeeper still refused to give up? I opened the door and said impatiently: "You'd better go back early!"

　　"Master Xu, your letter." It was not the housekeeper in front of the door, but the postman of the post station. He held up a letter in his hand.

　　"Thank you." I took the letter, took out a piece of broken silver from my arms and handed it to him: "It's freezing cold, please buy some wine to warm yourself up."

　　I opened the letter and saw that it was a letter from Qingzhou. The letter didn't contain many words. It just said that the head of the Chen family had fallen ill recently and had not survived the winter. He would be buried on the first day of the lunar month. I immediately went to the back room and handed the letter to Chen Jue.

　　Chen Jue read the letter carefully and just stood aside in a daze without speaking. He always loves to cry, but this time there are no red circles under his eyes.

　　"Xiaoyu?" I called him softly.

　　"Sir." He put down the letter and turned to look at me, with an ugly smile on his lips: "I have been neglected and treated harshly by him since I was a child. He never looked at me. Logically speaking, I should be happy..."

　　"Don't Smiled." I pulled him and held him in my arms, "Cry, you are not crying for him, you are crying for yourself."

　　He remained silent and just hid his face in my arms. After a while, my front was wet with his tears. I gently stroked his back, silently comforting him. After he finished venting, I filled a basin of hot water and wiped his face.

　　"Xiaoyu, let's pack up tonight and return to Qingzhou tomorrow." I said softly.

　　"Sir, the Chinese New Year is almost here, why don't we go out?" He retorted to me in a low voice.

　　"Good boy, after you go back this time, you will have nothing to do with the Chen family." I couldn't help pinching his face.

　　"It's all up to you, adults." His ears turned red and he lowered his head shyly. Strange, wasn't he very bold before? Why have you changed back to this shy and timid look?

　　On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, Chen Jue and I got on the carriage back to Qingzhou. Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, there are not many people on the road, everyone is busy celebrating the New Year at home. I searched several places before finding a coachman.

　　"Sir, when will we arrive in Qingzhou?" Chen Jue hugged the stove, his face as pale as vegetables.

　　I stuffed another sour plum into his mouth and said sympathetically, "Please bear with me longer." He vomited several times during the bumpy journey.

　　Suddenly, the carriage stopped suddenly, and I quickly grabbed Chen Jue. If it weren't for my quick eyesight and quick hands, he would have hit the car beam.

　　"What's going on?" I opened the car curtain and looked around. Several burly men surrounded our carriage, and the driver was pinned to the ground.

　　"Xiaoyu, don't come out." I turned around and told him, and got out of the carriage.

　　"My dear fellows, my father died of illness. I rushed to help support the coffin. Please do me a favor." I took out the silver from my pocket and handed it to the leader, Scarface.

　　Scarface took the money, but still refused to let us go. He waved his hand, and others stepped forward to search the carriage, and Chen Jue was dragged out by them. I pushed away the person in front of me and stepped forward to protect Chen Jue.

　　"Hey! There is also a beautiful little lady." Scarface whistled and stared at Chen Jue maliciously.

　　"Don't touch him!" I snapped.

　　Scarface sneered and said mockingly: "Can you, a white-faced scholar, satisfy this little beauty?" After speaking, he kicked her over. I couldn't dodge, so I was kicked by him and fell to the ground. He was a tall man, and his kick was not light. My internal organs ached. I wanted to get up, but it was in so much pain that I couldn't move at all.

　　Scarface hugged Chen Jue and put his hand into his lapel with a grin.

　　"Xiaoyu!" I called him urgently, but there was nothing I could do to stop Scarface.

　　Unexpectedly, Scarface fell to the ground before he even touched Chen Jue. I took a closer look and saw that Scarface had been stabbed in the stomach with a dagger. Several others quickly went to see their boss. Chen Jue ran over, helped me up and ran forward.

　　The gangsters also reacted. Some of them stayed to look after Scarface, while others came to chase us. Chen Jue changed his weak look, and there was wind on his feet. I was almost dragged away by him.

　　So, was his pitiful appearance before all an illusion? I wanted to question him, but I opened my mouth and said nothing. Right now, it's more important to escape.

　　"Xiaoyu, you go first!" My lower abdomen was aching from being kicked by Scarface, my steps were getting heavier and heavier, and I really couldn't run anymore.

　　"Sir, I'll carry you!" Chen Jue lowered his body and motioned for me to climb on his back.

　　"No! Neither of us can escape this way." I shook my head and refused.

　　"Sir, I will definitely take you out!" Seeing that I refused to move, he bent down and picked me up, his eyes firm.

　　"Chen Jue!" I called him by his name for the first time. "Listen to me, this is not far from Beijing. You go first and find General Xue and come back to save me!"

　　"No! I will never abandon you. , I would rather die with you," Chen Jue said stubbornly.

　　"Snapped"! I slapped him, my heart trembled, but I made a cold expression on my face: "Chen Jue! Are you obedient?"

　　"Sir!" Tears rolled down from his eyes, but he still refused. Put me down.

　　I reached out and pulled out his hairpin, held it in his throat, and threatened, "Are you leaving?"

　　"Sir..." Seeing me like this, he could only put me down, with a look of pain on his face.

　　"Come on!" I pushed him.

　　"I will definitely find someone to come back and rescue you!" He looked at me deeply and ran away quickly.

　　I chuckled, held my belly, and ran in the opposite direction. Soon, those big men caught up with me.

　　"Run! You keep running!" One of the big men pointed at my nose and cursed loudly.

　　I turned around and saw an abyss behind me. It seemed that he really couldn't run away. However, it will never end well if it falls into their hands. I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and jumped down.

　　Fortunately, there is a pool under the cliff. I choked on my saliva several times and spent a lot of effort to climb out of the trap. I collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. It was late winter, and the water in the pond was freezing cold. My clothes were soaked and clung to my body.

　　At this time, it was still snowing in the mountains. I reached out to catch a snowflake and admired it quietly for a while. It stayed on my fingertips for a long time without melting.

　　My body gradually became numb and I could no longer feel the cold. I couldn't help but think of Qin Tingying's smiling peach blossom eyes, Xu Shen's restrained hug, and Xue Yiyang's warmth that night...

　　I closed my eyes and waited for the system to notify me that I was out of the mission...