I have a catastrophe

Before Yuan Qing could answer, a woman in coarse cloth and plain clothes walked in from outside the house, with two bowls of porridge and rice in her hand, followed by a child who was probably five or six years old. Why does this look a little familiar, but I didn't remember it.He held a small spoon and two pairs of wooden chopsticks in his hand.The woman smiled happily, and there was an extra line of wrinkles around her eyes, but even if there was an extra line, it didn't affect her beautiful face.

"The food is ready, you two young gentlemen, hurry up and eat some!" The child has been looking at Yuan Qing since he entered the room, with a silly smile on his face, isn't he silly?He put the eating spoon and wooden chopsticks on the table, and followed the woman out.When he was about to leave the threshold, the child turned his head and looked at Yuan Qing and me, still looking foolish.

I don't think his face is so stupid, or he has experienced some kind of mutation, which led to his stupidity. I think it is necessary to treat him.Because they took in Yuan Qing and the injured me, it was a kindness.

I was lost in thought, and suddenly, Yuan Qing shook my shoulders: "What are you thinking about! Get up and eat." Her quiet and elegant eyes fixed on my face, "Why, I can't feed you myself. "

I looked at him and thought to myself, I don't dare to do this, you Yuanqing is superior and I am inferior.If you have that heart, you don't dare to show your courage.Yan Xiao briefly said, "I'm afraid that if you, Yuan Qing, feed the food yourself, you will lose 1000 years of your life!"

He hurt me unceremoniously, "You want to, but you can't fold it!" He smiled coolly, turned and walked to the table, brought the porridge, took a small spoon, and folded it back , sitting on the edge of the bed, I also sat up on the head of the bed, put on my boots, he said: "Sit down, I'll feed you."

I hastily declined: "How can this be done?"

He said: "You are wounded, you can't move, if you touch the wound, you won't be hurt!" As he said, he poured a small spoonful of porridge and rice into the bowl with his hand, and sent it to my mouth Side, "Didn't you feed me like this before, so this time, I will pay you back."

Ah!And this one?Then I am disrespected.

He fed me spoonful by spoonful, and I ate porridge and rice bite by bite. This was the first time I saw Yuan Qing who treated me so tenderly.It's not like the icy expression I saw for the first time before.When I thought of his icy face, my heart trembled unconsciously, and my body trembled.

He asked, "What's wrong?"

I said, "It's a bit cold!"

He thought I was talking about the porridge in the bowl, so he took a sip first: "It's not cold! If you think it's cold, I'll make another bowl."

He got up and left, I stretched out my hand to stop him, accidentally pulled the wound, endured the pain, and said calmly: "No, it's so late, you better not disturb the elder sister and the others."

He turned around suspiciously, "Didn't you say that the porridge is cold!"

I laughed and said: "It's not that the porridge is cold, it's..." Yuan Qing looked at me and asked, "What's wrong?" I looked at him, thinking, should I be telling the truth, or... I smiled awkwardly, or the truth To be honest: "When I think of your icy face before, I can't help but feel cold." Yuan Qing didn't have any expression on his face when he heard this. Let’s eat some food! There’s so much nonsense there.” I was suddenly fed a spoonful of porridge, almost choking on it.

After dinner, the woman came to take away the bowls, chopsticks, small soup spoons, and closed the door for us, which creaked and creaked.Yuan Qing and I glanced in that direction, then turned back.

After I lay down, he tucked in the quilt for me again, "Go to sleep!" He went to the window and lowered the half-opened window.Looking back, I saw that I was looking at him, not sleepy, and asked: "What's the matter, can't sleep?" He just asked, I closed my eyes immediately, and fell asleep.

As for me, I actually didn't sleep, I was just meditating and closing my eyes.The point is that even if I keep my eyes open, I don't know what to say to Yuan Qing, so I just close my eyes.I think Yuan Qing is checking the book of destiny again, presumably to see if there is anything abnormal in the book of fate.Squinting his eyes, he took a peek through the gap, and sure enough, he was sitting by the table, reading the Book of Destiny in his hand.

But he looked at me from the corner of his eyes, and I hurriedly closed my eyes.Presumably Yuanqing must have noticed that I was pretending to be asleep, so he just shook his head and smiled lightly, and didn't ask me why.

midnight...

"Fluorescence..."

Suddenly woke up from the dream, sat up suddenly, with a sad voice, it should be me who shouted!

Hearing the sound, Yuan Qing hurried to the bedside, he seemed to understand, and asked: "What's wrong?" It was Yuan Qing, who woke up after a while, looked at him, his face was heavy, but also a little happy, looking forward to it, and asked me : "Did you dream of something? Do you have any impression?"

The dream is as real as reality, but why is there no memory at all!Slowly took a breath, and replied: "It's vague in the dream, I didn't see it real." Then he thought carefully: "I don't have any impression."

He said, "It's okay, take your time."

When he was about to turn back to the table, I called him: "Yuanqing, did you know me early?"

Yuan Qing paused for a moment, then sat down on the edge of the bed next to me.Suddenly he stretched out his arm, patted my hand on my shoulder, and said: "Don't think about it, you are injured, you should rest quickly."

Actually, I wanted to ask him a long time ago, but today I finally dare to ask him.It would have been easier if he had known me before I died.Seeing his expression, I am a little uncertain, does he know me, or does he not know me?With doubts in his arms, he lay on the bed, tossed and turned, and fell asleep.

I got up early that morning, and he brought a basin of clean water, put it on the wooden shelf, and tore off a cloth towel from the crossbar of the wooden shelf, soaked it and brought it to me to wipe my face.Yuan Qing and I stood by the wooden shelf and expressed my thoughts, and he agreed.

If you receive favors from others, you must return them.

In the yard, under the peach blossom tree by the corner, Chier was squatting under the tree and playing with mud. Yuan Qing and I walked over there.Ask: "What's your name!" He looked up at Yuan Qing and me, smiled silly, didn't speak, then turned his head back and continued playing with mud.

Yuan Qing also knelt down and watched him making a clay figurine. I looked left and right, was it a person?Yuan Qing asked with a slight smile, "Are you making clay figurines?" He turned to look at Yuan Qing, just smiled but didn't answer.Yuan Qing said: "Do you want to learn, I will teach you." He still just smiled and didn't answer.Yuan Qing rolled up the sleeves on both sides, picked up the corner of the robe that was dragging on the ground, tucked it around his waist, and picked up the crumpled mud that had been stirred up on the ground. In his hands, the lump of mud was like magic. Gone are the crumpled cracks at first, replaced by a slippery, oily, muddy surface.

As for me, I turned to a sunny place, moved a chair, and sat there, just looking at Yuan Qing and that idiot-like child.

We didn't see the elder sister who took us in early in the morning. She was not at home, so she must have gone to the market in the town.I just sat there and watched Yuan Qing teach that child to make a clay figurine. At first, the clay figurine that the child made was crooked, not human-like, not even ghost-like.With mud still covering his face, Yuan Qing raised his sleeves and gently wiped the mud off the child's face.He smiled and said: "Look, this little face is almost turning into a clay figurine." The child just stared at Yuan Qing blankly.

The author has something to say:

Today I want to talk about my first loyal fan, who gave me motivation and hope.

I don't know his name, but he was the first loyal fan of my novel published at Qidian, and he was also the fan who moved me and motivated me to write it down.

I applied for a contract at the starting point, knowing that I couldn’t sign it, I once wanted to give up and change the subject, but this loyal fan supported me and chased me from the starting point to Jinjiang, which really surprised me. For this loyal fan, I gave up my heart After all, I will continue to finish writing this book and write it to the end.