Waiting for the wind and rain, the city of clouds is light

The old man is the only doctor in this small mountain village, his wife passed away, his son was conscripted into corvee a few years ago, A Ling is his granddaughter, and she has been the only one to accompany him these years.A few months ago, this girl somehow ran to the seaside, only to find a person collapsed on the beach, and stalked him to save her.

The clothes of this unknown woman were stained with large swaths of blood, which were soaked in the sea water and turned into a faint crimson color.At the first glance, he felt that this person might be difficult to treat, and the consequences of bringing him back for pulse diagnosis would be unexpected.Large and small knife wounds and bruises spread all over his legs and arms, and an arrow wound on his back directly penetrated his left shoulder blade. The meridians all over his body seemed to have been hit by a rampage. Even if he saved his life, he would probably be half a disabled person.As a result, Ah Ling burst into tears when she heard about it, saying that this sister was so pitiful and didn't want her to die, which made his nerves ache, so he had to leave this person behind.

In fact, in all fairness, it is not difficult to heal the injury on her scapula, what is really incurable is the damaged meridians.To be able to injure her meridians like this, and look at her other sword wounds and the growth of muscles on her arms, she must be a martial artist.Even if the trauma can be cured, there is no guarantee that she can't accept the fact that her hard work will be wasted in one fell swoop.

It's just...he was seriously injured and fell into the sea, but he was able to persevere until he was rescued. This person either had profound skills, or he managed to survive with his strong obsession.Either way, the origin will not be simple.

The injury on her left shoulder touched the meridians, and the meridians in her body were already damaged, and her internal strength was not good enough. After several impacts, her left hand might become useless.He told her about it after she woke up, and then added consolingly that it is still possible to carry some small things on weekdays, but it is definitely not so flexible, and he can no longer practice martial arts.As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that he had sprinkled salt on her wound, but she didn't respond at all, and she was staring blankly at a certain place in front of her since she woke up.

At that time, he thought, well, this girl probably couldn't bear the blow, so she just went stupid.

Having said that, I have to admit that she is a very obedient patient.Drinking the medicine is never bitter, and taking the medicine is never painful. I can get out of bed after lying down for more than a month, and I can do some simple tasks after ten or so days.

The speed of recovery really surprised him a bit, not only did he not become disabled due to such a serious injury, but he was almost able to take care of himself in his daily life.Having been a doctor for so many years, he also knows how much pain it takes to walk on the ground for the first time after a serious injury, and this girl didn't say a word.

But having said that, even if she wanted to make a sound, she wouldn't be able to make a sound at that time, the old man thought to himself.

A Ling likes this sister very much, and clings to her every day.After the trauma healed, she gradually began to utter one or two short syllables, her voice hoarse and hoarse due to the damage to her throat.A knife wound on the forehead was deep enough to see the bone. After healing, it left a long scar, but fortunately it did not hurt the eye.The other children in the village dare not approach her when they see her, and occasionally run away in fright when they hear her voice.When Ah Ling first found her, her waist-length hair was covered in blood and mud, so she had to cut it off.After a period of time, the hair that didn't reach behind the ears was almost as long as the shoulders, so she often covered her hair in front of her face and lowered her head to cover it.Ah Ling didn't feel scared, and followed her every step of the way.

Originally, I thought that since she could speak, I would inquire about her background, but seeing her expressionless eyes, I was afraid that it was impossible.

Things turned around half a month ago.One day he happened to want to go out from the backyard, and the woman was walking in with a basin of water.Two or three young men passed by the fence, talking about what they had heard in the town this morning.

"Little Shengxian Village was so prominent back then, but now it's burned down, and there's nothing left, tsk tsk."

"The heads of Confucianism are also bloody. They rushed out of the siege before the arrest warrant was issued, and let the disciples escape. They would rather die a miserable death than let the empire arrest them..."

A loud noise suddenly interrupted these people.

The wooden basin in the woman's hand was upside down on the ground, and the water was splashed everywhere.Before he could react, she stumbled out of the yard, holding on to the sleeve of the man who had spoken just now.

Those few people were terrified.He frowned, and saw that the woman's knuckles were turning white, and she was muttering something.The man who was caught wanted to push her away, but she didn't let go of her hand.The two people next to him looked anxiously, swearing at the crazy woman for throwing wild punches, and greeted them.Seeing that the situation was not good, he hurried up to fight, the girl was so strong that he pulled her away until he was out of breath.

After loosening her sleeves, she staggered and sat down on the ground.Those few men cursed where the lunatic came out to scare people in broad daylight, turned around and left.He saw her sitting there with disheveled hair, her shoulders were obviously trembling, and he understood in his heart, so he dragged her into the room and poured her a glass of water.

"Looking at the girl's reaction, I think the girl has something to do with Confucianism." He opened his mouth first, "Confucianism was accused of rebellion more than ten days ago. I heard that their head was under house arrest in the general's mansion. After knowing it earlier, he committed suicide in public and spread the news. The second master and the third master rushed down the mountain with everyone before the army came to arrest them. Sixty-seven percent of the disciples escaped. The second master stayed behind and fell into the valley with serious injuries. It seemed that he would not survive. The third master..." He pondered for a while when he said this, "When he broke through the siege, he was seriously injured. Some people said that he died in the mountains and forests, others said that he escaped, and some said that he hid, but no one For sure."

The woman's eyes moved, and she raised her eyes to stare at him.

"Because of this incident, the search team has expanded to the counties and counties around Sanghai. Some Confucian disciples have been arrested, and those who are on the run can't find their whereabouts. If the girl has something to do with Confucianism, I'm afraid it will be very dangerous. Very, it’s better to avoid it for a while and wait for the limelight to pass.”

The woman clenched her sleeves tightly with her hands. After a while, she stretched out her fingers to dip the water in the glass, and scratched a few words on the table.

How guilty of rebellion.

He raised his eyebrows, looked at this person in surprise, but still answered her: "The third master, Zhang Liang, colluded with the fugitive criminals of the empire, and together with the Confucianists, he murdered the priests of the empire."

Then he watched the woman's face turn pale to blue in an instant.

That really makes one wonder if she is going to bite her tongue and kill herself the next moment... The old man thought about it, and when he saw the woman standing up, he couldn't help feeling a little scared.After that, she sat in the house for two or three hours, and then ran to the town when he was not looking.A Ling followed her all the way to catch up with her on the beach, and saw her staring at the sea out of focus, half leaning on the fence like a dead leaf, just when the sun was setting, the people around her looked like this. Thought it was haunted.

Fortunately, after two or three days, she returned to normal again.It's just that the old injury was torn from running too hard, and I'm afraid it will take a while to heal.

His eyes swept over her forehead, and he couldn't help feeling a little sad.Although this girl's appearance is not beautiful, her facial features are plain and delicate, and there is a sudden scar on her forehead. It is a pity that her whole face is ruined like this.

Where the wind blows, there is a faint fragrance.

A Ling turned around and looked at the woman not far away, and stretched out her hand to her, "A Ling put this flower on her head, does it look good?"

The woman was slightly startled, the pear blossoms in front of her eyes were as white as jade.She walked over slowly, spread the palm of her other hand, and wrote slowly.

Pear blossoms are not in good mood, wait until June, and I will wear lotus flowers for you.

A Ling nodded with a vague understanding.

The woman bent down and touched the top of her head, and gently took the pear blossom from her hand.

A Ling stretched out her hand to touch the end of her hair, and murmured: "Sister's hair in a bun must look good. When her hair grows, A Ling will also give her a bun."

The hand stroking the top of her hair froze slightly.

A Ling trotted away, and the pear blossoms swirled and fell, lying quietly in the soil.

The woman stood under the pear tree blankly, the wind lifted her hair and swept her cheeks, and the petals at her feet were so thin that they seemed transparent.

"Liang will help Yun Wei, put a bun on her hair."

That smiling voice was as clear as jade, with a faint nasal tone, like the dew in the mountains in the morning.In her countless nightmares, that clear voice sounded over and over again, but it stayed far away in the clouds.

In a trance, I saw that the early spring snow had not yet melted. He stood behind her, his slender fingers running through her long hair, and there was a tenderness under the banter.

In the nightmare, the bright red of blood and fire engulfed the sky and destroyed the sun, and the rolling waves made people suffocate. She used all her strength to trek towards the cloud, but she heard the voice getting weaker and weaker, turning into a sigh.

She closed her eyes slightly.

Now the pear blossoms have fallen like snow, but that long hair is gone.

She also... can't hear him anymore, just talk to her like this.

The rustling flowers fell, sticking to the kudzu clothes.

The façade of a medical clinic at the corner of a small town's streets and alleys has become old and faded. The old doctor was sitting in front of the medicine cabinet reading a volume of medical books when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.

The old doctor raised his head from the letter and saw a man with the appearance of a farmer outside the door.The man took out a piece of bamboo from his pocket and handed it over: "Excuse me, sir, can you grab a medicine according to what is written on it?"

The old doctor took the bamboo slice, and the several herbs on it were used for hemostasis and pain relief, he couldn't help frowning.

Seeing his doubts, the man lowered his head and explained: "The child was injured by a hoe a while ago, and the wound has not healed in a few days. The family is poor and cannot afford a doctor. Fang Zi, so I copied it to ask Mr.

Hearing this, the old doctor sighed silently, looked at the prescription carefully for a while, got up and opened the medicine cabinet.

The man thanked the old doctor and left the clinic with the medicine.People were coming and going on the street at noon, he turned into the alley for a few turns, and walked into a tavern on the outskirts of the city.

Perhaps there were not many people passing by, but the tavern was rather deserted at this bustling time, the waiter absent-mindedly greeted the diners, and the shopkeeper dozed off behind the table.The man bypassed the tables and chairs of the tavern and walked towards the side door on one side. There were several thatched huts standing crookedly in the middle of the mountain outside.He paused, and walked into one of the rooms. There was a person sitting by the window. His long hair was loose behind him and tied up with a hair tie. His pale face could vaguely reveal that he was seriously injured, but his thin figure was not. Reduce the strength of character.

"Mr. Zhang Liang." The man said in a deep voice, and handed over the medicine bag.