Small Lingzhi

Lingzhi babbled in her dream, shouting coldly.

Beads of sweat continued to ooze from the smooth and shiny forehead, Mei Ruobai stretched out her hand to touch it, and it was covered in cold sweat.

As soon as he touched it, the person trapped in the nightmare was awakened immediately, and his whole body stiffened and trembled violently like a conditioned reflex.

Lingzhi was drowsy, her wet eyelashes parted a small slit, and the person she saw in a trance was Mei Ruobai, her heart sank suddenly, her lips moved slightly, she hesitated to speak, but her throat couldn't make a sound, It seemed to be relieved.

Lingzhi pursed her pale lips and smiled weakly at Mei Ruobai, closing her dazed eyes again.

Mei Ruobai called him softly: "Lingzhi."

The young man's delicate brows were frowned, and his face, which had little blood left, subconsciously buried himself deeper into the bedding, trying to hide himself well.

Mei Ruobai thought about Lingzhi's reaction, while Xiao Yan sat outside the curtain, naturally taking Lingzhi's movements into his eyes.

The handsome pale face was overshadowed, and he turned a slight angle to avoid Lingzhi noticing that he was sitting outside the curtain.

It was not easy for Mei Ruobai to criticize Xiao Yan, if she said that just now, if Xiao Yan came back to his senses, even if he didn't suffer, others would more or less be implicated.

It is a mistake for ordinary people to do what they know they can't do, but Xiao Yan has no worries.

Several servants stood together outside the door, all holding quilts warmed by the sun in their arms.

The little servant who served Lingzhi wrapped the quilt layer by layer over Lingzhi, covering three layers. Mei Ruobai spoke softly and stopped the servant's movements.

"No matter how lightly the mattress is covered, it will show its weight."

The little slave, Nuosheng, wrapped up the quilt for Young Master Lingzhi and squatted in front of the low stool in the corner of the bed. Not knowing what else to do for the young master, he simply squatted and waited for orders at any time.

Lingzhi was wrapped in several layers of quilts, sweat rolled down densely, and she was still shivering with cold.

Xiao Yan said hoarsely: "Add a stove to the house."

Mei Ruobai shook her head: "No, the stove fire is dry, and it's hot nowadays, so burning a stove fire can easily overwhelm your heart, let him cover it for a little longer."

Xiao Yan only had eyes for the boy behind the curtain: "He is very cold."

Mei Ruobai tightened her fingertips on the armrest of the wheelchair, and said in a low voice: "If the grand master has a heart of sympathy and sympathy, what have you done earlier?"

That day Lingzhi chatted with him in the bamboo forest, and then went to the medicine garden for a long time.

Although Lingzhi is quiet and introverted, he does not lose the heart of a young man. He is pure and lively. When he is taught to match the prescriptions for the symptoms, even if he is wrong and Mei Ruobai points it out, his cheeks will turn red with a smile, without the slightest hint of embarrassment.

A person with such a pure, kind and beautiful character, because Xiao Yan has become what he is now.

Xiao Yan was silent, and Mei Ruobai was also silent.

Manager Liu was waiting outside the door, clasped his hands lightly, and said in a low voice: "Master, the carriage has been waiting outside the door for a long time."

Xiao Yan needs to go to the morning court today, if he just pulls a reason and pushes it away in normal times.

He squeezed his brows, and before leaving, he took another look at Lingzhi through the curtain, and told Manager Liu to keep an eye on the movement of the Jingsiyuan.

Mei Ruobai waited for Xiao Yan to leave before leaning closer to the sleeping boy.

The little slave just wiped the sweat off Lingzhi's face not long ago, and when he covered it with the blanket, the sweat came out again after a quarter of an hour.

Mei Ruobai took out a piece of white silk cloth, and carefully wiped it from Lingzhi's eyebrows along her cheeks.

Seeing this, the little servant hurriedly got up from the small stool: "Doctor Mei, let the little one do the job of serving you."

Mei Ruobai raised her hand to stop him: "It's okay, although I have no blood relationship with him, we hit it off right away, we are like brothers, you didn't see him just saw me, your face is much more relaxed."

How could the little servant dare to listen to these words, let alone answer them indiscriminately.

The master's eyeliner is everywhere in the mansion, if he chews the root of his tongue and spreads it to the master's ears, ten lives are not enough for him.

The two of them gathered around the bed and watched Lingzhi without going anywhere. Manager Liu personally brought rice porridge and soup medicine in the middle, and the little slave tried to feed Lingzhi some rice porridge, but he couldn't feed it.

Seeing this situation, Mr. Liu repeated the action of the little servant to feed Lingzhi, but none of them could be fed.

Mei Ruobai said: "Let me do it."

Manager Liu's expression remained unchanged: "Doctor Mei is a guest, how can we let a guest serve our young master."

The little slave has a stupid mouth and doesn't know how to deal with people like Mei Ruobai, but the housekeeper is different.

Even if the young master is ill, or only recognizes Mei Ruobai, but in the final analysis, the young master was brought back by their master, no matter good or bad, right or wrong, just follow the master's orders, and it's not Mei Ruobai's turn to intervene.

The little servant almost hung his head down to his shoulders, and said in a low voice, "Master, the young master is sick, and whatever you can eat will be good for your recovery..."

He didn't understand, as long as it's for the sake of the son, it doesn't matter who feeds it?It would be nice if the son could eat something, why bother.

Manager Liu said coldly: "Although the master arranged for you to serve the young master, there is only one master in the house. I hope you, a slave, will be more clear-headed."

Mei Ruobai sighed lightly, shook her head and laughed.

Here comes the little servant, who dared not say a word for a while.

Mr. Liu has work arrangements, so it is impossible to stay in the meditation courtyard all the time.When people left, the little servant ran to the door, looked left and right, closed the door gently, and handed a small bowl of porridge on the tray to Mei Ruobai.

"Doctor Mei, you can feed your son."

Mei Ruobai nodded, not accusing the servant of being timid.

As a slave, he is cautious and careful in everything. Even he sometimes has to stay out of things because of the plum garden behind him, so he doesn't ridicule and embarrass the little slave.

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Lingzhi fell asleep intermittently for several days, and her condition fluctuated from good to bad.

He occasionally wakes up at night, occasionally opens his eyes for a while when the sky is dark, his appetite is still so small that it is not as good as a cat, the little servant waits until he opens his eyes, the food that can be fed can be eaten half and half in a small bowl That's fine.

Summer is still scorching hot, and the wind that pours into the yard at dawn is the coolest and most comfortable.

The little slave sleeps with his eyes closed in a standing position. When there is a slight movement behind the bed, he shivered all over and immediately regained his energy.

Lingzhi, who was wrapped in the quilt, sweated a little on his cheeks, and the little servant had already wiped it for him half an hour ago.

Dr. Mei had ordered that you should always keep your young master's body fresh and clean.

The little servant lay on the bedside and stayed up all night, his eyes were red and swollen.

At this time, seeing that the young master's eyes are not as blurred and dazed as in the days when he was most seriously ill, but like a crescent moon emerging from the clouds, he couldn't help being happy, raised the corner of his mouth and said softly: "Young master, you are finally awake, are you still feeling uncomfortable?" ?”

Lingzhi's tightly pursed lips moved slightly, and the little servant immediately picked up the water cup, and carefully wiped the young master's lips with cotton dipped in water, so as to moisturize the lips.

Lingzhi's eyes fell on the little servant's face, and there was no one else in the room.

The little slave asked: "Does the young master want to drink water? This servant helps the young master to get up and drink some water. You have slept for a long time, and you must be thirsty and hungry now."

Lingzhi was almost completely exhausted, her limp body could only be supported by the little servant, half leaning on the soft cushion.

He tried to lift the arms that were hanging limply on both sides, but he couldn't even bend his fingers.

Seeing the panic and helplessness on Young Master's face, the little slave said distressedly: "Young Master, don't be nervous, Dr. Mei comes to see you every day."

The little servant cheered up and spoke in a dignified manner: "Doctor Mei said that the young master is tired and needs to sleep and rest more, so he will be weak if he eats less food. Now, the young master has woken up and is full. My hands and feet feel stronger after a meal.”

Lingzhi pulled the corner of his mouth weakly, and the little servant scratched his head foolishly, and said, "Master, you look so pretty when you smile, don't lie on the bed sick again, Dr. Mei and the servant are very worried about you."

Lingzhi nodded very lightly, half of his body was lying on the cushion, and he drank a little water from the hand of the little servant to moisten his throat.

The glass of water bottomed out, and the little servant sat with Lingzhi for a while, and said, "My lord, are you hungry? The back kitchen has already prepared breakfast, and the servant will bring you some."

Lingzhi shook her head, held the little servant by the sleeve, and kept a quiet posture, not telling him to go, but neither opening her mouth to speak.

Lingzhi didn't have much energy on her body, and within less than half a stick of incense she got up and leaned on the mat, she began to feel drowsy again.

The little servant helped him lie back on the quilt, and when he was lying down, he trotted out the door, rushed to the back kitchen, took breakfast and hurried back to the Jingsiyuan.

Lingzhi's meal was prepared specially by the cook following Xiao Yan's orders, and the little slave trotted back to the Jingsiyuan, and suddenly stopped outside the door, respectfully saluting the master standing behind the door.

Xiao Yan didn't say a word, and with his eyes lightly signaled the little servant to come into the house to serve him. He came just to take a look at Lingzhi, and left when he saw someone woke up.

Although Lingzhi was weak, she was somewhat alert.

The servant was not waiting in the room. When he woke up, his eyes kept staring at the direction of the door. He seemed to realize that Xiao Yan was behind the door, and his eyes were full of vigilance.

The rice porridge was soft and glutinous, the minced meat and mushrooms were boiled fragrantly, Lingzhi drank half of it, pushed the rest away with his hands, and shook his head at the little servant.

The little servant put down the bowl and picked up the plate. It was peeled and washed longan. It was plump and tender, and the sweet juice would burst out with a bite.

Lingzhi likes to eat fruit, he ate several longan, then continued to shake his head slightly, indicating that he would not eat.

When Mei Ruobai came, Lingzhi hadn't fallen asleep yet, he leaned on the side of the couch in a daze, saw the shadow in white clothes approaching, the mist in his eyes dissipated slightly, and he was a little awake.

Mei Ruobai asked the servant next to her, "When did you wake up?"

The little servant immediately told Mei Ruobai when Lingzhi was awake, and what meals and fruits he had eaten.

Mei Ruobai put her finger on Lingzhi's pulse: "If you can eat, it means your body is getting better." He looked at the young boy's snow-white face with a smile, "It's normal if you don't feel sleepy at the moment, I will read to you later. Wake up before noon and eat something."

Lingzhi's black eyes blinked slowly. He hadn't spoken to the little servant since he woke up. At this moment, he said in a low voice, "It's not raising pigs..."

Villagers at the foot of Wuqing Mountain raise a lot of pigs, and only pigs eat and sleep and continue to eat.

Mei Ruobai smiled warmly, with considerate and pity in her eyes.

He said: "It's good if you can joke with me. If you are bored in the yard, come to the plum garden to play anytime after you get well."

Lingzhi shrunk and buried herself in the quilt, his illness was not caused by suffocation in the yard.

Thinking of the pair of eyes behind the door just now, although Lingzhi didn't see anything, she could sense that the person's eyes were looking at her from behind the door.

Lingzhi pursed her lips, after Mei Ruobai read to him, his mind couldn't move, he was in a trance, as if he was in a dream.

The clear and gentle voice overlapped with Xiao Junqian's gentle and deep voice, and he moved restlessly on the pillow, for fear that Junqian would be replaced by another person with the same face and a different face.

Just after evening, the residual heat of the summer heat slowly dissipated in the wind.

Lingzhi woke up this time with a little more strength than before. He got up and sat up by himself, with his legs hanging limply from the collapsed edge.

He bent down to put on his shoes, opened the curtain, and walked towards the window.

There was a bowl of soup on the desk that the little servant fed him when he was half asleep and half asleep. Lingzhi took a sip of the remaining water in the cup, and the fishy taste in his throat seemed to fade a lot.

He cut blood and fed Junqian, and Xiao Yan raised Ganoderma lucidum with blood for a period of time. He was very sensitive to the smell of blood, and he knew it when he smelled it.

Lingzhi supported the tung tree with his hands, put his fingers into his throat against the sink and squeezed, retched for a while, but couldn't spit out anything.

Those blood drank it, drank it, and became one with him.

He was a little sad, and sat on the chair blankly until the little servant came back and quickly tied the cloak on him.

"Young master, Dr. Mei said that you can't blow the air at all right now, and you'll be fine if you catch a cold."

Lingzhi said softly, "It's all hot wind."

Where would it catch him cold?

The little servant shook his head: "Doctor Mei said that the hot wind can't blow."

The servant's eyes flashed, and he said in a very low voice: "Young master, no one in this world cares about you more than Doctor Mei, so don't be sad."

Although the master is kind to the young master, but after watching for so long, the slave suddenly understands that the young master is afraid of the master. Even if the master treats the young master well, he feels scared by the gentle and considerate expression on his face.

Lingzhi lowered her eyes and said nothing, the wind gently blew his hair, wondering if there was a pair of eyes in that attic at this moment, looking at him all the time through a door like in the morning.

Xiao Yan did not appear in front of him, but was always by his side.

In the middle of the night, Lingzhi went to bed early and woke up early, there was a dim light in the room, and the little servant was leaning on a chair outside the screen.

During the few days when he was sick, the slave had been taking care of him without closing his eyes, Lingzhi had already woken up, and the slave's spirit relaxed, and he fell into a deep sleep immediately after closing his eyes.

Lingzhi sat on the bed, he got out of bed quietly, walked around the other side of the screen, and opened the door hesitantly through the door.

The moonlight fell on the flower ridges in the garden, the fragrance was scattered in the wind, and Lingzhi's black hair swayed gently against the wind.

He was a little cold, and his eyes were not as panicky and ignorant as when he woke up in the daytime.

Lingzhi turned into another corridor soberly. When he went there that day, he didn't know his way and was ignorant. When he came back, he was also frightened and confused. Now suppressing the fear in his heart, he searched all the way to the outside of the small attic.

The long lights around the corridor were bright, but none of the lights were lit in the attic. As he approached, the door had already been locked with a big lock.

Lingzhi didn't understand why he came here, the Xitang in the attic frightened him, it was like a red cage inside, he couldn't breathe after just looking at it.

Other people's wedding halls are festive and lively, but this one is eerie and dead, and the burning red candles are like tears.

Standing in the wind, he was in a daze, recalling in a trance the red "囍" character in the cave that was blown to pieces by the wind, and the straw woven ganoderma that he carefully kept, fell to the ground and was trampled flat.

Xiao Yan arranged the wedding hall for him and pasted the characters of "Happy", and made Ganoderma lucidum for him?

Although he has done all this, he is still different from Jun Qian.

Jingsiyuan has lush trees, lush flowers and leaves, no matter where you go, there will always be a faint fragrance with you.

This delicate fragrance is wrapped in some coldness at the moment, the fragrance is different from the fragrance of flowers, Lingzhi withdraws from the state of fugue, stops stiffly in place, and tightens the skirt of her clothes.

He didn't turn his head, but the man seemed to be waiting for Lingzhi to get used to the faint cold fragrance.

At the right time, Xiao Yan made a sound.

"it's me."

Xiao Yan had already restrained herself from going forward immediately, let Lingzhi smell this cold fragrance first, and tried not to scare the other party by her appearance.

He didn't come any closer, but looked at Lingzhi's back from a few steps away, and asked in a low voice, "Why did you come here?"

And he said to himself: "You are afraid of it... you are afraid of me, aren't you..."

So Xiao Yan locked up the small attic, and removed all the things in Xitang, so that everything Lingzhi was afraid of should no longer exist.

But all the things in it were brought back from Wuqing Mountain, and there were memories of the two of them, so he was not willing to just throw them away or destroy them.

Before Lingzhi came back, as long as he thought of Lingzhi, he would come to Xitang to sit for a while, and sometimes he would rest on the Qiangong bed for a while when he was tired.

But what he used as a spiritual pillar, the obsession he was attached to and retained, turned into a childish and frightening nightmare.

He thought that Lingzhi would miss the days of Wuqing Mountain as much as he did, but he seemed to be wrong...

Lingzhi was clearly thinking of him too, so why should he be afraid of him?He is Junqian, and Junqian is him. From the beginning to the end, Xiao Junqian and Xiao Yan are people who live under the same face.

The young man in front of him turned his back to him and still did not move, Xiao Yan tightened his dry voice and said, "Go back, if you are afraid of this attic, tomorrow I will call someone to come over and dismantle it."

Lingzhi never looked back at Xiao Yan, nor spoke to him, and walked around him and left.

The slender and thin body looked light and fluffy under the clothes, Lingzhi walked very slowly, Xiao Yan followed behind him not far away.

When Lingzhi's body bumped into the stone table, Xiao Yan picked him up gently with quick eyes and hands, and found that Lingzhi's eyes were narrowed, his hair and neck were covered with sweat, and the palms of his hands were cold.

"Lingzhi." Xiao Yan leaned into the young man's ear.

He has all the power and power in his palm, and everything is at his fingertips.

Only Lingzhi, he said a word carefully, without any connection, just because of his appearance, it made the hearts of those he cherished frightened.

Xiao Yan sat on the stone bench with Lingzhi in her arms, her handsome and clear face was gloomy and lost.

Is it really necessary to send Lingzhi back to Wuqing Mountain, and everything will be better for him only if he leaves himself?

The author says:

I don't know who is stuck in the memory, and I can't let go of Wuqing Mountain... Both of them seem to be sick in their hearts, and something is wrong as I write.

But the word let go will never appear in the Taishi's dictionary.

感谢在2022-04-3023:13:08~2022-05-0123:22:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Su Jinqiu 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!