Gone World I

Qingtan was sitting by the fire, the blazing light reflected in her eyes that were as still as the dark night, she was holding a piece of dark wood the size of a palm to carve something in her hand.There is a rare concentration in the eyes.

The night in early autumn was only slightly cool, and Mu Ling leaned against the carriage and fell asleep under a thin blanket.

With each blow, even the thin lines inlaid on the sleeves quietly fell onto this sandalwood doll from Qingtan's memory.

The sandalwood doll carves a man in his twenties, with phoenix eyes and no smile, and his clothes fluttering.

The last knife fell, and the last strand of hair on the forehead was a work of magic.Looking at the sandalwood doll in his hand, the boy curled his lips, with a different mood from the past, recalling the past.

In the past, he also carved such a sandalwood doll.When he first carved the doll, he was only a boy in his early ten years old. The carver was clumsy, and he carved two eyes, a nose and a mouth without even thinking about it.

Qingtan's eyes immersed in memories became more and more gentle, and he scratched his fingertips persistently with a knife, and the overflowing red liquid was smeared on the side face of the doll in his hand, and slowly absorbed until only dark spots remained on the side face of the sandalwood doll. Red imprint.

Qing Tan looked at the sandalwood doll in his hand, and his thoughts drifted to nowhere. After a long time, the fire in front of him was half smaller than before.Only then did he come to his senses, took the firewood on the side and added it in, slowly, one by one.

When the dry firewood was put in, sparks would explode occasionally, making a crackling sound, and the sparks could be hidden into round balls of light in Qingtan's eyes, and the light and dark intersected and superimposed on each other.

"Aren't you sleeping yet?"

It's him.

The sandalwood doll was tucked into the sleeve for a moment, and nodded nonchalantly, "Well, I'm not sleepy, and I won't delay my trip. Master is at ease."

Wen Mipan was choked by Qingtan's words, looking at the boy who was a few years younger than him beside him, he was a little at a loss.Sitting down not far from Qingtan and the fire, watching Qingtan send dry firewood to the fire one after another, sparks explode one by one.

"Is master not sleeping?" After a long silence, Qing Tan couldn't help asking him, worried that he would be tired.

Wen Misi looked at him, his face still unmoved, and he patted the ground beside him with his hands.

"what?"

"Sit down."

Qing Tan has never been so hesitant to get close to Wen Mi Bang, doesn't he dislike him approaching?After hesitating, Qing Tan still chooses to get closer, as close as he can, his breath can be heard.Wen Mipan's expression remained the same, when he sat down, he was still taller than Qingtan, Qingtan raised his head with doubts hidden.

Wen Mi Si's exquisite face began to undergo slight changes, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly.

Laughed.Even though the corners of his mouth curled up a little, it was a smile.

Wen Mi Si smiled, and smiled at Qing Tan.

Wen Misang's smile was reflected in those peach blossom eyes, and those peach blossom eyes were also stained with a smile.

A smile was fleeting, leaving no trace, and no trace could be found on Wen Misang's face.

Already forgetting that she was apprehensive about approaching just now, Qingtan raised her hand and wanted to smile again at the corner of Wen Mipan's mouth, but the man grabbed her finger, thinking she was going to be thrown away, unexpectedly Wen Mipan's eyes were fixed On the wound on his fingertips.

There is a feeling that has been silent in Wen Mipan's heart for a long time, gradually recovering, frowning, his expression is no longer cold, "go to rest." Instead, he took Qingtan's hand and pushed him into the carriage, let him lie down and take it The thin blanket was thrown on Qing Tan's body.

At this moment, I don't know if it is because of Master Wen's illness that caring about Qingtan is mixed with just wanting to care about this person, how should I put it?

"You haven't come yet, so you're not afraid that something will happen to me?" Qing Tan sat on a flat and protruding stone, the cut surface looked like it was cut by a knife.The carriage stopped at the venue of the auction, and Qing Tan asked them to wait there for him to come out to collect herbs by himself.

It was originally arranged: he didn't go back for a long time, Wen Mi Siyou came to look for him in a hurry, and saw the scene where he was injured by a wild beast, but the man didn't come for a long time.

A monster in the shape of a lion said: "Why is he worried about you?"

Wen Mi Bang couldn't remember him anymore.

"In the past, he cared about me just after he recognized me, and now he should be like that." Qingtan swings his feet alternately in the air, with a weary look on his face.

"Hahahaha, why are you so stupid? What does it mean to be so? He forgot, and it's normal not to care about you. You will only make him feel that you have other purposes."

A little mountain demon who has not yet cultivated into a human form can see clearly, why can't he understand?

From that auction till now, everything he did was based on the premise that Wen Mipan would care about him just by looking at him. Later, even though Wen Mipan behaved ambiguously in the carriage, it might just be because of his father.

Wen Mi Bang in this life is different from him in the previous life. Although he is the same soul, he has a different memory.

Glancing at the monster beast, "Just talk about it, and bring the medicinal materials I asked you to prepare."

The monster that was originally in the shape of a lion was shivered horizontally by Qingtan, fear creeping out of its bones, its body suddenly shrank into a snow-white rabbit the size of a palm.When the rabbit spoke human words again, his voice changed from a deep male voice to a clear female voice, "Just go back like this?" After speaking, he turned his head and ran into the cave next to him, and in a blink of an eye, he came back and opened his mouth to hand the medicinal materials to Qingming. Tan at hand.

"Otherwise, wouldn't it be an ulterior motive?" As he spoke, he didn't want to talk to the rabbit any more, and threw the herbs into the bamboo basket, which were not very important herbs anyway.

There were rustling sounds in the grass, Qing Tan curled up the corners of his mouth, and stretched out his hand towards a colorful snake with a triangular head, which fell into his hand, and pressed the snake's head, forcing the snake to bite his ankle.

Throwing the snake casually, the snake blinked twice, turned into a white belly and passed out.

Seeing Qingtan leave, the white velvet ball made a pleasant bell-like voice again: "What's the use of being tall? A male demon is so obsessed by a man that he's going to kill himself, tsk tsk tsk. Stupid!"

The distance was not far, and Qingtan didn't take a step or bump, thinking back and forth what the rabbit said.

A snake bite doesn't hurt or itch, and he won't be poisoned.Is this a bitter trick?

The sky is already glowing red, seeing the dark color is about to drive away the beautiful color.

Qing Tan pushed open the door to the courtyard, and the scene inside the door was as usual, one of the several guest rooms in the second-floor pavilion was lit with candles the moment he raised his eyes.

"Master?" Qing Tan knocked on the door.

"Come in." The man picked up his teacup and took a sip, but nothing could be seen in his long and narrow phoenix eyes.

"I... gathered the medicine." Walking to Wen Mi Bang, he sat down obediently, "Well, the road is a bit long, and I came back late, so I can only go back tomorrow morning."

"Ah."

"...Then I'll go wash up first."

"Injured?" Wen Mipan put down the teacup in his hand, and asked Qingtan with a single sentence.

"No, it's stained with something dirty." He gently closed the door for Wen Mipan and exhaled.

Leaning her back against the door frame, Qing Tan frowned.

How had he ever treated anyone so carefully?

No, it can't be like this anymore.

After taking a bath, he changed his clothes, and it was still the same door.

Push away.

"Tonight, I'm going to sleep here." Holding a quilt in her hand, she threw it on the bed where there was already a quilt.

"Oh."

Qingtan had already prepared his speech, the other rooms had not been tidied up, but he did not expect that he would not refuse this time.

Qingtan sat on the bench, saw Wen Mipan close the accounts he had just read, extinguished the candle, untied his belt, took off his coat, and sat beside Qingtan.

Borrowing the moonlight, Wen Mipan glanced at Qingtan's ankle, and the color of his eyes changed.Qing Tan didn't notice all this, only saw Wen Mi Si lying down, closing his eyes, breathing gradually calm.

Looking at this person under the moonlight, his eyebrows remain the same.It's been a long time since Qing Tan looked at him so carefully from his side, and slowly moved closer to Wen Mi Si's face, in order not to wake him up, her lips only lightly touched the side of his face.With a satisfied smile, she lay back beside him again, leaned very close, and fell into a deep sleep like this.

He slept very deeply, even if the person beside him opened his eyes and stared at him for a long time without realizing it.

One night and one morning.

In the carriage, Qingtan kept talking to Wen Mipan about the different medicinal properties of different medicinal materials, the posture of feeling the pulse and the causes of different pulse phases.

Wen Misang's eyes wandered to the scenery outside the window, wondering if he was listening attentively.

The sleeve was pulled, "Master, you have to listen carefully, what if you get sick when I'm not here?"

"Doctor please."

"The doctor can't cure it?"

"Wait to die."

Soft and hard do not eat.

"No! Don't talk nonsense about whether you are dead or not." Qing Tan frowned, unable to hide her anger in words.

Wen Mipan still described it like that, glanced at him, and continued to wander away from the scenery.

Qingtan chattered like this for the whole car ride.

Back at the mansion, Master Wen was able to wake up after soaking his body according to Qingtan's prescription.Just insane.

Except for Qingtan, I'm afraid that everyone felt that he had already spent a lot of time on Master Wen, applying acupuncture and making alchemy.

In fact, it takes a lot of effort to get started. The previous steps are dispensable, just for the sake of acting and doing the whole set.In fact, the root cause of this disease can only be solved by Qing Tan opening up the meridians for Master Wen to force out the stagnant resentment in his body.It's easy to say, but it's not. This resentment is planted by the resentment that has been lingering in the world for a long time with resentment after death. Without some cultivation base, I really can't bear this resentment.

When he woke up, Qingtan asked him if he had been to unusual places and seen unusual people before his illness.

Master Wen's wrinkled face added some texture, he pursed his lips, and remained silent.

"Master Wen, if you don't want to tell me, I don't have to ask, but I'm afraid that your illness will never be eradicated. Although the resentment has been forced out, there will inevitably be remnants. After a long time, more resentment will reappear. Except for the root of the resentment, everything will be fine."

After finishing speaking, Qingtan took a deep look at the man who was still thanking him constantly, and left his last sentence, "Master Wen, please consider whether you want to talk about it or not. Don't be in a hurry. Let's take a good rest today."