The Plow

After not seeing each other for several years, Lao Yuan became more and more verbose.

In just a bowl of water, he was talking about a hundred possibilities for Yue Dingtang to go down the mountain and not return.

"What do you think he was doing this trip? He saved us. There is no benefit at all, and he can't get a penny for those treasures. Although he is the young master of the Yue family, he doesn't lack these, but I know how eye-catching the pagoda is." , I'm sure the emperor will also be moved!"

"Know people, know faces, but don't know hearts, or I'd better go down the mountain and take a look!"

"Then what should you do? You're the only one here. Later, he will kill the carbine and bring people up the mountain. Aren't you being dumped?"

Ling Shu heard that his ears were about to grow calluses, and he threw the empty bowl into the straw pile in front of him.

"I want to eat roast chicken, don't make noise, hurry up and hunt pheasants!"

Old Yuan's eyes widened: "I'm so hurt, do you have any conscience?"

Ling Shu: "If I don't find you something to do, I'm afraid my ears will be useless. I didn't say, Lao Yuan, why didn't I realize that you are like an old lady, are you old?"

Old Yuan was furious: "I'm three years older than you, three years old, do you understand, can you count?!"

He used to have a bad temper, and he played the shadow of his elder brother in the Guan family these past few years, and he probably got bored. Now that he meets an old friend and brother, the true temperament under the surface is fully exposed, and he doesn't try to hide it at all.

Ling Shu is not afraid of him blowing his beard and staring at his eyes. When the two were in the army, they even fought a lot, and most of their friendship now is the result of fighting.

It's just that time has passed, and if they are allowed to do it now, they probably won't be able to move them anymore, so they can only use their mouths.

"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat all day long! It's like a pig, and you haven't raised a few taels of meat. Pigs are more capable than you, and at least they can be sold for money. What can you do!"

Having said that, Lao Yuan went out anyway.

Although it was warm in this temple, he was still bored after staying for a long time. He was not as lazy as Ling Shu and was afraid of the cold, so he would rather go out to get some air while limping.

Ling Shu yawned, ignored him, and continued to sleep in suspense.

For some reason, I tossed and turned, but couldn't fall asleep.

My mind was full of chaos, for a while it was the scene where Yue Dingtang pointed a gun at him, for a while it was Yue who pressed him against the wall and kissed him, and for a while it was the rest of his life, sitting shoulder to shoulder with him on the ground , It has not been long, but now it is like a dream, reality and fantasy are intertwined, he claims to be smart, but like ordinary people, he is inevitably a little worried about gains and losses.

His chest was burning uncomfortably, and the temperature that had just subsided seemed to rise again.

Ling Shu felt that he was not such a person who hurt the spring and the autumn at all before. Who didn't know that Ling Dashao in Shili Yangchang was suave and suave, with peach blossoms blooming, and others would go to the dance hall to give money to the dancers. There are dancers rushing to give him things, and it’s okay if they don’t accept them. He always hugs left and right, picks and chooses, and when others are looked at by him and smile, they will be bumped into deer, wishing to hold the whole world with their hands, How can one expect that in 30 years in Hedong and in 30 years in Hexi, the feng shui will turn around and turn to you?

This is probably the retribution he told Lao Yuan.

Dreaming wildly, even the dreams are messy.

Ling Shu fell asleep with a dull pain in the back of his head, and was awakened by the scent in a daze.

It's the aroma of grilled chicken.

And whispered conversations, more than one person.

Ling Shu turned over, wandering between waking up and half-closed eyes, just in time to see Yue Dingtang stepping across the threshold, behind him was the sky full of colorful clouds, purple, blue, red and yellow, gradually intertwined and intertwined.

Mingyue was there, Zeng Zhaocai returned.

These two lines of poems naturally appeared in my heart, as if the breeze blows away the mist, and the full moon washes away all lead in the world.

Lao Yuan's rambling words may not have entered his heart, but they have also entered his ears, shaking the hesitant thoughts of illness, and in his dreams, he was also shaken by self-examination.

But all the shaking, all disappeared at the moment of seeing the visitor, and the snow cleared and the sky cleared.

Even though the years are far from peaceful, the heart has already been redeemed.

"Is it better?"

The first thing Yue Dingtang did was to walk up to him, ask about his condition first, and then check his mind.

Ling Shu agreed vaguely, and relaxed lazily.

Yue Dingtang only thought that his body was going back and forth again, frowned, and said to the doctor who was suturing Lao Yuan's wound: "Can you give him some painkiller first?"

"I checked him just now, and he didn't have a fever. He's in good condition. After I'm done with this gentleman, I'll treat him right away." The doctor said without raising his head.

If it were Lao Yuan, he would have found an old doctor of traditional Chinese medicine, but Yue Dingtang was looking for a western doctor. After all, these people were either injured by a fall or a gunshot wound. The operation to reduce inflammation and relieve pain was still effective with the methods of western medicine. faster.

Lao Yuan is in good condition. When he fell off the cliff, he was blocked by trees. His fractures and dislocations were not serious. He took anti-inflammatory drugs and fixed them with wooden boards. Some wounds were stitched up and some medicines were applied. He will recover within ten and a half months.

Yue Dingtang felt that Ling Shu's situation was a bit troublesome, and when the latter's trousers were rolled up, seeing the doctor's serious expression, he also became nervous.

"He moved after the gunshot wound, will it affect the bones?"

The doctor said nothing, pursed his lips, and lowered his head to rummage through the bloody tissues.

Yue Dingtang never realized that he was a little dizzy.

And only the blood surnamed Ling fainted.

Just now he saw the doctor cleaning Lao Yuan's wound, and it was obviously fine.

Alcohol was poured over the wound, and the blood was gradually washed away, but this process was obviously extremely painful. Ling Shu's brows were tightened, and his fingers were trembling slightly, but he remained silent.

"Can you anesthetize him?" Yue Dingtang couldn't help but asked again.

The doctor looked up at him, quite individualistic.

Yue Dingtang smiled wryly.

"Why are you so long-winded?" It sounded like the two were old acquaintances.

"This is my friend." Yue Dingtang said.

Doctor: "Then I'm not your friend? You don't believe me?"

Yue Dingtang was speechless.

The doctor said coolly: "It turns out that there are differences between these friends. No wonder I have been in Fengtian for several years, and I have never seen you come to visit me. Now that something happens, I think of you."

He teased, but his movements were not slow, and he picked out the bullet from Ling Shu's leg in a short while.

"Fortunately, the bullet didn't shatter inside, and it didn't cause damage to the muscles and bones. You have to take anti-inflammatory drugs every day, and don't move for the next two days. Your rib injury needs to be taken care of. Your arm is fine, it's a traumatic injury. It's best. Go down the mountain to my clinic in a few days, and I will clean and bandage your wound again."

The doctor glanced at them, and said again: "Forget it, you probably won't go back to the city if you're like this, let me say it for nothing, anyway, you should pay attention to the wound, and the wound should not get wet. If you go to a big city, you must change the dressing if you have the conditions." .”

He sterilized the medicine and utensils and put them back into the medicine box, straightened his clothes and got up.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go first."

He glanced at Lao Yuan who was standing by the door silently, but with one hand in his pocket.

"Dingtang, when you asked me to go up the mountain to treat people, you didn't say that I had to stay."

Yue Ding Tang Dynasty Lao Yuan raised his hand, signaling him not to be nervous, and said to the doctor: "It was a misunderstanding, he didn't know the relationship between you and me, you go, I won't send you off, remember to take the road behind the mountain, don't be caught found."

The doctor was impatient: "I won't go back to the city, I will go out of the city directly to see a family in the town, and I will return to Fengtian after three days, don't worry!"

After three days, it is estimated that they will be done.

Lao Yuan had doubts, and it was not easy to ask in front of others. Seeing that Yue Dingtang didn't say anything, he could only suppress his desire to keep him until the doctor left.

"Is this person all right?"

Yue Dingtang: "He was an alumnus of mine when I was studying abroad, and later went to Japan to study medicine. He has opened a clinic in Fengtian for several years and has a good relationship with the Japanese."

Lao Yuan got angry in a hurry: "Then you still let him go, I'm afraid it's too late to catch up now!"

Yue Dingtang added: "The uncle of his family has no children. He was adopted to inherit the incense since he was a child. Liu Zhen's biological father and elder brother were from Jinan. They died in May [-]."

Lao Yuan was startled, looked at the other party's meaningful expression, and fell silent.

"The chicken is getting cold."

Ling Shu's voice interrupted his train of thought, and Lao Yuan turned his head to look, suddenly angry.

A whole roast chicken had been dismantled to pieces at some point, two chicken legs, a large piece of chicken breast, and only the bones remained.

"The pheasant chicken is still a bit overcooked. If it's not such a special situation next time, you can ask the neighbors nearby to buy a domestic one. It doesn't need to be oiled and stuffed with spices. It's so fat, tsk tsk!"

The one surnamed Ling ate while commenting and picking and choosing.

Lao Yuan didn't care about cursing, he jumped over in two or three steps, snatched a chicken wing, took a bite first, and then reached for the other.

Half a step late.

The other chicken wing has been handed to Yue Dingtang by Ling Shu.

"Old Yue worked so hard down the mountain to find a doctor for us. You can't even give them a chicken wing, can you? Pheasants flap their wings every day, and eating chicken wings will help you recover soon."

After eating more than half of the chicken, Ling Shu also had the strength to give advice.

Old Yuan laughed angrily: "Why don't you give up the chicken legs to others, just be generous to others!"

Ling Shu: "I don't want to meet with you, here, I'll give you the chicken head, you'll be smarter after eating it."

Old Yuan: ...

He really wanted to hit the chicken head on Ling Shu's head with his backhand.

It was purely by accident that Lao Yuan caught this pheasant. He set up a simple trap. He originally planned to wait an hour or so before going back. Who knew that there were some fools who slipped into the trap. Although it was not fat enough, it was better than nothing.

The three of them were devastated, and soon there was a pile of chicken bones left.

Ling Shu took the painkillers, and his energy improved a lot. In addition, he couldn't fall asleep after sleeping all day. When Lao Yuan fell asleep, he was wrapped in a coat and sat on the threshold of Guanyin Temple, facing outside. , look at the stars in the sky and the Big Dipper.

"Is it better?"

Yue Dingtang sat down beside him.

Ling Shu stretched his waist: "As long as the mouth is not sewn shut, there is no big problem."

Yue Dingtang: "After you go back, you should stay at my house for a while, and go back after the injury is completely healed, otherwise Sister Lingyao will definitely ask you."

It's fine if he doesn't say it, but when he said it, Ling Shu started to have a headache.

"Let's settle the matter in front of us first."

Ling Shu didn't need to look in the mirror to know that he had lost weight recently. If his sister saw it, it would be like a family earthquake. He would definitely be caught and interrogated for more than a whole day. Hello is not over.

He likes to eat, but eating carefully is different from being fed like a pig.

There was an extra hand on his forehead, and Ling Shu subconsciously wanted to retreat, but he was already touched by a slightly warm palm.

"It's not burning. Go back and sleep again. The coffin of Deputy Mayor Jin's mother will come over tomorrow, and we have to perform a play with him."

Seeing that Ling Shu hadn't recovered, and his reaction was not as timely as usual, Yue Dingtang couldn't help but want to tease him.

"Why, can't you still kiss me goodnight?"

Ling Shu instantly leaned back vigilantly.

"It's rare to find a way to take advantage of me. I warn you, Fei Lengcui's gang of beautiful ladies are still waiting for me to go back—?!"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The other party didn't go straight in, but took a quick look at the water, and accepted it as soon as it was good.

"You didn't say anything, didn't you mean you wanted a good night kiss by default, what are you doing with your eyes so round?"

Ling Shu suddenly remembered something, and quickly turned his head to look behind him!

Old Yuan's snoring was still the same, and his sleeping position seemed to have remained the same since just now.

Ling Shu breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt guilty that Zhuo Wenjun had an affair with Sima Xiangru behind his father's back.

He really hasn't figured out what he thinks about Yue Dingtang.

Since you don't understand it for the time being, let's put it aside.

It has never been Lingshu's style to think hard and be trapped by love, so he might as well eat more roast chicken when he has this time.

It's just that after thinking about it carefully, I feel that the metaphor just now is a bit wrong.

How can old Yuan He De become his father?

Also, go to his grandma's Zhuo Wenjun, the one whose surname is Yue is Zhuo Wenjun!