beg for chivalry

Waking up early in the morning, the Jinjiang River was covered with white gauze fog.Before the smoke has risen, the Qingshi Street is damp and cold, and there are a few passers-by in straw sandals and black hakama walking sparsely, their quiet shadows cast in the misty rain and mist.

Wang Xiaoyuan hurriedly straightened his clothes, and ran out of the courtyard with Jinwu in his arms.He ran in a hurry, and only had time to wrap his young master in a cloak, the blood stains were not wiped off, and the blood stained his cheeks in shock.

While running, he shook the golden crow lightly, and called out in a low voice: "Young master, young master...!"

Naturally, the Golden Crow didn't respond, like a wooden man with a broken stick, trembling slightly with the shaking.Wang Xiaoyuan only felt that the front and back of him were soaked, the knife wound on his back was pulled and burst, blood dripped all the way.Last night he only felt that Jinwu still wanted to chat and laugh with him, but now he has no strength to breathe, his head hangs limply, he doesn't know whether it is life or death.

Wang Xiaoyuan was so anxious that he felt as if he was holding a piece of thin ice in his arms, which would crack if he moved a little bit, and it was still melting little by little into water.He yelled several times, but there was no movement.The Golden Crow looked up as if dead, the blue meridians on the pale neck were like dry streams, silently no longer agitating.

He first ran to the ward next to Wenshu Monastery, knocked on the door to wake up the doctor on duty, but was rejected by the person shaking his head.The patients in the ward are all refugees suffering from diseases, with sallow and emaciated faces, bumps all over their faces and hands, turning over on the bed muttering.

The monk and a few young monks politely invited him out of the temple gate, shook his head and said: "Almsgiver, please go to the medicine shop in the sick room first, the poor monk can't save this sick man."

Wang Xiaoyuan's heart went cold: "Why?"

Jali bowed his head and said: "The poor monk only has a little knowledge of medical skills, just now I went to this young master's acupoints, and the veins are thin and thin, and the blood from the epistaxis is very heavy, it's better to find a doctor to see it."

Immediately afterwards, Wang Xiaoyuan went to several medicine shops with a burning heart, and the doctors who tied medicine gourds on the door of the shops and greeted him with smiles saw the golden crow covered in blood. Get out of here.No one would dare to treat a tuberculosis ghost who was about to die just looking at it. It would be unlucky to die in a shop, and he would have to spend a lot of money to cover up his illness.

Wang Xiaoyuan moved around in a daze, his heart was half cold, numb to the point of discomfort.He didn't even dare to shrink his neck, for fear that he would catch a glimpse of his young master's gray face when he lowered his head.

Early in the morning, the sick center was besieged to the brim, the doctors in the hall were busy giving pulses, and the two medicine boys cleaned up the medicine cabinets, and made hot soup, washed their feet, and massaged for the sick.Wang Xiaoyuan squeezed through the crowd with difficulty, perhaps because the lifeless Golden Crow was really frightening, and after a while the crowd split up, and horrified eyes fell on the two of them.

Sitting in the hall was an old man surnamed Wu, with white beard and hair, dressed in a Gebu straight gown, with a Yin-Yang fish amulet hanging on his waist, carefully watching the whites of his eyes and feeling his pulse.Wang Xiaoyuan squeezed in front of him, and knelt down without saying a word.

"Doctor, please...save him."

Wang Xiaoyuan bowed his head very low, and bowed his body humbly.As soon as he lowered his head, he saw Jinwu's ruthless face, thin and fragile, like melting ice and snow, which will melt in a short time.The eyes of others fell on the back like needles, which seemed to be full of harshness and disgust.

Wu Langzhong didn't lift his eyelids, he said: "Get up, wait behind the house."

Wang Xiaoyuan's heart hurt like a knife, and he didn't lift his head either: "Old man, this is really a matter of life and death. I can afford to wait, but he... can't wait."

When he hugged Jin Wu in his arms, he felt the warm blood dripping from between his fingers, but his body gradually became as frozen as ice.At this moment, he actually missed the days when he was beaten and scolded by his young master. At that time, although the Golden Crow was always glaring at him, he was still alive, but now he seemed to have no breath at all.

The crowd jostled around in a commotion, as if they were dissatisfied with this stubborn intruder, straw sandals stepped past Wang Xiaoyuan one by one, and someone with a thorn in their belly kicked him fiercely on his waist and legs a few times.

Wu Langzhong didn't look sideways, and said slowly: "Do you think kneeling here can save his life?"

Wang Xiaoyuan gritted his teeth and said: "If it can save his life, why not just kneel here?"

"Even if you kneel on your knees for the rest of your life, you won't be saved." The old man sighed, put the pen on the porcelain pen holder, straightened his waist, put his hands behind his back, and walked to the side of the two.He squatted down, grasped Jin Wu's wrist, and checked the pulse for a while.When Fang entered the sickness hall, he knew that this person had already stepped into the longevity square with one foot, and he would not live long.

That's all, Wu Langzhong ordered the medicine boy to pack up some Dongdang and Huangqi, wrap them in paper together with the medicine for nourishing blood and nourishing qi, and took some fine cloth, and threw them to Wang Xiaoyuan.The old man turned his back on his back, with a worried expression on his face, stroked his beard and said: "Let's go, let's go! Up to now, there are only some warm and nourishing medicines that can be used temporarily. It may be more comfortable after decoction. If you really want to To save him, why not go to Jiulong to find a prescription in the Valley of Ten Thousand Doctors."

Wang Xiaoyuan quickly thanked him, grabbed the medicine bag, picked up Jinwu and ran away.

The first day appeared faintly from among the lush green trees in the alley, like golden scales flickering among the green leaves, and the light spots fell heavily on the two of them.There were two fan fans in the tea bureau. Wang Xiaoyuan bought a copper pot from them with broken silver from his bag.

He moved a bench and carefully leaned his young master against the table.The cloak was not tightly wrapped, and the skirts were loose, just enough for him to catch a glimpse of the red marks on the Jinwu's neck from last night's happy time. Against the pale skin, it was more like a white jade plum, and the crimson glow beside the clouds, it was a beautiful scene. .Wang Xiaoyuan hurriedly jumped up as if he was being burned, went to the copper pot to boil water, poured the medicine in the paper bag into it hurriedly, and boiled it.

In the curling green smoke, Wang Xiaoyuan leaned his back against the edge of the table and tilted his neck back wearily.The water mist emerging from the spout of the pot is like misty blue clouds, and it seems to condense into scattered white plums, and finally melts into the air like flying snow.He stared at the water mist, as if he saw the distant and winding Tianshan Mountains.A lot of his years and memories seem to have been stolen, and some of them have been lost and forgotten. The situation in the past ten years is more like Nanke in a dream.He is no longer Yu Qiuxia, but Yu Qiuxia is him again.

When the water boiled, he poured the medicine into the bowl.Jin Wu still closed his eyes, and his teeth were clenched.Wang Xiaoyuan touched the meridians on his neck and felt a slight movement.He mixed alum powder and salt, rubbed it on the root of the tooth, finally pried open the Golden Crow's mouth, and carefully fed the medicine.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Wang Xiaoyuan always felt that the Golden Crow trembled slightly when the little spoon was inserted into his mouth.

"Master... are you awake, Master?"

Wang Xiaoyuan asked tentatively, but after waiting for a while, there was still no response.

There was still some money in Shun's pocket, so he found a hotel with Jinwu on his back to rest for the time being.At this time, Wang Xiaoyuan only had fear in his heart, so he had no choice but to lightly put the Golden Crow on the couch, stripped off the bloody clothes, smeared the wound on the back with medicinal powder and tied a fine cloth.His young master was still covered in scars. Two years ago when they were traveling together, Yu Qiuxia caught a glimpse of him once, and he was instantly taken aback. Now when he looked at it again, he seemed to have grown a lot more, and became thinner and weaker.

After doing everything, Wang Xiaoyuan picked up the Golden Crow again.

Going downstairs and walking on Qingshi Street, everything seems to be familiar scenery, but it is extremely strange.When he was still in jade seeking flaws, he had traveled to Tianfu several times with Jinwu. The blue bricks and tiles and the blue sky were still the same, the beaded courtyard, the bitter green bamboo protruding from the gray wall, and the smiling weaving on the street. The bamboo hat, the old woman made of paper... He was remembering the past bit by bit.But every time I think about it, my heart becomes more bitter. The past is gone, but it's just a memory.

The golden crow lay on his shoulder, and the blue hair ran down his neck, scratching his skin flickeringly, a little itchy.Wang Xiaoyuan heard soft rustling noises, and when he was in a trance, he heard a faint whisper coming from his ear.

He turned his ears to listen, but found that the Golden Crow was close to his ear, calling softly: "... Wang... Xiao Yuan." He didn't hear clearly before, and because of his complicated thoughts, he only felt like the morning wind blowing into his ears, but now he was suddenly startled. Jue Jinwu has been calling his name softly since just now, over and over again.

"What's the matter?" At this time, Wang Xiaoyuan felt a little panic in the bitterness, and his heart hurt like thunder, he stopped and dared not move.

He didn't expect to wait until Jin Wu woke up, what he was most afraid of was that this person would not wake up from sleep.The sympathetic gazes of Jali and Langzhong had already fallen into his eyes, and he knew that it would be as difficult as reaching the sky to save the terminally ill Jinwu.

"...where am I...?"

"In Tianfu, I moved you out of the house." Wang Xiaoyuan's heart was fluctuating, and he was frightened when he heard the angry voice, "Is it still uncomfortable?"

Jin Wu had just drank the medicine, and was slightly refreshed in the pain, but still in unbearable pain, he shook his head slightly.

After a long time, he opened his mouth and said, "Don't...don't worry about me."

"No." Wang Xiaoyuan heard that he tried his best to calm the pain in his words, and couldn't help speeding up his steps anxiously, and forced a smile on his face, "I said I would save you, young master. If you let it out, it will be like splashed water. How can I get it back?"

Yu Qiuxia said this two years ago, but Jinwu didn't respond.The shoulders gradually felt wet, mixed with the faint smell of rust.Wang Xiaoyuan's heart tightened, and he hurried to turn around, but a pale hand suddenly hugged his neck tightly.

"Don't look back...Wang Xiaoyuan, don't look back." Seeing that he had no intention of letting go, Jinwu coughed a few times, and said in a raving voice, "If you turn around...cough, I'll blow your head off."

Wang Xiaoyuan felt like a stick in his throat, and felt that there seemed to be water on his shoulders and back, which was warm and sticky.

Jin Wu said: "Whatever happens later...don't look back." The arm on his shoulder was trembling, and Wang Xiaoyuan's heart was beating like a drum, and there was a loud thump. "I'm just...too tired and want to take a rest."

"Just... fell asleep." Jin Wu murmured, closing his eyes wearily.

As if a hand had suddenly grabbed his throat, Wang Xiaoyuan lost his voice.He didn't even dare to move, for fear of missing the sound of Jinwu's breathing.But that sound gradually disappeared, like a blown out lamp, and at the same time, a wet feeling spread on his back.

Qingshi Street was bustling with people, travelers and porters all cast confused and thorny eyes, because they clearly saw a young man carrying another person, standing in the same place with a pale face and slack-eyed eyes, while his feet were already falling. There was a pool of dark red blood.

Wang Xiaoyuan suddenly took steps like crazy and rushed forward.

What he was going to was the black and blue stone pile of the inn, and there might be a good horse tied there.He wants to get on his horse and go to the Valley of Ten Thousand Doctors with his young master on his back.The Golden Crow lay quietly on the back without any sound, Wang Xiaoyuan wanted to swallow his tears, but he couldn't cry anymore.

If he didn't look back, Jin Wu might really just fall asleep, and when he woke up, he could still scold him with vigor and glaring, and hit his head hard with his knuckles.They can still see each other as before.

Wang Xiaoyuan ran as if lost in spirit.

From beginning to end, he dared not look back again.