The splendid years of a talented lady

Chapter 398 Adding fuel to the fire (1)
It turns out...he actually hates me so much...

Not a single bit of the expression on the boy's face escaped An Yi's staring eyes at him.

And the boy's fleeting self-loathing changed in An Yi's eyes.

Slowly letting go, An Yi stretched out the three bank notes tightly held in his left hand and waved them in front of the boy's eyes: "Take it, I will redeem you!"

The boy's eyes lit up, then dimmed again.

He turned his head away, sniffed, and shook his head again.

"No? Huh?" An Yi turned the boy's face to face him. With a sad smile on his face, he asked the boy in a low voice: "Why not? The master gave it to you, why don't you want it?"

"You don't want the Lord to redeem you?"

"Or because of something else?"

An Yi's eyes stared at the boy like a wolf, but the boy still bowed his head and kept silent. He was pale and bit his lip hard, and his pale lips were trembling slightly at this moment. with...

"Speak up!" An Yi yelled loudly, and threw the banknote in his hand to the boy's face, he raised his hand...

The boy raised his head...staring at his raised left hand, he remained motionless.

Only then did An Yi realize that Shou Cheng's eyes were actually full of tears!

"Speak up, you have to tell me if you have something to say! Are you trying to kill me like this!"

"Don't cry...don't cry...my lord, I won't beat you..."

"Master, just ask if you have anything to say, I'll tell you everything!" The servant took a step back, avoiding the arm that was wiping his tears, and lowered his head again, with both hands tightly attached to his legs, Even the back is a little bent...

This is the posture that the servants of the Anfu must maintain when they see their masters, and they have been trained since childhood.

After staying in Anfu for a long time, the master will feel pleasing to them when they see this, and these servants with low brows and pleasing eyes will only feel comfortable in this way...

It turns out that after being a slave for a long time, humbleness will become a habit.

How long has An Yi not seen Shoucheng like this?It seems that since they came to Shanxia Village, Shoucheng has grown up rapidly, and he has become more and more lively, occasionally being mischievous, which is exactly what a young man like him should look like...

Why did he frighten him back to his original state just by raising his hand?
An Yi didn't want to see such a Shoucheng, and he didn't like the way the two of them talked.

He raised his head and closed his eyes, and after calming himself for a moment, he turned to the boy standing across from him again.

Shoucheng has grown up a lot, but his figure is still pitifully thin.

An Yi also silently compared him with Gao Yue, and Shou Cheng, who was a few years older than Gao Yue, was too thin, which was the most direct evidence that An Fu mistreated him!
An Yi was shocked in vain!
Why am I angry?Why should I raise my hand at him?I don't really want to hit him...

The Anjia people have always been sorry for Shoucheng, so why did he ever treat himself with resentment?

Let's just say the 30 taels of silver, isn't it because of yourself that it was attracted?

"Alas!" Thinking of this, the anger in his heart turned into guilt, An Yi sighed lightly, and took a step forward.

The boy immediately took two steps back.

An Yi stopped, panicked in his heart, and asked in a low voice: "Are you angry with Master?"

"What do you want to ask me?" The servant repeated this sentence stubbornly.

"Master wanted to redeem you, but was scolded by Min Lansheng's daughter-in-law. Isn't that angry." An Yi said cautiously.

Shaking his head, the servant said softly, "No need, Mrs. Min didn't buy me at all. I didn't tell you the truth."

The servant lowered his head and spoke without looking at him.

After saying a word, two big tears fell on the ground in front of his eyes.

An Yi's heart hurts watching it!
The boy sniffed, then raised his hand and wiped away his tears with his sleeve as if he wanted to wipe off his own eyes...

He hated himself for crying like this, but he couldn't help it!

This action of Shoucheng cut An Yi's heart completely like a knife. He knew that today's anger had already pushed away the person opposite him who was relying on him wholeheartedly!
But he didn't dare to go forward, if he took one step, Shoucheng would take two steps back, three steps or even more...

"I didn't intend to deliberately deceive the master, I just like this village, the people here, and my boss!"

"They all call me Mr. Xiao An, and my boss will call me Xiao Anzi." The boy unconsciously smiled a little when he said these words, and his tone was much more relaxed.

"They all regard me as a human being..." The boy said and nodded in self-conceit, and two tears fell down again...

"My boss said to me: Xiao Anzi, you are a human being and not a slave. You can also earn money to support yourself by your ability, instead of relying on the master to reward you for food!"

"She also said: Xiao Anzi, you have to hold your head up high, don't stoop your back, you are my little accountant!"

"Yes! I'm the accountant of the owner's house..." After the boy repeated these words several times, he straightened his back and raised his head, but his eyes were still looking at An Yi with tears in his eyes: " Young master, it was my fault for not explaining this matter to you!"

"I..." His eyes were dim with tears, An Yi was a white, fuzzy shadow in his eyes, and the servant couldn't see him clearly.

Closing his eyes, the young man saluted An Yi decently: "My lord, I didn't mean to lie to you, but you said I lied if I didn't tell, then I will apologize to you!"

After he reached the ground, the servant let out a long breath, feeling a lot of relief in his chest.

But An Yi was dumbfounded, she stared blankly at him after saluting herself, and then watched him leave the room without saying a word.

After a while, it seemed that the voice of the sixth aunt talking to the boy came from the yard.

The door was opened again, An Yi was overjoyed, and hurried to welcome him.And Shoucheng, who had just washed his face, walked to the desk and sat down lightly, and picked up a pen and paper and an abacus to write down the accounts.

(End of this chapter)