I am a cult

After the talk was over, Jin Ling ran to look for Lan Sizhui, who smiled and let Jin Ling pull him, and the two of them disappeared in a flash.

Holding hands where no one was watching, walking at a leisurely pace, Jin Ling looked at the mountains, water, and trees, but he didn't want to look at Lan Sizhui.

Lan Sizhui said, "A Ling is very powerful!"

Jin Ling muttered softly, "Are you laughing at me?"

"No! Mr. Hanguang said it himself, saying that A Ling is very powerful, no one will dare to underestimate A Ling in the future."

"...Obviously your family, Hanguang-jun, was led to ruin by Wei Wuxian."

Lan Sizhui held his hand and smiled softly, his Ah Ling was doted on by others!

Whether it's Wei Wuxian or Jiang Cheng, those two have experienced too much, sadness and despair, betrayal and hatred, those things are enough to sharpen a person's heart as hard as a rock, but there is always something in that heart Insanely soft place.

Can't be completely ruthless, that softness can only make people more painful, and for them, suffering is the proof of life.

It's great, but all those things are far away from him, far away from that boy named Jin Ling.

Only Jin Ling, only him, has inextricably bound up with those people, and only he can break through the shackles of the past and grab something different.

Jin Ling is different from everyone else.

Not just guilt, but more of the love that was placed on him, because he is the continuation of the blood of the person they once loved the most.

Jin Ling, he has a father who is the most noble and proud, and also a mother who is the gentlest and kindest in the world.

Jin Ling, Jin Ling, he should be loved by others...

"Sizhui, what are you thinking?"

Lan Sizhui squeezed his fingers lightly, and said, "It's nothing, Ah Ling, let's go and see Jingyi, shall we?"

"Sizhui, didn't you tell me to ignore Lan Jingyi!"

Lan Sizhui thought about it for a while, and said, "However, Jingyi is sick now, let's not punish him for now, and ignore him when he recovers, okay?"

"it is good."

The two then went to Lan Jingyi's residence, and a young disciple just happened to bring the boiled medicine. Lan Sizhui took the medicine and entered Lan Jingyi's room with Jin Ling.

As soon as you enter the door, the inside is very quiet, bypassing the elegant screen, Lan Jingyi is sleeping on the bed behind.

Jin Ling walked over and saw Lan Jingyi with an abnormally pale face. He was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, but his exposed hand unconsciously held something tightly.

"SiZhui..."

Lan Sizhui put the medicine on the table and said, "What's wrong?"

Jin Ling looked at the piece of red string exposed by the thing, and said, "Lan Jingyi lied to me that this is the amulet I gave him. He lied to me and said he threw it away, and it's still here with him."

Lan SiZhui smiled without saying a word.

He came over, sat on the edge of the bed, took Lan Jingyi's hand and put his fingers on his wrist.

Lan Sizhui had studied medical skills, and his medical skills were not bad. He diagnosed that Lan Jingyi had a high fever caused by cold air entering his body, just as he guessed.

Jin Ling asked worriedly: "SiZhui, his complexion is not good and his forehead is hot. Is there something wrong with him?"

"It's nothing serious. When he wakes up and takes the medicine, he'll be fine."

Jin Ling watched helplessly, and said, "His lips are so dry that they turned white."

Lan Sizhui turned around and poured a cup of cold tea, then took a clean white handkerchief, dipped the handkerchief into the tea, and wiped Lan Jingyi's chapped lips again and again.

Jin Ling moved a stool and sat beside him, propped his hands on the bed, and looked at Lan Jingyi while resting his chin.

The complexion of a sick person is naturally unattractive, and Lan Jingyi's eyelashes cast dark shadows under the eyelids, showing a bit of fragility for no reason.

He thought, Lan Jingyi is not like this, he should be lively and smart, even his eyes are smiling.