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During the time when Chen Yao was injured, Xu Zhen was not at home often, and the matter of taking care of Chen Yao during the day was left to Lord Stove.

When it's time for dinner, Xu Xuan will go home, and every time he will bring back some medicinal materials and boil them for Chen Yao. Chen Yao knows that these medicinal materials are good for his wounds, so he doesn't ask too much, no matter whether Xu Zhen has the mentality of revenge or purely It won't be a mess, anyway, he will drink whatever bitter and unpalatable medicine Xu Wei brings.

When he was a patient, it was much easier to serve him than when Xu Ming was a patient.

But his illness is much more troublesome than Xu Xuan's. Although Xu Zhen is often injured, his injuries heal quickly, and he belongs to the physique that can be revived purely by sleeping.

In the first few nights of his illness, he was able to sleep for a few hours, but after that, the wound on his arm always woke him up in the middle of the night, and he basically kept his eyes open until dawn in the second half of the night.

So he also knew that Xu Ming would come to his bedside in the middle of the night to see how he was sleeping, and he always pretended to be asleep so that Xu Ming would stay by his bedside longer.

It was rare for him to sleep well that night, and he woke up just before dawn when the cock crowed, and when he touched another hand, he turned his head and saw that it was Xu Zhen, who was sitting on the ground, leaning against his bed with his arm under his head, and fell asleep just like that.

He couldn't help feeling distressed, and quickly pulled him up, saying, "What's the weather like, you sit on the ground, what if you catch a cold? Want to drink medicine again?"

Xu Xuan didn't seem to wake up, dozed off with his head drooping, probably didn't hear Chen Yao's words at all, Chen Yao moved aside and pulled Xu Zhen into the bed.

Xu Zhen didn't struggle at all, maybe it was because he was still asleep, the warm blanket made him sleep more comfortably, and he murmured Chen Yao's name.

Chen Yao tucked the quilt up for him, reached out and touched his face, it was a little warm, and he could smell a faint smell of alcohol when he got closer.

"Don't go, don't leave me..."

Xu Zhen was talking in his sleep in a daze, his brows were slightly frowned, Chen Yao remembered that his husband died not long ago, afraid that he would dream of something sad, so he held his hand and called his name softly.

Xu Xuan slowly opened his eyes, blinked his eyelids up and down, sat up suddenly, withdrew his hand from Chen Yao's hand, hid back, looked at Chen Yao suspiciously, and said, "What are you doing?" on my bed?"

"This is my bed, what are you doing on my bed?"

Xu Xuan rubbed his temples. Last night he was in a bad mood and drank some wine. He obviously just came to see how Chen Yao was sleeping. Why did he wake up in Chen Yao's bed?He touched the clothes on his body, but he was relieved that they were not messed up.

Chen Yao always felt funny looking at him, and said, "I'm getting up, this bed is still warm, you can sleep a little longer."

Seeing that Chen Yao was about to get up, Xu Xuan quickly stretched out his hand to stop him. Seeing him looking over, he lowered his head in embarrassment, and said falteringly, "You, you, lie down first, don't get up."

"doing what?"

After Chen Yao lay down, he thought that Xu Zhen would leave, but he didn't expect that he would follow him back into the bed.

Xu Xuan: "Does your hand hurt?"

"It's okay, the flesh will grow back and it will be fine." Chen Yao turned sideways slightly, saw the man rubbing his temples, and asked, "Why are you drinking again? Your injuries..."

"If I don't drink, you'll get better quickly. You're still hurting yourself, so don't worry about me!"

Chen Yao was stunned for a moment, he could clearly hear the complaint in Xu Zhen's words, Xu Zhen probably felt that his words were wrong, but he couldn't take it back, and turned his face away from him.

He saw a faint blush on Xu Zhen's face, but he wondered if it was because of the wine.

Chen Yao: "Did you have a nightmare just now?"

"Um……"

"Dream about Mr.?"

Xu Xuan shook his head, turned his back and closed his eyes, as if he didn't intend to answer Chen Yao's question.

Chen Yao stared blankly at the gauze above his head for a while, and suddenly felt the people around him shrink back, and turned his head to see the arched quilt trembling slightly, he stretched out his hand to hold Xu Zhen's shoulder, but the trembling was even stronger up.

"Xu Xuan, why do you..."

Before Chen Yao could finish speaking, he saw Xu Xuan lifted the quilt and ran out. He could have caught him, but the wound started to hurt uncontrollably. He endured the pain and chased out the door, only to see that figure He lightly jumped onto the roof and jumped out of the yard.

"Morning Mr. Chen, where are you going in a hurry?" Stove Lord floated out from nowhere.

"Stove Lord," Chen Yao respectfully bowed to Stove Lord, remembering Xu Xuan's drinking last night, so he asked for advice.

"It's okay, that kid just never learns well. He was always like this when my husband was around, but it's rare to get drunk. In most cases, he pretends to scare his husband."

"I always feel that he has something to say to me, but as soon as I ask, he will run away." Chen Yao sighed. Recently, he has become more and more confused about Xu Zhen.

The Stove Lord chuckled twice, and said, "Master Chen, can't you see what the half-immortal is thinking?"

"Why is he avoiding me?"

Lord Stove raised his chin towards the tree, and Chen Yao turned his head to look, and saw Mr.'s bamboo stick, with the white strips tied on the top shaking gently in the wind.

Lord Stove: "I also watched Banxian grow up. That child is smart and thoughtful, but he is not in good health. For a long time, the master didn't allow him to go out to play with other children at all. He couldn't go out to play. Just teasing my husband at home, if my husband has no time to talk to him, he will climb up a tree by himself and sit for an hour or two until his husband comes to ask him to eat, and then he will come down... If he grows up a bit, his husband will not be able to control him Let him jump up and down all over the village and run around chasing wild dogs. The husband scolded him for always getting hurt all over before he wanted to go home... Alas, the village said that this child without a father and mother is very wild, In fact, I just want to be hurt by others, sir let go like this, alas..."

Chen Yao pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Lord Stove, are there any fireworks sellers around here?"

"Yes, there is a small workshop for making fireworks at the entrance of the village. Mr. Chen wants to buy some for the New Year?"

"Well, the dead cannot be brought back to life, and the living must live well."

Chen Yao re-bandaged the wound, put on his clothes, went to the courtyard and said to Lord Stove: "If he comes back and asks, tell him that I am under the willow tree by the river in the west of the city. If he doesn't want to go, Lord Stove doesn't have to persuade him. I'll be back in time."

That night, the Stove Lord waited for a long time at home before bringing Xu Tingpan back home. As soon as the half-immortal came home, he burrowed into the back kitchen, as if he hadn't eaten all day, and saw the half-cold steamed buns in the pot. After taking it, I stuffed it into my mouth, searched here and there, and ignored the Stove Lord at all.

"Oh, half-immortal, where have you been? Mr. Chen has gone out to Chengxihe."

"Oh, I see." Xu Xuan didn't care, he put the cold food on the table and started to eat quickly. The Stove Lord didn't want Chen Yao to wait by the river, so he hurriedly urged Xu Zhen to find Chen Yao.

"No, no, if you are worried, go and ask him to come back. I just got home and asked me to run away. I won't go."

Lord Stove thought that Xu Wei was probably hungry, and he would go to Chen Yao when he was full, so he waited for Xu Xuan to sweep away the food on the table and urged him again.

"Master Stove, what good is Mr. Chen doing to you? Are you treating him like this?" After clearing the dining table, Xu Wei returned to the backyard to fetch hot water to wash the dishes, and said as he washed, "If you are worried about him, follow him." , I don’t have anything to eat in my house for you, if you don’t like to stay, you can leave, I will be alone.”

Lord Stove had waited all day for such a grotesque accusation from Xu Zhen, he couldn't help feeling annoyed, and said, "Yes, you Xu Banxian are amazing, and I, an old fairy, can't bother you! I don't know why that young master is blind. Only then can I see something as inhuman as you!"

"My little fairy is neither human nor ghost, so what is your Stove Lord?"

The Stove Lord was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, turned a stream of smoke into the statue in the back kitchen, and said angrily: "If the half-immortal doesn't like the old fairy, you can just tear the statue away!"

Xu Zhen exhaled heavily, washed the bowl, and went back to the room.

Lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, sitting up, hearing the wind outside the door, thinking that Chen Yao had come back, and listening quietly for a while before realizing otherwise.

Feeling cold, he looked back for his clothes, but saw the neatly folded velvet scarf at the head of the bed. He took it, and the original decision in his heart that he would never go to Chen Yao was shaken.

He wrapped his scarf, put on his clothes, and walked out of the house, only to see snowflakes falling in the courtyard. He couldn't help worrying about that idiot by the river bank, so he went back to the house to find his coat and the oil-paper umbrella, and jumped out of the courtyard lightly. door, and rushed to the river west of the city.

He came to Chengxihe, but did not see Chen Yao, wondering if he had gone back, or the Stove Lord lied to him?What is Chen Yao running to Xihe in the middle of the night?

The Stove Lord didn't lie to him, he didn't listen to others himself, so the Stove Lord only spread half of Chen Yao's words, and got angry.

He was walking along the Chengxi River, and suddenly remembered that Chen Yao mistook him for a "female ghost" that night, so he stopped and turned his head to look at the dark other side.

He walked across the small stone bridge with an umbrella. There were not many places with willow trees on the west side of the city. From a distance, he saw a snowman piled under the willow tree. There was a black figure beside him, probably Chen Yao.

He walked lightly to the tree, Chen Yao was very surprised to see him coming, chased him and asked him if he was cold.

Xu Xuan stuffed the coat into his arms, told him to put it on, and said, "I'm not cold, what are you going to do when you're not at home?"

"Set off the fireworks," Chen Yao patted off the snow on his shoulders, put on the overcoat Xu Xuan gave him, and felt that it wasn't so cold. He reached out to take the oil-paper umbrella. flick.

However, Chen Yao took his hand and walked to the bank. Winter was coming to an end, and there was still a thin layer of ice on the river, but when he approached, he could already hear the sound of trickling under the ice.

Chen Yao put down the umbrella, squatted down and lit the pyrotechnic tube, bright flames rushed from the ground to the sky, and huge flowers bloomed.

Xu Xuan looked up at the fireworks rising into the night sky, glowing for a while and then disappearing. He was not surprised, but felt an inexplicable sense of loneliness.

He didn't like fireworks, but Chen Yao didn't know, he just saw some clues from his face.

Chen Yao: "Don't you like it?"

"Well, I'm sorry..." Xu Xuan knew that Chen Yao just wanted to make him happy. He was actually a little moved, but it was hard to make himself happy.

"It's okay, I have something else for you," Chen Yao turned around, walked to the big snowman, and pulled off the two sticks on the snowball.

"what?"

"Candied haws," Chen Yao handed one to Xu Zhen, and said, "You always like this, right?"

Xu Zhen was stunned for a moment, smiled and bit off a hawthorn wrapped in brown sugar. It was sweet and sour, and it was delicious even in winter.

Xu Xuan looked at the candied haws in Chen Yao's hand while eating, and asked, "Why don't you eat it?"

"I'm afraid you don't have enough to eat." Chen Yao held up an umbrella to cover the heads of the two of them.

Xu Xuan raised his eyes to look at him, but didn't know what to say, so he lowered his head and ate candied haws by himself. When the one in his hand was finished, he reached out for the one in Chen Yao's hand.

The snow fell heavily, and the umbrella tipped gently over Xu Ting's head, and snow fell on Chen Yao's shoulders.

After eating the last hawthorn, Xu Xuan bit the stick, pushed the umbrella towards Chen Yao, raised his hand to pat the snow off Chen Yao's shoulder, and asked softly, "Chen Yao, can you wait for me for three years?"

"Well, you can wait for as many years as you want."

"...Thank you." Xu Xuan moved closer to Chen Yao, so that the two people under the umbrella would not have to suffer from falling snow.

Chen Yao looked up at the umbrella, and suddenly said, "You should thank the old man who sold you the umbrella."

"why?"

"Those two are not ducks."

"what is that?"

"mandarin duck."

Xu Zhen was stunned for a moment, took the umbrella and shook off the snow on the surface of the umbrella, and carefully looked at the two "ducks" playing in the water. It was a pair of mandarin ducks.

But the old man who sold the umbrella knew who he was going to give the umbrella to, intentionally or unintentionally, but they still tied the knot.