The Little Heavenly Master of Xuanxue Was Spoiled By Five Elder Brothers

Ling Shen didn't know if the little girl saw him, but he still couldn't help but hide in a corner.

Fortunately, the little girl didn't look at it for long, she looked away and asked Ning Zhiyao.

Sister, are you alone in your family?

After Ning Zhiyao helped her disinfect the wound on her leg, she straightened up a little and continued to help her with the wound on her arm.

This is not my house. Ning Zhiyao said, I'm just the nurse of this house.

Nurse? The little girl looked around, wondering, Are there any patients here?

Ning Zhiyao paused his hand, then smiled and raised his eyes to look at the little girl: It's not a patient, it's just the person I want to take care of, he's a little quiet.

The little girl may think of the window with heavy curtains drawn no matter day or night, and then think of the depressing and silent atmosphere of this house, and she can probably guess what the other person in the house is like.

She just climbed to the second floor with great difficulty, but found a small gecko on the leaves of the ivy. She was so frightened that she fell down from the second floor.

After Ning Zhiyao helped the little girl treat the wound, he even put on a Band-Aid. When Sheng Xialiang left, Ning Zhiyao also told her not to flood the wound, and the little girl nodded obediently.

She walked out of the yard with the green tennis ball, stood at the gate of the yard and looked back, the windows on the third floor were still closed.

The little girl curled her lips: It's really like a witch in a fairy tale.

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The old house where Ling Shen lives is in the old city, with old streets and towering banyan trees on the side of the street. When the weather is good, when the weather is good, the sun will shine through the leaves, forming light green light waves.

The sky is very quiet, but the ground is very noisy. A peddler selling popsicles in a tricycle is shaking the rattle cheerfully, and a group of children are running behind with small change.

Young people go to prosperous places to develop, and under the shade of the trees, there are old people holding cattail fans and wearing undershirts to enjoy the shade.

It has been almost a year since Ling Shen moved here, but in this place, Ling Shen only had contact with the outside world on the day he moved in.

That's right, Ling Shen hasn't gone out since the day he moved in.

He shut himself up in this house, in that dark room.

Only the darkness and deathly silence could give him a sense of security.

Because it is an old city, the people who live here are very 'old'. The old does not refer to old age, but refers to those who lived here since they were born.

for those people,

They are too familiar with everything in this street, they are familiar with every vendor, every plant, every face here.

Except for that villa, that villa had been empty before, and someone moved in only a year later. People of the younger generation heard gossip from the old people here that the villa belonged to a certain rich family old house.

Although someone moved in, the villa was still as quiet as if no one lived in it. Afterwards, the caregivers who occasionally went out to buy goods, and the lights coming out of the windows at night proved that there were people inside.

Some adolescent children paid attention to it for a long time, they were like the kings of a country, and that villa was a territory they had not yet occupied.

Sometimes Ling Shen would sit by the window, open the blackout curtain a little bit, and then look at the outside world through that slit.

The outside world is very lively, but he feels that he does not belong to this world.

Yes, he does not belong to this world. He should have died as early as the day he witnessed the tragic death of his parents.

During the year after moving in, when Ling Shen couldn't sleep, he would lie on the window and peek at the outside world, like a person who is not tolerated by the world, greedily peeking at the beauty of this world.

Until recently, he had only been able to see the little girl.

On the side of the road opposite the old house, someone was pushing a small cart selling watermelons. The little girl appeared bouncing around with her skirt in her hand, standing next to the watermelon stall. He took a piece of watermelon from his car and gave it to her.

Seeing this scene, Ling Shen's eyes moved slightly.

He also has a little craving for watermelon.

He stayed in the room and did not go out. Although Ning Zhiyao had been providing him with good meals, the children were always craving some unnutritious things.

He hasn't eaten watermelon for a long time.

Ling Shen was watching when he saw Ning Zhiyao coming back from the outside. She took a taxi and the car was parked on the side of the road. After she got out of the car, she was carrying big bags and small bags in her hand, worrying about how to move in.

The little girl across the road saw it, said something to the owner of the watermelon stall, and then jumped over.

Sister Zhiyao, let me help you. When she said this, she had already taken the things from Ning Zhiyao.

When Ning Zhiyao saw it was her, a smile appeared on his tired face immediately: It's you, is the scratch on your arm healed?

The little girl raised her arm and took a look. She didn't notice if it was okay. After that day, she tore off the band-aid that Ning Zhiyao had put on, exposing the wound to scabs. When Ning Zhiyao asked, she looked down. Looking at his arm, seeing that the wound was healed, he said, It's much better.

The little girl helped Ning Zhiyao move the things back to the villa. Ling Shen saw it, closed the curtains again, and walked out of his room like last time, to the corner of the second floor, peeping at the little girl.

The little girl helped Ning Zhiyao, and Ning Zhiyao left the little girl to make desserts with her.

The little girl is well-behaved and thin, and she often looks at everyone with a pure and innocent expression. Ning Zhiyao was captured immediately, and within a short while, she treated the little girl as a younger sister. The matter of climbing over the wall and climbing the stairs is also forgotten.

Ning Zhiyao is going to make baked brussels sprouts. She mixes whipped cream, sugar, condensed milk, and milk together, heats until the sugar melts, and then adds two egg yolks...

Ling Shen, who was hiding at the corner of the second floor, smelled a sweet smell in the air.

This kind of exquisite dim sum is delivered to Ling Shen's room every day, but Ling Shen doesn't even know how to eat it.

He has lost his desire for food, and because of the hunger strike, he sometimes needs glucose injections to survive.

Ling Shen originally thought that he didn't want to eat, but now Ling Shen realized that it wasn't that he didn't want to eat, but that he didn't want to stay alone in a cold room and eat delicately presented snacks.

He really didn't want to admit it, but he did feel that there was no love and no breath of life in those snacks.

From the moment his parents passed away, Ling Shen was cut off from the love and life of this world.

Now, with the sweet smell coming from the kitchen, his appetite was finally awakened.

The little girl stood at the door of the kitchen watching Ning Zhiyao busy, leaning her little head against the door, and when Ning Zhiyao's gaze swept over, she immediately showed a sweet smile.

Ning Zhiyao made three roasted brussels sprouts, and when they were brought out, the little girl asked, Is there anyone else?

The little girl is smart, she had climbed up to the third floor to see Ling Shen before, but after the previous two times, she guessed that the people in this house did not want outsiders to know about the room on the third floor.

She knew that the baked brulee was for the boy on the third floor, but she still asked on purpose.

Ning Zhiyao subconsciously glanced at the location of the stairs on the second floor, and said with a slight smile, Yes, there is another kid.