Small Lingzhi

It was a peaceful night, and the rain fell between the cracks of the stones, and there was no sound of dripping.

The sky was slightly bright, and after the fire in the cave was extinguished, the surrounding area became much colder.

Lingzhi shivered a few times, he wrapped his robe tightly, and looked at the man opposite him curiously.

Xiao Junqian had already woken up, his long and narrow eyes, which were as cold as cold stars, were slightly lowered, as if he was closing his eyes to rest his mind.

The man's long black hair was draped behind his back, and his lean and strong waist was looming. His whole body was sickly, but he didn't flinch at all from the cold air gathered after the rain.

Lingzhi had no extra clothes, and Xiao Junqian's ragged clothes were stripped off by him. Because the cloth was dirty, he took it to the water source of the back mountain, washed it with soap leaves, and hung it at the entrance of the cave. ventilated place.

When the man was unconscious, Lingzhi had already looked at him over and over again.

He dragged his voice and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Junqian, are you cold?"

Before Xiao Junqian could speak, Lingzhi jumped off the stone bed, ran to the other party, stretched out his palm and patted it lightly through the hay.

Xiao Junqian had no clothes to wear, so Lingzhi covered him with most of the hay to keep warm.

As soon as he took a shot, the other party grabbed his wrist, Lingzhi hesitated for a moment: "Xiao Junqian, don't you like me touching you?"

He said, "I won't touch you anymore."

Xiao Junqian let him go.

Lingzhi observed that Xiao Junqian's complexion was still slightly pale, and he took out a fruit from his bosom and stuffed it into the other's palm.

"Eat something first, I'll go out and bring back the clothes that have been dried."

Xiao Junqian lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Lingzhi scratched her hair: "Isn't that enough?"

He took out a few tender leaves from his pocket and handed them to Xiao Junqian.

Xiao Junqian touched the leaves and vaguely smelled some sweet medicine.

The young man in front of him seemed to treat medicinal herbs and medicinal fruits as food, and he could touch medicinal herbs casually from his body, just like a little medicine man.

Holding the tender leaves, Lingzhi felt a little apprehensive, doesn't Xiao Junqian like to eat leaves?

After a while, Xiao Junqian asked, "Is that all?"

Lingzhi saw the other party frowning his long eyebrows. This action did not damage the man's beauty, but made Lingzhi feel a little bit ashamed and guilty.

He withdrew his gaze: "Yeah." Carefully put the young leaves he liked very much back into his pocket.

Suddenly remembered something, Lingzhi hurriedly ran to the big bamboo basket where things were stored, and took out two big sweet potatoes from it.

The sweet potatoes were given to him by the mountain people. Lingzhi didn't know how people eat them. He ate a few bites himself. Although the taste was crisp, the hardness of the texture made him unwilling to bite, so he hid the rest.

He picked up the sweet potato and put it in front of the man: "And this."

Xiao Yan took something under his blurry and dim vision, put it in front of his nose and sniffed.

"sweet potato."

Lingzhi nodded quickly, remembering that the other party seemed invisible, and said distressedly: "They bite too hard."

Xiao Yan was silent, and suddenly handed the sweet potato to Lingzhi: "Put it in the fire and cook it with charcoal."

Lingzhi let out an oh, and did as he did.

Xiao Yan counted the time and said: "Take it here." After a pause, "Be careful of burning your hands."

Lingzhi stopped holding the roasted sweet potatoes, turned her head and smiled at the man sitting on the haystack with one leg bent, a little shy, thinking that Xiao Junqian who he picked up was a nice person.

He wrapped the sweet potatoes with charcoal leaves and simmered them hot, and they came to Xiao Junqian like offering treasures.

"It smells weird."

Lingzhi waited curiously but obediently for the man to speak.

Xiao Yan whispered: "Peel off the outer layer of skin and eat the inside that is fully cooked."

Lingzhi held the sweet potato and blew on it, and peeled it according to the man's instructions when it cooled down.

He opened his eyes wide and said in surprise, "It smells so good..."

After peeling the whole sweet potato, Lingzhi handed the whole piece to Xiao Junqian, watching eagerly.

He had never eaten such a delicious food. Xiao Junqian taught him to roast the sweet potatoes, and if he wanted to eat them, he had to eat them first.

Xiao Yan was seriously injured, and his body was very weak.Although embarrassed, but eating calmly.

Xiao Junqian was the first one that Lingzhi had seen the villagers gulp down food that looked so good.

It's not that he didn't notice the sight on his body, Xiao Yan was just waiting.

After eating for a while, he tore a part of the sweet potato and handed it out, just like a fisherman putting out bait to catch a fish, and the fish voluntarily took the bait.

Lingzhi happily took it, took a sip, her eyes sparkled.

After the two shared a sweet potato, Lingzhi patted his stomach contentedly. Even though Xiao Junqian was not wearing any clothes and his body was covered under hay, he looked at Xiao Junqian just like a god.

Lingzhi looked at it for a while with a smile, and said, "I'm going out."

Lingzhi took back the clothes that were hanging outside the cave. Although the washed robes were torn, it was possible to clearly see the patterned gold borders embroidered on the cloth.

He couldn't understand the quality of the clothes, but at this moment he subconsciously thought that Xiao Junqian's clothes were the best he had ever seen, and they were very comfortable to the touch, completely different from the clothes worn by the mountain people.

He turned around to collect grass leaves and fresh fruits, and returned to the cave before the rain changed.

Several days of rain accumulated a lot of water droplets in the cave, and the water droplets made a crisp sound on the stones, and the cool wind that passed through the cracks of the stones swished on the face.

Before Lingzhi entered the cave, she called: "Xiao Junqian, guess what delicious food I brought?"

He looked at the man lying quietly on the straw mat, put down his things and approached him.

"Xiao Junqian?"

Xiao Junqian did not answer him.

He pursed his lips, his smiling eyes showed worry a moment ago, and his palm was pressed against the man's face, hot.

Ling Zhi shook the man's shoulder.

The lips of the unconscious person were gray and white, and black and purple blood overflowed from the corner of the lips.

Xiao Junqian spat out a mouthful of purple-black blood, and Lingzhi put her hands behind the man's neck and hugged him, dazed and at a loss.

He stammered and said, "You, are you going to die..."

And said: "You don't want to die."

It was Lingzhi's first time to pick someone back to his cave, and he had a good life.

His gaze fell erratically on the sweet potato skins that had been peeled and not cleaned up, and he could still smell the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes and the strong smell of blood in the air.

The corners of Lingzhi's lips twitched down, hugging Xiao Junqian's neck tightly, lowering her head, trying to open her closed eyelids with her fingers, so that those deep and beautiful eyes could be opened.

"You don't want to die."

Xiao Junqian is the prettiest person Lingzhi has ever met, and he can even teach him how to bake delicious sweet potatoes to eat.

He knocked Xiao Junqian's head into a bleeding bag, but the other party didn't blame him.

In a daze, Lingzhi didn't want to see Xiao Junqian die.

Lingzhi gently and clumsily put the man back into the haystack, and ran to pull the big bamboo basket.

Inside the bamboo basket were all the things the mountain people gave him. Lingzhi took out a gray earthenware bowl, washed it with water, and washed a sharp leaf.

The sharp leaves can cut the skin, and Lingzhi had cut her fingers without paying attention when collecting herbs in the past.

Lingzhi is afraid of everything that makes him hurt, but now he wants to save Xiao Junqian.

He lowered his eyes to look at Xiao Junqian's handsome face, and then looked at the roasted sweet potato skin that was peeled off and cleaned up in time.

Biting her lips with her small white teeth, Lingzhi stroked the delicate flesh of her wrist with the pointed leaf, fresh and warm blood oozed out and dripped into the pottery bowl.

He was flustered in his heart, and murmured in his mouth: "You must wake up, rotten man, otherwise it would be very shameful to waste my precious Ganoderma lucidum."

Lingzhi was in pain, and the corners of her eyes were red.

Rao is so, he can't make a too sad expression.

He held the blood in the bowl to the unconscious man: "Xiao Junqian, get up and drink...drink the medicine."

After Xiao Junqian fell into a coma, he couldn't hear his voice, but when Lingzhi fed him medicine, he still had a residual consciousness and slowly swallowed the blood.

Lingzhi wiped off the trace of bright red left on Xiao Junqian's lips, his pale lips were flushed with blood, he stared blankly, and raised the corners of his mouth.

With his powerful Ganoderma lucidum, Xiao Junqian will definitely be able to wake up.

With firm thoughts in mind, Lingzhi ate some grass and fruit, lay down beside the hay and waited for Xiao Junqian to wake up.

The sleep was long and dark, and the pain from the wrist made Lingzhi wake up with a start.

He was still in shock and watched the place where his wrist was cut open being pinned down by a man, and he pursed his lips and said in a muffled voice: "Xiao Junqian, you scratched me and hurt me."

Xiao Yan clenched his trembling wrist, his vision was dim and blurry, and the faint light reminded him that he was not dead yet.

He covered his lips and coughed low, letting out a few broken laughs.

Lingzhi was in pain and curious: "What's the matter with you?"

Xiao Yan woke up intermittently in the past few days and knew what kind of poison he was poisoned. He was able to attack him with the last rare Zen mind in the world, which shows that the person who poisoned him didn't want him to have the slightest chance of surviving.

He also thought that his life was over, but who knew...

Xiao Yan clenched the little medicine man's hand, and smiled from the corners of her bright red lips.

"You saved me."

Lingzhi faltered: "Just, I just fed you some herbs."

Xiao Yan turned a deaf ear to it, and the smile on his lips made him look extraordinarily gentle, like a breeze caressing the moon, and his narrow, long and deep handsome eyes were like ripples.

Lingzhi was stunned for a moment, first her face slowly turned red, and then her ears became as red as her face.

Xiao Yan whispered: "Where is this place, where did you learn from?"

"There are relatives."

Lingzhi didn't know what to ask.

"I, I have been in the mountains for a long time."

No one would believe this.

Xiao Yan lowered his eyes.

The little medicine man's voice sounds very young, if there is no famous teacher to teach him, how can he have the skill of rejuvenation.

However, he is quite familiar with doctors with superb medical skills in the world, Xiao Yan really can't think of any doctor who has accepted such a disciple at this moment.

Xiao Yan is not self-important, there are many strange people in the world, maybe Xiaoyaoren's master may be an expert hidden in the mountains.

Xiao Yan said: "Little Yaoman, look at me for a long time."

Ling Zhi, who was named by name, was feverish all over, he hesitated, thinking that Xiao Junqian was so powerful, he obviously couldn't see clearly, but knew that he was secretly looking at him again.

Xiao Yan raised her deep eyes, although she couldn't see clearly, Lingzhi was terrified by the majesty in them.

But the pair of beautiful narrow eyes were tender like water in the next moment.

"You like to look at me and think I'm pretty?"

The young voice who was enlightened whispered softly, but he didn't admit it right away.

Xiao Yan suppressed a smile in his heart, with a little sarcasm, secretly thinking that his skin actually saved him once when he was dying.

The author says:

thank you all!

Especially "tenderness and sweetness" in the early stage of the attack, green tea and white lotus. . .