Small Lingzhi

Chapter 10

The firelight shadow reflected on the stone wall jumped, like a small hook scratching Lingzhi's heart slightly.

He pursed his lips, looking at the man's handsome face cautiously with a little uneasiness.

Lingzhi chewed and bit the rice cake in her mouth slowly, eating more and more slowly, and hummed hesitantly.

Xiao Yan put down half of the pancakes in his hand, and said lightly: "It's getting late, let's go to rest first."

Lingzhi looked at the remaining half of the pancake, thinking that what he ate all the way back was much more than the half pancake that Xiao Junqian ate, and couldn't help feeling disappointed.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Xiao Yan smiled: "I'm tired from running around all day, you should go to bed early."

Lingzhi had no choice but to obey Xiao Junqian's words, took the water and washed it briefly, and slowly moved back to his stone bed.

Tonight Lingzhi didn't sleep on the cold big rock in the deepest part of the cave, he was lying on his side facing Xiao Junqian, his clear eyes always looked at the man's face.

Until the eyelids could not be stretched closed, Lingzhi slightly parted her lips, her breathing was long and undulating, and before going to bed, she would always recite the words she had said to Xiao Junqian a few times without saying a word.

At first light, Lingzhi climbed up from the stone bed ignorantly, regained his senses, turned his head and looked to the other side.

The man is still awake.

Lingzhi hung loose and ill-fitting robes, put her white feet into the straw sandals, quietly moved to the side of the man, and stared at him intently.

The feather-black long eyelashes opened without warning, Xiao Yan looked at the blurred outline in front of her eyes, and propped up her body.

Lingzhi hurriedly stretched out her hand to help her, her slender arm exposed to the air was slightly cool, and the palm that was holding him inadvertently was very hot.

Lingzhi worried: "Junqian, are you unwell?"

Xiao Yan frowned forbearance, and shook his head very lightly.

He put away his hands, and his eyes fell in front of him with nothingness.

"It's cool in the mountains in the morning, put on your clothes first."

Lingzhi lowered her eyes, and her disheveled appearance was reflected in her eyes. On the other hand, the man woke up overnight. Although his hair was not tied up, he was clear and distant, and his plain clothes were neat. Compared with him, it was a world of difference.

He fastened his belt in a hurry. In order to keep cool, he still folded the cuffs and trouser legs to his arms, revealing his fair and delicate skin.

The summer heat made Lingzhi unable to cheer up, so after eating two fruits, he packed up the firewood and prepared to cook some porridge with the rice bought from the county.

He glanced at the man several times from the corner of his eye, but the man's expression was pale, and he was a little disappointed.

Lingzhi absently grabbed a handful of rice, and quietly moved to Xiao Junqian's side.

"Junqian, this is rice, I don't know how to cook it."

The other party taught him briefly, but Lingzhi still wanted to hear a few more words.

Lingzhi's eyes looked at Ai Ai, but Xiao Yan was silent all the time, leaning on the haystack and closing his eyes to rest.

The plump and glutinous porridge was ready, and Lingzhi put a bowl of porridge into the man's palm with a flattering look.

Xiao Yan put the bowl away and said, "Sit down."

Lingzhi sat down obediently.

Xiao Yan asked: "Bring that bag of longevity fruit."

Lingzhi immediately fidgeted.

Although he didn't have the ability to read people's faces, facing Xiao Junqian's expression faded, he wondered in a daze whether Xiao Junqian didn't like the longevity fruit that Lan Wenxuan gave him.

Lingzhi muttered: "I don't want to eat longevity fruit anymore."

Xiao Yan said: "Give it to me."

Lingzhi lowered her brows and eyes, without the slightest sense of resistance: "Oh..."

He handed the longevity fruit wrapped in a paper bag to Xiao Junqian, thinking that the other party would throw it away.

Xiao Yan took out a longevity fruit, and slowly peeled off the hard shell with her fingertips.

Lingzhi involuntarily opened his eyes wide. He could hardly bite the fruit with his teeth, but Xiao Junqian, who couldn't see, could break it apart with two or three movements.

Lingzhi put her hands on her knees and touched her face, and was stunned for a while, until the longevity fruit was peeled out of the shell by Xiao Junqian.

Xiao Yan handed the peeled longevity fruit core to the little medicine man.

Lingzhi: "..."

Qing Lingling's eyes lit up instantly, and Lingzhi asked a little shyly, "Is it peeled for me to eat?"

Xiao Yan's face was indifferent, but the longevity fruit was handed over without moving.

Lingzhi smiled, and the man peeled a few longevity fruits for him before eating the porridge. It was Lingzhi's turn to peel them himself, but he still couldn't peel them apart even though he tried hard.

He clutched the remaining longevity fruit and remained silent for a while.

Lingzhi whispered: "Will you still peel it for me tomorrow?"

The man hummed lightly, Lingzhi suppressed his slight joy, looking forward to tomorrow's Xiao Junqian peeling the longevity fruit for him.

The wild beasts in the valley have not been very peaceful recently, fighting over territory, water sources, and food often occurs, especially around the water sources, and there is always a bloody smell of forest beasts injured after fighting.

Occasionally some animals came to the water source behind Juhu Mountain. For the past two days, the tiger patrolled its territory on the back mountain, marking it and roaring intimidatingly.

Lingzhi didn't go far, every morning and evening he would go to the spring behind the mountain to fetch water, and the rest of the time he stayed in the cave, most of the time he was silently in a daze, or stared at the man's handsome face in a daze.

It is night, the wind is clear and the moon is bright.

After the fire for Liuye was finished, Lingzhi sat back on the stone bed, staring at the person across from him, hesitating to speak.

In the past few days, although Xiao Junqian peeled the longevity fruit for him to eat and listened to him, Lingzhi always thought that Xiao Junqian was unhappy.

Xiao Junqian didn't talk to him during the day, and he didn't tell stories at night. He seemed uncomfortable, and his bloodless face looked cold and unapproachable.

Longevity fruit is crispy and delicious, but Lingzhi probably won't eat it again in the future.

Lingzhi fiddled with the matches absent-mindedly, Xiao Junqian sat on the straw mat after drinking the medicinal soup, and he still didn't wait for the bedtime story.

A cluster of sparks splashed onto the back of his hand, and Lingzhi cried out in pain, causing the man to turn his eyes sideways.

Lingzhi pursed her lips, feeling grievances and depression pushing against her chest.

"Junqian, you..." Are you angry with me? Before you could say it, you saw the man's slender fingers touching his lips and coughing lightly. The blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth was scarlet and didn't get into his fingers.

Lingzhi stood up: "Junqian!"

He flew to Xiao Junqian's side like a bird. The man was dressed in plain clothes and had a clean face, his long eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if he was trying his best to bear it.

Xiao Yan slightly raised a smile: "Don't worry." While comforting, he vomited blood.

Lingzhi's eyes were dull: "Junqian." His voice became choked up, and the corners of his eyes were dry and painful.

Xiao Yan coughed, and said in a hoarse voice: "I know my body well, but the residual poison is too deep. If it continues like this, it will also hurt you. Even if I die at this moment, it is understandable."

He said again: "You should have lived a leisurely life in the mountains, why bother to cause me such trouble."

Xiao Yan gasped for breath, the smile on her pale lips remained undiminished.

Lingzhi became more and more flustered, and hugged Xiao Junqian's neck tightly and did not let go.

"Wait for me, wait for me..."

Lingzhi wiped off the blood from the corner of Xiao Junqian's lips, carefully placed him on the straw mat, and ran out of the cave in a panic.

The canopy of the Ganoderma lucidum in the hidden cave today was covered with mud, and it was fleshy and fat.

Lingzhi didn't have the time to brush off the mud on the edge of the canopy, so he searched around, gathered a lot of herbs that could be picked but not, and rushed back to the cave before nightfall.

He helped the man who had passed out, picked out a few herbs, and quickly raised the fire to suffer.

Turning around, he saw Xiao Junqian fell down, and went to help him steady again.

Back and forth, Lingzhi's forehead was covered with sweat.

After the decoction was finished, Lingzhi cut her finger with a sharp leaf to let the blood seep into the concoction, and it lasted for several days without interruption.

Xiao Yan was half awake, still conscious, and his body was heavy and unable to move.

When the Zen heart drifted and the snow poisoned, it seemed that piercing ice was squeezed into Xiao Yan's blood, freezing and freezing, until a warm trickle slowly infiltrated, Xiao Yan moved his fingers.

The little medicine man was saving him, and the medicine that was fed to his lips had a different taste of medicine soup from the past.

On the third day, Xiao Yan drowsily took the medicinal soup, and squeezed the soft and slender heat source into her arms.

The ice in his body melted, and the warm little medicine man was not very honest with him.

Xiao Yan woke up in an afternoon when the afterglow was scattered in the valley, and he hadn't felt the changes in his body carefully. As soon as the sound of firewood fell, he caught the little medicine man who was rushing towards him with his backhand.

The strong smell of medicine filled his nostrils, Xiao Yan slightly pulled the little medicine man away.

Xiao Yan smiled lightly: "Thank you for your hard work."

The years in the mountains passed with the chirping of birds and beasts and Lingzhi's thoughts. Lingzhi decocted medicine for Xiao Yan every day. Xiao Yan lowered his head and tasted it carefully. The taste was different from what he drank when he was unconscious.

He smiled calmly: "Lingzhi, let me peel the longevity fruit for you."

The longevity fruit that Lingzhi hadn't finished eating was handed over to the man to peel, but Xiao Junqian just peeled the fruit for him without saying a word, Lingzhi couldn't help herself.

At night, the lit flames made Lingzhi's cheeks flush, and he turned his face away, Xiao Junqian's face didn't look very good.

Lingzhi pursed her lips, and after filling the medicinal soup, she turned her back and picked up the leaf and poked her finger, one finger on one side was cut.

Xiao Yan sniffed the scent of the medicinal soup, lowered her eyes, and drank it nonchalantly.

Lingzhi sat on the stone and watched the man drink the medicine quietly, licked his lips, and wanted to talk to him.

A quarter of an hour passed, and there was still no sound.

The fire became more and more intense, and the heat spread like a trickle in Xiao Yan's body in the past few days.

Sweat oozes from both sides of Xiao Yan's bun, and beads of sweat slid down to his eyelashes. He blinked, and the blurry shadow suddenly became clear at this moment.

Xiao Yan's figure was reflected on the stone wall, and beside him was a shadow about half smaller than him.

The author says:

thank you all.

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Wuxi; 1 bottle of Missing Qiuyue;