wind and waves

A few pages of paper were spread on the stone table in the courtyard, and Yun Lang sat upright with a thick brush in hand, writing stroke by stroke.

After writing, I asked Grandma Li, "Grandma Li, have you learned the word 'dangerous'?"

I saw Grandma Li holding a fine-tipped pen in her hand, shaking her hands while writing on the paper. Although the handwriting was much smaller than Yunlang's, the words were like ghostly drawn symbols, and no one could recognize them. .

Grandma Li put down her pen impatiently, "Young Master Yun, don't make things difficult for me, an uneducated old woman, I really can't write..."

Yun Lang has been practicing calligraphy for the past few days. He wanted to try to write a reply letter to Jing Che himself, but he couldn't see, and he could write big characters according to his feeling, but he wanted to write something that could be stuffed into the letter box. Yes, small characters as big as mung beans are really impossible for him now.

Grandma Li's hands are shaking as she gets older. Although she can write small characters, no one can read them, and she can't be expected to do so.

Bang Bang Bang!

Three knocks on the door interrupted the two of them.

Grandma Li walked steadily to the door and opened it.

"What's the matter with this young man?"

Seeing someone in this household, Chen Feng was about to speak, but his sight was taken away by the familiar figure in the courtyard.

He stared at Yunlang's thin sideways in a daze, and for a moment he forgot that there was still someone questioning him.

Yun Lang put down his pen and looked towards the door. He naturally knew that it was impossible for Jing Che to come back, but he was also curious, so he asked lightly, "Grandma Li, who is it?"

Chen Feng was so excited that his lips trembled, and he was phrasing what he should say when he met Yun Lang, but Yun Lang was like this, he should have seen him, but he had an indifferent and indifferent expression...

Chen Feng's fiery heart turned cold, could it be that he didn't want to see himself...

Grandma Li looked at the person who had knocked on the door but remained motionless, just staring at the person in the yard, and felt very strange, "Hey! My son! If there is nothing wrong, I will close the door for the old woman!"

"Grandma Li, wait!" Yun Lang suddenly thought of something, stood up from the stone bench, stretched out his hands and groped towards the door.

His steps were small and extremely slow, and Grandma Li stepped back from the door to give him a hand.

Chen Feng's eye sockets turned red all of a sudden.

He...he couldn't see...

But three years... only three years... what happened?How could he be blind?

Countless questions rose to mind in an instant.

Chen Feng took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress his emotions.

Yun Lang walked in front of him, and a strange but fresh medicinal fragrance rushed over his face.

In the past three years, in order to strengthen Chen Feng's body, the King of Medicine has given him a medicinal bath every few days. In addition to studying medicine and working with various medicinal materials all year round, the smell on Chen Feng's body is quite different from before. , now always has a faint medicinal fragrance.

"Young Master Yun, I'm afraid this person is a mute." Grandma Li interjected.

This sentence made Chen Feng, who was worrying and didn't know how to open his mouth to face Yunlang, get a savior.

"Ah...uh..." Chen Feng pretended to be dumb, and yelled a few times, and did not forget to gesticulate twice with his hands.

Yun Lang tentatively touched Chen Feng with his hand. His clothes were thick and silky. He should come from a wealthy family and must be literate.

He checked his Qi veins again, this person has no internal energy, and he will not be sent by Cen Jian and the others.

Chen Feng looked at Yun Lang's hands that were carefully placed on his body, his fingers were slender, and his face was much thinner than before.

Chenfeng could only ask in his heart, Yunlang, are you doing well?Did you get bullied somewhere?Do you remember me?

Yun Lang guessed and asked, "You...are you a doctor?"

"Mmmm...!" Chen Feng nodded vigorously, then remembered that he couldn't see, grabbed his hand and shook it up and down.

"You can write. If you can write, just write what you want to say on the palm of my hand, and I will know what you want." Yunlang said and spread his palm.

Chenfeng held Yunlang's hand in his left hand, and drew a word 'food' and a word 'water' on his palm with his right index finger.

Yunlang's hand has distinct joints, touching the ice is a sign of weakness.Chen Feng wanted to warm him up for a while longer, but Yun Lang took his hand away after he finished writing.

Yunlang smiled happily, and said to Grandma Li, "Grandma Li, he is hungry, we haven't eaten yet, let him have a meal!"

Grandma Li just giggled, and replied, "Okay! Whatever Mr. Yun says, it is."

Chen Feng looked at him and smiled, feeling some comfort in his heart.

Fortunately, he can still laugh... Seeing him smile makes me feel at ease...

After a while, several dishes were on the table.Chen Feng took a glance, and found that they were all simple tea and light rice, green vegetables with leaves and radish roots, served with white rice.

A big man, at the age of youth, but eats this every day, no wonder his body will be weak.

But Yunlang stuffed it all into his mouth without picking it up, maybe because he couldn't see it, no matter how much Grandma Li took care of him, she would definitely not be as caring as Jing Che, so he just ate the food in the bowl and just picked it up. White rice in a bowl.

Chen Feng hurriedly picked up a chopstick of vegetables from the plate and put them in his bowl.

Yun Lang froze for a moment, then said softly, "Thank you."

Chen Feng choked up, just felt like crying, and couldn't take a bite.

In the afternoon, Chen Feng, who didn't know whether to go or stay, hesitated in the yard.He didn't want to leave, but he was afraid that he would be chased away after eating.

Yunlang walked over slowly, Chen Feng hurriedly gave him a hand, Yunlang looked at him in surprise, surprised that a stranger took care of him like this, "You don't have to be so careful, I just fell down when I fell, Nothing will happen."

But Chen Feng said in his heart, I don't want you to fall even if I fall.

Yunlang re-spread the paper on the stone table, picked up the brush, "Since you can write, can you write a small letter for me, I want Feige to send the letter to a friend."

Chen Feng hummed twice.

Yunlang heard his voice of agreement, stared straight ahead, and wrote on the paper with his hands.

Chen Feng watched him earnestly stroke each stroke, but also looked a little struggling, took out the pen in his hand, spread his palm, and wrote in his palm, you say I write.

Yunlang understood and smiled, "Okay, I say you write, if you can't catch up with any sentence, just push me, and I will repeat it for you."

"Uh-huh……"

Yun Lang spoke slowly, and Chen Feng followed suit.

Grandma Li came forward at some point, looked at the small letter written by Chen Feng, and praised, "This young master's small handwriting is so handsome, it's really like a person... It's a pity that I can't speak..."

Chen Feng pretended to be silly and laughed twice.

Hearing Grandma Li's voice, Yunlang said, "Grandma Li, I trouble you to catch that pigeon."

"Hey!" Grandma Li responded and went to catch the pigeons.

Yunlang took out a postbox pinned to his belt from his waist, but he didn't see the other postbox falling out.

He took out the original letter from the letter box, rolled up a new letter, stuffed it in, and handed it to Grandma Li, who tied the pigeon's legs and let her fly.

Hearing the sound of the pigeon flapping its wings and flying away, Yun Lang was relieved.

He stuffed the startled letter into his belt, but suddenly found that the other mailbox was missing.

He quickly squatted down and groped the ground.

In fact, when it just dropped, Chen Feng picked it up calmly.The dark red tube body, the golden bird dark pattern, this is the letter box that I sent out.

Did he carry it with him all the time...

Chen Feng opened the letter box, the letter paper inside had become yellow and wrinkled, and there was a drop of dried up tears.

I think he may have seen it many times...

The ground was full of mud and gravel, Yunlang's hands were groping on the ground, his fingers were pricked and he didn't stop, he only wanted to find the letter box back.

Chen Feng stuffed the letter back into the letter box and covered it, pulled Yun Lang up from the ground, and put the letter box in his hand.

His right hand was stained with dust, full of small cuts, and blood was still oozing in some places.

But as if he didn't feel the pain, with a smile that was lost and recovered, he carefully tucked the mailbox back into his belt.

Chen Feng soaked a piece of veil, grasped Yun Lang's right hand involuntarily, and wiped his palm carefully.

Yun Lang suddenly murmured, "You are very similar to him..."

When Chen Feng heard it, he was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth curled up.

He still remembers himself, and he still treats his things as treasures...

After Chen Feng wiped it, he applied some liquid medicine on his hands. Yun Lang didn't feel the same tingling pain as when other powders were sprinkled on. The liquid medicine was just refreshing and very comfortable.

This is a medicine for healing wounds developed by Chenfeng in the Jingchen School. It does not sting the wound, and the healing effect is not bad.

Chen Feng opened Yun Lang's left hand and wrote in his palm that the wound will heal tomorrow.

Yunlang smiled at him, "Thank you."

He wanted to see off the guest just like this, but he didn't let go of his hand.

Yun Lang then asked, "Is there anything else you need?"

Chen Feng understands Yun Lang's temperament, as long as he pretends to be pitiful for a person who is not threatening, he will soften his heart.Chen Feng wrote in the palm of his hand, I have no one to rely on, I travel through this place, and I want to stay here for a few days, can I agree?

After finishing writing, he yelled twice again.

Sure enough, Yunlang followed this pattern. Knowing that he was a mute, helpless and unfamiliar with life, he felt pity for him in an instant. Besides, he could read and write. Can help.

Yunlang discussed with Grandma Li, and Grandma Li had no opinion, so she took him in.

The next morning, Chen Feng went out.

Yunlang thought he had changed his mind and wanted to leave, but he didn't keep him.

Unexpectedly, during lunch time, Chen Feng came back again, carrying three roast chickens in his hand, and entered the house excitedly.

The scent filled the room all of a sudden, Grandma Li salivated greedily, and giggled and said, "Where did this dumb son go, so I went to the city to buy roast chicken, well, the old lady is lucky now, very nice!"