[Mo Dao Tongren] Chaomu·Twins

The rain after Qingming seems to have no intention of stopping at all.For several days, the dense fog covered the mountains with deep clouds.

Inside the Library Pavilion, a tall figure stood in the curtain.

The young man was as tall and straight as a mountain, his forehead wiped squarely, and his robe fluttered faintly in the damp wind that leaked in from the window.

Various books are displayed on the wooden shelves lined with scrolls.Lan Yinuo's hands flicked one by one, and stopped on a mottled and old scroll.

——"Shen Nong's Herbal Classic"

He has read it too many times.Top-grade medicinal materials are non-toxic and nourishing; middle-grade medicinal materials are non-toxic or poisonous and nourish deficiency; low-grade medicinal materials are highly toxic and relieve cold.

Although I read it many times, I still can't get the point.As if the effects of all medicinal materials are just a set of hypocrisy, until I met Nie Qin...

Not bad, Qin'er...

Lan Yinuo's hand trembled undetectably.

The wet wind suddenly lifted the pages of the book, and the paper rustled, bringing the young man's mood back to Qinghe Fengzhuang.

tuk-tuk-tuk-

The young man gradually regained consciousness amidst the phantoms.

He heard a sound like a stone hitting a mortar.In the confusion, I saw a pink figure sitting not far away, holding a medicine spoon to sprinkle something into the medicine bowl, the sleeves were rolled up, and the slender jade white wrist was carefully pounding the medicine pestle, the warm yellow sky light came from outside the house Dispersed behind the girl, it reveals a soft body line, which makes the face firm and plump.

Lan Yinuo just kept silent, staring blankly.

It wasn't until the girl realized that he was awake that she lost her gaze and looked away.

It was such a startling glance that hit his heart so far, making him forget the time, but he could never forget the feeling of palpitation.

Come back to your senses.

Lan Yinuo sat down in front of the book bed, "Shen Nong's Materia Medica" has not been opened.He put the scroll aside, but unconsciously touched the Yinuoqin with both hands, and began to play.

Yixian lightly lifted, but was startled suddenly.

The Yinuoqin under the fingertips shimmered, and the sound of the piano resounded quietly.

——The scroll on one side is "Shen Nong's Materia Medica"?

Lan Yinuo just remembered that it was the ray of enlightenment from the ghost trapped in the piano.

Slightly surprised. "Exactly," he replied.

- The source of pharmacy.

"Do you know medicine?" Lan Yinuo asked.

——I read a little or two before my death.

He was startled again.

He remembered Fengzhuang back then. In order to deliver medicine to Ziling, he came to the pharmacy to look for Nie Qin.

The girl stood in front of the bubbling medicine bowl, squatting halfway, half of her eyes covered by the steaming mist, with a focused and gentle expression.

"Cough...Miss Nie..." He always felt that he seemed to be disturbing, so he lowered his head and coughed lightly, and stepped into the pharmacy.

"Ah! Mr. Lan, you are here." The girl stood up. "Wait for a while, this medicine will be ready in a while. Sit here first."

He sat down at a wooden table not far away.

Nie Qin is not like the arrogance of ordinary ladies. Although Fengzhuang has no shortage of servants, she does everything by herself.

Looking at her busy figure, Lan Yinuo couldn't help but fall into the girl's frowns and smiles, but suddenly looked away.

When I looked back, I caught a glimpse of a volume of "Shen Nong's Herbal Classic" placed on the table.Exactly the same as my own volume.

""Shen Nong's Materia Medica"?" Lan Yinuo said to himself.

"Well, yes. I have nothing to do while waiting for the medicine, so I look through it from time to time." Nie Qin replied.

"Well, the source of pharmacy." The boy said, opened the book, and flipped through it.

The skylight outside the house poured in through the window lattice, refracted on the person who was flipping through the book, making the handsome young man's brows and eyes radiate a little tenderness.

The girl was startled, then said softly: "Do you know medicine?"

"Just read a little bit." Lan Yinuo raised his head and touched Nie Qin's eyes, his heart skipped a beat. "It's just that every medicinal material has its own effect. But when you encounter a disease that needs to be cured, you don't know which one to use. If there is a slight difference, if you use it wrong, the antidote can become poison."

"Exactly..." The girl's soft voice was mellow, and she didn't know if it was the illusion of a teenager, but she could hear a trace of helplessness. "Some antidotes are formulated with poison. The theory of medicine is true, it just depends on how people use it..."

At that time, I only felt that this statement was subtle, but now I really understand the meaning of it.Lan Yinuo's heart twitched violently, he clutched his chest, panting softly.

--What’s wrong with you?

Ghost's zither sounded again.

"It's nothing, I just remembered an old man." Lan Yinuo replied.

——A person whose heart hurts when he thinks about it...?

Qin Yu seemed to hesitate slightly.

"No, that's the one you love." Lan Yinuo heard his voice mumble amidst the sound of rain, but he was determined.

——how is she...how?

Qin language again.Lan Yinuo didn't know why, and the pain and love overflowing in his heart poured out all at once.He didn't know who this ghost in the piano was or where it came from, he just wanted to tell someone, no matter who it was.Tell him or her that he has someone who loves that deeply.He loved her, she lied to him, she regretted it, and he regretted it too.But thousands of sails have passed, and they will never be found.

The rain outside the window seemed to have stopped, and the fog between the mountains gradually dissipated.

Lan Yinuo didn't know how long she had been talking about, from the first time they met each other, fell in love, and then separated again.When I came back to my senses, the tears were dry.

He didn't know if the ghost in the piano was still there, so he staggered up and wanted to leave.

After turning around for a while, the piano sounded.

——What if...she still loves you?

The rustling language of the qin is heart-wrenching.

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