Chen Qing Ling continues to be happy

8.5 waiting

The cold winter has passed, and the spring rains have arrived, and the inaccessible mass graves have also lost their silver coverings and are stained with a little green.

Wen Ning turned over the vegetable field on the mass grave, and sowed new seeds. Looking at the neat rows of green shoots on the black soil, he showed a relieved smile.

He emerged from the field, walked through the fruit trees, and entered a wooden house.Vegetables are burning on the stove in the house, and the house is full of aroma.

Wen Ning scooped up a ladle of water from the jar to wash his hands, and was about to grab the plate next to him, when a voice came: "Senior Wen, you are covered in mud on your body and feet, I'm afraid Hanguang won't like it, the person serving the dishes It's still up to me."

Wen Ning turned around, smiled embarrassedly, and said, "I'm sorry, Yuan, I'll go wash up."

Lan Sizhui shook his head and said, "It's okay, thanks to Senior Wen taking care of the outside so well, this year's harvest must be good, and when summer comes, we will have fresh vegetables and fruits to eat, but I don't know, at that time, Senior Wei Can you... oh..."

Wen Ning's face also darkened, and he lowered his head for a long time, unable to speak.

Lan Sizhui managed to force a smile, and said, "It's almost time, I think I'd better hurry up and deliver the food. If I don't watch from the sidelines, Hanguang-Jun probably won't eat or drink all day."

Wen Ning also nodded quickly, and said, "Yuan, hurry up and take a look at Hanguang-Jun's face. A few days ago, Hanguang-Jun seemed to be coughing a bit. Could it be that an old injury has flared up?"

Lan Sizhui nodded, and said, "I can save..."

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Carrying the food, Lan Sizhui pushed open the door of Fumo Temple, walked through the wide hall, passed through the layered curtains, and came to a well-decorated bedroom.

There was only one stone bed here, and there were many spells, wood fragments, and various bottles and jars scattered on the bed and the ground, because the original owner of this place was such a carefree person, she used to use this place as a studio as well as a The bedroom, because I slept here, jokingly named it "The Temple of Fumo".

But now, the place has been cleaned very cleanly, and the stone bed has become an exquisite carved wooden bed of huanghuali. Tables, chairs and cabinets are all available, and calligraphy, painting and ink are all exquisite. The quiet room, the layout and supplies here are exactly the same as the quiet room, because now there is one more person here——Lan Wangji.

When Lan Sizhui walked in, he saw Lan Wangji sitting next to him playing the piano, playing the same piece that he would only play in front of Senior Wei - Wang Xian.He was wearing a white uniform, his long silver hair was loose, and there were a few magnolias in the vase beside the short table, budding in the scent of incense.

Lan Sizhui stood aside for a while, seeing that he had finished playing a piece, he quickly said: "HanGuang-Jun, it's already noon, let's eat."

Lan Wangji raised his head, looked at Lan Sizhui, and said, "Put it over there." Then he lowered his head and continued playing the piano.

Lan Sizhui put the food on the table beside him, but didn't leave.

Lan Wangji stopped playing the piano, looked up at Lan Sizhui, and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Lan Sizhui said, "I'm going to watch HanGuang-Jun finish eating before leaving."

Lan Wangji watched Lan Sizhui for a long time, and found that his eyes were very firm, so he stood up, walked to the table, sat down, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and started eating.

Lan Sizhui relaxed, and quickly poured a cup of tea for Lan Wangji.

Lan Wangji put down the bowl and chopsticks, picked up the teacup, took a sip, but suddenly coughed a few times.

Lan Sizhui frowned, and asked, "HanGuang-Jun, what's wrong with you? Let me show you."

Lan Wangji said, "No need."

Lan Sizhui's face darkened, and he lowered his head.

Lan Wangji glanced at Si Zhui, and explained: "I recently developed a new drug, which is slightly toxic. I tried the drug first, and it hurt my heart and lungs. Now it's all right."

When Lan Sizhui heard it, he raised his head in surprise, and said, "Ah?! Then, how about now?"

Lan Wangji knew that SiZhui cared about him, so he said it again patiently: "It's all right."

After speaking, he took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve.

Lan Sizhui quickly took the porcelain bottle over, opened it, put it under his nose, smelled it, and asked, "This is the new medicine you developed? It seems to use Tianshan Ganoderma lucidum, thousand-year-old mountain ginseng, velvet antler...and a flavor...I can't guess it. .”

Lan Wangji nodded in satisfaction, and said, "The other thing is that the spores of the sacred tree that my mother brought from the land of Lingyuan a few days ago contain the natural energy of the land of Lingyuan."

Lan Sizhui said happily: "With this medicine, can Senior Wei wake up?!"

Lan Wangji was silent for a moment, then said, "No, I can only keep the fetus in her stomach."

Lan Sizhui revealed a painful expression, and said, "HanGuang-Jun, I'm sorry..."

Lan Wangji shook his head, turned to look at the bed surrounded by curtains, and said, "Saving the child is also her wish."

Lan Sizhui looked at Lan Wangji, hesitated to speak.

Lan Wangji raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you want to say?"

Lan Sizhui hesitated again and again, and finally couldn't help but said: "HanGuang-Jun, I've always wanted to ask you a question, but I don't know if I can."

Lan Wangji said, "You ask."

Lan Sizhui showed a mischievous look, and said, "I asked, you can't be angry with me!"

Lan Wangji looked at Lan Sizhui, thinking about the way he put him in the rabbit pile when he was a child, the way he hugged his leg and never let go, and the way he read and practiced calligraphy with the disciples of the Lan family. In a blink of an eye, he has grown into an adult, has his own thoughts, and will force himself to eat, ask himself to rest, and now, he can still joke with himself.

The corner of Lan Wangji's mouth twitched lightly, and said, "Okay, if you ask, I won't be angry."

Lan Sizhui showed a serious expression, and said, "HanGuang-Jun, do you really believe that Senior Wei will wake up?"

Lan Wangji's expression changed, he stood up, turned around and walked to the bed, gently pulled up the curtain around the bed, revealing Wei Wuxian who was lying on the bed.

Wei WuXian's eyes were closed tightly, lying there with a pale face, the joints of his hands and feet had already been covered with the best elixir, and bandages were tied.Because he has not eaten for a long time, he is abnormally thin, but he has been using spiritual power and elixir to continue his life, but there has been no sign of waking up, and even the pulse is almost invisible, as if it is an incorruptible corpse.

When Lan Sizhui saw Lan Wangji turned and walked away, he was startled, and quickly knelt down and said, "I'm sorry, Hanguang-Jun, I shouldn't have asked, please don't be angry with me!"

Lan Wangji sat by the bed, looked at the person on the bed, brushed the hair on her face gently with his hand, and said with a gentle expression: "Si Zhui, I'm not angry when you get up. In fact, it doesn't matter whether she wakes up or not." The important thing is that I am content to be able to guard her, watch her, and keep her child. As long as she is here, I will be there. If one day she goes away, I will..."

Lan Sizhui rushed over at once, hugged Lan Wangji's leg, and cried, "Hanguang-jun, don't say such things, you still have me, the Lan family, and your mother, you can't leave me behind. Us!"

Lan Wangji looked at Si Zhui, who was crying while hugging his leg, rubbed his nose and tears all over his body, sighed, and said, "I mean, if she leaves, I will protect the person she wants to protect for her, Live the life she wants to live together. Get up, your clothes are all dirty."

Lan Sizhui was stunned for a moment, looked at the wet pants of Lan Wangji, blushed suddenly, and said, "Yes, I'm sorry, Hanguang-jun, I will help you wash the clothes."

Lan Wangji looked at Lan Sizhui, then at the person lying on the bed, and couldn't help laughing.