Chasing Husband Diary

When Mo Che was leaving, he quietly put the dagger at the door. Yu Fu saw it, thought about it, and without telling Yinyue, secretly took it in and put it in the box.

No matter what, it was someone's good intentions. His hand was scratched because he was careless. No wonder others were on the top. It was Yinyue who was too worried about him, made a big fuss, and made Mo Che suffer so many cold faces. I'm very sorry.

Mo Che's demeanor looks very bad, he looks like someone whose soul has been robbed, he didn't say anything, but as a doctor, he can't fail to see it, although Taibai jumped out on his own initiative, but in fact, he is the one who has become sick from lovesickness the one.

Heart disease is not a serious thing. If you look at it, you will be unscathed. If you are stuck in the quagmire and can't get out, hurting others and yourself, it will also kill you.

Yinyue had something to leave early in the morning, and she left in a hurry, she only said that the master was looking for him, and after giving some instructions to Yufu not to leave the small courtyard, she left in a hurry, not even having time to accompany him for breakfast finish eating.

Mo Che stood outside the door all night, blowing all night in the wind and snow, he was reluctant to leave, wanted to see Yu Fu for the last time before leaving, but he never thought that he and Yinyue were reluctant to say goodbye, and they were inseparable .

They are like an ordinary couple. The husband is full of affection before leaving, and the wife sends each other off with soft words. They are a perfect match, making people jealous.

Mo Che saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart.

All of this should belong to him, but he handed it over to others. It's all because he is incompetent and didn't protect him well. If he could do it all over again, he would never go against the Emperor of Heaven, and he would honestly inherit the throne, Jiangshan, Beauty, why don't you worry about it?Why bother to be stubborn for a while and let Yu Fu suffer all the suffering in this world.

In the final analysis, it was all the fault of being young and frivolous.

His heart was twisted like a knife, he couldn't watch it anymore, wanted to leave but couldn't move, so he hid behind a tree, watching all this quietly, his heart was bleeding silently.

After sending Yinyue away, Yufu fiddled with herbs in the yard for a while, the cold wind made his nose and face blush.

The book boy came out with a hand stove, put it in his arms, and put a thick cloak on him, which was fluffy, covering him completely.

He boldly took away the book in Yu Fu's hand, jumped around beside him, puffed up his face, and said something with a dissatisfied expression, too far away to hear.

Yu Fu smiled helplessly and nodded.

The book boy smiled happily, and led him into the room. After a while, he came out again, and took the dagger he had left at the door.

After waiting for a long time, no one came out again.

Just as he turned around and was about to leave, the wooden door creaked open, and Yu Fu's voice sounded behind him, calling him softly, "Mr. Mo."

There was a gleam of light in Mo Che's empty eyes, he looked at him eagerly, and said dryly, "Doctor Yufu, do you have something to say to me?"

At this moment, he is an eagle that is about to die in the desert, unable to fly anymore, and Yufu is his life-saving water, his lifeline, no matter what he says, as long as it is his voice, it can give His world brings the only hope.

He just wants to hear him talk, everything is fine.

Yu Fu was stunned for a moment, smiled slightly, nodded, and shook his head again, as if he was a little conflicted.

He took out a cloth bag from his sleeve and opened it. Inside was the forget-sorrow plant that Yinyue brought back from the back mountain. It seemed to be much fresher. Last night he soaked it in potion all night.

"Young master?!" Shutong called him in surprise, and stretched out his hand to stop him, but Yu Fu blocked him.

He was in pain, pouted his mouth unhappily, and muttered, "This thing is so precious and hard to come by, why do you give it away casually? I think he has a lot of strength, and he only makes trouble for you. It’s not like a sick person, what do you do with this thing, it’s better to keep it for yourself.”

"Little boy." Yu Fu frowned slightly, and reprimanded softly in dissatisfaction.

The bookboy shut up and didn't speak.

Yu Fu handed the Forgetfulness Grass to Mo Che, and said with a smile, "I think you may need this thing, the twisted melon is not sweet, it should be broken, but it will be disturbed by it, and emotional matters can't be forced. There are some things, son, let’s take it easy."

Mo Che stared at his hand without moving.

Those hands were fair and slender, with well-defined joints, and they were very beautiful. He had been careful about distracting thoughts, and had a lot of thoughts that he shouldn't have about those hands, and had some shady dreams.

The weather was too cold, his skin became paler, and his fingertips were slightly red, which made people feel sorry for him, and he couldn't help but want to put him in his arms to keep him warm.

"Thank you."

With a hoarse voice, he lowered his head, took the warm forget-sorrow grass from Yufu's hand, and held it carefully in his palm.

After going back and forth, the cool fingertips inadvertently slid across the warm palm, like a mustard seed falling on the withered grass in the desert wasteland. It seemed inconspicuous, but it ignited the entire grassland with the vigor of destruction. , no one was spared.

Yu Fu quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded.

Mo Che looked thoughtfully at the forget-sorrow grass in his hand, lightly rubbed the smooth surface, and twitched his fingertips, recalling that heart-warming temperature.

In Yu Fu's mind, he is just a patient who comes to seek medical advice, no matter how precious the medicine is, it doesn't matter if it is used on him.

He didn't refuse, even if he was reluctant to use it, it's good to keep a little imagination, he guarded this meager kindness, numb himself, enough to live for a long time.

The book boy came out with a basin of water, and it slammed down in front of him, melting the snow all over the ground, splashing a little on his black robe, smearing dark traces.

He didn't have time to hide, and he didn't want to hide. He looked at it blankly, as if he had lost his heart, and it had nothing to do with him.

"Mr. Mo, since it is my son's wish, you just accept it and leave here quickly, lest Mr. Yue come back to see you, and it will be unsatisfactory."

The book boy raised his voice and yelled at him angrily, and the basin in his hand was knocked loudly by him.

Yu Fu frowned, as if displeased with Shutong's rude behavior, but he just glanced at him and didn't say anything.

"I'm leaving." Mo Che looked at him deeply, with dark eyes, and said in a low voice, but the few words seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, hoarse and unpleasant.

Yu Fu was taken aback, and nodded.

"You have to take good care of yourself." He urged over and over again.

I will come back to see you, this sentence lingered on the tip of my tongue, but I didn't say it.

Yufu just nodded.

Looking at Mo Che's leaving figure, he felt a emptiness somewhere in his heart, an indescribable melancholy.

One must not have the intention of harming others, and one must not be without the desire to be defensive. Although he felt that Mo Che would not harm him, since he appeared, his life has never stopped, breaking his peace. No wonder Yinyue disliked him in various ways.

Holding the dagger in his hand, there was a sense of familiarity that he had never had before, which made him feel a little scared.

He thought for a while, put the dagger into the box, and covered it with a pile of books.

To put it bluntly, it's just self-deception.

Strange to say, as soon as Mo Che left the small courtyard, the snow stopped in a short while, as if someone did it on purpose.

In the past few days, there have been a lot of people at the foot of the mountain. On weekdays, the hotel where there is no one for ten days and a half months is overcrowded.

There must be a reason for the abnormality. Mo Che slowed down and did not go far. Instead, he stayed at the foot of the mountain to find out what happened.

He is not interested in human affairs, but this place is too close to where Yufu lives. When passing by, he vaguely heard some people talking about the name of the genius doctor, and his intuition told him that these people came for Yufu.

People's hearts are complicated, listening to the wind is rain, and it is the easiest to be used as a sharp weapon for killing people. He is not at ease, and plans to wait and see for a while to ensure that Yu Fu is safe and sound before returning to the heaven.

There are Si Ming and Tai Bai in the palace, and there is no change in the Yaozu for the time being, so he doesn't need to show up in person, he can stay by Yu Fu's side with peace of mind.

This waiting really made him see some clues.

These people at the bottom of the mountain, men and women, old and young, were indeed here for Yufu, most of them admired the name of the miracle doctor, and came to seek medicine and had nowhere to go.

It's a long story.

In the past three days, the people in the villages below the mountain frequently contracted strange diseases. At the beginning, they were itchy all over, their skin was blushing, and there were rashes of different sizes, which looked like smallpox. It was difficult to walk, the pain was unbearable, there was no cure for medicine and stones, and eventually his body festered and died.

The disease is like a plague, spreading from person to person, and its spread is unstoppable like a raging fire.

In just a few days, people suffering from this strange disease appeared in every village under the mountain, so that everyone was in danger and lived in panic.

At the same time, some people said that the miracle doctor Yu Fu's skillful hands can rejuvenate the dead, and the flesh and bones can cure this strange disease.

I don't know where this remark came from, and it spread in all directions, like a whirlwind of clouds, word of mouth, from the old man with the hair down, down to the three-year-old child, all of them traveled thousands of miles, came here for the name, and regarded Yufu as the only one. Life-saving straw.

However, Yufu in the vortex is still unknown to everything.