Xiao Qinghuan

Xu Shi was moved by the boy's saying "the more people who make a wish, the better it will come true", Jiang Xiaohan spent an afternoon folding a crude lantern with bamboo sticks.

He had never done this kind of work before, and only relying on the boy's guidance, he managed to weave the bamboo strips into a lamp.

Jiang Xiaohan bent his legs, sat awkwardly on a low stool, and was clumsily pasting greased paper on the bamboo lamp. Bamboo fragments were scattered all over the room.The Chun Jun sword was also placed by his feet casually, a famous sword, used to cut bamboo all afternoon.

From time to time, he would look up at Yan Qing on the bed, change the veil for him, touch his hand to test the temperature.

I don't know if it's Jiang Xiaohan's illusion, but he always feels that Yan Qing's body is not as hot as before.But the fever still persisted, and Ren Pingsheng was busy seeing a doctor in the West Hospital today, so he didn't dare to say whether Yan Qing was getting better or not.

By the time the lamp in his hand barely had a shape, it was already dark.Jiang Xiaohan fed Yan Qing's medicine for the night, and changed the medicine for him. After taking care of it carefully, he walked out of the room with his things.

The boy was squatting on the steps of the door, and when he saw him go out, he quickly stood up and patted the dirt on his body.

"Please take care of him for a while." Jiang Xiaohan said, "I'll be back soon."

Naturally, the boy would not refuse, and after patting his chest to promise that he would never leave, he watched Jiang Xiaohan out of the yard.

Once the rainy season is over, the dangerous river has returned to its docile appearance, and the number of villagers along the river has increased.

The epidemic was brought under control, and the people in the East Village no longer avoided the flood of beasts in the West Courtyard. Some relatives who had been separated due to illness were able to reunite for a short time.

Since Jiang Xiaohan came to Liujia Village, he stayed in the room to take care of Yan Qing most of the time. He just went out to take a look at the situation a few times for the sake of ventilation. Every time he came and went in a hurry, so most of the villagers didn't recognize him. He was a little cautious when he saw him.

In addition, his clothes and appearance are all extraordinary, along the way, it is inevitable that people will gather in twos and threes to discuss him.

Jiang Xiaohan turned a deaf ear.

In addition to kneading noodles and stewing meat for a hundred days, lighting up lights at night is also an important part of the summer solstice sacrifice.Many villagers had already gathered by the river, and every ten steps there was a candle buried on the ground. Looking from a distance, this piece of candlelight was connected together by the river, and the rippling water was like a scenery of the Qinhuai River for ten miles.

Jiang Xiaohan didn't want to stand in the crowd and let others watch, so he found a secluded place with few people, and only then revealed the lantern in his hand.

His lantern was too rough, the petals were unevenly woven, and even the candles were stuck under the lantern. Compared with other lanterns in the river, it was not a little bit miserable.

If there is any merit in this lamp, I am afraid that there is only the inscription written by Jiang Xiaohan himself on the inside of the petals.

——Fushou Kangning, Eternal Peace.

Jiang Xiaohan borrowed a fire from a candle by the river, and put the lit lantern in the water.

"There are three days left for my birthday, I hope God will return you to me..." Jiang Xiaohan said softly, "Other than that, I have nothing else to ask for."

The appalling lantern swayed left and right with the water flow, and finally gave Jiang Xiaohan some face. It managed to stabilize, but it didn't sink. It swung along the water flow into the dazzling continuous lights.

Seeing that the lights were finished, Jiang Xiaohan wanted to turn around and go back.He happened to see a woman walking by, bent over to borrow a light from the candle at his feet.

The oil paper on the lamp was as thin as cicada's wings, Jiang Xiaohan's eyes were sharp, and he saw the word "Yan" inside the lamp.

He turned the steps he had taken before taking them back.

The woman lit the lamp, knelt down by the river again, closed her eyes and prayed for a while, and then put the lamp into the river reverently.But I don't know if it's because of the wind direction, or something went wrong when the lantern was made. The lantern keeps spinning around the river bank, but it just refuses to float into the river.

It is a big taboo to go ashore after the lantern is put into the water. It means that the wish is in vain, and the gods will not allow it.It's a pity that the banks of the river are slippery. The woman tried twice, but she couldn't touch the lantern.

The woman was helpless, and was about to take two steps into the river, but suddenly felt a slight sound of wind breaking in her ears, a stone brushed the petals and fell into the water, the light lantern gained strength, and slowly shook a few times, finally Follow the current into the river.

The woman was overjoyed, and subconsciously turned her head to see who helped her, but Jiang Xiaohan shook her head at her and made a booing gesture.

The woman was startled.

Although Jiang Xiaohan didn't often appear in the village, the villagers were not fools, and he didn't even know he came here for no reason.In addition, the biggest official the villagers see on weekdays is only the local village head or county magistrate. Shenwei Ying and Jiang Ying walk in the village every day, and they have been regarded by the villagers as the "big masters" in Beijing. understanding officer.

What's more, Jiang Xiaohan is someone who even these "big shots" have to pay respects.

The woman bowed to the river in fear, then turned around and knelt down to Jiang Xiaohan, as if she wanted to kowtow to him.

"Get up." Jiang Xiaohan raised his hand in a lack of interest. He has never been prone to kneel and kowtow: "You have worshiped the gods, so don't worship me."

"Yes... yes." The woman stood up obediently, stirring her sarong with her fingers helplessly.Jiang Xiaohan didn't make a sound either, she didn't dare to leave without authorization.

Jiang Xiaohan didn't pay attention to her, just watched the lamp merge into the water, and then said, "Who did you put the lamp on for?"

"For...For Mr. Yan." The woman lowered her head and answered bravely: "He is a good man."

Suddenly there was a chuckle in front of him, the woman couldn't figure out his temper, and rubbed the corner of her skirt tremblingly.

"He is kind to you?" Jiang Xiaohan asked suddenly.

"Yes, I'm kind to Bitao." The woman whispered, "Mr. Yan scratched Xiao Tao'er when he was seeing a doctor. If I hadn't begged him to help Xiao Tao, Mr. wouldn't have contracted the disease. I am grateful for Mr.'s kindness, and I want to pray for him."

"yes."

Jiang Xiaohan's face was indifferent, showing no emotion.

Only then did the woman remember the rumored relationship between him and Yan Qing, and she was frightened, fearing that Jiang Xiaohan would blame him for Yan Qing's illness, she knelt down on the ground with a plop, her voice trembling: "Master... my lord... ..."

"Where's the one named Bitao?" Jiang Xiaohan asked.

"Xiao Taoer is already..." The woman couldn't help showing a sad look on her face: "Xiao Taoer was not cured, she was rolled out the day before yesterday, and has been buried..."

Jiang Xiaohan was silent for a moment, then turned and left.

He didn't intend to anger anyone, except for a moment of gaffe when he first found out about it, Jiang Xiaohan had already calmed down.

In any case, this is Yan Qing's own choice after all, he can feel sorry for Yan Qing, but he can't ignore his wishes.

I don't know if the two lanterns worked, or if Jiang Xiaohan's impoverished wish was overheard by a passing god. In short, when Jiang Xiaohan returned to the clinic, the boy who ran out in a hurry almost ran into his arms.

Jiang Xiaohan pulled the boy's shoulders to help him stand still: "Didn't I ask you to take care of him?"

The boy's face was flushed, and when he saw him, he held his hand with a smile on his face: "My lord, sir, the fever is gone!"

When Jiang Xiaohan heard the words, he didn't care to talk to him immediately, and hurriedly walked a few steps and pushed open the door.

Ren Pingsheng was putting Yan Qing's hand back into the quilt, seeing him rushing in recklessly, he didn't blame him for his rudeness, after all, everyone has noticed how Jiang Xiaohan treats Yan Qing these days.In all fairness, no matter what the external infection is, at least in Ren Pingsheng's eyes, Jiang Xiaohan can be called affectionate and righteous.

"You came just in time." Ren Pingsheng said, "When the fever subsides, it will be better. You can rest assured."

Jiang Xiaohan hurriedly walked to the bed and lowered his head to check, he couldn't help but asked anxiously, "Then why hasn't he woke up yet?"

Ren Pingsheng rolled his eyes at him for being disrespectful: "He has been ill for the past few days, and his body needs to breathe." He paused, and then said: "At least you let people slow down."

Jiang Xiaohan also felt a little impatient, so he couldn't help straightening his clothes, and shrugged at him embarrassedly: "Thank you for the past few days, senior."

"Hey, that's right." While packing up the scattered silver needle bags, Ren Pingsheng said unrelentingly: "Young man, smile more, look at your ugly face a few days ago. I thought that if you He's not good, you have to go with him."

Ren Pingsheng could be regarded as an elder after all, and Jiang Xiaohan couldn't help but feel a little hot when he teased him so much and couldn't retaliate.

"I've been tired for the past few days, so it's good to rest." Ren Pingsheng put it away when he saw it, and twirled his beard: "I'll come back to see him tomorrow. If there is no recurrence, he can be nourished with warming medicine."

The author says:

Thank you for calling Xiao Gu, the fish food fed by Zi Qi~