Many years ago, he was injured and later rescued by Yu Linglong.
Yu Linglong was indeed life-saving to him.
But as for why she was injured, Ye Qingying had actually forgotten it.
His memory is very vague, before he became a killer.
In fact, he didn't even know who his master was. It should be said that his method of killing and the Shadowless Sword Technique he practiced were basically self-created.
The more you fight, the more powerful your martial arts will become.
All moves are practiced bit by bit in actual combat.
But despite this, his memory of the past twenty years was still very vague.
Probably because there is nothing worth remembering, he is very forgetful, like a fish's seven-second memory.
There are not many things that can be remembered in this life.
So he also forgot how he spent the New Year's Eve in the past twenty years.
All I know is that I will always live alone.
This was the first New Year's Eve that Ye Qingying spent with two people.
It's not New Year's Eve, but New Year's Eve morning.
But the color of the sky is no different from that of night.
Ye Qingying felt that this was New Year's Eve.
He decided that this was the first and only most valuable New Year's Eve he had ever spent in his life.
Chu Qianli was teaching him how to make dumplings.
Taobao has ready-made items, including dumpling wrappers and dumpling fillings. She also bought a row of eggs and cooked two hard-boiled eggs.
"Look, just like me, pinch the two sides of the skin together and look, it'll be fine!"
She taught him bit by bit, but Ye Qingying learned very slowly.
Subconsciously, I don’t want to learn.
In fact, he has already learned it, but as long as he still doesn't know how, his Xiaoyao will continue to call him and continue to talk to him.
Now as long as she is still willing to talk to him, Ye Qingying will be satisfied.
"Oops, the stuffing is leaking out, pinch it quickly, hurry up!"
"Yeah." He was still concentrating on kneading the dumpling wrappers. Although his hands and feet were deliberately a little clumsy, he would never waste her dumpling fillings.
He cherishes everything she has.
On an icy winter day, the two of them were quite warm.
Chu Qianli's pot of boiled water finally came in handy. At first, she really didn't know what she was going to cook.
Purely, I just want to cook something.
"Put one batch first." She happily put down the first batch of dumplings.
Ye Qingying was afraid that she would burn her hands, so she quickly took the dumplings and put them into the water.
But because he was so anxious, the hot water almost splashed on Chu Qianli's hand.
"Xiaoyao, are you injured?" Ye Qingying was anxious.
Chu Qianli raised her eyes and looked at him.
Ye Qingying seemed to have just remembered what she had said, and her heart felt gloomy.
He hurriedly said: "Sorry, Miss Chu, I just..."
"I'm not angry." Chu Qianli was just stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled: "Forget it, forget it."
Not counting, what else can be done?
Ye Qingying still seemed at a loss, as if she had done something wrong.
I don't know what she meant by "forget it".
Does she still hate him?
"Hurry up and put down the remaining dumplings, otherwise they will be unevenly cooked!"
Only then did Ye Qingying react and quickly put the remaining dumplings into the pot.
This time, I was careful not to spill any hot soup.
"There are still some dumpling wrappers, hurry up and wrap them up." Chu Qianli said.
Ye Qingying said nothing, lowered her head and continued making dumplings.
However, there are not many dumpling wrappers left.
After finishing the wrapping, the two of them looked at the hot pot and the steam coming up, waiting.
Maybe, it's in a daze.
I don't know how long it took, but Chu Qianli suddenly said: "The poison in your body has been removed. From now on, don't do anything for Yu Linglong anymore."
