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31. Chapter 31

Yao Qiyun wanted to nod, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Feng Chengyu's eyes were full of love, the brown eyes were wet, and there was an unusually sad brilliance, as if as long as he nodded slightly, There will be tears coming out of the eyes, and they will fall down in a rustle.

"Well, forget it if I don't ask."

But he put on a generous smiling face and closed his eyes to rest himself.

Yao Qiyun's cold face changed slightly, and he pursed his lips: "Until your legs are healed, I can sleep with you."

"Really?" Feng Chengyu lifted half of his eyelids: "Don't force yourself."

Yao Qiyun nodded firmly this time: "Really." Don't force yourself;

"Qiyun, you are so kind to me!" Feng Chengyu smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely take the medicine you rationed for me to restore my body on time, and I won't ask you to waste too much time in the hospital...

In fact, I just took a dose of traditional Chinese medicine. Apart from not being able to grasp things, the stagnation in my hands and feet has been relieved a lot. This is something people with broken tendons can't even imagine! "

"Ah."

Yao Qiyun just responded with a muffled voice, and silently grabbed the medicine beside the medicine grid, and began to prepare the medicine for the next day in advance.

After the medicine was weighed, the broken medicine was poured into the white bowl, making a rustling sound.

Feng Chengyu also couldn't help but calm down, staring at him, suddenly there was a tumbling in his abdomen, and there was a slight gurgling sound.

"You are hungry?"

Yao Qiyun turned his face and asked, the sudden concern caught people off guard.

"Ah? That's right..." Feng Chengyu was a little stunned: "I slept for a long time, right? I am indeed a little hungry now."

Yao Qiyun had no expression on his face, as if he unintentionally opened the wooden food box on the corner of the table——

The meat and bone soup made from sweet dates is rich and tender. There is no explanation, but a discerning person can know that it is a soup that nourishes muscles and strengthens bones.

"It's very fragrant."

Feng Chengyu leaned over, took a sip, and was pleasantly surprised: "Did you make this soup yourself?"

Yao Qiyun didn't deny it, picked up a piece of milky white meat tendon with chopsticks, and brought it to his mouth.

The meat was full of strength, Feng Chengyu chewed it very chewy, and ate it uncontrollably.

Speaking of it, taking care of people is really more exhausting than fighting.

But there was an inexplicable warmth in his heart.Thinking of how this person took care of him with all his heart when he was seriously injured in Xianshan, a smile appeared on his always stern face——

He lived in Xiancheng for a long time, so he could have not followed to avoid the risk, but he did it anyway.Maybe this is the real "friend" that Master said?

Then, as a reward for his loyalty and kindness, it should be reasonable for me to try my best to take care of him when he was seriously ill.

He was analyzing himself, and the food box soon bottomed out. After feeding the last mouthful of soup, he even scraped the bottom of the bowl clean, not even a drop of soup oil fell.

"Have you had enough?" he asked.

"Well, I'm full...Qi Yun is really a good crafter!"

Feng Chengyu patted his stomach: "I've been lying down and feeling bored, why don't you take me out for a walk?"

The design of the medical center is ingenious. There is a fresh and pleasant Begonia grove in the back garden of the ward, which is specially for the patients to refresh and relax. It is a great blessing for the patients to get the long-lost Qingning.

Yao Qiyun looked at Feng Chengyu's expectant look, and couldn't help looking at the fallen flowers outside the window. Although it was late autumn, he still nodded and agreed: "Okay."

……

Seeing that half a month had passed, Feng Chengyu had received extremely meticulous care in the medical clinic, his limbs recovered very quickly, and he had reached the point where he could go to the ground, but he had to stretch out his hands for food after dozens of days. When the day came to open his mouth, he almost lost the ability to act.

Day and night are changing, the autumn wind is getting colder and colder, and the begonias are dying.

Feng Chengyu lazily leaned on the back of the couch, with his eyes lowered, looking at the person sleeping on the inside, his eyes gradually darkened to an incomprehensible meaning under the darkening sky outside the window.

Yao Qiyun has fulfilled his promise, and has been sleeping with him on the same bed and sleeping with him for dozens of days.

……

Resisting not to push away his arms around her waist, Yao Qiyun said angrily, "Sleep well."

……

"Hey, Qiyun, don't be like this... I know I'm wrong, hiss—it hurts!"

Rubbing his swollen and painful wrist just now, Feng Chengyu had a few teardrops in his eyes, and looked sadly at those sullen eyes.

In the past few dozen days of recuperation, Yao Qiyun has shown an extremely forbearing attitude towards many of his excessive demands.

It was the first time such a blunt anger act.It seems that this time it really annoyed him.

"Since you don't like it, then I won't do it. Don't be angry after the punishment?"

Coaxing softly, trying to calm his anger.Feng Chengyu showed him the red and bruised right wrist miserable.

Yao Qiyun caught a glimpse of his wrist that was turning left and right, and the beautiful ripples in his eyes that had been stirred up just now calmed down and became calm again.

"Your illness is already cured, and you don't need anyone to accompany you."

He suddenly changed his subject, looked at Feng Chengyu who was still clutching the hem of his clothes, pursed his lips, and said a few words coolly: "I'll move out to sleep."

Knowing that Yao Qiyun may have endured for a long time and wanted to move out, and his condition has improved a lot, and he can't find a valid reason to live in the same room with him, it seems that he really can't keep him.

Youyou sighed, Feng Chengyu pulled the quilt, and looked at Yao Qiyun who was getting out of bed with some disappointment: "Okay, if you insist on moving out, then I won't be too difficult for others anymore. Remember to find someone in the dormitory." The room next door is not far from here, so it’s convenient for me to have breakfast with you tomorrow morning—”

Yao Qiyun hummed inexplicably, glanced at Feng Chengyu who was huddled up in the brocade quilt, put on his clothes and left.

Stepping into the starry night, he opened the door lightly, and walked into the empty room separated by the crossbar.

This empty room is an extremely ordinary small residential room with a small area and poor sound insulation.

The brown vermilion wood of the mullioned windows is plain and without decoration, and occasionally the wind leaks in through the gaps in the wood, and you can faintly hear the swaying of dead branches with fallen flowers and leaves in the distance.The rooms between Ximian and Feng Chengyu are only separated by a thin wooden wall.

The creaking sound of the bed when the man turned over, the trampling of wooden clogs, and the sound of pouring water and drinking tea could all be heard clearly.

Yao Qiyun didn't fall asleep immediately, but lay on the bed with the quilt dry.Messy thoughts came one after another, making him rarely restless at night.

The white gauze silk curtains fall like fog, creating a peaceful and clean place.Yao Qiyun stared at the curtain, but couldn't fall asleep. He didn't fall asleep until the moon rose outside the window.The bed beside the pillow was not covered, and he had folded it into a square of tofu early on.

In his sleep, Yao Qiyun was still restless.In the nightmare, the scenes of swords, lights, swords and bloody flesh flashed in his mind again and again, disturbing his sleep.

Dressed in swaying red clothes in the forest, like a ghost, always drifting in front of my eyes unexpectedly.

At that moment of peace of mind, he couldn't tell what was going on.But subconsciously, he always felt that he could let go of his cold guard and get as close to that person as possible.

At this time, the night really fell, and everything was still.Only the first winter wind howled, like a dying beast, mournful and cold.

To cover up the faint murmur of countless nocturnal birds and insects.However, Yao Qiyun's spiritual consciousness blocked all natural sounds from the outside world, leaving only the clean ears.

The dream in my mind gradually turned into a thin spring, flowing in the ice-clear snow pool at the foot of the thousand-year-old Yaoshan Mountain.

The snowflakes were falling, and the surroundings were filled with white and cold air, but it was not a dead and cold silence.

The colorful red oriole fell branches and twittered tactfully, sending out beautiful notes that can only be found in spring.The spring and winter paintings and scenes were subtly integrated in his spiritual world.

Suddenly, there was a strange sound that did not belong to the spiritual world, which shattered the sound of the spring and the singing of birds.

32. Chapter 32

There was a "snap" from the next door, and there was the sound of a cup falling to the ground.

At this moment, the deep dream dissipated.The flimsy partition trembled almost imperceptibly.The door panel creaked and shook violently, and only a shadow of the wind passed by in the darkness.

"Feng Chengyu..."

Yao Qiyun stepped on a strange step, raised twelve points of internal strength and smashed open the locked door of his room, flew forward and dodged, his right palm darted forward, and grabbed the man by the neck——

But unexpectedly, he discovered that the assassin caught by him was just an extremely weak woman, her neck was stuck and she couldn't breathe, her hands were drooping, and a few silver needles slipped between her fingers coated with Kodan.

Originally, it was only one point away, but the silver needle had pierced into Feng Chengyu's big acupoint.

She scolded hoarsely: "Why do you help him again? A heartless guy like him should be punished as he should!"

Yao Qiyun remembered this person, she was the woman who was going to spend the night at Feng Chengyu's house that night.

Dressed in dreamlike purple clothes, because of the entanglement of ambiguous love, almost ended Feng Chengyu's life with a silver needle hidden in a mechanical fan, and when he left, he threw down a vicious oath.

Yao Qiyun didn't let go of her slender neck, and replied coldly: "You can't hurt him."

Sheng'er gritted her teeth, her little face flushed, but she had no intention of shrinking back.

"Forget it, Qiyun, let her go." Feng Chengyu straightened the nightgown that was messed up by the surprise attack just now, and suddenly said, with some helplessness in his voice.

Sheng'er was still stubborn: "Smelly man, I don't need your sympathy!"

Yao Qiyun just wanted to teach her a lesson, not really trying to get serious.

The five fingers were loosened, and the neck that had been pinched and almost broken finally took a breath.

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