Small Lingzhi

Chapter 55 Sending him a mountain full of fruits

The Jingsi courtyard was brightly lit, and the little servant walked around the gate post a few times outside the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a staggering figure running in, and trotted forward to greet him.

"Young master, are you alright?"

Seeing that Lingzhi was out of his mind, the little servant immediately helped him into the house.

There was warm water and food on the table, and Lingzhi leaned softly on the yellow rosewood chair, her hands were wiped with wet cloth towels by the servants in turn.

The little servant was worried: "My lord..."

Lingzhi withdrew her erratic gaze, faltering and saying: "No, nothing."

He pursed his lips, picked up the tea cup and poured a full glass of water, instead of drinking it, he moistened his lips and washed it, as if he wanted to wash something off.

The little servant was confused, and said: "My lord, your lips are flushed red, and I can't see anything dirty even if you look carefully."

Lingzhi nodded lightly, the abnormal feeling of being sucked/kissed on his lips and tongue was still there, he sat on the chair and just lost his mind.

The slave set the table and chopsticks: "Young master, do you want some dinner?"

Lingzhi was not hungry, so he took a few symbolic mouthfuls of rice, and after drinking half a bowl of soup, shook his head and whispered: "I want to stay by myself for a while."

The little slave didn't ask a single word, kept his due duty, bowed his body and quietly exited the house.

The night was like water, the little servant was waiting outside the door, turned his gaze, and saw the figure quietly standing under the shadow of the moon in the courtyard, was caught by the master's inadvertent gaze, shivered immediately, and retreated directly to the stone of Jingsiyuan. Arch out the door.

In the room, Lingzhi got up from the yellow rosewood chair, and ran to the edge of the chair lightly.

He bent down to take off his shoes, and lay down with his whole body collapsed, with both legs shrunk in front of him, his arms wrapped around his knees, and he quietly put his chin on his knees, and touched his lips with his fingertips.

Lingzhi went out early today and walked around for a long time, like a fish flopping happily in the water, obviously happy.

But this happiness is far less than the panic at this moment. The umbrellas he bought on the street during the day, the troupe performances he saw, the shops along the way, and pedestrians all flashed in his mind in an unreal way.

Could everything he saw be arranged by Xiao Yan?

Lingzhi couldn't figure it out, but subconsciously thought that maybe it had something to do with Xiao Yan.

This person can always find him easily, the shopkeeper of the umbrella shop, the enthusiastic theater troupe, and the kind-hearted uncle of the noodle shop, maybe it was arranged by Xiao Yan.

Lingzhi put her hands on her forehead and patted her forehead, her heart fluttered, and her guesses about herself wavered.

He didn't want these beautiful things he thought were all fabricated by Xiao Yan for him...

Lingzhi's slender neck tilted, and her whole body leaned softly against the cushion behind her.

Because he likes to find a place to curl up at random, every chair in the house is collapsed, and several layers of cotton pads are placed in the corners.

Perhaps the cotton pad was too soft, and Lingzhi's thoughts fluctuated violently. After a while, he was exhausted physically and mentally, and he closed his eyelids wearily.

In the chaos, Lingzhi shuddered all over, and his eyes fell dimly on the faintly burning candle on the desk.

There were very few candle tears, he seemed to have slept for a long and extremely tired sleep, but it took only half a quarter of an hour to wake up.

The refreshing night breeze penetrated into the veil and gently blows on the skin, Lingzhi rubbed her eyes, suddenly remembered something, and quickly searched the desk.He searched the house again, and remembered that the ganoderma lucidum seemed to have been left on the sedan chair.

He called a little servant, but he didn't know where he was, Ling Zhi walked outside the door, looked down at his bare feet, and was going to go back to the house and put on his shoes before going out to find his Ganoderma lucidum.

Someone in the courtyard said: "Ganoderma lucidum is here."

Xiao Yan's voice.

Lingzhi's eyes looked towards the atrium of the yard, the figure of the man was sitting under the stone bench, the moonlight was very good, the silver light poured out, and the bright stone slabs were full of figures.

He just woke up in a daze, and he didn't notice the person sitting under the tree immediately after he came out.

Xiao Yan said again: "The box is with me."

He didn't point out Lingzhi to take it, but Xiao Yan didn't bring it into the house by himself, or let the servants bring it in, but just sat under the tree and waited.

Lingzhi realized what Xiao Yan meant, and was a little reluctant, but he saw the box containing the ganoderma lucidum.

The box was placed on the stone table, and he saw Xiao Yan put the box in his arms.

……

Xiao Yan remained motionless, sitting under the tree and waiting for him quietly.

Xiao Yan didn't talk about coercion, but he gently left Lingzhi with only one choice, and had no choice but to approach him.

Lingzhi moved over slowly.

The moonlight filled the courtyard, and the young man's two white feet were shiny white, Xiao Yan paused and looked away.His throat rolled, and he swallowed what he wanted to say.

Lingzhi stood in front of Xiao Yan, reaching for the box.

A pull, did not move.

He opened his eyes wide and hesitated to speak, Xiao Yan said: "Rest early, remember to put on your shoes next time you go out."

As for that kiss, Xiao Yan admitted that he was a little out of control, and it would not be wise to mention it in front of Lingzhi at this time, as it would push Lingzhi further away.

Xiao Yan recalled that Lingzhi always didn't like to wear shoes. In Wuqing Mountain, he put on them tirelessly for him out of pretense, and asked himself, even if it was a pretense, why did he do it properly every time?

Now Lingzhi's habits haven't changed, but he won't let him put on his shoes and socks anymore.

……

Lingzhi shrank his toes uncomfortably, he was used to listening to the well-intentioned opinions of others, and at this moment he resisted subconsciously nodding, not wanting to make himself look too obedient, and silently took the box from Xiao Yan's hand smoothly.

He thought he should be more indifferent, so Lingzhi pursed her lips and left coldly with a sullen expression.

Don't give Xiao Yan hope.

What Lingzhi couldn't guess was that in the past, he was always docile and quiet, and his cold face seemed quite novel to Xiao Yan, so Lingzhi's deliberately cold face towards him not only didn't hurt Xiao Yan, The mood is even a little lighter.

Compared with indifference, Lingzhi's reaction to his fear and trembling made him feel unbearably painful.

After Xiao Yan delivered the Ganoderma lucidum, when he left, he asked the servants who were waiting at the gate of the Jingsiyuan to go back to serve others.

The night was silent and it was getting late.

Lingzhi poured a small amount of water on the Ganoderma lucidum, placed it by the window eaves, and the moonlight sprinkled peacefully on its fungus cap. He stared at it for a long time, and vaguely heard the little servant talking.

"My lord, it's time to rest."

The servant called out a few times, Lingzhi was tired, he had walked a lot of distance on the street during the day, his moods of sorrow and joy alternated obviously, he was tired, but after carrying the Ganoderma lucidum back to the house, the drowsiness disappeared immediately.

He put the ganoderma lucidum under the window eaves to bask in the moon, and said "wait a minute".

When the sky was gray, Lingzhi lay back on the bed in a daze, not having a solid sleep.

It was past noon, and the imperial doctor came to Jingsi Hospital with a medicine box.

About half a stick of incense ago, the little slave found out that Lingzhi hadn't woken up because she was sick.

In the past, Lingzhi would sleep until noon at most and would wake up. The more the slave waited outside the door, the more uneasy he became. He couldn't hear any movement, so he decisively opened the door and entered the house.

The little servant hurriedly asked the guards to inform the master, but he didn't delay for a moment, and quickly invited the imperial doctor.

Xiao Yan came from Shuge, showing no expression.

Every time Lingzhi fell ill, his air pressure became low and cold.

Manager Liu knows how to read his master's face the most, and yells at the little servant to go out, and he will discuss the rest with the imperial doctor.

When Lingzhi opened her eyes, her arm was still pierced with silver needles.

He licked his lips, and when the back of his neck felt warm, someone lifted him slightly and brought half a glass of water to his lips to feed him slowly.

The lingering Leng Xiang made him realize that the person supporting him was Xiao Yan. He looked around the room, but he didn't see the little servant.

He didn't look at Xiao Yan, and said softly: "Don't punish people, it's because I don't sleep at night, it's none of his business."

Without Xiao Yan's response, Lingzhi had to lift her eyelashes.

Meeting his pair of black and translucent eyes, Xiao Yan let out a "huh".

Xiao Yan supported the back of Lingzhi's neck, and when he finished drinking the water, he seemed to restrain himself.

But Xiao Yan stepped aside before Lingzhi could resist.

Lingzhi raised her head and cast a glance at Xiao Yan.

He pursed his lips, looked down at the silver needle on his arm intently and quietly, apparently without any intention of speaking.

Once Lingzhi was ill, the Jingsiyuan would always be extraordinarily quiet, and the servants in the house did not dare to make any noise because the master was in a bad mood.

Xiao Yan would appear in the Jingsiyuan every night. He stood outside the door and looked into the room for a while, but no one made a sound through the door.

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After resting for three days, Lingzhi felt that her body had recovered a lot.

He motioned for the little servant who was following him to come over with a pair of paper and pens, and checked his pulse first. Seeing that the papers and pens were brought, he thought seriously, and picked up the pen after a while.

After Lingzhi was sick, he always stayed in the room listlessly. In the past, when he was sick, Dr. Mei who came to see him did not show up. It should be that Xiao Yan didn't let people come over.

Thinking of the words Xiao Yan asked him that day, Lingzhi sulked and stared at the written prescription in a daze.

He didn't know if the prescription was well prescribed, so he ran to the bookcase in his socks, opened one of the layers, took out the medical book that Mei Ruobai had brought him, and pondered over the prescription by himself.

When she was exhausted, Lingzhi grasped the prescription and fell asleep sitting down.He sleeps irregularly. He often closes his eyes when he feels tired. He likes to sleep on a soft place facing the window the most.

It seems that looking out of the window makes people feel more comfortable and relaxed.

Lingzhi had a dream, he was in Wuqing Mountain, the cave was scattered and covered with dust.

He often wanders in the mountains every once in a while, and when he encounters delicious grass and fruit, he can stay under the tree and eat for a few days.

In the summer night, the sky is the blanket and the floor is the mat. No matter where you sleep, you are very comfortable. There are several stone platforms on the peak. Lying on the stone platform and raising your hand, it seems that you can touch the twinkling stars in the sky.

Lingzhi's heart was beating slightly faster, her eyes were open and she was confused, and she didn't know whether she was on Wuqing Mountain or where.

His fingertips became stiff from holding the prescription for a long time. He turned his eyes and saw the figure with his back turned to him. His body froze and his breathing was inaudible.

Xiao Yan closed the smoky gray clothes, turned her head to meet Lingzhi's retracted gaze, and smiled slightly.

The tip of the knife on his right hand was stained with bright red blood, and he wiped off the blood on the tip of the knife calmly with a silk cloth.

Xiao Yan remained still, cast two more glances at Lingzhi's face, turned his back and walked out the door.

Lingzhi suddenly made a sound.

"You, you don't feed Ganoderma lucidum with blood in the future."

This person saved him once before, and he saved this person once later, it should be even.

Lingzhi seldom felt resentment, and when Ganoderma lucidum lost its cap and was about to die, he didn't have any obvious strong hatred for Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan found him, and it was enough to raise him back with blood. He is responsible for what the ganoderma will look like in the future.

Feeding Ganoderma lucidum with blood once every three days and five days like Xiao Yan made the relationship between the two people who should have nothing to do with each other a bit more unclear.

Lingzhi said annoyedly: "Don't feed Ganoderma lucidum with blood again."

Xiao Yan turned a deaf ear to his resentment, looked at him sideways, and said gently: "Did you just have a dream?"

Lingzhi slept for two full hours, from evening to starry night, Xiao Yan could feel that Lingzhi must have had a good dream.

Lingzhi slender neck drooped, and said in a low voice: "I dreamed that I went back to Wuqing Mountain."

He raised his head and looked at Xiao Yan, his eyes full of longing.

"Xiao Yan, let me go back."

Lingzhi rubbed her sour eyes: "Yandu City is very prosperous, but it is not Wuqing Mountain after all, I...I can't live here."

He is just a small Ganoderma lucidum, born and lived on the mountain, and when he dies, he will probably die in a corner of the mountain, melt in the mud, nourish some flowers and plants, and return to all things.

He remembered that day when he stood in the observation building and saw Xiao Yan sitting on the chariot being bowed and bowed by pedestrians all over the street, he knew that he was different from this person after all.

Lingzhi stood on such a high building, but she was far away from Xiao Yan downstairs who was revered and worshiped by countless people.

He can't reach the height of this person, just like ordinary people, no matter how high they stand, they always need to look up when looking at Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan didn't show anger or disappointment, but asked him: "Why do you suddenly think so?"

Lingzhi slowly squeezed out a sentence: "I am different from you..."

So he couldn't like this person, let alone hate him.

Sometimes it takes more energy and time to hate someone than to like someone. Lingzhi just wants to go back to the mountains and be a ganoderma that wanders all day long without thinking about many reasons.

Xiao Yan reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice: "Is that so..."

So the two faced each other and fell silent at the same time.

Xiao Yan looked at the lonely and quiet face of the young man, and suddenly said: "You...you stay with me for a month, don't avoid me, if you still want to go back to Wuqing Mountain, I will send you back in person."

Lingzhi blinked: "Ah..."

Xiao Yan looked at him with the usual expression on his face, and said in a gentle voice: "It's always more dangerous for you to go back alone, stay for another month, and I'll send you back to Wuqing Mountain when autumn comes, okay?"

Xiao Yan didn't ask Lingzhi to agree immediately, he walked outside the door, the moonlight was as gentle as water, his heart was unexpectedly calm at this moment, after telling Lingzhi the conditions for getting along with him for a month.

He said: "Lingzhi, do you want to go out and have a look at Wuqing Mountain?"

Lingzhi curled up on the bed and did not move.

Xiao Yan smiled at him: "It's in the back mountain."

When Lingzhi hung her legs down from the ceiling, she bent over to put on her shoes, and followed Xiao Yan unhurriedly for a certain distance.

His eyes fell on the ground, the dagger in Xiao Yan's right hand was hidden under the cuff, and the moonlight flowed slightly.

Lingzhi thought of this person cutting his heart with a knife not long ago, and hesitated in his thoughts.

He stopped where he was: "I don't want to go there anymore."

Xiao Yan turned her head and pointed forward with her fingertips: "It's not far ahead, can you see it?"

Lingzhi glanced across the front and vaguely saw the entrance.

The entrance to the mountain path brought back familiar memories.

So he passed Xiao Yan and stood at the foot of the mountain in a daze.

Lingzhi accelerated her steps, the moonlight illuminated the surrounding vegetation brightly, and the lush trees made soft sounds in the evening wind.

The ears became more and more lively, and the cries of insects and beasts disappeared in the depths of the forest.

Lingzhi didn't need to find the way, because he had walked the road up to Wuqing Mountain many times, even with his eyes closed.

He walked more and more anxiously, panting and running along the mountain road in small steps.

This mountain is a replica of Wuqing Mountain, but it has more things than Wuqing Mountain.

Lingzhi touched it casually, and there were many ripe fruits falling from the tree, clusters of lush grass and leaves growing together, dotted with many small red fruits.

The boy's figure was fixed under the tree for a long time without moving.

Lingzhi rubbed his eyes, he almost couldn't remember.

At that time Junqian asked him if he had anything he wanted, so Lingzhi thought about it seriously.

He thought for a long time, and finally told the other party that he wanted a mountain full of fruits and grass leaves, because in this way, he could eat at any time. When he was lying on the top of the mountain watching the stars on a summer night, he could just stretch out his hand and eat something. .

The wish he most hopes to be fulfilled is for Jun Qian to stay on the mountain and watch the stars with him.

Junqian is no longer here, but Xiao Yan gave him such a mountain.

Lingzhi turned her head and looked at the man Xu Bu was following him.

Xiao Yan... People like Xiao Yan are destined not to stay on the mountain, he is different from himself.

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