[Chailing] I want to fall in love, but my partner always pretends not to understand!

Our powerful Uncle Jiang will also get sick.

Everyone should know how hard he is on weekdays.

Those arrogance, rage, and inhumanity are all protective colors.

After the 1/3 warning, 00 suddenly went to Shouli to chase, and then was :)

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"Jiang Cheng!"

Before Wei Wuxian rushed in, everything happened too fast.

It was so fast that even Jiang Cheng himself had no idea what was going on.He threw a teacup at him, black and white spots flickered in front of his eyes, and it was like a bloody scene when it was never dark, which suddenly occupied his entire vision and was projected in his mind.His eyes widened in anger, but he couldn't see clearly.

"Lan Yuan!" Jiang Cheng couldn't see the broken porcelain from the teacup splashing on the ground, scratching Lan Sizhui's eyebrows, but he heard his nephew's voice, which was very high-pitched, piercing through the depths of his ears.

The nasal cavity was sore and swollen, as if someone had pinched the cartilage and pulled it mercilessly. He swallowed subconsciously, but felt a burning sensation in his throat.

Jiang Cheng supported the table, trying to stabilize his figure.His mouth was fishy and sweet, and his stomach, which he had forgotten for a long time, began to convulse irregularly again, and his body was spontaneously forced to curl up and helplessly resist the pain.

Unable to stand up any longer, he fell down in a slump.

Does it hurt?It seems that the panic has covered up everything, and it doesn't hurt so much.

What is he going to do?what can he do

What is the right way to do it?

Jiang Cheng heard buzzing noises in his ears, and in front of his eyes, Hua Bai stretched out his hand to grab it, but the protruding wrist bone knocked against the table. With a sweep, the small cup that had just been filled with tea was swung to the ground with a crisp "click", and fell to the ground. Got to fall apart.

It broke Jin Ling's seemingly frozen gaze.

"Uncle!" His heels were weak and he couldn't use his strength. Seeing Jiang Cheng panting against the edge of the table, his body still sliding down, he panicked, "How are you doing, Uncle!"

After kneeling for four or five hours, his legs and feet were already numb, and he ran all the way from the ancestral hall to support himself with a single breath.As soon as he hugged Lan Sizhui just now, he had exhausted all his strength, his loose legs were out of control, and he couldn't stand up even if he wanted to.

Fortunately, Lan Sizhui saw that the situation was not right, so he grabbed Jiang Cheng's arm earlier, and helped him to sit on the back chair beside him.

"Go away." Slowing down the menacing dizziness, the subtle burning pain burned his nerves all the way from his stomach, surging like waves of tide.Jiang Cheng closed his eyes and pushed Lan Sizhui's hand away: "You don't need to help me."

His hands and feet were numb from the pain, and he didn't put in five minutes of his usual effort, but he easily pushed Lan SiZhui staggeringly.

After all, Jiang Cheng is an adult male weighing about [-] to [-] kilograms. No matter how strong Lan Sizhui's arms are after training in the Lan's house, he still can't handle it. With such a palm, he was about to sit back on the ground immediately.

Wei Wuxian caught him beside him.

Jin Ling ran too fast, his body without the golden core couldn't help being exhausted, and he was quickly left behind.When he arrived after finding his way, Jiang Cheng had already collapsed in front of him.

This is the second time he has seen Jiang Cheng like this in front of him, panicked but stubbornly being beaten in pain.

For the first time, he was able to exchange Jindan to help him, this time...

"What are you doing here?" Jiang Cheng clenched his fist against his ribs, the feeling of pressing made him recall some consciousness.He lowered his eyes, not wanting to look at the three people over there, and after a long silence, he said: "Are you going to help those boys to anger me?"

"..." Wei Wuxian was about to say something, but his sleeves were pulled.He looked back, Lan Sizhui shook his head at him.

"I'll come and see you." Wei WuXian said, "By the way, I brought you food, it's from Li's on the corner of the street, and it's already in the entrance hall."

Your old favorite, their fish fillet.

"………Oh."

"I think you can't eat now." Wei Wuxian looked at his hand tightly covering his stomach, and sighed, "What happened? It's like this."

"Go back when you've seen enough of the jokes." Jiang Cheng frowned, reached out to pour himself a glass of water, and rubbed his fingertips against the cold body of the pot, the tea in it was completely cold.Holding the handle of the pot, he was stunned for a moment, and then he was about to put it down.

"Uncle, don't drink herbal tea." Jin Ling sat quietly for a while, then beat his own calf indiscriminately. At least he regained some strength. He grabbed Lan Sizhui's arm and used his strength to get up from the ground without waiting for Jiang. What Cheng said, he snatched the sand pot and was about to shout for someone outside, but suddenly realized in the next moment that there was no one around here at all.

The disciples were all evacuated by Jiang Cheng's order just now.

It's such a late day, there's not even a sweep, where can someone pour a pot of hot tea?

He was used to serving at the side of Jinlin Terrace, so Jin Ling froze in place holding the pot for a moment, tongue-tied, not knowing what to do.

"A Ling, give it to me." Lan Sizhui reached out to him, and gently took the cold teapot.The body of the pot is round, and when passed between two hands, the fingertips will inevitably rub against each other.Passing over the side of the hand, with a hot temperature that is different from cold tea, the ironing is stable and stable.Lan Sizhui lowered his eyes slightly and gave Jin Ling a reassuring look, and said softly, "I'll do it."

He put the sand pot in the palm of his hand, aroused spiritual flow, and used spiritual power to fumigate the water in the pot.Soon, the heat penetrated through the thin layer of the teapot, ironing the cooled tea, and the warmth was just right for the mouth.

"Okay." Lan Sizhui put the pot into Jin Ling's palm, "The tea is already hot."

"oh oh."

Holding the sand pot with both hands, Jin Ling stood at the table and poured water into the small cup.The color of the tea had already melted very lightly, a small tea stem ran out of the spout, floated up and down in the cup, and finally couldn't bear the weight, and fell into the bottom of the cup.

"Uncle." He looked at Jiang Cheng's motionless hand attached to his stomach, and somehow passed the teacup over, so he murmured, "Uncle...do you want to drink some water first?"

What a nonsense.

As soon as Jin Ling finished speaking, he felt regretful in his heart.If uncle doesn't want to drink water, how can he get the teapot by himself?Do you need him to ask again?

He cautiously raised the corners of his eyes to look at Jiang Cheng's face.

It's okay, alright, although he still closed his eyes expressionlessly, at least after taking his cup, he didn't frown like before.

"Jiang Cheng, I think it's better to invite someone to show you." Wei Wuxian also frowned from the side: "It's not a problem for you to hold back so much now."

"...Why are you still here?" Jiang Cheng took a sip of water, perhaps feeling his stomach swell, and returned the cup to Jin Ling.

It's just a stomachache, this kind of minor problem will pass, and it won't be a big deal.Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng glanced at Wei Wuxian's worried eyes, and suddenly felt pain in his eyes: "Why, you've lived in Lan's house for a few years, and you've become concerned about such things?"

Wei Wuxian was taken aback, also, he was probably worse than Jiang Cheng in the past.

"I'll tell you... hiss... I'll tell you to go back and you can get out, you have nothing to do here." Jiang Cheng rubbed his stomach with one hand, annoyed by the continuous spasms, he pointed at Lan Sizhui, and then He said: "Bring this kid back to your Gusu Lan Sect, I don't want to see him."

Regardless of mentioning Lan Sizhui, now that Jiang Cheng said it, Wei Wuxian suddenly thought of something.He clasped both hands, blinked at Lan Sizhui, and said, "Jiang Cheng, why don't you let Sizhui show you?"

"The Lan family's medical skills are quite good, and it just so happens that you won't be able to find a doctor here for a while..." He was interrupted by Jiang Cheng before he finished speaking: "No need."

Jiang Cheng doesn't have the energy to argue with him now, and his expression is not very good.The stomach is empty, but it feels full, just like every attack in the past, it will take a while to get over it.

"How about asking him to cook you some soup or something?" Wei Wuxian smiled, a little self-deprecating: "It seems that he is the only one who can cook here now."

"........."

"Jiang Cheng, you can't hide your illness and avoid medical treatment, so what's the point of treating him like an ordinary doctor?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Wei Wuxian knew that he was uncomfortable and bored, so he just pretended that he had acquiesced. He waved to Lan SiZhui, pressed Jiang Cheng's hand on the armrest of the chair, and said, "Come here, let him see, smell, ask, and cut."

Jiang Cheng was suddenly held down, a little bit annoyed.He opened his eyes, twitching his wrists angrily, but at this moment the pain was so painful that he couldn't pull it out, so he stared at Wei Wuxian's face desperately, his brows seemed to pinch a fly to death: "Let go my hand!"

Lan Sizhui's fingertips were already on his veins, and Jiang Cheng's angry head showed some signs of dizziness, and he shouted with almost all his strength, "Who will allow you..."

Wei Wuxian stuck with his words: "It's just pulse detection. You said you were probed the first time, so what's the difference if you are probed a few times? Could it be possible that you will lose a piece of meat?" He changed secretly. Concept, took the opportunity to squeeze Jiang Cheng's hand tightly, and then provoked him: "You are not a big girl, what's wrong with me touching your hand?"

"You!" Jiang Cheng was so choked that the tip of his tongue became stiff, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.Taking advantage of the stunned trance, although Lan Sizhui didn't dare to release too much spiritual power, he did explore a lot.

"...Sect Master Jiang." Lan Sizhui hesitated to speak.

As soon as the pulse-detecting hand was withdrawn, Jiang Cheng snapped his wrist, and this time Wei Wuxian didn't stop him again, and silently retracted his hand.

"What do you want to say again?" Jiang Cheng was dizzy from the toss of these two people, and the soreness in his stomach eased with time.He picked up the small cup that Jin Ling put by his hand, took a sip of the tea, and his dry lips eased slightly: "If you can't say it, then don't say it."

"Sect Master Jiang, if you don't eat, your stomach will definitely not be able to bear it. Stomach hurts your body, and you have a migraine, I'm afraid it's because of it. Besides..." Lan Sizhui saw him holding the knuckles of the teacup He tightened his grip suddenly, and then he opened his mouth after deliberation: "Is it, it's not a day or two?"

"Uncle...you, didn't you eat today?" Jin Ling suddenly remembered something, "Why didn't you eat! When I came last time, you too..."

"Bullshit!"

Jiang Cheng seemed to have been poked into a sore foot, and was about to jump up immediately.

But he just stood up, his temples were a little hot, dizzy from getting up suddenly, Jiang Cheng supported the table to gather himself.The words he subconsciously yelled just now resonated in his ears, forcing him to lower his voice: "Forget it."

"Jin Ling, go back and think about it yourself."

"I'm going back too." He cursed in his heart that this damn headache came at an inappropriate time, and at this moment, he really didn't have the extra energy to deal with things.

Here, too, I couldn't stay here for a moment.

"You can go as long as you want, and stay wherever you like." Jiang Cheng looked at Jin Ling's hesitant expression, and then at Lan Sizhui, who was standing aside with his hands down, suddenly felt a surge of excitement from the bottom of his heart. The sadness that came up washed his eyes.

How can he really be cruel?

Jiang Cheng put one hand behind his back and clenched his palm tightly.

Just like he always yelled to break Jin Ling's leg but never actually did it, even if he actually hit him once, he would never be able to do it.

forever.

Jiang Cheng turned his head, turned around, every word seemed to fall through the gap between his teeth, and landed lightly on the ground.

He said, "What can I do with you?"

It has been an hour since the turmoil just now.Such a good day, it seems that it has been cut into the most trivial and absurd opera picture book, with inexplicable cutscenes and hurriedly running through the plot for a long time, now it is dumb and quiet again.

"Okay, don't look at it." Wei Wuxian stood beside Jin Ling, watching him look at the candle that suddenly went out in Jiang Cheng's room, and the shame on his face was so strong that it almost overflowed. , couldn't help persuading him: "You always have to give him some time."

"But uncle..."

Jin Ling stared at the millet porridge cooked by Lan Sizhui together with the tall food box and placed it at the gate Jiang Cheng had mentioned, and sighed anxiously.

Uncle, he doesn't even want to see himself now.

"Then do you want to rush in now?" Wei Wuxian laughed suddenly, thinking of Jiang Cheng just now when he walked in without saying a word, he slammed the wooden door knocker that was exactly the same as ten years ago, and said, "I can Pry open his door for you."

He made a gesture to pull the gate.

"...Wait!" Jin Ling looked at Wei Wuxian's unpretentious expression, hurriedly took a few steps back, and accidentally bumped into Lan Sizhui's left shoulder, he waved his hand: "Don't go, I...I just...just want to..."

"……never mind."

He hasn't figured out what to say yet.Uncle has been... maddened by him, why does he want to make fun of him now.

"Okay." Wei WuXian put away the smile on his face, looked at Jiang Cheng's deliberately closed window, and shook his head helplessly: "You go back and rest, today is not easy for anyone."

"Besides," he shook the jade plaque in Jin Ling's hand, "Jiang Cheng gave it to me just now."

That was the token of the Lotus Pier Guest House, Jin Ling knew it, and Wei Wuxian definitely knew it better than him.

"Don't worry, your uncle has a low face and will always figure it out."

Jin Ling looked suspiciously at Wei Wuxian's back as he turned to leave, and heard him continue: "I'm not sure..."

"It's tomorrow."

"........."

The moonlight in spring is extraordinarily bright, and it is so bright that it falls on the inner lake of Lianhuawu.The small wind blows through the branches and leaves, skimming across the lake, sparkling and flickering a pool of waves, facing the crescent moon, and melting the crescent moon.

These………

Nothing could get into Jin Ling's eyes.

What he is in a hurry to do now is how to drag Lan Sizhui into his small courtyard.

"Ye, stay overnight at a friend's house..." Lan Sizhui stammered for a while: "No..."

"What's the matter?" Jin Ling grabbed his wrist and pulled it a few times, but he was indifferent, and a little annoyed: "What are you dawdling at the door for?"

After walking all the way, he saw Lan Sizhui following behind him step by step, hands and feet bound, and suddenly he felt angry.

"..." Lan Sizhui took a deep breath, and lowered his head, not daring to look at the clear light in Jin Ling's slightly red and swollen eyes from the tears she shed a few times.His throat seemed to be blocked, and his lips were dry. The two words lingered on his lips for a long time, but he couldn't swallow them or spit them out.

"No..." He closed his eyes, and the blush spread from the tips of his ears to his neck.

Seeing Lan Sizhui like this, Jin Ling felt a little nervous for some reason. Although he didn't know what he was going to say, he subconsciously felt a little embarrassed.

"Nothing?" He asked softly, but unconsciously rubbed a stone on the ground with his toe.

"...A Ling... Is there any guest room here?" Lan Sizhui was silent for a moment, then suddenly changed the subject: "I still..."

"Nothing!" Jin Ling listened attentively to him, but he didn't continue, feeling an indescribable sense of loss in his heart.He squeezed Lan Sizhui's knuckles, and said half-threateningly: "Don't always talk like this halfway."

"........."

"No...not in the same room."

Lan Sizhui swallowed hard, as if he was forcing himself to swallow his embarrassing feelings, and said straight out like a broken jar: "The third volume of "Ritual Rules", No. 40 and [-]."

It's just that the sound was as small as a burning night candle dripping on a silver plate, but it was as clear as the beep of a candle wick exploding in my ears.

"........."

The pebbles under the feet that were kicked by Jin Ling flew out at once, rolled into the grass and disappeared, startled an unknown little flying insect, flapped its wings a few times and hid back in the grass blade between.

"I..." Lan Sizhui twitched his wrist a few times, and took back the foot that stepped into the courtyard door, "I'm still..."

"Where are you going to sleep in the middle of the night?" Jin Ling looked at his scrupulously rigid manner, and the shame that surged up in his mind seemed to be blown away by the evening wind.His eyes were fixed on the white boot that was retracted beyond the threshold, and he gasped: "There is no guest room, or you can sleep on the road!"

He snatched Lan Sizhui's wrist again, pulled the white sleeves a little out of shape, and dragged him desperately into the yard.

"What kind of night stay at a friend's house, nonsense!"

"This is my home! That's your home!"

He took Lan Sizhui's hand and forcefully dragged him into the inner room, pointing directly at the pear tree bed: "See, that's my bed."

"But from now on, half of it is yours too."

He pressed Lan Sizhui's shoulders and pressed him against the edge of the bed, and suddenly found that the bed was empty—the bedding, pillows and everything hadn't been moved out of the cabinet.

"..." Seeing Lan Sizhui's surprised expression, Jin Ling felt a little flustered.

"I'm going to get the quilt." He took a deep breath when he turned around, and then let it out again, as if to expel all the stale air accumulated in his stomach today.Opening the cabinet door, before I could reach out to hug the stacked quilts, I was snatched by someone beside me.

"I'll do it." Lan Sizhui arrived behind him at some point, picked up the two sets of quilts, turned around and put them back on the couch without saying a word.

Jin Ling closed the cupboard door, his palms were sweaty.

He fumbled for a moment, picked and picked in his purse, found a piece of toffee and threw it into his mouth.

The sweet and mellow milk taste slips through the throat.

The time when the brain is hot goes by quickly.

Once he calms down at this moment, all kinds of things from today will rush into his mind again, and his heart feels uncomfortable like a steel bone scratching.

"Uncle must be feeling very sad and disappointed right now." Jin Ling closed his eyes, chewing on sugar, but his heart was filled with panic.

"..." Lan Sizhui didn't speak, he silently put away the quilt and sat on the other side of the bed.

Jin Ling turned his head to look at him, saw that his head was still lowered, so he asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Lan wished that he was also in a panic?

Lan Sizhui moved his fingertips, and spontaneously raised his hand to gently stroke the bangs in front of his forehead, and removed his forehead, as if deliberately to let Jin Ling see it, revealing a gap scratched by splashed porcelain.

Blood coagulated on it.

Jin Ling's heart skipped a beat when he saw it, and he put his hand on his forehead, carefully avoiding the wound.

"Does it hurt?"

Lan Sizhui didn't seem to intend to speak, he blinked his eyes, and rarely answered him right away, just sat there with his fingers tucked into his sleeves.Jin Ling rummaged through his Qiankun bag to find three vials, carefully parted his forehead hair, wiped off the blood stains on them, glanced at him again, and said strangely: "Lan Yuan, are you losing your temper? ?"

"..." The corner of Lan SiZhui's lips tugged, and his tone was flat: "No."

No?You don't look like you don't.Jin Ling murmured in his heart, picked up a cloth towel, and went to wipe the skin around the wound.

"You're the most wronged, let's do it." Jin Ling glanced at his almost pathetic appearance, and suddenly felt like laughing.

So, he laughed out loud for the first time since the afternoon, imitating Wei Wuxian's tone and teasing him: "That wronged little Sizhui also needs medicine."

"........."

Lan Sizhui suddenly muttered in a very low voice.

"Huh? What did you say?" Jin Ling saw his lips move, but couldn't hear what he said for a moment.

"........."

"...Call me brother."

The voice is as thin as a mosquito.

"What did you say?" Jin Ling flipped those blue porcelain bottles in his hands, the clinking sound covered up Lan Sizhui's already subtle voice, he asked again, but Lan Sizhui didn't answer.

"………nothing."

Jin Ling applied a layer of medicinal powder on the wound, and then wiped off the excess floating powder with a cotton pad.It got a little close, so close that Lan Sizhui could see the fine light golden fluff on his face.

He suddenly said loudly: "A Ling."

"what happened?"

"You must tell me first if you have anything to do in the future." Lan Sizhui's voice was muffled, as if something had blocked his nose.

"Yeah." Jin Ling nodded, and applied another layer of gel-like ointment on the wound, then stopped his hand and moved closer to carefully blow it.

There was a hint of sweetness of toffee in the wind blowing out, Lan Sizhui's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he raised his eyes to meet Jin Ling's eyes, but only saw the lower half of his face.

The person in front of him seemed to think that the candy was melting too slowly, so he bit it with his teeth unwillingly. He licked it and turned it over in his mouth, revealing the white teeth like shellfish and the bright red tip of his tongue when he opened his mouth.

Jin Ling smacked his lips, then swept the whole piece of candy up to his cheek, and said, "In the future, don't come over suddenly when I don't know, I can still handle such small things by myself."

He grabbed Lan Sizhui's hand and put it on the jade pendant beside his waist, his tone was rather reproachful: "You actually unlocked the spell of the jade pendant, you really don't want me to know where you are, do you?"

Jin Ling felt that the hand on his waist tightened a lot, not only was it attached to the jade pendant, but it was also wrapped around the depression in his side waist.

Itchy.He stepped back a little, and patted Lan Sizhui's face with his fingertips: "I still remember you getting seasick, but you forgot yourself?"

Lan Sizhui didn't answer, just stared at him for a while, then suddenly raised his hands to pinch his cheeks from the lower jaw, and the candy slid and squeezed from the side of his mouth to the front.

A little bit of white lactose leaked out from the cracks at the corners of the lips, and several teeth marks of Jin Ling were printed on it, which was uneven but exuded a rich milky fragrance.

Before Jin Ling could react, his eyes widened, but he instinctively wanted to stick out his tongue to lick the candy back.The tip of his bright red tongue licked his teeth, Lan Sizhui lowered his head, and sucked the candy from his open jaw.

"Well!"

"It's too late, don't eat candy."

"Blue wish!"