[Lu Xiaofeng] Hidden Forest of Flowers and Leaves

Hua Manlou returned to the bamboo forest with a serious face.He rarely keeps a straight face, because he believes that as long as he finds out the reasons for many things in this world, he will not be so easily disappointed, sad, or angry.

But now he was a little unhappy.

Talking about the reason for the unhappiness, it was just a statement from the boy when he said goodbye. "Never forget my friend" "When I go out, I will go to him".When Hua Manlou heard this, he was slightly shaken.He felt a trace of emotion that he had never tasted before. This emotion made him a little flustered, and he had to walk out with a straight face.

If we carefully discuss the name of this emotion, it can probably be called "jealousy".

At that moment, Hua Manlou wished that he also had such a friend.

It's not that he doesn't have friends.But his friends were too open and disinterested.He just suddenly longed for this kind of intimate and even sticky relationship.That is a feeling between two people that must never be shared like an outsider.

Hua Manlou stood in the bamboo forest with his hands behind his back.After a long time, I couldn't help shaking my head and smiling slightly.He didn't know that he still had such emotions, and even himself was surprised for a while.

It's just that this "jealousy" lingers in my heart for a while and then dissipates.Everyone has their own fate, why should you envy others?

Besides, the young man was going through pain, so it shouldn't be the time to envy him and her friends.

Hua Manlou coughed lightly.The wind in the bamboo forest was a little strong, and he felt a little cold.

Naturally, Huamanlou didn't need to tidy up the bamboo house by himself.Baili Chunhua's people have already cleaned up for him.Those people were so experienced that they told Huamanlou where many items were, and even took him to walk and touch them himself.

Hua Manlou was treated like a real blind man, and he didn't feel much dissatisfaction.He couldn't tell anyone that he didn't have to treat himself so carefully.Because in the eyes of outsiders, he is indeed blind.

The servants probably listened to Baili Chunhua's instructions, packed everything up and left quietly.

At this time, the evening wind was blowing in the bamboo forest, and the air became colder.Huamanlou stood facing the wind, and felt the breath of snow not far away in the wind.

He closed the door.

Huamanlou didn't need lights, but he knew it was night.He was "reading" a book while sitting on a bamboo chair, but coughed while "reading".Finally he had to put the book down.

It looks like it's really a bit cold.He undressed and lay down, and couldn't help but think of the ginger soup that the boy made.

When he woke up, Master Baili was sitting on the edge of the bed, with his fingers resting on his wrist.Baili Chunhua stuffed Huamanlou's hands back into the quilt, and said, "Seventh Young Master has caught a cold. It's okay, I will prescribe a medicine for people to boil and drink, and it will be fine after a few days of rest." .”

"Thank you." Hua Manlou's voice was a little hoarse.

Not long after, Baili Chunhua left the room.Only the servants were heard moving cautiously in the main building.After a while, a servant broke the medicine.After drinking the medicine, Hua Manlou fell asleep not long after.

He didn't know how long he had slept, and when he woke up, there was still darkness in front of his eyes.

Sensing someone sitting by the bed, Hua Manlou suddenly grabbed the other person's wrist.

"Who are you?!" he asked alertly.

The man struggled a bit, but he didn't break free, so he could only sigh: "Hua Man Lou, it's me."

Huamanlou recognized that it was the voice of the boy who parted with him during the day.

His hand loosened: "You...why are you here?"

The boy didn't back away, put his hand on Hua Manlou's forehead and tried it: "Sure enough, I have a fever."

Hua Manlou let go of her hand a little embarrassedly.

"It's just a fever, it's not a big deal." He said under the quilt.

The boy sighed again, got up and wrung out a cloth towel, and put it on Huamanlou's forehead.Then he poured another glass of water: "Do you want a drink?"

Hua Manlou nodded.

The young man helped Hua Manlou to get up and fed him water.It was rare for Hua Manlou to be taken care of like this, but now that he was taken care of by this young man, he didn't feel uncomfortable.

There were more and more strange feelings in his heart.

Seeing that he had almost drunk, the boy took away the cup.Hua Manlou grabbed the boy's hand again.

His eyes were as dark as spots of paint.But the young man felt that the pair of glasses gleamed under the moonlight, like black chess pieces, gleaming darkly.

"Do I know you?" Hua Manlou asked eagerly.

The boy's heart was pounding, beating faster and faster.

Hua Manlou asked again: "Do I know you?!"

The boy wanted to shake his hand away, but in the end he struggled feebly.Finally, he said, "Why do you think so?"

Hua Manlou frowned: "I shouldn't have known you, but all these feelings are so familiar."

"People always have dreams. What's more, you are still sick now. When you are sick, many feelings are inaccurate."

Hua Manlou shook his head.

He knew in his heart that this was not the case.

The boy moved his wrist again.Hua Manlou's strength finally loosened.The young man sighed, helped the flowers all over the building and lay down.

Hua Manlou became short of breath, turned her head away, and seemed a little annoyed: "It's getting late at night, Your Excellency, please go back."

The boy laughed: "How do you know it's late at night? Maybe it's daytime now."

Hua Manlou "stared" over.He didn't know if he still had eyes, but he tried his best to express this emotion.

"Okay." The boy patted the back of his exposed hand: "It's just a joke with you. Hua Manlou, why are you so sick that you act like a child?" The boy couldn't hide his smile: "It would be interesting if the brothers of the Hua family knew about this appearance!"

Hearing what he said, Hua Manlou was startled at first, but then heaved a long sigh of relief: "You really know me."

The boy said, "Aren't you afraid that I'll lie to you?"

Hua ManLou wants to start: "My feeling is never wrong."

The boy was very helpless, and after a long time he said: "Qitong, what should we do if the Baili monster gets angry?"

Hua Manlou didn't understand what he was talking about.

Only at this time did he notice that the servants placed here by Baili Chunhua were all pressed to their sleeping points and let out sweet breathing sounds.

He knew that all of Baili Chunhua's servants were masters.He had also heard the young man practice swords, and knew that he was not their opponent.

Hua Manlou suddenly snapped the boy's wrist.But the young man didn't hide, his wrist was numb, and he said with a smile: "Don't make trouble."

"how did you do it?"

"You're talking about these people." The boy looked back and said, "It's actually not my fault."

Han Ye's heart sank, but his tone was very relaxed: "Thanks to a friend."

Hearing the word "friend", Hua Manlou's expression changed, he withdrew his hand, turned his back and covered himself with a quilt.

Han Yexin didn't know why he suddenly became angry again, picked up the slipped towel, and changed the water again: "Qitong, I must not tell the Baili monster about my coming to see you tonight. You If you hate me, you want to kill me."

Hua Manlou frowned secretly.He had already noticed this during the day, otherwise he would not have moved out suddenly.

The boy sighed again: "This is the last fifteenth night. As long as we get through it, it will be much easier in the future."

Hua Manlou didn't understand what he was talking about.A cloth towel soaked in cold water was pasted on the forehead, which was very cool and comfortable.

Hua Manlou finally couldn't bear it, turned over and faced the boy.

"I always feel that you should be someone I know very well..."

Knowing that he can be angry with him unscrupulously.The boy's helpless look actually made his heart jump for joy.The teenager cared about others, and he felt uncomfortable.

Even though the boy said that they knew each other, he still couldn't think of anything about the boy.

The boy looked at him for a long time and said, "Qitong, if we don't know each other well, would you let me call you Qitong?"

Hua Manlou's expression changed, but he actually felt a little embarrassed.He pulled the quilt higher: "... I don't know."

The boy smiled.Although it can't be seen, Huamanlou can still feel it.It seemed that the boy's smile was something he was extremely familiar with.He could even picture the boy's smile in his still bright mind.

……strangeness?

"If you are so friendly to a stranger, I should be jealous." The boy said.

Hua Manlou was shocked by the momentary shadow in his mind.He seemed to "see" the boy's face.

"You..." Hua Manlou asked with difficulty, "How is your friend?"

The boy tilted his head slightly in confusion, then raised the corners of his mouth, and murmured, "So that's how it is."

He suddenly bent down and fixed Hua Manlou's shoulders with his hands: "Let me just say, even if you don't remember me, you don't have to speak so strangely. It turns out..." The young man lowered his head and laughed heartily.

He was originally sitting on a chair, but now he was sitting on the edge of the bed, the more he laughed, the lower his head was, the black hair curled around Huamanlou's ears.

Hua Manlou was stunned, his heart was beating fast, and he felt that he already knew the answer.

He remembered the teenager's constant emphasis on "he won't forget".Does the swearing-like words mean that the other person has forgotten?

"My friend...he's not feeling well right now. He seems to have a fever, and his brain is not working well." The young man's head could no longer be lowered, and the smell of his breathing made Huamanlou feel nervous.

"Why...why did he forget?" Hua Manlou asked.Although I have tacitly known that "friend" is me, I still don't have a complete sense of reality, so I can only use "he" instead.

The boy raised his head, but his hand was still on Hua Manlou's shoulder.

"Because of my illness. I was already dying, but he was willing to use his memory in exchange for me to live well." The boy frowned and said.

Hua Manlou smiled.There was a certain charm in his smile, which made the young man unable to look away in a daze.

"He must have been willing to do it. There was nothing wrong with his choice, was there?"

"...Yes." The young man bent down, full of enthusiasm.

This soft touch is not annoying.Instead, he was full of joy, hoping to go deeper.But Han Yexin raised his head.He doesn't have much time to linger here.