Wu Yu

They sent away a big Buddha, but they didn't feel relaxed. They seemed to have returned to the way they had just come to Fanzhen. After learning the truth, the people no longer smiled as usual, and even had a hint of hostility.

Some sensible people know that it is difficult for them, and they will say a few words of comfort, but this is a minority after all.

Xie Lingyu calmed down after what happened to Ah San, and was no longer disturbed by people like before, but now there are people picking quarrels and provoking trouble almost every day, and people in Zhenxi have died one after another.

The doctor in the attic was soaking in medical books step by step, but Xie Lingyu knew that they were the most stressed. The irritable gangster doctor hadn't lost his temper for many days, and the old doctor had more white beards. They didn't say it on the surface, but in their hearts I am more anxious than anyone else.

Xie Lingyu gradually got busy. Several severe plague areas in Nanling had been brought under control. Their people had already gone to the plague area. After the initial stage, things would be much better later on.

All beginnings are hard.

Xie Lingyu and the others get up earlier than chickens and go to bed later than dogs. After a few days, they lose weight and their chins are covered with green residue, so they have no time to take care of them.

These days are depressing and dull. The people and officials maintain a delicate balance, and they seem to be waiting for the moment of the outbreak. Fanzhen is the same as before, but it is still different after all.

Xie Lingyu's eyes were blue, and his brows revealed exhaustion. He had just got onto the wooden chair and was about to drink tea slowly, but there was no one following him, so he was inexplicably deserted.

Qingqiu Jue was in the west of the town, discussing with Lu Hui how to bury the dead people. He was so busy these days that there were loopholes in some places, and Qingqiu Jue followed behind to fill in the gaps.

Xie Lingyu was in a trance, and took a sip of the warm tea. A servant came trotting over. He was already used to it, and he skillfully put down the teacup and stood up, ready to deal with business.

But the boy said in a nasty way: "My lord, my aunt is gone..."

"Bang—" The teacup was slammed onto the wooden table, and the splashed water dripped down the edge of the table. Xie Lingyu ignored it and hurried to Zhenxi.

The aunt was the old woman who let him rest when he first went to Zhenxi. Every time Xie Lingyu went back to visit, the aunt looked at them lovingly and greeted them with a smile.

In fact, he knew that the aunt's body was weak, and now she was getting worse day by day, and he was prepared in his heart, but the moment the news came, the pain in his heart was still so strong.

----

The courtyard in the west of the town.

As soon as Xie Lingyu arrived, he heard heart-piercing cries. The screams were piercing and mournful, as if they could pierce the softest part of the heart. He paused, but only hesitated for a moment.

What Qingqiu Jue said that night flashed through his mind, Xie Lingyu caressed his heart, and found that it was really calm, he took a breath and stepped on the threshold.

There were only the aunt and her relatives in the simple house, and the two doctors couldn't bear to look away and shed tears secretly. They didn't dare to leave the aunt in the previous place, lest other people infected with the plague would lose their lives.

The aunt was covered with a quilt and covered with a white cloth. The son and daughter-in-law lying beside her seemed to be deeply in love. The mourning expressions of the two seemed to make people sympathize with it, knowing how painful it was. heart.

Xie Lingyu had a sore nose, and walked slowly over. He stood aside, not disturbing their final farewell, and only looked at him when the two of them recovered.

Xie Lingyu thought they would scold him for being incompetent, and lowered his head to be scolded, but they were only silent for a moment, and their faces were really tired of expressing, his son said softly: "Mother said it is not easy for you, and you don't have to." Guilty."

Xie Lingyu clenched his fists, and heard the son choked up in a low voice: "Mother also said that she liked to go to Luomei Mountain to chop firewood... let's cremate her there."

Xie Lingyu raised his head, trying to fade the sour feeling, he patted the aunt's son, and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

The word cremation stabbed Xie Lingyu hard. He seemed to see Ah San rushing into the flames. It turned out that the people had listened to what Ah San said that day. The aunt and her children wanted to use this method to ease the current situation. stiff situation.

Xie Lingyu comforted them a few words, and sent someone to send them back.

"The coming year will be another scene."

Xie Lingyu watched the young man carry away the old lady's body, and stood there muttering to himself.

For the cremation on Luomei Mountain, most of the townspeople came. Everyone watched the flames raging in silence, their eyes warmed by the dancing flames.

The aunt's son and daughter-in-law didn't come that day. It was her grandson who came. His name was Qi Lang. To grandma.

When Xie Lingyu carefully handed him the porcelain containing the ashes, Qi Lang stared blankly, his eyes turned red, and he turned his head for a while and said, "Master, let her be scattered in Luomei Mountain, grandma loves to hang around... don't keep her in that small place." place."

But since the aunt got sick, she didn't have the chance to go out for a walk, and stayed in the same yard with everyone all day long.

At that time...

Xie Lingyu's hands were suddenly clenched, and he lowered his head and said, "Okay."

Qi Lang shook his head, and left with red eyes. Xie Lingyu stood alone in the forest for a long time, looking down at the inch of land under his feet.

"I'm sorry." Xie Lingyu whispered.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of steady and powerful footsteps came, Xie Lingyu saw two more boots, and he didn't raise his head, or dare not raise his head.

A sigh came from the top of his head, Xie Lingyu's jaw was stuck, and he forced his head up. Tears swirled in his eyes, as if he wanted to cry but held back, looking pitiful.

Qingqiu Jue unconsciously let go of the strength in his hand, and helplessly wiped him with his sleeve, "Why do you always cry?"

Anyway, he is the eldest son of the prime minister's mansion, so it's not proper to cry all day long.

Xie Lingyu was holding back his tears at first, but now he seemed to be touched to a certain point. He cried with his mouth puckered, but didn't make a sound, just like a child angry, crying ugly and funny.

Qingqiu Jue even laughed, his voice was filled with unknowing tenderness, "Don't cry."

He naturally knew that Xie Lingyu was feeling uncomfortable. When it came to tactics and tactics, Xie Lingyu could be said to be slick and quick-witted, so he wouldn't have any soft-heartedness.

But now Xie Lingyu sent away the common people he wanted to protect, and what he was crying about was his own incompetence.

Xie Lingyu's grief came from his heart, as if he had found an outlet to vent, he rushed forward and hugged Qingqiu Jue, crying so unremarkably, he simply broke the jar.

Qingqiu Jue didn't smile this time, there was an indescribable feeling in his heart, he lowered his eyes so that no one could see his emotions, but his hands tightened a little bit, and he pulled Xie Lingyu into his arms.

It seems that something important is breaking out of the ground, and the breeze in the forest can't blow away the dryness.

Qingqiu Jue suddenly took a deep breath, buried his head in Xie Lingyu's neck, and said with a bit of self-denial in his tone, "Don't cry."

The hearts of those who cry are confused.

Fortunately, Xie Lingyu didn't make him ponder any more, and soon stopped crying. As the evening approached, the clouds dyed the sky in a warm color. They scattered the ashes on Luomei Mountain, and then the wind blew up and swept over every corner .

The imperial decree from the capital finally came late, and Xie Lingyu wrote back to explain everything. Day by day, the relationship between the common people and the officials was like fire and water, and I was afraid that this fragile peace would be broken in the next moment.

Xie Lingyu was visibly haggard, and all internal and external affairs had to go through his hands. Sun Qian had already controlled Nanling City, and the plague in various places had been greatly alleviated.

On this day, there was another wave of small riots in the town. Xie Lingyu didn't know at first, but he slowed down because the servant had slipped his mouth. The servant stammered and tried to cover it up, "Yes, also It's not a big deal...Young Master Qing also wants to help..."

Everyone knows that Xie Lingyu's entourage is more like a bosom friend. He is shy in nature, but has a flexible mind. He has helped a lot, and he will not harm others. They are also willing to listen to this Young Master. .

Naturally, Xie Lingyu didn't believe it, and after some pressing, he found out that Qingqiu Jue had helped solve many trivial matters, and it was because of this that he was able to breathe when he was so busy.

He has no fewer things than himself, but he seems to be okay every day, but it seems that there are traces to follow. Some neglected details are recalled again, and Xie Lingyu has mixed feelings in his heart.

A warm feeling melted in his heart, and his heartbeat was showing his existence. In the end, he could only sigh lightly. Such concealment made him unable to get angry.

"That's it."

After a long time, he flicked his sleeves, turned around and asked the little servant where Young Master Qing was, and went straight there.

attic.

Through the half-opened window, Xie Lingyu saw Qingqiu Jue holding a medical book in his hand, surrounded by a circle of doctors, Lu Hui also came from Zhenxi for the first time, and seemed to be talking about something.

He quietly watched the bustle and bustle inside, stopped for a moment, and his eagerness eased. Xie Lingyu almost focused on looking at the handsome figure in the crowd, and for some reason suddenly felt a little embarrassing in his heart.

The steps he took slowly retracted, he did not step forward to disturb, but left quietly by himself, and the blue clothes flickered past the corner.

The next moment, Qingqiu Jue raised his head from the medical book, and glanced there vaguely.

The vines stretched along the west wall of the town to the roof, but there was no time to take care of it. The dangerous period of the plague came quietly, and the people who couldn't make it through fell asleep one after another. .

Green scum grew on Xie Lingyu's chin, and the melancholy between his brows lingered. Qingqiu Jue didn't see anyone all day long. From the first time he didn't come home at night, and then he lived directly in the attic, Xie Lingyu looked at it worriedly. , I didn't care if it looked okay.

After half a month or so, the imperial court arrived at Nanling City slowly, and sent Lu Zhifu and Nanling City Lord to the prison. There were complaints in the city, and storytellers satirizing the current emperor can be seen everywhere. After a round, they won a lot of applause. Even the children sang The immature tunes are all insinuating the incompetence of the imperial court.

They are far away in Fanzhen, but they can hear some gossip, so they should just listen to it and make no comment.

Fortunately, the gloomy dark clouds finally dissipated, and a brighter light poured out. They had worked so hard and had long forgotten what it was like to have a night without dreams. They only knew that it was difficult to fall asleep after tossing and turning. Here comes a prescription soaked in countless painstaking efforts.

That morning, most of the people in the town were woken up.

Crying and laughing hoarsely came from the attic in the town, it was very noisy, and the candles that had been on all night were quietly extinguished amidst their roars.

Dawn has come, the sky is breaking.