My bamboo horse is a broken sleeve

The north wind blows the land, and the grass withers and breaks. If the wind blows the cold catkins, the flower paths in Langyuan are luxuriant.It has been snowing heavily for days, and Dongxian Mountain is like Qiongtai.Desolate years and nights, Yiyi scenery.Can Yan struggled in the snow for a long time, and gradually became silent. At this time of year, not only was he abandoned by his companions, but he was also playing for a while and lost his way home.

The stone stove for decocting medicine made the sound of crackling grass and trees from time to time, and a lot of charcoal fire was added to the house to isolate the invasion of cold.Xue Yingfeng looked through the window, her vision was hazy, but she fixed her eyes for a long time, and finally put on her coat and went out.Every step was sunk deep in the snow, and when the snow brought back the gasping goose, his shoes and socks were already soaked.

Snow blows off the snow on its body in the wind, and puts it next to the charcoal fire.The evening bell comes slowly, endlessly and gloomy, and then fades away with the twilight.Xue Yingfeng prayed with the bells ringing, attended morning and evening rituals, twisted earth and burned incense, as pious as a believer in a previous life.

After the bell rang, Xue Yingfeng took the medicine, let it dry for a while, then tested the temperature, and walked towards the bed with the pottery bowl in both hands.Han Yan put down the paper in his hand, gentle and peaceful, watching Xue Yingfeng walking step by step.

Xue Yingfeng fed the medicine earnestly, but Han Xie's eyes never moved away from Xue Yingfeng's body.He seems to have accepted everything, and every moment he spends with Xue Yingfeng is as if the sky is merciful, the stars are moving, and the white horse is passing by.Having been beside the ancient Buddha's green lamp for a long time, Han Yan no longer expects to stay in time, but only prays that his appearance can be engraved into his soul, and maybe he will be able to recognize him in the next life.

In the Baiya Temple outside Dongxian Mountain, Xue Yingfeng and Han Yu have lived here for some time.It's not far from Jincheng, Xue Yingfeng thought maybe Boyong would come back that day.

The old monk in the temple gave them a small courtyard at the back of the mountain. They only need to cross half a hill to reach the Xumei Garden. It was too noisy, but their small courtyard was still peaceful.Most of the sky covered by heavy mountains retains all the refreshing clarity.

The whole room was filled with the bitter smell of the medicine, Xue Yingfeng put the medicine bowl aside, wiped the remaining stains from the corners of Han Xie's mouth, and helped him tuck the quilt.

Han Yan's hand gently caressed Xue Yingfeng's side face, Xue Yingfeng held his hand back, smiling faintly, reminding Han Yan of the orchid cluster in the corner of Ziying Palace.

In the past, Hanyu's hand was strong and strong, and when Xue Yingfeng held it, he would always feel at ease.Now Xue Yingfeng always felt a little pain in her heart, weak and powerless.Xue Yingfeng put down Han Xie's hand, carefully tucked it into the quilt, and then lightly kissed Han Xie's forehead.Get up and walk to the stove, start preparing today's dinner.

The whole house is not big, but it has everything you need.Xue Yingfeng hired someone to deliver food and medicinal materials every three days.Although he has been in the south of the Yangtze River for three years, Xue Yingfeng still doesn't know anything about cooking, but Han Lue always says it's delicious, and Xue Yingfeng also knows the reason, tacitly.In the pure land of Buddhism, they eat lightly, but are very rich.

Han Yan looked at Xue Yingfeng's back, feeling at ease and contented.Suddenly there is an illusion that a lifetime can pass like this.But this life seems to go too fast.Han Li's sense of taste has been declining day by day, although Xue Yingfeng's cooking doesn't look very good, but he still wants to taste it, whether it is sweet or bitter.

Xue Yingfeng helped Han Yan put on his coat, and helped him sit down at the table.The gray goose came back to life at some point, flapped its wings twice, and staggered to the side of Xue Yingfeng Hanyu, Xue Yingfeng helped him smooth his fur, picked something and threw it to it, the gray goose recovered. Arriving quickly, I ate unhurriedly.

"Today is a lot better than yesterday," Han Zhuo took a sip, and said slowly, "In a while, I can become a chef." From Han Zhuo's point of view, today's dishes are indeed much better than before, Maybe it's really delicious.

"As long as you like it." Xue Yingfeng smiled back.

Xue Yingfeng picks up vegetables for Han Ye from time to time, and the two of them are silent.

Although the mouth of Hanxi is indifferent and tasteless, it also feels rich.The days are so light, which is also very good.Having been the heir of Duke Han for 25 years, Han Yan has never felt as clear and clear as he is now.Life is short, like a passing cloud, Han Xi is very glad that he will not walk alone in the last period of time.As for what will happen to Xue Yingfeng after he left, he no longer has the strength to worry about it, nor does he have the courage to worry about it, he is only pale and powerless.

Han Yan was distracted for a moment, but a rush of blood suddenly rushed to his throat, with a strong sense of stimulation.Severe cough, unexpected.Han Yan accidentally turned over his job, curled up his upper body, and blushed instantly.Xue Yingfeng was in a hurry and didn't know what to do, all he could do was pat his back, support his body, and prevent Han Yan from falling down.

The dark red blood oozes between Han's teeth, and his chest hurts, as if there is a feeling of dizziness. He looks at Xue Yingfeng crying anxiously, and wants to wipe away his tears with his hand, but he can't feel it anymore in an instant. Less than that person's temperature.

"windward……"

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When Han Yan woke up, she felt warm all around, and opened her eyes dimly, Xue Yingfeng was holding her hand tightly, sitting on the bedside.The dim light of the stars and the cold moon came through the window, and it was already night.Xue Yingfeng was still crying, Han Yan looked at him with a faint smile: "It's all right..."

"It's all right... Do you know that you have been in a coma for two days and two nights... I almost thought you..." Xue Yingfeng lost control of her emotions, she fell directly on Han Lu's chest, and burst into tears.

"I'm sorry..." Han Yan lightly stroked Xue Yingfeng's back.In his heart, he felt really guilty.He looked at Xue Yingfeng's current appearance, but he was slowly becoming powerless. Apart from feeling guilty, what else could he do.

The Sanskrit bell of the temple on the far mountain rang again. It was a faint bell, and it had to strike a full hundred and eight times.It's just that Xue Yingfeng no longer has the heart to pray.If the road ahead is hell, I will go with you... These two days, Xue Yingfeng has already made a decision.

"Can you tell me..." Xue Yingfeng sat up, "What's wrong with you...why...why did you become like this." She tried her best to suppress her emotions.

"I……"

"Don't lie to me anymore..."

Han Yu hesitated for a moment: "Bo Yong said that he needs someone to test the medicine for you..."

Before Han Yan finished speaking, Xue Yingfeng cried again. It seemed that she was sadder than before, but she seemed to be laughing again, with pain and numbness, compassion and ridicule, despair and indifference...

"why why……"

"windward……"

"why……"

Sadness is also sorrowful, how can we live together, sorrowful, sorrowful, and the bones are destroyed.Mu Ling'er watched quietly from the window, and shed tears unconsciously. The distant bell sounded to her like a mournful cry...

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The period of January has already passed halfway.Mu Ling'er went back and forth between the Medical Center and Dongxian Mountain more frequently, but Han Yan was still getting weaker day by day.His long hair is completely white, his figure is thin and thin, and he looks like a different person from the former cold.But for Xue Yingfeng, no matter how cold it is, he is his only reliance.

The gray geese didn't fly away, Xu used this place as a shelter from the cold, trying to survive this winter.But without a companion, he was alone, but he also felt depressed, curled up in a corner all day long, his eyes lost and melancholy.

The deadline is approaching, and Xue Yingfeng is not like he imagined that he would wash his face with tears all day long. He is smiling faintly every day. During the day, he is like an ordinary couple, eating three meals a day, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.At night, it was difficult for Han Xi's body to go to Xumei Garden with Xue Yingfeng, so they hugged each other on the small bed, talking about those things that seemed to be unreal and seemed to be true.

……

"Xiao Yan, do you think there will really be reincarnation after death?"

"Who knows..."

"If I'm more pious, can we meet again in the next life?"

"If we meet again, we will definitely be together and live a whole life, not less than a year, a month, a day, a moment..."

"Then we will still live here, praying with the bell every day, praying for the next life, and the next life, to be together."

"Will this be too greedy?"

……

Greedy?In fact, as long as I have this life, that's enough...

Time is not with me, it is fleeting, the snow outside the house falls and melts, melts and falls.A few days ago, Mu Ling'er brought a lot of things, saying that it has passed the New Year.Among the mountains, it seems to be forgotten by time.Xue Yingfeng has been maintaining a faint smile in front of Han Ye.But his heart was festering day by day, being swallowed up bit by bit, worn away bit by bit.

Han Xie couldn't get out of bed at all, Xue Yingfeng stayed by the bed every day, in his eyes, every moment looked like Han Xie.Han Zhuo's face turned a little pale, like the dead ashes of vegetation, only a spark of fire remained.

Han Zhuo remembered many things from the past, he remembered the scene when he first met Xue Yingfeng, when Xue Yingfeng was still too young, Han Zhuo recognized him as a girl.Later, when she grew up, Xue Yingfeng was always attached to him, went to private school with him, and practiced martial arts together... Xue Yingfeng was very clever since she was a child, but later, she did a lot of bad things with Mu Yuning, and she had to be watched by Han Yu, to be more honest.

He still remembered that Xue Yingfeng and Mu Yuning once stole the master's ruler and threw it away. The husband was unexpected and frightened Xue Yingfeng for several days. up...

Even older... When she was even older, Xue Yingfeng returned to Ziying and lived in Ziying for two years. I think he might be the Boyong he met at that time.Xue Yingfeng would often write letters to Han Ye, and Han Ye would only occasionally reply, because every time Han Ye wrote back, Xue Yingfeng would send back dozens of letters, explaining the daily chores one by one.Han Yan thought it was funny, but he would still read it patiently.

Later he came back, and he was still inseparable all day long, causing trouble all day long, and let Han Zhuo clean up the mess.In Nylon City at that time, there was no one who was more at ease than Xue Yingfeng...

And then she lost him and fell in love with him...

Han Yan wanted to go back to the past more and more, back to those carefree days, he was not a sentimental person at all...

The gray goose in the corner is getting more and more depressed day by day, as if waiting to die.

Dusk fades away and the snow melts.Huiran Changfeng blows, the sound is quiet and the scenery is silent.

"Yingfeng..." Han Li's voice was as small as dust falling to the ground.

"Well, I'm here."

"When I die, bury me in Lianchi in Ziying. You said you liked that place very much, but I haven't been there..."

"I'll go with you when you're well..." Xue Yingfeng's voice was trembling.

"I'm a little tired now... really tired..."

"Xiao Yan..." Xue Yingfeng couldn't hold back her sobbing anymore, "Don't...please..."

This time, Han Yan could no longer help Xue Yingfeng wipe away her tears.

Yingfeng, forgive me... I can only tell you this sentence in my next life...

The Vatican bell started again, each time striking eighteen times firmly, eighteen times slowly, and eighteen times more slowly, repeating this twice, a total of one hundred and eight times.The Buddha said that people have one hundred and eight kinds of troubles, and one hundred and eight knocks can relieve their worries.The verse of ringing the bell said: "Hearing the sound of the bell, the troubles are lightened..."

"Brother Xue!" Mu Ling'er pushed the door open, "Master is back!"

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There is a kind of medicine called "Xincao". There are many people looking for medicine from ancient times to the present. It grows in the ends of the world.

The author has something to say that Zhuma is going to say goodbye to everyone here.The two authors join hands to express their most sincere thanks to the readers who have always supported Zhuma.I believe we will meet again soon~ With your encouragement, we can continue to go on~ The next work will meet you after X months~ As for the bamboo horse, if everyone