Heaven's Beloved took the adoption manual of the sick apprentice

Chapter 79 Confession
After Jiang Yu washed and changed into clean clothes, she lay down on the bed, staring intently at the wooden hairpin in her hand.

Black wood hairpins are most common in ordinary people's homes, but they are not popular among girls with slightly better families.

Many years ago, Jidu was not called Jidu, but Linchuan.

In Linchuan City, most people pursue a simple fairy spirit. I don’t know where the storyteller came from to describe the white clothes and white jade hairpin as a fairy tale.

At that time, few people would wear black wooden hairpins, and Jiang Yu was one of the few who liked them.

She likes black clothes with black wooden hairpins, red clothes and red headband, high-profile and public, which is different from the people at that time, but she is very strong, no one can touch her.

This probably corresponds to the sentence, "I just like the way you don't like me, but you can't kill me."

Jiang Ningnan was one of the people who couldn't kill her. In Jiang Yu's heart, Jiang Ningnan used to be like a daffodil, enjoying herself alone and wearing white clothes.

Jiang Yu was a little confused as he played with the black wood hairpin in his hand.

Before she could think clearly, there was a knock on the door, "Master, have you rested?"

Song Heqing's voice came in, and Jiang Yu hesitated for a while, "What's the matter? Come in and talk."

Jiang Yu straightened his clothes and walked around the screen to the table.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Yu looked at the slightly wet clothes on Song Heqing's body, "Why are they still wet? Didn't you go back and change clothes?"

Song Heqing said quickly, "It's almost done. I don't think it's necessary to change it."

"Nonsense, it doesn't mean that you won't get sick if you have aura around you." Jiang Yu scolded.

Song Heqing walked to Jiang Yu, pulled her sleeves, and asked her to sit on her seat, "It's really okay. I'm in good health."

Jiang Yu looked at him patting his chest and promising himself, and felt a little funny, "Okay, if you are sick, no one will care about you."

Song Heqing scratched his head and smiled, very well-behaved.

"What's the matter with me?"

Song Heqing glanced outside the door, "Ning Bei and Wen Yuanzhi did not stay, they have already left."

Jiang Yu nodded. This was what she expected. Ning Bei probably didn't believe that Jiang Ningnan was really dead. He hurried back, firstly to confirm whether Jiang Ningnan was up, and secondly to stabilize the Qingcheng Sect in time.

But Song Heqing's coming here now should not be just for this matter.

"Anything else?"

Song Heqing hesitated to speak and kept fiddling with his cuffs, looking a bit reserved.

Jiang Yu took out another white handkerchief and threw it to him, and Song Heqing took it with some confusion.

"Wipe your face first."

"Oh, okay." Song Heqing wiped his face randomly in confusion.

Jiang Yu sighed, stood up, walked up to him, took the handkerchief from his hand, reached out and lightly wiped his forehead twice.

The slight coolness, the fingertips and the soft silk handkerchief passed across his forehead. Song Heqing shrank unconsciously, and Jiang Yu grabbed his lapel, "What are you hiding from?"

Song Heqing lowered his head and stared at the light touch between Jiang Yuqing's outer shirt and his moon-white hem, "It's a little itchy."

Jiang Yu was stunned for a moment, then said, "Didn't you even look in the mirror when you came back?"

"No." Song Heqing was a little confused. What was he doing when he looked in the mirror?
"I don't know when there was mud on my forehead. Okay, I've wiped it clean." Jiang Yu threw the white handkerchief in his hand to Song Heqing, "Take it out and throw it away later."

Song Heqing nodded, picked up the white handkerchief, folded it a few times, folded the stained areas inside, and put it into his sleeves.

"Did what happened today scare you?" Jiang Yu suddenly asked.

Song Heqing was stunned, but after a moment he realized that Jiang Yu was telling him about seeing her murder someone today. The master probably thought that he was out of his mind because of this incident.

Is he so timid in Master's mind?Song Heqing thought a little helplessly.

"Master once said that you have lived for many years and lost many old friends. But what you said to the elder of Xiaogufeng today seems like an old acquaintance..."

The confusion on Song Heqing's face was too obvious. Jiang Yu knew that if he didn't let him think clearly, he would probably get into trouble again. "It is indeed an old acquaintance. It stands to reason that with her current cultivation level, it is impossible for her to survive until now."

"Master, don't you think it's strange?"

Jiang Yu raised his eyes and looked at Song Heqing, "It's indeed strange, but what do you want to say?"

Mysteriously, Jiang Yu dragged Song Heqing in front of him, "Look into my eyes and say, what exactly are you going to say?"

"Since Elder Ning, the little solitary peak, can't live that long, does that mean that she might have been reincarnated or taken away from her body..." Song Heqing blinked, his eyes full of doubts.

Jiang Yu let go of his clothes, straightened his wrinkled collar, and said in a deep voice: "It's not impossible. Although everything has its own rules, there are still things that can transcend ordinary cognition."

Song Heqing nodded.

"So what exactly do you want to ask?" Jiang Yu knocked on the young apprentice's forehead, waking up the dazed person in front of him without blinking.

Song Heqing pursed her lips, her breathing was a little short, and she was very nervous, "Master, I have something to show you."

What is it, so nervous? Jiang Yu’s doubts didn’t show.

"What is it? Take it out and let me take a look."

Song Heqing put his right hand into his left sleeve, slowly took out something, and quickly carried it behind his back, fearing that Jiang Yu would see the same thing.

"Take it out." Jiang Yu said with a straight face. Her patience was almost exhausted. "Why don't you go out first and give it to me when you think about it."

Jiang Yu didn't insist on seeing what Song Heqing was hiding in his hand. It wouldn't be too late to wait until he was willing to take it out.

Seeing that Jiang Yu was angry, Song Heqing thought secretly, so she quickly took out the things in her hand, "Master, look."

Jiang Yu turned her head, and the thing in Song Heqing's hand suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

At first glance, it looks nothing special, just an exquisite puppet figure.

Jiang Yu picked up the wood carving from Song Heqing's hand, looked at the wood carving who looked exactly the same as himself, and said with a smile: "It must have taken a lot of time to carve such a resemblance."

Song Heqing met Jiang Yu's praising eyes and lowered his head shyly. Then he suddenly thought that this was not the point. What he wanted was not praise.

Jiang Yu was very interested in this wood carving. She thought that the last time she took little Ayu to her apprentice's room, this was probably what the apprentice secretly hid under the pillow.

It's been a long time indeed.

But as she looked at it, she felt something was wrong. Apart from the similar appearance, there was nothing else similar between this wooden sculpture and her current self.

Looking at the frivolous appearance of the wooden sculpture in fresh clothes, Jiang Yu looked at the wooden sculpture several times, looking at the corners of her smiling lips, her scornful eyes and her thin red lips. High bouncing headband...

Jiang Yu's expression became more and more solemn. Song Heqing clenched his fists, his nervous heartbeat beating rapidly, "Master..."

Jiang Yu looked up at Song Heqing, "How could you think of me like this?"

Completely different from her now.

"Master...this is what I want to confess to you." Song Heqing spread his skirt and suddenly knelt in front of Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu stretched out his hand, but did not come to support him. He only heard the heavy sound of his knees hitting the ground.

(End of this chapter)