Master is a white moonlight

Among the lofty mountains, a cool breeze suddenly blows, rustling the leaves.The emerald green leaves sway into the sea, and the waves are churning.

Leng Yizhen held a bamboo basket in his left hand and squatted in the bushes half a person's height.Carefully turning over a pile of dead leaves, a pair of almond eyes carefully searched the things in front of them.

Suddenly, a gleam of light appeared in the pupils of Qiushui.With a smile, revealing a row of bright teeth like white jade shells.

A large field of elderflowers appeared in front of my eyes, each plant was one meter high.A piece of oval-shaped emerald green leaves are distributed on the grass stems and branches, and the corolla about one centimeter at the top is full of small white flowers.

After searching for a whole day, Leng Yizhen finally found it!

Because all the elderflowers within a radius of several kilometers were dug up by Leng Yijiao, it was not easy to find the elderberry in front of me.

Leng Yizhen smiled happily, picked up the sickle in the bamboo basket, and cut off the elderberry plant in front of him from the bottom of the root.

With a "bang", a bolt of lightning pierced the sky.Immediately afterwards, drops of raindrops fell from the sky.As the clouds thicken, the raindrops gradually become denser.

Leng Yizhen ignored it and continued to cut the elderberry with a sickle until the whole basket was filled with herbs.Only then did Leng Yijiao get up, protecting the bamboo basket with both hands, and ran quickly in the direction he came from.

A woman in a long white dress was sitting in a wheelchair, her pretty brows furrowed slightly.With freshly washed blue hair hanging loosely, the long and narrow phoenix eyes looked at the rain and fog in front of her.

The raindrops became bigger and bigger, and the rain and fog gradually became thicker, hiding the mountain from the woman's sight.

The raindrops from the eaves dripped one by one, "tick tick tick" on the bluestone slab.Years of raindrops have accumulated shallow puddles on the bluestone slabs.

The woman looked down at her legs, her amber pupils were as indifferent as ever, but there was a wry smile at the corner of her mouth.

Suddenly, Leng Yijiao's voice came from the muddy path in front of him.

"Master! Master! I found it!" Leng Yijiao happily trotted towards Shen Han at the eaves.

Shen Han leaned forward slightly and stretched his body, his pair of phoenix eyes half-closed.When he saw the familiar figure in the distance, the corner of his mouth could not help but twitch a slight smile.

"Xiao'er, you are completely soaked." Shen Han looked up at Leng Yijian standing in front of him, and softly persuaded, "Hurry up and take a hot bath in the house."

"Master, look quickly, what do you think I found?" Leng Yizhen squatted down, took out the bamboo basket under his arms, and brought it to Shen Han, "It's an elderberry!"

"I searched for a whole day, and finally found it for me." Leng Yizhen looked down at the elderberry in the bamboo basket, as if he had found a treasure.

"Xiao'er, be obedient, go take a bath." Shen Han held a white handkerchief with the tip of his right finger, and raised his hand to wipe the water drops from Leng Yijiao's face. There was a reed embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief.

"En." Leng Yizhen nodded, got up and walked towards the house.

In the middle of the bathroom is a large wooden bathtub, and the full bucket of hot water is steaming, and the water vapor envelopes the entire bathroom.

There are dark green withered grass vines floating on the water. In order to neutralize the smell of traditional Chinese medicine, some dry rose bones were added to the water.

As the water temperature rises, the rose buds gradually bloom, and the blossoms float on the water, as if blooming on vines.

Leng Yizhen took off her drenched clothes, barefooted, and stepped into the wooden barrel filled with herbs.

With long light brown hair floating on the water, Leng Yizhen rested his head on the edge of the wooden barrel, taking a comfortable bath in the hot water.

All of this was prepared for Leng Yijiao by the careful master.The master said that it can prevent wind and cold from invading the body.Sure enough, in these years, Leng Yizhen had never had typhoid fever.

Leng Yizhen didn't know who his parents were, nor how he came to be beside Shen Han, and was raised by Shen Han.

Three years ago, Leng Yizhen had a serious illness, and after waking up, she couldn't remember anything.

Shen Han is very beautiful, he is the most beautiful person Leng Yijiao has ever seen since he grew up.The figure is slender and tall, and the fingers are as sharp as green bamboo, but they are not weak.

The pupils are clear amber, and a pair of phoenix eyes are narrow and deep.There is a small tear mole at the end of the left eye, which can't be seen if it is inadvertently noticed.The lip color is very light, and the face is as white as paper all the year round, without any blood color.

Shen Han's left leg is disabled, but for some reason, Shen Han never mentioned it, even if Leng Yiluo asked.

Leng Yizhen just graduated from high school this year, and Leng Yizhen, who is excellent in character and learning, was admitted to a 985 college in the province as he wished, and naturally chose the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine as his major.

In two months, Leng Yijiao will report to the school in the province.During this period of time, Leng Yizhen had to find a way to gather more elderberries and keep them at home for Shen Han's emergencies.

The old disease of Shen Han's left leg often causes sudden pain due to cloudy and rainy days.I thought it was rheumatism, but I went to the hospital for several checkups, but nothing was found. I had to rely on elderberry to temporarily suppress the pain.

In the evening, the rain was getting heavier, and the bean-sized raindrops outside the window hit the glass window, making a "slapping" sound.

Leng Yizhen stood at the door of Shen Han's bedroom, holding a newly bought mobile phone in his hand.After hesitating, he finally raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.

"Is it Jian'er?" Shen Han's gentle voice came from inside the room.

"It's me, master." Leng Yizhen stood behind the door, holding the phone tightly with both hands.

"The door is unlocked, come in." Shen Han's voice came from the house again.

Leng Yizhen gently pushed open the door, and the fingertips holding the mobile phone box were beading with sweat.With his head slightly lowered, he approached Shen Han.

Shen Han was sitting in a wheelchair, standing by the window, looking up at the rain and fog outside the window.

"Xian'er, can't you sleep?" Shen Han heard the sound of the door opening, slowly turned the wheelchair around, and looked at the person coming.

"Master, I have something I want to give you." Leng Yizhen took out a brand new mobile phone from behind her, with slightly flushed cheeks, and put her hands in front of Shen Han's eyes.

"This is..." Shen Han took the mobile phone that Leng Yizhen handed over, with a smile on his lips, "Why did you give me the mobile phone? I never use it."

"I just thought that master doesn't need a mobile phone. After I go to the province to study, I have to take winter and summer vacations before I can go home." Leng Yizhen's tone became a little flustered, speaking faster than usual, "I don't worry about master , I want to be able to contact the master often.”

"I bought it with the money I sold herbal medicine. I didn't have much money, so I couldn't buy a better mobile phone." Leng Yizhen quickly added, "But sending text messages and answering calls is completely fine."

"Xian'er." Shen Han touched the phone with his cool fingers, a soft smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth, "Thank you."

"Master, then I'll go back to sleep." Leng Yizhen looked at Shen Han's smile, and his heart suddenly beat faster.

"Well, let's go." Shen Han nodded his chin slightly at Leng Yikan, his eyes stayed on Leng Yikan until his back completely disappeared at the door.

Tonight, Leng Yizhen suffered from insomnia and lay in bed unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Leng Yizhen put his hands behind his head, trying hard to recall what happened when he was a child.But it's still vague, it's all fragments, I can't remember it clearly.

Suddenly, there was a dull pain in the temple again.Leng Yizhen quickly pulled out his hands that were pillowed behind his head, and rubbed his temples with his fingertips to relieve the pain.

Fortunately, as long as Leng Yizhen doesn't think about it, this weird headache won't attack, and it will disappear after a while.

Shen Han is a famous doctor of a generation, and his superb medical skills spread throughout the county.On weekdays, there was an endless stream of people who came to see Shen Han for medical consultation.

But even so, Shen Han couldn't cure Leng Yizhen's headache.Leng Yijiao also went to the top three hospitals in the province to see him, but he couldn't find out the cause at all, so how could he prescribe the right medicine.

After lingering on the bed for a long time, tossing and turning, Leng Yizhen finally fell asleep.

That night, Leng Yizhen had a dream related to Shen Han.

In the dream, Leng Yizhen pressed Shen Han under him, kissing the other's soft lips eagerly.

Shen Han's voice in the dream was very pleasant, gentle and crisp.The sound lured Leng Yizhen to instinctively carry out the movements on his hands, as if his body was out of control.

Although Leng Yizhen didn't quite understand how to proceed, but in the dream, Leng Yijiao relied on a kind of instinct, and finally made the last step ignorantly.

In the dream, Leng Yizhen seemed to be able to feel his own beating heart, and Shen Han's smooth and tender skin.

After waking up, Leng Yizhen blamed himself very much, and his heart was full of guilt.His head was slightly lowered, and some messy light brown long hair was scattered on both sides of his shoulders.

Sitting blankly leaning against the head of the bed for a long time, letting the fine beads of sweat cover his forehead, he could clearly feel the moistness coming from his lower body.

Leng Yizhen just celebrated her birthday last month, and I also heard from my friends talking about Chun丨Dream. We also discussed who the object of Chun丨Dream was, and said that getting up the next day would be "wet". ".

Leng Yizhen is always an observer, because he has never had a similar dream, and he doesn't know what such a dream is like.

This is great, the object of my spring dream is actually my master.Before that, Leng Yijiao didn't understand what "wet" meant, but now he understands everything.

White fish maws began to appear outside the window, the brilliance of the morning sun broke through the clouds, and the golden beams penetrated through the thick clouds and sprinkled the earth.

Leng Yizhen bit her lower lip lightly, got up and went to the closet, rummaged through a drawer and found a pair of clean underwear.Blushing, she hid in the quilt and changed it secretly.

Leng Yijiao slipped into the toilet before it was bright.After quickly washing the changed underwear, I was relieved and felt relieved.

He was doing a very ordinary thing, but Leng Yizhen acted like a thief, listening to the movement outside the toilet with his ears sideways, worried that the master would find out.