Wrong Changhuan

Nian Nian drove out of the lover's crossing, turned back into the car and asked, "Xiao Nuan, where are we going next?"

"In the city, Dong'an Hall Pharmacy."

Even though there is a cloak around him now, Chang Huan can still feel his right hand getting colder and colder.

It was the right time for Shenzheng, and the vendors in the wine shops along the street had already hawked ahead of time for the evening market. If it was a weekday, according to her disposition to join in the fun, she would definitely poke her head out to have a look, but right now, she has no intention, let alone power.

When the carriage passed by the largest Xunwei restaurant along the street, An Cuo, who had been here for tea and wine with his son Chen Siqi since the afternoon, happened to be chatting with his son by the window of the private room on the second floor, watching the passers-by along the street.The rest of the people present are in disarray.

If the prince hadn't forced her to go to this kind of occasion, she would not have come, but there is another Chen Sining in the Hou's mansion who is unreasonable for her hospitality, which makes her very distressed, and it is quieter outside.

The yellow uniform of Xie's servant girl is particularly eye-catching.An Cuo knew Nian Nian, and she always paid attention to the people and things around Chang Huan. When she saw that the carriage was heading towards the Dong'an Hall in the city, her heart twitched violently.

She knew that Chang Huan would not come out hastily if it wasn't for special circumstances.Especially if there is a tail behind it.

An Cuo whispered to Chen Siqi, "I just saw an acquaintance, let's go ahead." He briefly said goodbye to the four or five young men present, and went downstairs.

An Cuo had no possessions at this time, so he had to use the silver tael in his purse as a hidden weapon, quietly followed behind the two spies, and hit the Houfengfu acupoint of the two spies with one blow.I saw the two people fainted immediately, attracting passers-by to watch.

An Cuo took the opportunity to turn into the alley, and made a quick detour towards the Dong'an Tang Pharmacy.

When Niannian drove to the place, he took Changhuan to the medicine hall.Before Chang Huan could open his mouth, Brother A Ming, a boy at the medicine grabbing office, recognized Chang Huan at a glance. He ordered the waiter to lead the carriage outside the door into the backyard, and at the same time brought Chang Huan into the back hall.

When the door of the east wing of the back hall was pushed open, Yang Yan was discussing medical treatises with his friend Guo Huaian.This Guo Huai'an is the owner of Dongpingtang, and he is also a doctor. Although Yang Yan is ten years older, he admires Yang Yan's medical skills very much, and his words are full of respect.

When Yang Yan saw the person coming, he got up from the table suddenly, his expression was more surprised than happy, he knew that something must have happened.

Seeing this, Guo Huai'an hurriedly said, "I'll come to ask for advice another day, Brother Yang is busy first." As he said that, he went out very wisely.

When Chang Huan saw Yang Yan, he shed tears without saying a word.It was as if the grievances and pain accumulated before suddenly had a source.

Yang Yan only saw Chang Huan's face, and knew something was wrong, hurriedly helped her to sit down at the table, and asked anxiously, "Where is the injury?"

Niannian said, "Xiao Nuan's arm and hand were injured by the dagger." While speaking, he took off the cloak.

Yang Yan looked at Nian Nian scrupulously, and then at Chang Huan, only to see that the thing that caught his eyes was full of blood red, angry and heartbroken, before he could ask a question, Chang Huan choked up and said, "Uncle, how are you?" pain--"

After hearing this, Nian Nian couldn't see anything unusual on his face, but his eyes suddenly lifted.

This call of uncle made Yang Yan's heart almost break. At this moment, he only hated himself for not being able to take pain for her.

After all, Yang Yan is a person who has seen life and death and experienced great things. After taking a breath, he took out a bottle of medicine from his bosom, poured out a pain-relieving pill and gave it to Chang Huan, and then tied the scorpion in her hand. He untied the belt, looked at the wound, frowned at Chang Huan and said, "The wound is too deep, it must be stitched up." Then he told Amin, "Hurry up and prepare candles, gut, silver needles, spirits, and bandages." s things."

Seeing that Niannian was still standing on one side, Yang Yan said again, "Who is that... you—go help."

After oh every year, he was sent away, and as soon as he went out, he saw An's wife fell into the courtyard by mistake.Nian Nian asked suspiciously, "Mr. An?"

An Cuo pushed the door open as if he didn't hear it.

Chang Huan was startled when he heard Nian Nian's question, and when he looked up, he saw Ah Cuo. He stood up abruptly and reluctantly tried to put his arms behind his back, but it was too late.

An made a mistake and walked to Chang Huan's side, Yanhong hurt her eyes and beat her heart.With trembling hands, she carefully supported Chang Huan to sit up, but she didn't know what to say for a moment.

Chang Huan leaned his head on An Cuo's body, nostalgic for the smell that belonged to Ah Cuo, and it was clean with a trace of coolness.

An Cuo hugged Chang Huan in front of him with one hand, but turned his head away, his eyes were already red.

Chang Huan felt the slight trembling of Ah Cuo's body, forced an ugly smile from his tearful eyes, looked up at her, shook his head and said, "Ah Cuo, it doesn't hurt--"

Yang Yan sighed silently when he heard the duplicity but kind comforting words.

It's just that this sentence doesn't hurt, but it makes An Cuo's heart feel like a knife is twisted, and tears flow down his face.

People often say that ten fingers connect with hearts. It turns out that they are not only connected with your heart, but also with my heart.

All she wanted to do and could do at this moment was to get close to Chang Huan and kiss her tightly.

It seems that only a kiss can stop the heartache.

It seems that the only way to express your love, guilt and helplessness is to kiss.

They only had each other in their eyes, ignoring Yang Yan's existence.

This kiss was very long, but not enough to express my heartfelt feelings.

Seeing this, Yang Yan turned his face away, and rubbed his hands on his legs involuntarily. After all, he felt a little uncomfortable, and said, "I'll go see if they're all right." Then he went out.While walking, I felt that something was wrong. It was only embarrassing for parents to catch their children and kiss and make intimacy. Why did they do the opposite when they came to me.

Only then did An Cuo notice Yang Yan's departure, let go of Chang Huan, a tear fell down his cheek into the air, and then dripped onto Chang Huan's lips.

An Cuo bent down and gently wiped away the tears, looked at Chang Huan's soft trembling voice, and begged, "We don't want to be popular anymore, okay--"

Chang Huan shook her head with tears in her eyes, looked back at the affectionate eyes that moved her heart, and said, "It seems that what I want is a hundred-day red, but in fact, it has always been you, Ah Cuo."

An Cuo looked up, closed his eyes, and said, "You said it didn't hurt, but why, my heart hurts, it hurts."

"Ah Cuo, you said another love story, it's really nice - I like to hear it." Chang Huan ignored the soreness of his nose, squeezed out a smile, and said slowly, "For you, I am willing to do anything."

To love someone is to put all your heart and soul into it. If you share even a little bit, then the love is not complete.

Chang Huan is glad that he met the right person, who can fill his love with him, and let her give her his heart and soul without reservation.

How can love in this world make her not be nostalgic.

In this life, I met a lot of people, but I didn't make many friends, and even fewer had heart-to-heart talks. It was even rarer to be able to love each other.For this reason, she is grateful to God and fortunate to have met each other.

At this moment, she still doesn't understand what these four words, love is deep and lifeless, mean.

She only knew that without Ah Cuo, if Ah Cuo didn't love her, she couldn't survive.The so-called fate is just another meaningless excuse.And what is the meaning of living, she can no longer understand.

She only knew that it was Ah Cuo that had been fused into her bones and engraved into her soul.

Later, for the same reason, it was her fate to die young.

After Niannian and Brother Aming brought all the things Yang Yan wanted, several people gathered around the table. Yang Yan wanted to clear the place, but An Cuo didn't want to leave.

Chang Huan comforted her and said, "It's a small injury, it's fine, besides, with Yang Yan here, it's fine, you go to another room first." She didn't want Ah Cuo to see the wound, and feel sorry for her .Perhaps Ah Cuo had forgotten how to cry in the past years, but now, she only wanted to see Ah Cuo's smile.

Seeing that An Cuo didn't move every year, Chang Huan glanced at her again, then understood what she meant, and stretched out his hand to drag An Cuo out.

Right now there are only Yang Yan and Chang Huan in the room.Yang Yan silently made preparations, washed the wound with burning wine, burned silver needles with candles, and before suturing, Chang Huan was already sweating on his forehead and bit his lip. He said, "Is there any more powerful painkiller pills?"

Yang Yan raised his eyes and said, "You really think I'm a god. Who just insisted that this small injury is not a problem." Yang Yan looked at Chang Huan helplessly and distressedly, and found it from the medicine box. A roll of clean cloth towels was handed to Chang Huan's mouth, and he said, "Bite this--"

In the main hall of the backyard, Brother A Ming made tea early, but An Cuo and Nian Nian couldn't sit still at this time, and they didn't want to drink tea.

Niannian has been circling back and forth outside the door over and over again, and has many guesses about Chang Huan's identity in her heart, and this also explains her long-standing doubts.An Cuo stayed in the same place very quietly, without moving an inch.

An Cuo seemed to have thought of something suddenly, looked at Nian Nian expressionlessly, and asked coldly, "What's going on?"

I don't know An Cuo well every year, and I only met him once. Although I know that this person doesn't like to talk, the coldness and coldness in her bones make her feel a sense of alienation that can't go away, and she also has a sense of fear. .She couldn't see through this man.

And people, when facing the unknown, are always prone to fear.Just like the darkness, just like the "ghost" in the population.

Although Nian Nian is afraid of her, she also knows that her relationship with Xiao Nuan is not as simple as meeting her once.She could sense that Xiaonuan trusted the person in front of her.

Nian Nian just froze for a moment, and then told what she knew without reservation, but she kept what she promised to keep a secret.

The speed of suturing trauma cannot be rushed. This is different from embroidered purses. If it is stitched wrong, it can be taken apart again, unless the object of your stitching is your enemy.As for Lin Changhuan, Yang Yan put his heart on the tip of his heart and carefully cared for him when he grew up, so he naturally didn't want her to suffer any more.

Yang Yan saw Chang Huan turning his face away, with a nervous expression on his face, and he said while sewing without raising his head, "Tell me, what's going on?" Although he was curious about what happened, this was the only thing he could think of right now. A topic to divert Chang Huan's attention.

And Yang Yan sincerely admired himself in his heart, this diversion of attention was very successful.

It wasn't until night fell, nearly an hour later, that the work was done.He had more than 40 stitches on his right palm and more than [-] stitches on his right arm.

Yang Yan looked at his own work, and then said with a little relief, "Okay--" He wiped the sweat from his forehead and rubbed his neck, which took him a lot of energy.

This is very rare for a lazy person who never stands when he can sit, and never sits when he can lie down.

During the whole sewing process, Lin Changhuan didn't dare to take a look. Until now, he heard Yang Yan say, "Let's have a look, is the pattern satisfactory?" He said as if he was not satisfied, and he could return it and disassemble it and start over again.

Rarely did Yang Yan pretend to be relaxed and made a joke. Chang Huan stretched out his hand to look at it. The palm twisted and twisted like a big caterpillar was drawn. He couldn't help saying, "It's so ugly--"

Yang Yan didn't care, and said, "This is going to leave a scar. You still catch the sword with empty hands, why didn't you think about the consequences when you showed off?!"

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The author has something to say:

People often say that people in the rivers and lakes cannot help themselves.But I feel that people in the Jianghu are chic and unrestrained.

To be a human being is to be ashamed of one's heart, all troubles are but passing clouds, open and frank, how happy it is!