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The result of the stalemate between the two was that Rong Zhuo gave in first.Repeatedly told Rong Xuan to eat something, then hurriedly scrubbed and changed into clean clothes.The wound on the head had not been bandaged with medicine, and the blood was melted away by the rain. At this time, I didn't care about cleaning it, and wiped it dry with a dry towel.

When he came back, Rong Xuan was not in the main room, but the porridge in the bowl had been a little shaken.

Rong Zhuo was stunned for a while, he was also hungry all day from morning to night, but he didn't have much appetite, so he silently cleaned up the table.

In fact, he can't blame him for what happened today. Those people seem to be looking for trouble.I had to raise my hand.In fact, compared to the other party, Rong Zhuo's little bit of color is not a disadvantage.

In the past, these people would not be in Rong Zhuo's eyes.But now it is not as good as before.I'm afraid that these people are secretly related to the Shi family, and they seem to keep a close eye on them, so Rong Zhuo feels vigilant.Now that he has provoked the local snake here, he vaguely feels that staying here is no longer very considerate.The thought of going away from home again came into being again.

At that time, he could still think of staying here, but now he doesn't know where to live, considering Rong Xuan's health, he has to think again and again if he wants to go back and forth again.

The feeling of uneasiness about the boundless road ahead was something he had never tasted before.This matter cannot be discussed with the little uncle, and he can only rely on him to figure it out.Rong Zhuo thought about it, his future was uncertain, and he finally felt a little bit confused and helpless.

He didn't regret it—it is true that the joy of escaping from Beijing has been wiped out in the past half a month, and what is left is the consequences of arbitrary actions that need to be borne.What he regretted was that he knew that he had some things, and after all, he did something wrong.However, until now, there are some things that cannot be redeemed with just words.

He forced himself to be calm, tried to think carefully, and buried all kinds of worries in his heart.I just want to be more calm in doing things, and hope that in Rong Xuan's eyes, I can take responsibility.

But before Rong Zhuo had a clear idea of ​​where he was going, before he had time to pack up his luggage, an illness came first.

Rong Zhuo has always been healthy and healthy.These days, he has to take care of everything, and his nerves have been tense, but he has lost some weight.

Although the wound on his head was not serious, it was not so pleasant to be showered with rain after the injury.

At first, it was only some symptoms of wind and cold, but when I got up in the morning, I felt dizzy, with stuffy nose and dry mouth.It can still support it.

It got even worse at noon.

"Little uncle..." Rong Zhuo came in, hesitating and whispering, "I'm sick..."

Rong Xuan was fascinated by the raindrops falling from the eaves, he didn't look at him directly, and didn't know if he heard it.

Rong Zhuo held the door and waited for a while, seeing that Rong Xuan only treated him like nothing, without looking at him or asking a word.Thinking back to the time when I had a slight headache, Rong Xuan seemed to be worried about something, and he always took care of him personally.How often have things fallen on deaf ears.

Rong Zhuo was suddenly full of sadness, stood silently for a while, sniffed and tiptoed out.Hold on to make breakfast.Rong Xuan remained expressionless, and moved a little.On the contrary, his mouth tasted bitter and tasteless, and he ate less than Rong Xuan.

At night like this, Rong Zhuo was afraid that his little uncle would be hungry, but he was so soft that he had no strength. After struggling a few times, he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Rong Xuan unexpectedly brought him a bowl of ginger soup and a bowl of porridge, he ate it in front of him without saying a word, and walked away.

Seeing that his little uncle didn't completely ignore himself, Rong Zhuo felt a little happy, but also a little sour.Knowing that now is not the time to get sick, I reluctantly drank all the ginger soup.

It burned even more at night.The body is hot and cold, and the mind is dizzy.The whole person is like floating in the clouds.Not to mention the headache, a kind of soreness spreads in the bones, and there is no place in the whole body that is comfortable.

Rong Zhuo tossed and turned, gritted his teeth and endured the whole night, and finally survived until dawn, relying on the last bit of consciousness, he didn't know how he got into Rong Xuan's room.

Rong Xuan has already got up, the quilt on the bed has been neatly folded, sitting in front of the bed thinking about something.

Hearing the sound of him coming in, Rong Xuan looked up, not very surprised, but just looked at him inquiringly.

When Rong Zhuo saw him, he suddenly felt uncomfortable and could no longer bear it.He called his little uncle in a low voice, and staggered towards Rongxuan.

Seeing that his footsteps were flimsy, he was about to bump into himself.Rong Xuan instinctively reached out to block it.

"I'm sick..." Rong Zhuo grabbed his hand indiscriminately, and rubbed his face on the sleeve indiscriminately.Muttering that he was sick, he begged: "Little uncle...don't leave me alone..."

Rong Xuan tugged on his sleeve, but failed to pull it out, this action alarmed Rong Zhuo, and instead he held him even tighter.Rong Zhuo stopped talking, and stared at him blankly.

Rong Xuan saw that his eyes were burning red, and his eyes were a little dazed.Just looking at himself pitifully like that, feeling a little aggrieved and more trembling.After hesitating for a while, he reached out to touch the temperature on his head, it was already scalding hot.

Rong Xuan thought for a while, then sighed in his heart, got up and was about to go outside.

Rong Zhuo panicked, grabbed his sleeve tightly, and stood up immediately.He staggered, but Rong Xuan helped him up: "Where are you going?"

"I'll go get some water." Rong Xuan paused for a while, but still replied in a low voice, his voice was slightly cold, without the previous concern.

Rong Zhuo couldn't hear it at this time, he only knew that he was holding on tightly and refused to let go.

Rong Xuan had no choice but to drag him all the way to the courtyard to fetch a basin of water and bring it back.

Put Rong Zhuo on the bed and lie down, pull over the quilt and cover him.Rong Zhuo has been holding his sleeve.

Rong Xuan soaked the handkerchief in cold water, and Rong Zhuo tightly grasped one sleeve.It is inconvenient to wring out the towels.She couldn't help frowning slightly and looked at Rong Zhuo, about to let him relax.When he raised his eyes, he saw that Rong Zhuo was silently shedding tears at some point.

Rong Xuan was slightly taken aback, looked at him carefully, but it seemed that the whole person was a little unclear.Rong Xuan reluctantly twisted the handkerchief until it was half dry, wiped away the tears from his face, and put the wet handkerchief on his head to cool down.After he finished these things, Rong Zhuo also fell asleep in a daze.

Rong Xuan wanted to get up, but only made a slight movement, Rong Zhuo immediately opened his eyes, looked at him in panic, struggling to sit up: "Where are you going?"

Rong Xuan sat down silently again.

Rong Zhuo was worried, and held his sleeves tighter in his hands, and whispered: "I'm sick...don't go..."

Rong Xuan turned his face away, not looking at him.Just don't get up anymore.

Rong Zhuo woke up like this several times.Waiting for Rong Xuan to change the hot towel four or five times.This is a deep sleep.That corner of the sleeve was still tightly held.

Rong Xuan heard that his breathing was gradually balanced, and then turned to look at him carefully for a while.Gently go to pick up your clothes.Rong Zhuo frowned slightly in his dream and grasped even tighter, but he didn't wake up.

Rong Xuan thought for a while, took the dagger aside, cut off a corner of his sleeve, and still let him hold it.

When he got up to go out, Rong Xuan turned to look at him.Rong Zhuo was still in a deep sleep, unconscious.

Rong Xuan went to ask Uncle Yuan to come and ask him to take care of the sick Rong Zhuo.He asked if there was a doctor there.

"There is a doctor in the neighboring village, not far away, and it only takes about twenty miles to go back and forth." Uncle Yuan said. "I'm going to invite you now."

"I'll go." Rong Xuan stopped Uncle Yuan who was about to go out. "I happen to have some important matters, and I have to do it myself. Rong Zhuo will trouble your old man to take care of him for a day or two."

Although he speaks softly, he has a natural bearing.To make people obey unconsciously,

Uncle Yuan didn't expect any objection, so he agreed.Seeing him carrying a small package and leading the horse out, he didn't pay much attention.