A-level spirit master

Chen Ningshuang said again: "You...you don't need to answer, I know your name..." Her voice lowered unconsciously, and her little head also lowered: "Do you know... who am I?"

Fan Mingli shook his head.

He didn't know it was normal, but for some reason, Chen Ningshuang was a little angry. She raised her head and said word by word: "My name is Chen Ningshuang, Ningshuang of Shuang'e Shui Ning. Do you remember?"

Fan Mingli smiled, that smile made her blush uncontrollably, and he looked at her seriously: "Chen Ningshuang...Chen Ningshuang, I will remember."

Chen Ningshuang bit her lips and chuckled, and took a step back: "That's good... ah!"

Her injured ankle sprained again.

Fan Mingli quickly helped her sit down, and saw her slightly swollen ankle.

Chen Ningshuang reached out to rub it.

"Don't move." Fan Mingli stopped her softly, took out a handkerchief, walked to the bucket, soaked it in water, twisted it until half dry, put it on her ankle, explained: "The water is clean." He paused After a pause, he said again: "The veil is also clean."

Chen Ningshuang nodded.She is usually exquisite and smug, but at this moment she doesn't care whether these things are clean or not.

Fan Mingli squatted beside her and applied cold compresses for her.Chen Ningshuang tilted her head and found his eyes from bottom to top. These eyes are really beautiful, clear and gentle, serious and sad.

Fan Mingli tilted his head uncomfortably, the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

Chen Ningshuang put her face on her knees and couldn't help giggling.

She lightly poked Fan Mingli's arm: "Will you come tomorrow?"

Fan Mingli concentrated on applying the veil to her without making a sound.After a while, he nodded.

For the next three days, Chen Ningshuang did not appear again.

When Fan Mingli was busy under the peach tree, he always looked at the wall subconsciously, as if a beautiful and delicate girl would pop up in the next second and look at him shyly and boldly.

The sky faded away, and it was another round of sunset.

Fan Mingli packed up his things and walked out of the peach forest.His home is the most dilapidated thatched house in Qinglong Village. The fence only reaches the height of a person's thigh, which cannot prevent thieves, but no thieves will come to patronize him.

As soon as he entered the house, there was a heart-piercing coughing sound from the back room.Fan Mingli hurriedly put down his hoe and ran into the house: "I'm back, Dad, how are you doing?"

Fan Chengshan sat on the bed, bent over and frowned, almost coughing out his lungs: "No...it's okay." He wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, which was soaked with dirty blood.

Fan Mingli stroked his father's back vigorously, helped him to calm down, and said softly, "I'll cook right away."

He boiled a pot of millet porridge, cooked a bowl of noodles, put a poached egg on top, and waited for Fan Chengshan to eat it bit by bit.

After eating, Fan Chengshan felt very tired and was supported by his son to lie down.

Fan Mingli took out the herbal medicine, scooped up water and rinsed it off.The cold water sprayed on the wound made by pulling the weeds, and it was painful.He lit a small fire, put the medicine stove on it, and simmered for half an hour.

After the herb had cooled down a little, Fan Mingli brought it to his father's bed, and fed it spoon by spoon: "The doctor said, when you finish taking this medicine, your illness will almost be cured."

Fan Chengshan smiled: "Good boy, I know my illness well."

Fan Mingli forced a smile: "Believe me, eat well, take medicine well, and you will get better."

Fan Chengshan looked at his son guiltily: "Okay, I'm fine, I just dragged you down... You are still so young, you were young when our family was rich, and you haven't enjoyed a few days of blessings, hey..."

Fan Mingli put down the medicine bowl: "Father, don't think that way. I don't care about the blessings, I have a family only if you live."

Fan Chengshan nodded feebly: "Okay, go and eat quickly."

Fan Mingli warmed up a piece of sweet potato, sat on the patio, and ate it with cold water. He felt his stomach twitch like a spasm.Gritting his teeth for a moment, he stuffed the last bit into his mouth.

He looked at the orange moon in the sky, and what he thought of was the little girl who appeared in the peach forest in spring.

He washed his hands and shouted into the room: "Father, I'm going out for a while, and I'll be back in a while."

Fan Mingli went to the carpenter's house in the village and picked up some discarded pieces of wood.

……

That day, Chen Ningshuang jumped into the gate of Chen's mansion with one foot hooked. The people in the whole house rushed to the ground, and several women hurriedly carried her inside.

Chen's mother looked at the swollen ankle and felt distressed: "Oh, little ancestor, why did you hurt this?"

Chen Ningshuang leaned against the head of the bed, and said in a brisk tone, "Oh, I sprained the shuttlecock."

"Why is the shuttlecock kicking sprained?" Chen's mother couldn't figure it out, she didn't think about her daughter's lying, "You don't play with this in the future, isn't it good to let the paper kite go?"

Chen Ningshuang pulled the quilt to cover half of her face, revealing a pair of smiling eyes: "I know. I will only play with kites from now on."

Three days later, the doctor allowed her to go to the field.Chen Ningshuang took a shower and dressed in a hurry, and put on her favorite dress. The light green wide waist made her waist look slender. She took the paper kite and ran to the backyard.

Mother Chen shook her head and laughed: "This child is bored..."

Chen Ningshuang didn't let Chunxiang come with her today, and when she arrived in the backyard, she saw that there was still no one around, so she threw the kite aside, lifted her skirt and climbed up the wall.

The boy she thought about day and night was standing opposite, looking at her with raised eyes: "Chen Ningshuang."

The little girl's voice was full of joy and guilt: "Have you been waiting for me... I'm sorry, the doctor doesn't allow me to get out of bed, and my parents are under strict supervision."

Fan Mingli smiled and said, "It's okay. Has your foot injury healed yet?"

Chen Ningshuang nodded.

The two of them didn't talk anymore, they just looked at each other, and the beating in the chest was full of sweetness and joy.

After an unknown amount of time, Fan Mingli said in a harmonious voice: "Your foot injury is just right, and it's not suitable for you to stand for a long time. Go back quickly."

As soon as he reminded her, Chen Ningshuang felt a slight pain in her ankle, afraid of being imprisoned by the doctor again, she said reluctantly, "I, I will come back tomorrow. I will definitely come tomorrow."

"Wait, there's something I want to give you..." Fan Mingli coughed unnaturally, and took out a paper kite from the package under the tree.A simple black cut-tailed swallow, with a willow painting on its snow-white belly.

Chen Ningshuang's eyes sparkled: "Did you do this?"

Fan Mingli nodded slightly.

Chen Ningshuang wanted to hold the kite tightly in her arms, but was worried that it would be crushed: "Thank you... this is the best gift I've ever received."

Chen Ningshuang's backyard has become the most important secret base in Chen Ningshuang's youth, where the girl's most secret and joyful thoughts are in full bloom.The time without seeing him becomes very slow, the days are like being stuffed into an endless hourglass; the time with him becomes very fast again, like a rushing wild river rushing away through the fingers .Sometimes, Chen Ningshuang would obediently watch him work from the top of the wall, and sometimes she couldn't help turning over to accompany him.She felt that the young man's hand seemed to have magic power. Whenever he held her hand or stroked her hair, she felt so happy that she wanted to go to heaven.

This is also the happiest time for Fan Mingli in many years.The young man who tasted the hardships of the world prematurely met the brightest touch of color in his life when he was about to be overwhelmed by the burden of life.

……

On an unusual evening, Fan Mingli moved away from the broken fence and went back to the back room to visit his father.

Fan Chengshan didn't cough much, and only welcomed his son in with his earnest eyes: "I'm back."

"Father." Fan Mingli sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his back, "How is today?"

Fan Chengshan smiled and said, "It's much better."

Fan Mingli was about to get up: "I'm going to cook, and I'll take the medicine in a while."

Fan Chengshan held his hand: "Don't worry, I'm not hungry... Li'er, you are almost 20 years old. When your father was your age, he already had you with your mother... If it wasn't for me , you can get married a long time ago..."

Chen Ningshuang's voice and smile flashed across Fan Mingli's mind, and a burst of sweetness surged in his heart.

Fan Chengshan coughed and said, "Just blame me... Blame me for being worthless, let our Fan family fall into ruin. When your grandfather was still around, our family was a well-known and wealthy family. From now on, you must work hard to revitalize our family... Marry your family as soon as possible." Wives give birth to children, pass on the family line...cough cough! So...so I have an account to my ancestors..."

Fan Mingli smiled: "Father, it's too early to say this. Let's get well first. I'm going to cook. You lie down and rest for a while."

Fan Chengshan patted his son's hand: "Remember what Dad said. That's enough...you can go to work."

Fan Mingli carefully helped him to lie down, then turned to wash rice and vegetables.

Fan Chengshan's cloudy eyes lingered on his son's back, shed a stream of tears, and slowly closed his eyes.

Fan Mingli came over to call him with food, but no one answered him anymore in this dilapidated family.

Fan Mingli exchanged all the money in the family for a thin coffin and thick paper, and knelt in the courtyard all night.

His entire chest and brain were numb, as if all consciousness had been sealed off.On the second day, he went to work as usual, saw his beloved girl as usual, returned home at dusk, knelt by the coffin and said, "Father, I'm back."

Fan Chengshan's coffin stayed in the courtyard for seven days.

In the warmer weather, the smell of dead bodies could no longer be concealed.During the daytime on the seventh day, while Fan Mingli was out working, the neighbors cremated Fan Chengshan.

When Fan Mingli went home that day, what he saw was a jar of ashes.

He went to his neighbors in a frenzy, and some felt guilty and shut the door behind them, while others yelled with their hands on their hips: "The smell is so bad that it spreads all over the village! Keep it for someone to smell it! Other people don't care, but your father died of tuberculosis." , it will be contagious if you don’t burn it with fire!”

Fan Mingli kicked over: "I'll kill you!!!"

Scolding and cursing, fighting and fighting, it was a mess.

Qinglong Village is not small, but it is not big. The matter spread to Chen's house quickly. When the guard was talking about it, it happened that Chen Ningshuang overheard it.

Chen Ningshuang was startled, and went to look for Fan Mingli.She didn't know where his home was, so she could only ask while running, and when she found it out of breath, the confusion was over.

Fan Mingli knelt crookedly in the yard as if his bones had been pulled out, guarding a small jar of ashes in front of him, his body was covered with many scars.

Chen Ningshuang has never seen him like this, no matter how poor or difficult, Fan Mingli will always be such a clean and beautiful boy who is as clear as the moon.

Chen Ningshuang bit her lips tightly and burst into tears.

Fan Mingli didn't look back: "Shuang'er, I don't have a father anymore."

Chen Ningshuang rushed over to hug him, tremblingly said: "A Li, you still have me, I will always be with you."

Fan Mingli leaned against Chen Ningshuang's neck, and she felt a wet liquid covering the skirt of her shoulders in a second, and she heard her beloved boy's voice shaking uncontrollably: "...I don't have a father anymore."