The seeds of crossing

There were bloodstains rubbing against the ground's shoulders.

Yuan Xiaoan poured out some of the liquid medicine, and tentatively wiped it on the wound cautiously. A bone-piercing coolness penetrated into his heart along with the liquid medicine. Yuan Xiaoan couldn't help shivering fiercely. Falling into the ice river in winter, even his lips were numb, he closed his eyes tightly, took a deep breath and waited for the medicine to pass.

The seedlings placed by the bed suddenly moved slightly.

After about half a quarter of an hour, as the coolness in the body gradually subsided, the original pain on the wound also gradually disappeared. Yuan Xiaoan turned his head to look at the wound in doubt. The bloodshot wound was slowly disappearing. It healed and returned to its original smooth appearance, and the bruises gradually subsided.

This medicine is so effective? !He touched his shoulder in surprise, is it so simple?

He picked up the medicine bottle again and looked at it over and over again, what kind of elixir is this?

He looked down at his legs, quickly poured some out and wiped them on his legs, the familiar coolness swept his whole body, his heart was pounding, as if it was about to rush out of his throat.However, this time, he waited for a full two quarters of an hour, and the coolness had long since dissipated, and his legs did not change in any way.

Yuan Xiaoan pursed his lips, tapped his unconscious calf, and laughed in a muffled self-deprecating voice: "Yuan Xiaoan, Yuan Xiaoan, you are such an idiot."

He rubbed his sweaty palms again due to nervousness: "Big idiot."

The candles on the candlesticks flickered, the candles that were not long had already burned to the end, and the candle light gradually dimmed.

Yuan Xiaoan put away the medicine bottle, lay down slowly, and covered his head with the quilt angrily.

Because of this, he didn't see that after he lay down on the bedside seedlings, the two buds curled up slightly, as if they were accumulating strength and rolled up to the roots, and then straightened instantly as if they were being bounced off, originally soft and tender. The rhizome stretched crookedly to a length of three inches, the whole body was emerald green, and the two young buds also grew slowly, growing into two thin green branches as thick as willow tips, with a translucent luster, slowly peeling off from the joints A few light yellow leaf buds tremble shyly like cicada wings.

In the thatched hut not far away, Guan Shan suddenly opened his eyes with his eyes closed.

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The night was heavy and the trees were full of shadows.

Guan Shan quietly walked to Yuan Xiaoan's bed.

The seedling changed as he expected, and seemed to feel his breath. The seedling moved slightly, and the two soft branches suddenly straightened, pointing to Guanshan defensively.

Guan Shan frowned and stared coldly.

The two branches flinched, twisted into one unwillingly, and fell in the opposite direction to Guanshan.

Guan Shan laughed dumbfoundedly, and turned to look inside the bed.

Yuan Xiaoan was lying on his back hugging the quilt, his brows were furrowed, as if he was not sleeping peacefully.

What had he just done to make the seedlings grow like this so quickly?

Guan Shan leaned over slightly, looking at the person on the bed with a little inquiry.

As if sensing Guan Shan's gaze, Yuan Xiaoan tightened his grip on the quilt, and slowly opened his eyelids.

"Drink!" Yuan Xiaoan took a breath and quickly woke up.He leaned his elbows against the bed and stood up, staring warily at the person in front of him: "Sir, what's the matter for visiting late at night?"

Guan Shan stepped back slightly to reveal the twisted branches, his face was incomprehensible in the darkness: "Why did it become like this, can you give me an explanation?"

Yuan Xiaoan saw the state of the seedlings through the gap made by Guan Shan, and couldn't help being taken aback.

"This is..." He propped himself up on the bed, sat up and leaned forward: "It's actually grown!?"

The branches that had been twisted into ropes were quickly loosened, and they shook slightly in satisfaction.

Yuan Xiaoan was amused.

"You don't know?" Guan Shan asked with a little doubt.

"It hasn't changed before I go to bed." Yuan Xiaoan looked up at Guan Shan: "So, why did you appear here?"

He thought of the changes in the seedlings, could it be... But, why?

"You haven't answered my question yet, what did you do just now?" Guan Shan asked again.

Yuan Xiaoan thought of the stupid thing he did before going to bed, and his face was displeased: "I think I don't need to answer you."

Guan Shan stared at the pale young man in front of him, his eyes suddenly caught a point, and he bent down to pick up the porcelain bottle he gave him.

"Have you used it a lot?" The porcelain bottle in hand became lighter than before.

Yuan Xiaoan blushed slightly: "You didn't tell me how much to use!" He snatched the porcelain bottle and stuffed it under the pillow, and the hand on the quilt subconsciously squeezed his leg.

Guan Shan noticed his movements, and after a short thought, he understood.

"This is just medicine for skin and flesh wounds. It can be seen that your soul did not come from here. Your leg must have been hit by a resentful spirit in one life, and was injured by the pain and resentment from the resentful spirit. It is not this Medicine can cure it."

Yuan Xiaoan felt a little embarrassed when his thoughts were not only easily seen through but also utterly stated, "Yes, Uncle Wang said similar things before, and since you understand it, what solution do you have? "

Guan Shan paused, then hesitated, "Are... are you angry?"

"……No."

It's not because I really did such a stupid thing, so I have no reason to vent my anger on others.

He concealed a slight smile: "Mi Shuai and the others said that you have profound skills, and you defeated Liu Yao today in three or two strikes. You must be well-informed."

Guan Shan carefully identified the boy's expression, and the hurt expression that flashed just now seemed to be just an illusion.

In his long past, he has also encountered several human beings whose souls were damaged by the impact of resentful spirits. Those human beings were either desperate or crazy, and they would not rest until they died.

And what about the boy in front of him?He couldn't help but think of that snowy night, the thin back of sitting in a wheelchair with a flowerpot in his arms for a whole night.

It is rare, he explained: "The matter of the willow demon is due to many factors, not just me. It is also thanks to the fact that the demon-suppressing talisman is only effective for spirits and the way of the willow demon is about to end. I can control it, even I can’t control it very stably now, so the two injections of your three-legged cat broke its effectiveness, next time, it may not be so lucky.”

Yuan Xiaoan stood up straight, what?Isn't it because of the improvement of one's ability!How cool was his action at that time!He also said so happily!

"Your leg is injured..." Guan Shan's voice changed: "The injury caused by love can only be healed by love, there is no other way."

Although he already knew that this was probably the result, Yuan Xiaoan was still a little disappointed when he heard it. However, when he saw the branches swaying in front of him, his mood eased up again.

"If it is said that I planted this potted flower for my legs, then what is it for, sir?" Seeing that the atmosphere was good, Yuan Xiaoan asked this question again.

"Huh?" Guan Shan seemed to be thinking about something, and Fang said coldly after a while, "I've said it before, being curious is not a good thing."

After all, without waiting for Yuan Xiaoan's reaction, he simply turned around and opened the door and left.

What is it... Yuan Xiaoan stared blankly at the gently closed door, feeling moody and angry.

He tilted his head to look at the flower pot: "So I'm more gentle and considerate, right?"

The branches nodded.

Yuan Xiaoan was laughing alone, and suddenly thought of something: "I should give you a name, so that we can communicate easily."

The branches are quite "waisted".

"Little flower?"

The branches swayed from side to side.

"Little Green?"

Shaking more vigorously.

"noob?"

The branches flutter as much as possible.

"Then what happened..." Yuan Xiaoan propped his chin: "It's so troublesome to name it, why not...Guan Shan?"

The branches twitched backwards.

"Hey, hey... just kidding..."

The next day, after packing up properly, several people set out on the road again.

While driving the car, Uncle Wang hummed an out-of-key tune, and his mood was as good as the bright morning sun.After seeing the seedlings grow up in the morning, he was very proud to beat Mi Shuai and Guan Shan. Although the last one threw fish bones all over him, and the other turned around and left before he finished speaking, but this kind of bet on the right treasure I feel really happy!

The atmosphere in the car was completely different from Uncle Wang's mood.

For some unknown reason, Mi Shuai seemed a little irritable, and the bell in his hand was twirling and jingling.

Guan Shan still closed his eyes and rested his mind, keeping away from strangers.

Yuan Xiaoan held the flower pot, looked at this, looked at that, shrugged, took out "Qi Men Dun Jia" from his side pocket, and continued to read the unfinished content in the morning.

In the slightly cramped carriage, the sound of jingling bells suddenly stopped.

Yuan Xiaoan tilted his head in doubt, Mi Shuai took a deep breath, got up and opened the door and went out.

Yuan Xiaoan sat up straight, looking worriedly at the closed car door.

"It's almost the twelfth lunar month." Guan Shan said suddenly.

"...Mmm." Yuan Xiaoan nodded, wondering why Guan Shan mentioned this.

However, Guan Shan didn't continue talking, he just adjusted his sitting posture, and the corners of his mouth curled into an imperceptible arc.

What do you mean... Yuan Xiaoan stared at Guan Shan, why did he keep talking in half?Does Mi Shuai's irritability have something to do with the twelfth lunar month?

Wait...Mi Shuai...Twelfth Moon...Cat...Winter...

"You mean Mi Shuai is in heat?!" Yuan Xiaoan widened his eyes and said in surprise.

The carriage suddenly jolted.

"Pfft ha ha ha..." Uncle Wang laughed unscrupulously.

"Yuan Xiaoan, shut up!" Mi Shuai screamed.

The carriage trembled violently.

Yuan Xiaoan shrank his neck reflexively.

"Heh..." Guan Shan smiled softly, opened his eyes, and his bright eyes were rarely full of smiles:

"It's not a good idea to mess with a cat that's fussy, especially if it's in heat."

Yuan Xiaoan felt his face heat up,