stardust

"Senior Sister Feng, are you there?" Song Ling'er knocked on Feng Muxue's bedrooms and called softly.

No one answered.

Song Linger knocked three times again, but still no one answered.

Just as Linger was about to turn around and leave, she suddenly heard something rattling in the room. Linger tried to push the door, but couldn't. She felt something was wrong, so she planned to tell Master Xiao Xingchen.

Song Linger ran to the door of Xiao Xingchen's room, knocked on the door, and it was Song Lan who opened it.

Seeing Linger's eagerness, Song Lan hurriedly asked, "Linger, what happened?"

Song Linger said with a little breathlessness: "I came to see Master. Sister Feng seems to have an accident. She didn't come to the morning meeting. Senior Brother asked me to check the situation. I went outside her bedroom door and told her not to, her door I can’t push it open, there seems to be a strange noise in the room.”

Song Lan frowned, and said, "Your master is out. I'll follow you to see the situation." After speaking, she closed the door and followed Song Linger to Feng Muxue's room.

The two went to the door, knocked on the door, pushed the door, and it was exactly as Linger said.

Song Lan asked Ling'er to stand far away, and then pushed the door violently.

The door opened and two large bats flew out.

Song Linger was taken aback.

Song Lan asked Linger to stay outside the door, and walked in cautiously.

There was nothing unusual in the room. It seemed that someone was lying on the bed. Song Lan approached the bed lightly, and saw Feng Muxue, who was pale, lying on the bed. She seemed to be sick, her brows were furrowed, and she looked very painful.

Song Lan took a few steps back, a little embarrassed, and shouted out the door: "Ling'er, come in. Your senior sister is in the room, she may be sick, come and see her, and then go get her a doctor."

When Song Linger heard Song Lan's words, she immediately jumped into the room, walked quickly to Feng Muxue's bed, and touched Feng Muxue's forehead, "Uh, it's so hot, do you have a fever? Sister, can you hear me?" ?"

Seeing Feng Muxue trying to open her eyes, Song Lan felt a little relieved, and quickly left her room, walked to the door, suddenly remembered the two big bats, felt a little doubtful, and went out to close the door.

Song Linger immediately invited a doctor to see Feng Muxue.

After the doctor's diagnosis and treatment, he thought that Feng Muxue was fine, so he prescribed some medicine and told Song Linger a few words, and then went back.

"Linger, how is your senior sister?" Song Lan asked when she saw Song Linger enter the room.

"It's nothing serious, it's just a cold. The doctor prescribed medicine, and someone has helped to boil the medicine, but the senior sister can't eat, and she vomits when she eats, so her body recovers slowly. Master gave her some spiritual power. No wonder. Senior sister is so thin, I usually see that she doesn't eat much." Song Linger finished answering, then sat next to Song Lan, put her hands on the table, resting her cheeks as if she was thinking about something.

"Ling'er, what are you thinking?" Song Lan asked with concern.

Song Linger took a careful look at Song Lan, and then replied, "It's nothing."

Song Lan knew something was wrong with her, but she couldn't figure out what it was.

Song Linger was silent for a while.

Song Lan said, "Since that's the case, let me make some porridge for your senior sister to try, and see if she can eat it?"

Song Linger showed a smile on her face and said: "Yes, forget that you are a chef. The food you cook is delicious, and my sister will definitely like it. Then go do it!"

Song Lan nodded, got up and went to the kitchen.

Song Ling'er seemed very happy, and muttered: "It would be nice if Daddy and Senior Sister Feng could be together because of this, so that Daddy won't be lonely after I get married. This time Senior Sister is sick is a good opportunity..."

Half an hour later, Song Lan came in with two bowls of fragrant and steaming porridge, and said, "I made some porridge with yam and barley, and you can try it for your senior sister. You can eat this bowl. It seems that the chef on the mountain made it The food is so-so, it looks like you are all as thin as stardust."

Song Ling'er stood up, said with a smile: "It smells so good, it's because of your craftsmanship, Daddy. I'll take it right away." After speaking, she immediately went to Feng Muxue's room.

Feng Muxue was lying on the bed feeling weak, feeling thirsty, struggling to get up to get a glass of water, when Song Linger came in with porridge, and whispered: "Junior Sister Linger, you came just in time, please help me I'll get a glass of water, I'm very thirsty."

Song Ling'er nodded, put down the porridge plate, went to pour a cup of warm water for Feng Muxue, after she finished drinking, brought the porridge over again, intending to feed it to her.

"What is this? I eat something, so there is no need to waste it." Feng Muxue said looking at the porridge in front of him.

"Senior Sister, try it. This is the porridge made by my father himself. He is very good at it. You can't eat any more. It's hard for your body to recover." After speaking, Song Linger took a spoonful of porridge with a spoon. Feed it to Feng Muxue.

Feng Muxue hesitated for a moment, and said: "Then I will do it myself." After speaking, he reached out to take the bowl and spoon from Song Linger's hand, and reluctantly began to eat.

The porridge is soft and thick, and it melts in the mouth, it is really delicious.

Feng Muxue ate the whole bowl of porridge unconsciously, and didn't spit it out this time.

Song Ling'er took the bowl and spoon from Feng Muxue's hand, and said with a smile, "Look, it's not bad. My father's handicraft is very good."

Feng Muxue smiled lightly and thanked softly.

Of course she knew that Song Lan was good at cooking, and that Song Lan's name back then was "Aoxue Lingshuang Song Zichen", and Song Lan's sword was "Fuxue", and Song Lan liked a girl named Ming Xiyue ...

Song Linger left.

Feng Muxue lay on the bed, a smile slowly appeared on the corner of her mouth:

That man who looks cold on weekdays actually has the hottest heart.He not only has the heart to help the world, but also cares about the feelings of those around him.He is indifferent to worldly fame and wealth, but never alone.He silently acts as an ordinary person, guards the soul of his lover, and raises the abandoned babies he finds...

Feng Muxue didn't know when she had that man in her heart, it was very strange to think about it, maybe it was a kind of fate.

But this kind of fate is just a secret in her heart now, maybe one day it will blossom and bear fruit, maybe it will always be just a seed sleeping in the heart lake.

Today, being able to eat the porridge made by him himself made my heart feel much warmer, and that was enough.

Feng Muxue fell asleep slowly, sleeping peacefully and beautifully.