Small Lingzhi

Chapter 65 Remember Him

Jingsi Yuan was full of autumn colors, He Qi hurried into the courtyard, carrying a withered leaf on his shoulder.

The master was sick and haggard, he raised his head for just one look and quickly lowered his head, not daring to look directly.

Although Xiao Yan's face looks weak and sick, his pupils are like ink dots, deep and compelling, without damaging his aura in the slightest.

He Qi felt that the air around him was oppressing him, and his indifferent face was as tight as wood.

Since the young master stayed in the mansion, he rarely saw the master like this.

Now that the young master has returned to Wuqing Mountain, the master is still the original master. He Qi doesn't feel uncomfortable, but...

After seeing the soft side of the master, more or less there will be some hallucinations.

After all, working for the master all the year round, if the master is always feared, it will be a test of the will of these subordinates.

Xiao Yan glanced at He Qi's face: "What's wrong with him."

He Qi said: "Young master, everything is fine. He probably just went back to the mountain and didn't feel used to it. He slept in the cave for a few days, and now he has gone out of the cave to look for food." He Qi's voice paused, "...eating and sleeping all day long I slept and ate, and I went down the mountain not long ago."

He Qi waited for the young master to settle down completely before returning to his command. He obeyed his master's order, and would never appear in front of the other party to disturb his life unless the young master was in danger.

At this point, He Qi didn't understand.

The master clearly didn't want to let the young master go, but why did he send people back to the mountain?

The master told him to secretly protect the young master, but he couldn't intervene in everything. Now that the young master settled down, it seemed that his emotions had cooled down again, and he called back the person who installed him.

He couldn't figure out whether the master really wanted to let go or pretend to let go, why he had to arrange the fake let go, he had to follow the Gasan bandits to calculate so much, and even included himself in the calculation.

You must know that the master counts others, but he never stays out of it.The hidden guard is the shadow of the master, wherever the master goes, the shadow will be there, if the dark guard makes a move, those bandits will have been taken down long ago.

However, the master followed the gangster's assassination plot and planned the follow-up development. The knife wound was real, and the poison on the knife was also real. If they hadn't obeyed the master's order and endured it, I really thought that the master would die. In the hands of the bandit leader.

If the master even thinks that his life is hanging by a thread...

He Qi's back was covered in cold sweat.I don't know what bet is worth the master's dangerous move.

Xiao Yan absorbed the breath of the bed.

Lingzhi left for a month, and the smell on the couch had almost dissipated.

He is like a tolerant and tolerant elder, he will do whatever Lingzhi wants to do, but he is also like a stubborn lunatic, even if he wants to die, he will not allow Lingzhi to forget him, let Lingzhi remember that he "died" The look in his hand.

Xiao Yan said: "Remove everyone, there is no need to follow him."

Wait a minute.

Xiao Yan tapped his pale fingers, and suddenly asked, "What was his expression like when he just came out of the cave?"

He Qi recalled, saying: "Young master seems to be in a state of panic, he is not in the mood to walk."

Xiao Yan nodded: "Go down."

After He Qi left, Director Liu entered the room with a tray. His master's pale and sickly face showed a faint smile, but he felt a chill in his heart for no reason, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

There was a bleak and cold autumn wind outside the window.

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The wind poured in a little along the cracks in the rocks on the top floor of the cave, and Lingzhi sneezed a few times, covering her nose tightly from the cold.

He rubbed the tip of his red and itchy nose, wrapped the bedding tightly, and turned his head to look at the charcoal under the side of the couch.

The charcoal was burned from night to day, and the small fire was extinguished, leaving a few glowing coals covered with ash.

The temperature difference between the four seasons and day and night on the mountain is very large, and Lingzhi is more afraid of the cold than before.

He stretched his two feet in white socks out of the quilt, and after adapting to the coldness outside the quilt, he slowly got down on the bed, squatted down/turned over the coals, and turned to bring a pile of firewood, with which the fire was still warm charcoal to rekindle a fire.

Lingzhi sat by the couch and warmed herself by the fire, took out a few fruits from the bedside, wiped them and put them into her mouth.

The once favorite fruit seemed to have a different taste now, Lingzhi stopped eating after eating two, hugged her knees, her pupils reflected two clusters of flames in a trance.

He couldn't help but think about what the villagers had said, and he couldn't keep his mind off Xiao Yan.

He took out his heart and blood and gave it to Xiao Yan. According to common sense, Xiao Yan should be able to prevent many poisons from invading the body.

But Xiao Yan has been in a coma for dozens of days, which means that his injury is indeed serious. Now that he wakes up, has he recovered a bit?

Lingzhi thought again, if he was the one who stabbed him with a knife that day, maybe he was better at resisting poison than Xiao Yan.

He thought a lot, looking at the half-extinguished fire, and went to the bed to add another firewood.

Lingzhi stayed behind closed doors in the cave, and a few days later, when he remembered that he was going to read a book, he realized that he didn't get back the book Lan Wenxuan gave him when he came down the mountain.

can't go on like this...

Lingzhi patted his face with clear water, wrapped up his thick clothes and walked out of the cave.

Lingzhi looked at the blue and vast autumn sky, the valley seemed to be covered and submerged by a piece of pale yellow sea, everything was withered and desolate, autumn is coming, and winter is really coming.

This winter is not as good as before, and the autumn alone makes Lingzhi extremely cold.

The firewood is not resistant to burning, and if it burns out at night, I have to stay in the bed to add it.

Lingzhi heard that the villagers of Yayun Village used coal to warm the fire every winter. He cleaned himself up, tied a money bag around his waist, and prepared to go down the mountain and buy some coal with the villagers for storage. Bring it back together.

The mountain wind was like a dry and cold knife, and Lingzhi put on her hat tightly. Although it was the end of autumn, the wind was already blowing from the north, just like winter.

When he reached Yakumo Village, the surrounding fields were almost cleared by the farmers, and the chickens, ducks, and livestock that used to peck and eat insects along the paths along the rice paddies disappeared, and there were not even a small insect on the roads around the fields.

Lingzhi wraps up her thick clothes, the gates of the farmhouses in sight are closed, white smoke billows from the chimneys, and she occasionally sees an old man sprinkling rice outside the door to feed the chickens, and hides in the house after feeding. When it gets cold, all the villagers are reluctant to go out.

Lingzhi sniffled, thinking about which family to buy coal from, after some consideration, he finally stopped outside the door of the medicine house, touched the cold copper lock and clicked it.

Lan Wenxuan wore a cotton shirt, and when he saw the person outside the door, he smiled softly, and let out a white breath from his mouth like Lingzhi.

Lan Wenxuan laughed and said, "The books you left behind a few days ago haven't been taken away. I wanted to send them to you, but I didn't know you..."

The young man wanted to say something but didn't finish it.

Lan Wenxuan invited Lingzhi to enter the house, and handed him the books wrapped in cloth.

"Lingzhi, it's inconvenient for you to live alone on the mountain, do you really not consider moving to the village?"

Lingzhi put the book in her arms, and showed hesitation after listening to Lan Wenxuan's words.

He stammered: "I, I live pretty well in the mountains."

Lan Wenxuan smiled and said, "Forgive me for taking the liberty."

Lingzhi shook her head.

The four looked at each other, and both of them wanted to say something.

Lan Wenxuan said, "You speak first."

Only then did Lingzhi make his appeal clear.

"I want to buy some coal with you. It's cold in the mountains in winter, and the firewood can't be burned all night."

Lan Wenxuan said: "Coincidentally, today I want to go to the city to buy coal and store it back. I came back in a hurry this time, and everything is almost ready. I didn't realize that there was still charcoal when it was cold."

So Lingzhi and Lan Wenxuan went to the city together to buy coal. The boss of the coal store has a good mouth, and there are all kinds of people who buy coal, so he doesn't want to let people buy it, let alone cheap, and wants to raise the price of coal. profit.

After all, the county is only so big, and there are only a few coal shops in total. There are many customers who need it in winter, and the supplies are in their hands. As long as the government doesn't say anything, the price is up to them.

The voices of you haggling and me haggling in the shop kept coming and going, Lingzhi was a little stage frightened, Lan Wenxuan signaled him not to be nervous, and stood in front of him.

The guests in front leave and wait until they buy coal.Don't look at Lan Wenxuan's gentle manners, and he doesn't lose the slightest bit when facing the shop owner who is smooth-talking.

Lingzhi's eyes widened when he heard this, and he clenched his cuffs tightly. For the first time, he knew that Lan Wenxuan was not only gentle and polite, but also so fierce in verbal warfare.

In the end, the two bought enough coal for heating in winter, and they didn't suffer much in terms of price.

Lingzhi looked at Lan Wenxuan and the workers carrying charcoal into the car. He rolled up his sleeves eager to try, but Lan Wenxuan raised his hand to stop him and said, "The coal is dirty, don't touch it yet."

Lingzhi said: "But..."

Lan Wenxuan pointed to the seat on the car: "Go up and sit down, just wait."

Lingzhi had no choice but to obediently climb into the car and sit down.

Coal is placed in most of the car, leaving little space for people to sit.

After a while, Lan Wenxuan was going to get in the car, so Lingzhi pushed the small bench she was sitting on towards the corner, trying to stay in the corner without taking up space, so that Lan Wenxuan could sit in comfortably.

He watched Lan Wenxuan busy up and down, while he had slender arms and legs, was wearing unusually thick clothes, and moved clumsily. If he really wanted to help them carry things, he might be delayed.

Lingzhi sat on the bench and lost his mind for a while. After Lan Wenxuan settled the wages to the workers, he got into the carriage and sat in the vacant seat.

Lan Wenxuan said with a smile: "How can you sit in the corner and not be afraid of getting bored? Sit out, so I can't be squeezed."

Lingzhi slowly moved the small bench outward, and smiled uncomfortably, "Thank you."

Lan Wenxuan shook his head: "It's a little effort."

Xu knew that it was not easy to return to Bayun Village this time. Lingzhi didn't mention the people he rescued, and Lan Wenxuan didn't mention what happened after he was taken away. For them, it seemed that returning to the place where they grew up was like leaves. It is as natural and reassuring as taking root.

The carriage moved slowly, and the stone paved road rattled.

A vendor on the street was frying chestnuts, and the aroma of sugar-fried chestnuts permeated his nostrils. Lan Wenxuan said, "It's been a while since I came out, and it will be evening when I return to the village."

So Lan Wenxuan stopped the carriage and bought a large bag of fried chestnuts, and he put the paper bag into Lingzhi's arms.

"Eat something to fill your belly."

Lingzhi touched the paper bag with hot hands, and the chestnuts in the bag were roasted so oily, he remembered in a trance that he had eaten such sugar-fried chestnuts.

When he and Xiao Yan went out to the temple fair at night, Xiao Yan also bought him a bag of fried chestnuts in sugar.

Lingzhi peeled off one and put it in his mouth, biting and biting suddenly stopped, wanting to rub his sore eyes with oily fingers.

Lan Wenxuan watched him while driving the car, and when he left the city, he had to park the car beside the path, quietly waiting for Lingzhi to shed enough tears, and handed out a kerchief full of medicinal fragrance from his arms.

"Wipe your eyes."

Lingzhi choked with sobs, nodded in panic and took the handkerchief.

He wiped indiscriminately, his arms trembling, but he never wiped the edges.

Lingzhi swallowed her throat, staring at the fried chestnuts in her arms, her vision was wet and blurred.

"Lan Wenxuan, I, I feel a little sad...because I didn't know he was hurt so badly, his injury...his injury has something to do with me..."

If Xiao Ling didn't protect him, if Xiao Ling didn't grab his hand and press down on the knife.

Lingzhi clutched his trembling arm tightly, the warm, sticky blood flowing from his palm along his wrist, it was all Xiao Yan's blood.

He slurred his speech, slurred his words, and his hair was covered with sweat.

After returning from Gassan, his heart never had a moment of real peace.

Whenever he had a hard time not thinking about those things, just like at this moment, a bag of fried chestnuts can easily wake up the picture remembered in his mind.

He didn't become a happy little Ganoderma lucidum as freely as before just because he returned to Wuqing Mountain.

Wuqing Mountain has not changed, and the villagers at the foot of the mountain have not changed, only him, and it is his mood that has changed.

Lan Wenxuan took away the whole bag of fried chestnuts, took out a medicine bag from his sleeve, and put it under Lingzhi's nose for him to sniff,

The cool smell of the medicine gradually calmed Lingzhi down. Lan Wenxuan looked at him with pity in his heart and a gloomy gaze.

He said: "Imperial nobles, that person is not with you or us. No matter what happened, since he came back safely, that's enough."

"The past disappears like clouds and smoke, Lingzhi, forget everything about that person and start living again."

The author says:

The whole chapter is to be repaired, and I am tired after dozens of days of adding updates. These days, I will restore my energy bar every three days.

Although the grand master really wanted to be nice to Lingzhi, he was also dark, selfishly keeping his dark side ==. .

感谢在2022-05-1623:17:06~2022-05-1723:07:46期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Xiaoxiyu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!