Wrong Changhuan

The night was shrouded in coldness.

On the second floor of the inn, Chenyang bedroom.The furnishings are quaint, the candles are flickering, and the low-quality incense hides the musty smell brought by the humidity.

A small package was placed on the table.Everything is so simple, just like Chen Yang's personality.

Chen Yu helped to carry Chen Yang to the bed, and only when he let go did he feel the wetness and redness of his palm, he couldn't help frowning and said, "She...is seriously injured..." Then he clicked on the person who had closed his eyes several important points,

The Xuanyi is faint, and the bloodstains are not prominent.Chang Huan saw the wound clearly.

Every dish is for her.

When the bright red entered her eyes, it also entered her heart and moved her soul, which aggravated her anxiety at the moment.

"Chen Yu, go to the doctor--" Chang Huan looked at Chen Yang, feeling sore in his heart.

"Okay...I'll make arrangements now..." Chen Yu whispered something to a hidden guard standing outside the door, and the man quickly went downstairs after listening.

After Chang Huan finished speaking, he rushed out of the room and entered the bedroom next door, his hands trembling uncontrollably, looking for the Rejuvenation Pill, Golden Sore Medicine, bandages and other things in the package.

When Chang Huan went out with the things he found, he saw the waiter at the gate of Chenyang, happily weighing the reward silver he had just won in his hands, then put it in his arms and went downstairs.

An Cuo and Chen Yu were talking in low voices in the room, but when they saw Chang Huan, they both stopped talking.

An Cuo looked at Chang Huan, and said softly, "Stop the bleeding first--"

"I'm right outside the door, if you have something to do, please call..." After Chen Yu said, he looked at the bed again, and closed the door behind him.

An Cuo sat on the edge of the bed, loosened Chen Yang's neckline, and while exposing the wound, he immediately stopped his movements.

On the white part of the heart, in the very center, a cinnabar mole quietly fell.

That bright red point is like a boundless wilderness. After a long time, a red bead of loyalty has been condensed, which will never fade away.

According to the legend of the world, a cinnabar mole on the chest is a mark left by a person who was responsible for him during his lifetime.In this life, because of this mole, I will find the person who bears the burden and continue the unbroken love.

How can An Cuo not be surprised, she also has a cinnabar mole of this size, color, and location, exactly the same.

How could there be such a coincidence in this world?

An Cuo couldn't help frowning, and slowly pinched his chest and skirt, and suddenly heard what Chang Huan said that night.

Chang Huan said that although the tear mole at the corner of her eye is beautiful, but...I like you more...the cinnabar mole on her chest...

But right now, the same cinnabar mole on the person lying on the bed was glaring and bright red, like a silent mockery of her.

Chang Huan seemed to see An Cuo's uneasiness, and approached and asked, "A Cuo? What's wrong with you?"

An Cuo came back to her senses, and hurriedly said, "I'm fine--" As he spoke, he pulled back the skirt of Chen Yang's chest, carefully covering the spot that worried her.

She didn't want Chang Huan to see it.It's like if she can't see it, she doesn't exist.

An Cuo once thought that this cinnabar mole accompanies every throbbing of his, and it doesn't need to be engraved on the bones, it is enough to remember it.But now, there is another person who makes Chang Huan unforgettable, Chen Yang.

"Ah Cuo... Do you mind?" Chang Huan prepared all the things needed on the table one by one, and saw Chen Yang's long wound from his left chest to his shoulder.

Liu Shuangshuang's knife hurt her deeply.

"It's important to save people... Besides..." Besides, she is here to save you, so it's... I owe her.An Cuo said as he got up and walked to the table, lowering his eyebrows and eyes.

When An Cuo saw the distress in Chang Huan's eyes, he didn't dare to look any more.

She knew that the distress at this moment was not for her.

Chang Huan wiped the blood around the wound with a wet cloth towel, and when he was about to change to spirits to wash the wound, Fang turned his head and saw An Cuo handing over what was in his hand tacitly.

Chang Huan took it, frowned and asked, "Is this knife wound poisonous?"

An Cuo reassured, "Liu Shuangshuang believes herself to be the best swordsman in the world, poison...she doesn't bother to use it...don't worry..."

After hearing this, Chang Huan didn't feel relieved, he still moved his body nervously by the bed, and said softly, "Hold on..."

These words are for the people on the collapse.That tone, as if Chen Yang could hear it.

With trembling hands, along the long and mottled wound, he gently poured down the spirits, and the overflowing light red stained the fair and slightly delicate skin.

After Chang Huan wiped it lightly with a cloth towel, he slowly sprinkled the powder.

The man on the floor let out a muffled groan.

Chang Huan was both happy and frightened, so he hurriedly called out, "Chenyang—Chenyang—don't sleep...you open your eyes and look at me..."

What Chang Huan was afraid of was that, as Yang Yan once said, some people were seriously injured, and even after taking medicine, some people would be unable to wake up from a coma.

There was no sound on the bed again, and lifelessness returned.

As if thinking of death suddenly, Chang Huan's eyes were anxious and filled with tears in an instant.Enduring the great sadness, he continued to take the medicine, and kept yelling, "Chenyang—you must wake up...I order you, wake up...Did you hear that?"

An Cuo didn't say a word, silently helped her lift Chenyang slightly, and helped her tie the bandage carefully.

An Cuo doesn't know if all the feelings that are too easy to get have to go through these sad uneasiness and twists and turns.

There was no bleeding, no wound, but it was her greatest torture.

An Cuo took a deep breath, and said quietly, "Give her Huichun Dan..." After that, he went to find the tea on the table, poured a cup, touched it with his hand, and it was still warm.

Chang Huan did as he did, and saw that Chen Yang's eyes were closed tightly. Although he put the elixir into her mouth, it couldn't go in anyway. He hurriedly wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "She lost consciousness... .The medicine got stuck in my mouth and couldn't go down..."

"Use this tea, try--" An Cuo said and handed the teacup to Chang Huan.

The water flowed along Chen Yang's cheeks, to his neck and the bed.This trick doesn't work.

Chang Huan and An Cuo looked at each other, and at this moment they both thought of a way.

Just thinking about this method, one is full of guilt and has no choice but to do it; the other is full of shock and is powerless to stop it.

On the bed, Chen Yang seemed to be asleep, so quiet.It seemed that he hadn't finished solving his troubles in his dream, and his brows were slightly frowned.

That breath is as thin as a gossamer.

There was a constant thumping sound coming from his heart, other than that, Chang Huan couldn't hear any more sounds.

Chang Huan took a look at An Cuo, no longer hesitated, poured out a Rejuvenation Pill from the bottle, took another sip of tea, chewed it in his mouth, then quietly lowered his head, touched Chen Yang's thin lips, tongue Touch the jaw lightly and send the concoction over.

An Cuo watched all this happen with a dull face, and turned towards the door suddenly, not daring to look any more, but couldn't help but look back with a complicated expression.

With his half-open mouth, he swallowed the words he hadn't spoken.

What can I say, what can I say, what can I say? !

That's right, Chen Yang desperately saved Chang Huan, why should I not let her do all this.

That quiet scene caught my eyes, after all, my nose was sore, and my heart trembled in pain.An Cuo slowly closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and suddenly let go as if he had lost all strength.

She, it's just gratitude, right? !With this thought in his mind, An Cuo seemed to be asking himself, but also seemed to be trying to convince himself.

However, seeing that Chang Huan cared so much about Chen Yang, An Cuo felt that his heart had been torn in two, and that the perpetrator was also the master holding the two half-heart hands.And that person was An Mi himself.

An Miss was in a daze, turned her head and went out the door.

When Chen Yang was in a coma, he only felt that he was in a gloomy and vast ice field.

She looked around, but there was nothing but the endless cold and frozen snow.

No one, no sound.

The vastness swallowed her roar.

She was running hard, she wanted to see Changhuan, and wanted to return to her side.

But on the ice sheet, there is no way out, and there is no end.

Chen Yang couldn't feel his own heartbeat, couldn't feel a trace of warmth.

In addition to the cold, there is only loneliness.

Tired from running, Chen Yang lay on his back on the snow, looked at the dark sky, and suddenly thought, am I... dead?

Just as she closed her eyes, thinking that death was inevitable, a faint voice came from outside the sky.

Such a familiar voice whispered her name softly.

Then, she noticed a trace of warm breath on her face, with a faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Chen Yang tried his best, slowly opened his eyes, and regained a sliver of consciousness.

In the blur, from the corner of his eyes, he seemed to catch a glimpse of the person hidden in his heart.

The softness on the lips is so real and so irresistible.The continuous affection is like gurgling water, and when it enters the heart, it is like a turbulent tide and a galloping horse.

The bitter concoction entered his throat, together with the previous Rejuvenation Pill, swallowed it together, and at the same time, Chen Yang coughed lightly.

Chang Huan felt the person under him move slightly, then straightened up, and saw Chen Yang opened his eyes and was looking at her motionless.

"I, am I... already dead?" After saying softly, Chen Yang stretched out his hand and wiped away the tears on Chang Huan's face tremblingly.If not dead, why, the dream has come true.

Chang Huan smiled and wiped away the tears on his face, then grabbed Chen Yang's hand, leaned over and said, "You finally woke up...you scared me to death...I thought..." As he spoke, he couldn't make a sound, and said intermittently, "In the future... you are not allowed to say you are dead... I don't want you to die..."

Chen Yang's nose was sour, and there were tears in his eyes. A smile was still on his face that had already lost all blood, and he said weakly, "Without your order...I dare not die..." I can't bear to die.

Chang Huan pursed his lips and shed tears, and said, "In the future, you are not allowed to say you are dead... You will live a long life... You still have to protect me..."

"Okay--" Chen Yang made a solemn promise, and he was grateful to God that he didn't accept her this time, so that she would have another chance to stay by Chang Huan's side again.

Knowing that Chang Huan cares about her, Chen Yang has never felt so happy.

"Are you thirsty? I'll pour you some water—" Chang Huan got up and poured another cup of warm tea, carefully handing it to Chen Yang's mouth.

Chen Yang looked at the person in front of him, took a few sips, and felt that even if Chang Huan didn't do anything, he didn't need to say anything, as long as he could watch her quietly and be with her, it would be fine.

Even if she knew that Chang Huan was wrong, she would still be willing.

A heart that does not dare to ask for extravagance is humble to the extreme, but also loves to the deepest.

Perhaps, in this world, there really is a kind of love called silent companionship.

Perhaps, in this world, there is a kind of love that does not ask for a response, but simply wants to protect a person, to the end of time.

Chen Yu was guarding the door of the house. Seeing An Cuo leaving the door expressionlessly, he thought something had happened, and asked anxiously, "What happened? Where are you going?"

"You don't care!" An Cuo said coldly, and went downstairs directly into the empty backyard of the inn.

An Cuo's chest heaved rapidly, and with trembling hands, he drew out the sword beside him, and then swung and fought against Kong Wuyitong in a disorderly manner.

Emotions are like a broken dam, finding a gap to vent dissatisfaction.

The surge of sword energy startled several animals in the stables in the backyard, raised their heads and necks, neighed, and stumbled.

The only locust tree with a thick bowl mouth in the courtyard thinks it can grow green until the beginning of spring, and in the future, it will last for a long, long time.

After surviving the cool breeze in autumn and the frost and freezing in winter, most of the remaining green leaves were mottled and fell to the ground silently because of the sharp silver-winged purple cicada sword.

Then, as if he hadn't expected the sudden sword strike, the locust tree was broken in half, and there were a lot of startled sounds.

For just one night, there will be no glory in the past.In just one night, everything changed.

The innkeeper rushed over upon hearing the sound, and murmured distressedly when he saw this, "What's the meaning of this? Why is my tree getting in your way?" After seeing An Cuo's back, he couldn't help but yelled loudly, " This guest officer..."

An Cuo turned around suddenly, his eyes were red, his face was red and white, his nose opened and closed, he was panting rapidly, his palms were already sweating, and his sword pointed at the boss slightly trembling.

The innkeeper has never seen such a situation before, as if facing an enemy, he hurriedly retreated, "Don't...don't get excited...I...I don't care about it..."

Those who do business are the most able to know which is more important.He couldn't do it, but for a tree, he gave up his life.

An mistakenly heard it, and seemed to be awakened by this word, took back the sword, took out a silver ingot from his arms, and was about to hand it to the boss, only to see the man backed away one after another with a look of fear on his face.

An Cuo put the silver on the lid of a half-person-high water tank next to him, and said coldly, "This is compensation..." After that, he left the backyard and went upstairs.

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The author has something to say:

@罗神Please laugh and accept~ The so-called coincidence is not a coincidence.