Duan Zhishaohua

Duan Shaohua is not sober, his whole body seems to be sinking in the sea, and his intuition is full of ups and downs, floating erratically.

It has been like this for several days, he is groggy, his eyes are half-opened and half-closed, the surrounding seems to be noisy, but also seems to be clean.He tried to hear the voice clearly, to open his eyes, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make it.

He couldn't use his whole body, and someone in the mist delivered the medicinal juice to his mouth, and the sour and bitter taste entered his stomach, which made him even more spiritless.

After a few days and nights of change, I tasted the sweet and sour tastes all over again.I don't know if it's a hallucination or not, it's obviously not that clear, but the ears fluctuate from time to time, and it's actually sighs.

He couldn't tell the difference, and he didn't know the way.The sun rises and the moon sets, whenever and wherever, it is nothing but darkness to him.

He still doesn't know how many days have passed, until the day when he can truly open his eyes completely, it is already a high bed with soft pillows and a gorgeous roof.

This is the real confusion, Duan Shaohua blinked, as if he had gone around the world several times.

He tried to sit up, but his wrist was so weak that he couldn't support any weight at all.

Someone beside the bed soon poked his head over and said in a crisp voice, "Master, are you awake?"

Duan Shaohua stared at her in bewilderment, as if he couldn't see clearly, it took him a long time to say a word from his throat, "Where is this?"

The servant girl was stunned for a moment, and said slowly: "This is Prince Jing's mansion, is there something uncomfortable, young master?"

Now, after hearing the words "Prince Jing's Mansion", Duan Shaohua didn't react much, instead he smiled lightly, that's how it is.

He lay down again, feeling extremely tired just after waking up.But when I wanted to turn over, I only felt pain.

As the day came, he did not forget what he had done before he passed out, and he dared not forget the tingling reminder.

It has become a fact, and there was indeed an impulsive element in it at that time.But the matter has come to this point, and I can't regret it, let alone regret it.He thought about marrying a wife and having children, and about having a happy family, but it was all gone as soon as Pei Jing appeared.Now, it's just so bad.

Duan Shaohua felt exhausted, and after the severe pain settled down, his heart melted like ashes.It has come to the present, whether it is good or bad, there is nothing that cannot be dealt with.

He closed his eyes and took a rest, regardless of the maid beside the bed asking him how he was, completely speechless.

When night fell, the house was warm and the fire was on, and the maid who was guarding the bed prepared soup and water, just waiting for Duan Shaohua to get up and eat it.

Although he loathes this Prince Jing's mansion, Duan Shaohua is indeed powerless now, and there is no need to make trouble with his body.

He barely stood up, looking at the bright room, recalling the past, he couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

After going around for a long time, I finally returned to this place.

However, Duan Shaohua's eyes subconsciously got into the quilt, under his body.He knew the weight of the knife he resolutely slashed. He is just a useless person now. Could it be that Prince Jing is still willing to continue to want him?

When he recovers from his injuries, will Pei Jing let go?

He embraced hope, but soon disappeared without a trace. The idea of ​​starlight was nothing more than that, and he didn't even dare to exist.

He drank two gulps of the soup, his brows were still full of worry.But soon the servant girl put down the hot soup and rice in her hands, and knelt down with a terrified expression.

Duan Shaohua glanced over from the corner of his eye, he didn't need to look at it deliberately, it would be very clear who would come.

He hung his head halfway, until he pressed down a weight on the side of the bed, and the soup he just drank seemed to be overflowing again.

He wanted to be silent, but Pei Jing didn't think so.

"Is it better?" Pei Jing asked for a while, but it was a plan that Duan Shaohua would not care about.

Duan Shaohua was indeed like this, but he really looked up at him, his eyes were complicated, but after a closer look, it was mostly bitter.

After a long time, he said: "This time, what is the prince going to do?"

How would he know what to do.

Snowflakes scattered one after another, dancing on the window, Duan Shaohua looked everywhere, thinking of those women who suffered with him during those cold nights.

It's been a year, I don't know how Dong'er is doing?

I wanted to ask a question, but in a blink of an eye, I saw Pei Jing leaning forward, and he had already grasped his shoulders.

The four eyes met each other, so close to each other, they were terrified.

Duan Shaohua shuddered, but Pei Jing, on the other hand, looked serious, "There are countless famous doctors in the capital, and this king will arrange them from tomorrow, no matter what the injury is..."

"My lord." Duan Shaohua interrupted him indifferently, "It's still my lord who thinks that crippled people have the possibility of being reborn."

Pei Jing instantly turned sad, "You know."

"Own body, naturally knows."

Pei Jing was angry, "Since you know it's your body, how can you do such a cruel thing?"

These words really made Duan Shaohua laugh, he looked at him seriously and said, "Why does the lord think it is?"

It was as if an ice front had formed in the air, forming in the four eyes of the two of them.

It was wrong to say anything, Pei Jing sighed helplessly, but his words were firm, "This king treats you sincerely, why do you have to make things difficult for yourself. This king will definitely heal your injuries, and you don't need to say anything If you want to go or not, since I have found you, I have no reason to let you go."

Duan Shaohua heard it was interesting, felt a little pain in his heart, and twitched the corner of his mouth with a half-smile: "Should I be moved by Prince Jing's words?"

"Still." Duan Shaohua smiled even wider, "Even if I can't be cured, Prince Jing is willing to face my crippled body every day?"

As he said, he wanted to take off his shirt belt, "Have you really thought about it, my lord? I'm neither male nor female, and I have a weird body. I still want to come here in the dark every day."

Pei Jing pressed his hand and smiled wryly, "If you don't believe me, I have nothing to say. You just need to know that this king is really sincere to you."

What he said about Duan Shaohua was ridiculous, even if it was true, sincerity forced by force, it would be too scary.

Pei Jing just glanced at his expression and knew that he didn't believe it at all, and his heart was piling up, and he felt that it was extremely hard.All their escape routes have been cut off, even if they have countless sincerity, they can still turn back time.

He looked down, sighed suddenly, and said softly: "You should rest well, you will still be busy tomorrow."

He persisted, but Duan Shaohua was powerless to say more, so he just followed him and lay down again.

Duan Shaohua is deliberately indifferent, no matter how much Pei Jing has to say, he can only waste it.It's meaningless to stay any longer, so I can only leave with my feet up.

On the second day, as Pei Jing said, all famous doctors in the capital who could be named were gathered in Prince Jing's mansion.Looking around, there were people, old and young, who lined up at the gate of Prince Jing's mansion for a long time.

However, according to the calculations, the time each of these famous doctors stayed in the mansion was not long, at most two quarters of an hour, and then they came out dejectedly.

Those who don't know what they see are all speculations. Who in Prince Jing's mansion is seriously ill and needs to mobilize such a big battle?

There was a lot of speculation outside, and a cloud of gloom rose over Prince Jing's mansion.Famous doctors who came and went shook their heads one after another, saying that they could do nothing.

Pei Jing just didn't believe it, the capital is so big and there are so many folk remedies, could it be that none of them can save Duan Shaohua.

One famous doctor after another has seen it, but all they see is negative.No matter how strong Pei Jing's enthusiasm was, it finally faded away.

He turned his head to look at the thin and inhuman Duan Shaohua, he didn't seem to care, didn't seem to care at all.Such indifference, cold to the depths of the heart.

Pei Jing looked at his indifference and his desire to leave, and became very angry.

No one knew what was going on, only complaints and accusations were heard.What I felt was intertwined anger, which finally melted into panic.

Manager Yan has completely become a busy person, running around, seeing off and greeting each other.The doctor who just left on the front foot will be invited again on the back foot.Unable to help, Manager Yan could only secretly sigh, "It's really bad luck."

This bad luck is still going on, and it has no intention of fading.

For several days in a row, more or less famous doctors came to the door.Seeing them shaking their heads and leaving one after another, Pei Jing knew better than anyone else that there was no turning back, even Duan Shaohua gave up early, but he was the only one who persisted.

Duan Shaohua sees his busy life, but the more he looks at it, the more miserable he feels.If there is nothing he can do, it is enough for him to listen to it once. Why repeat it every day?

Just thinking, this should be another method of Pei Jing.When the time comes, everyone in the capital will know that he is disabled, not to mention the piano workshop, even the handymen will think he is unlucky.

Thinking of this, Duan Shaohua touched his face.At that time, it would be useless for him to cover his face.

The weather was cold and the snow was constantly flying. Duan Shaohua lay on the bed all day long, and what he saw when he looked up was either the servant girl's cautious face or the flying snowflakes printed outside the window.He wanted to ask Dong'er where he was several times, but when he thought about his current appearance, Dong'er would be very sad if he saw him, and the two of them would definitely cry together.Just think about that kind of scene.

With his appearance like this, he really failed Dong'er's painstaking care at the beginning.

The days are so anxious, I don't know when the house began to be more colorful.The fresh fragrance of the suit is in the nostrils, and it is very good to linger in the house.Look again, it turns out that the white-patterned bottle on the table is filled with red plums, yellow pistils and red petals, which are so delicate and charming that they add a little bit of life to the pale room.

The new maid will not have such a delicate mind, Duan Shaohua knows who did it deliberately.

I smelled the fragrance of the whole house again, and there was a bitter taste.

By the end of February, the chill was less severe.However, Duan Shaohua still felt very cold, and he never left the quilt and the stove all day long, and he has never stepped out of the house until now.Or cold, or simply afraid to see people.

I don't know how long this kind of life will last, but Duan Shaohua was still looking forward to the end of Pei Jing's craze at first, and even gave birth to disgust.However, after passing by later, he also gradually retreated to think about it.What he thinks is cold and sharp, although it is heart-piercing, it is the truth.

Pei Jing's sincerity is truly terrifying.

In the evening, Pei Jing came on the remnant snow as usual.Duan Shaohua followed the sound, but to his surprise, he saw a few red plums in Pei Jing's arms, especially the remaining snow.

In the past, it was presented silently, but today it was brought by him personally.

Duan Shaohua was a little surprised, seeing this scene was really abrupt.

With a gloomy face, Pei Jing approached the bed.Before Duan Shaohua wanted to back away, he hugged him more forcefully than before, and there was a pain in Duan Shaohua's shoulder.

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