pillow mountain river

The next day, Er Dong used the same excuse to deceive Master again.

He lied that he would take the medicine later, and threw the pills into the pool as soon as Zhen Hanshan left.

After two days of no medication, Er Dong became tired and lethargic.It was afternoon after a nap, and the nap was long and drowsy. Er Dong felt that he had become an octogenarian, exuding the decayed air of dying.

He knew in his heart that this was the result of the spell. After stopping the medicine given by his master, he was like a dead tree, crumbling in the strong wind.

For some reason, when Er Dong was half asleep and half awake, he suddenly felt that he had returned to the small courtyard where he came, a simple but clean bamboo house, herbs and bamboo were planted in the front and rear yards, and a meandering stream ran through the yard.

He leaned against the thin peach tree and looked at the man in the house.

The man was dressed in Tsing Yi, his back was tall and distant.

But Erdong knew that he was there.

This feeling makes Er Dong inexplicably feel at ease.

After waking up, Er Dong suddenly thought of the wood carving beside his pillow.It was carved out of peach wood by him, and it was a rabbit.Er Dong's skills are not good, the wooden carving can barely see the prototype of the rabbit, but if you look closely at the carving on the face, it's ridiculous.

Er Dong once showed it to the master excitedly. After the master saw it, although his expression did not change, Er Dong could feel his eyes soften.

Because of this, he treasured the rabbit wood carving and hid it next to his pillow, so he could take a look at it every day before going to bed.

Er Dong originally wanted to carve a more detailed rabbit and give it to Master, but he was afraid that he would never have the chance to touch woodcarving again.

For the past few days, Er Dong has avoided Master, except that Master came to deliver medicine in the morning, and had no conversations.Today, he took the initiative to find Zhenhan Mountain.

Zhen Hanshan and Su Nu are in the study room, which is piled up with ancient books like a hill, and there is an old smell of paper and ink everywhere.

During the break between the two, Er Dong leaned beside Master and asked, "Master, when shall we go back?"

"It will take some days," Zhen Hanshan replied casually.

Er Dong was a little disappointed, and said after a while, "Master, do you still remember that I carved a rabbit? I put the wood carving next to the pillow."

Zhen Hanshan waited for him to finish, but Er Dong could tell from Master's expression that he must have forgotten it long ago.

"There is also a beautiful hairpin next to the pillow, which is also made of wood. It feels smooth to the touch and has bamboo carved on it."

The hairpin was bought by Er Dong in Mao Village.Most of the sundries he bought in Mao Village were gone on the way back, except for this bamboo hairpin, which he put close to his body and carefully brought back along the way.

When Er Dong saw the pattern on the hairpin, he thought of his master, and thought that this hairpin must be very suitable for him.He wanted to go back and give it to the master, but he was punished to kneel when he went back. After kneeling in the middle of the night, he fell ill for a long time and did not recover.

This bamboo hairpin has never been sent out.

"Master, don't forget, I put it beside the pillow, if you don't see it, you can find it by touching it," Er Dong said hastily.

Zhen Hanshan didn't share his thoughts with Er Dong, he rubbed his forehead, continued to open the book at hand, without even raising his head, he said like dismissing a pestering child, "Go outside and play."

Er Dong pursed his lower lip, and before Zhen Hanshan drove him out, he added: "It's all by the pillow!"

Zhen Hanshan couldn't see Er Dong's red eye circles.

But Su Nu saw it, before she called Er Dong to ask some questions, the boy had already disappeared.

Er Dong ran in a panic, just afraid that the water in his eyes would fall.

A wood carving of a rabbit and a bamboo hairpin turned out to be all the things he owned.

Er Dong was afraid that if he died one day, these two little objects would lose their owners.He wanted to leave things to the master, but why would the master care about a crudely made wood carving or a hairpin bought at the roadside?

Er Dong wiped his face and went back to the house.

Like the previous few days, he tricked Master into taking the medicine, but then threw the medicine away.Er Dong originally thought that Master would not find out.Until the early morning of that day, he said that he would take the medicine later as in the previous two days, but after the master left, he threw the medicine into the pond to feed the fish.

As soon as the medicine left his hand, there seemed to be a suction force behind him, pulling the pill away.

Zhen Hanshan pushed open the door and put away the Reincarnation Pill with a gloomy expression.

Er Dong stared blankly at Zhenhan Mountain, at a loss.

"You haven't taken your medicine all this time?" Zhen Hanshan's eyebrows gradually grew angry, "Why?"

Er Dong pursed his lips tightly and did not answer.

Zhen Hanshan narrowed his eyes and said, "No matter how bitter the medicine is, even if you will vomit after taking it, you have to swallow it!"

"I won't eat," Er Dong heard his own calm voice, but his throat was so hot, every time he uttered a word, it was as if a knife had cut his throat.

His stubborn attitude was like pouring hot oil on a fire, and Zhen Hanshan's suppressed anger ignited instantly.There was coldness in the man's long and narrow eyes, and his scorching gaze fell on Er Dong's face.

Er Dong stood up, even though his heart was full of fear, he still had an expression of indifference.

"It's up to you to choose," Zhen Hanshan said in a low voice.As soon as he finished speaking, he walked up to Er Dong, grabbed the boy's chin, and was about to stuff the medicine into his mouth.

Er Dong struggled hard, he grabbed Zhen Hanshan's arm, trying to pull it away.However, in front of men, his strength is no different from hitting a stone with a pebble.

The elixir abruptly slipped through the throat and fell into the stomach.Zhen Hanshan let go of Er Dong, and Er Dong pinched his throat, retching involuntarily, but the pill had long since disappeared.

"I don't want to eat..." Er Dong murmured.

Zhenhanshan still looked at Erdong from top to bottom, the overflowing rage had been restrained, and this face returned to its usual indifference.

The tip of Er Dong's nose was sore, he gritted his teeth tightly to keep his eyes from getting wet.

"From tomorrow onwards, I will watch you take the medicine. I don't want to do what I did today again," Zhen Hanshan said.

Er Dong watched the man's clothes disappear, and there was a gentle woman in white standing at the door.

Su Nu wanted to come over to have a talk with Er Dong, but she didn't expect Zhen Hanshan to have an argument with Er Dong, she waited patiently for the two to separate before going into the house.

Er Dong's face was ugly, he leaned on the edge of the bed, barely standing.

Su Nu hurried forward and helped him to sit down.After this ordeal, the drooping rabbit ears on Erdong's head were not as smooth as usual.

Su Nu looked at him with eyes as soft as water.

Why did Er Dong refuse to take medicine? Su Nu had her own speculations about this. Er Dong once pestered her to ask about the devil, but these days she was out of her mind, and the light in her eyes became dim.

Su Nu thought, he probably remembered a lot of past events.

"Er Dong, you don't want to take medicine, it's not because you're afraid of suffering, but because you don't want to be cured, right?" Su Nu said warmly.Er Dong didn't speak, Su Nu found the answer from his slightly trembling eyebrows.

"No matter why you have this idea, don't give up life easily in the future," Su Nu said slowly.

Er Dong lowered his eyes. Although he was not afraid of death, he didn't want to die casually, but what if there was only death in front of him?

He still wanted to choose a more decent way of death, one that would not make him a wandering soul and still feel unwilling to die.

Su Nu caressed the top of Er Dong's hair, and brushed her slender fingers gently over the base of her ears, "Death, no matter for the dead or the living, is a torture. If you give up living, your master will be very sad."

"He won't," Er Dong said sadly.

"You still don't understand many things. Mr. Hanshan treats you with good intentions. One day, you will understand."

Seeing that Er Dong was still in a trance, Su Nu said slowly, "Have you seen the ceramic rabbit in my room, do you still remember it?"

Er Dong naturally couldn't forget the pottery rabbit that Su Nu took care of. He once wondered why Su Nu kept a rough pottery and treated it as a precious thing.

"It was given by my apprentice. Many years ago, I rescued a rabbit monster. In order to repay the kindness, that little rabbit stayed with me in this small courtyard all year round, drying the medicine in the sun."

"Although she is clumsy and dull, she has a diligent heart. Later, I took her as an apprentice and taught her medical skills. I thought that if she left one day, she would still have a skill."

Er Dong has never met the apprentice Su Nu mentioned, "Is she gone?"

Su Nu nodded, and said softly: "A Yuan is gone." She looked at the morning light peeking in through the window pane, fine golden dust floating in the air, and continued: "I drove her away. I sent her back to Hanshan , that's where I met her."

"Later, a mountain fire broke out in Hanshan, and she was unable to escape. A Yuan was a rabbit demon. Although her magic power was low, she was not unable to avoid the mountain fire. She died in that fire voluntarily. "

There was a hazy mist in Su Nu's eyes, she looked at Er Dong tenderly, her light eyes fell on the boy's rabbit ears.

"I drove her away, but her life card was always in my hand. I thought that one day, if she was in danger, I would help her a little bit, but I didn't expect that she died quietly in the fire. The bones are scattered in the dust."

Infected by the woman's sadness, Er Dong stared at the ground absently.

The sun on earth is like water.

"Perhaps at that time, Ah Yuan also thought that I hated her, but otherwise, since she left, I dare not accept any more apprentices, and even the servants in the courtyard have been dismissed, leaving only three puppets."

"She is a little girl who loves to laugh, so I replaced the puppet with a taciturn boy. I was afraid, afraid that someone who was half like her would make me think of her."

Su Nu stared at Er Dong, her beautiful almond eyes were full of worry, "Actually, Mr. Han Shan also cares about you, stop thinking about it, and take medicine obediently, everything will be fine."

Er Dong withdrew his gaze, and said as if talking to himself: "No, you are not Master, and I am not A Yuan."

Even though she had a bad fate, Su Nu had also sincerely accepted A Yuan as her apprentice and treated her with all her heart.However, how could someone as refined and refined as Master want to accept a demon with bloody hands as his disciple?

Su Nu sighed, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Er Dong, I lied to you, the mark on your neck is not moss, but a spell called Nanzhushu. Bead art is extremely poisonous, and those who are cursed will either die or be injured."

Er Dong raised the corner of his mouth, "I roughly guessed that you are doing it for my own good."

Su Nu pondered for a moment.

Her eyes met the boy's clear gaze.Through Er Dong's face, Su Nu seemed to see a familiar figure.

It took Su Nu a long time to open her mouth, but she changed the subject and said: "Yesterday I was talking to Mr. Hanshan, but he ignored you. You were very sad, and finally left sadly."

Er Dong didn't expect Su Nu to see his embarrassed appearance yesterday, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he avoided Su Nu's eyes in embarrassment.

"But you don't know, Mr. Hanshan didn't ignore you on purpose. He was looking for the solution to the Nanzhu technique. The Nanzhu technique originated from the deep sea, and the language used by the people in the sea is completely different from ours. Mr. Hanshan worked hard to find a book that records Nanzhu. The only book of bead art. In order to interpret this book, he did not close his eyes for three days."

"If your master rejects you, how could he do these things for you?"

Er Dong looked at Su Nu in amazement, and there was a little gleam in his dim eyes.

"If you don't believe me, just go to the study room and you'll know why Mr. Han Shan is in such a hurry these days and often lives in the study room. You go and look through the books on the table yourself, don't you know?"

"Master," Er Dong slightly parted his lips, bit his lower lip before he finished speaking, and stared blankly at Su Nu.

With a gentle smile on her face, Su Nu said softly, "Wouldn't it be a waste of his hard work if you refuse to take the medicine?"

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