You remember son

The majestic bell rang in the temple, and a group of gray starlings in the forest flew to the sky.

Hua Jin followed the host out of the palace gate, looked up at the inscription on the plaque, "Buddha's Day is Chongxu", a trace of indifference flashed in his eyes, but that persistence was hidden in the frown between.

The white-browed and long-bearded host turned around and looked up with him, smiled kindly, and asked, "Flower Benefactor, do you believe in past and present lives?"

Hua Jin nodded.

The host smiled again, and slowly made a "please" gesture, Hua Jin followed him, and the host said again: "Buddhism is a place for seeking this life and cultivating the afterlife."

"I don't want the afterlife, I just want this life."

"That's why the old monk thinks that you still can't take refuge in my Buddha, and your thoughts are deeply attached. You are still in the world of mortals."

Hua Jin silently watched the world turn pale, didn't speak, but couldn't help coughing twice.

A young monk in a gray robe ran over, holding two yellow cloth umbrellas in his arms, raised his head and said in a childish voice: "Master, benefactor, it's going to snow! My uncle asked me to deliver the umbrella!"

The host took the umbrella with a smile, and Hua Jin asked, "Isn't there going to be the Ten Thousand Dharma Conference in three days? I heard that eminent monks from all monasteries will come."

The host laughed and said, "Blessing Master Hua has done a lot of good deeds in building the Pagoda Forest, but your body is weak, and it is cold in winter, and there are many cold winds and sleet recently. According to this old monk, you still need to rest and recuperate."

It was past noon, and in the inner courtyard of Qilin Manor, the servants were busy and flustered, and everyone had a worried wrinkled face.

Under the verandah, stood a frowning man, the hem of his clothes under the cloak was blown up by the wind, a tall and long shadow, with an elegant figure.He looked at the person with clear eyes.The housekeeper He Zhong rolled up his sleeves and ran over worriedly: "Doctor Nan! The owner has not been found, and it is going to snow again in this cold weather. What should we do?"

"Did someone go find Song Ximing?"

"I went, and said that Mr. Song is not in the house."

Nan Xun closed his eyelids, and there was annoyance in his deep brows.He opened his eyes again and said, "It's okay, he'll be back in a while, let's light up the stove first. Is the meal in the kitchen ready?"

"Ready! Lunch is made according to your daily list. Is the porridge still as usual today?"

"The owner must have caught the cold when he went out." Nan Xun looked up at the fine snow falling from the eaves, and said helplessly: "Tonight's porridge will be replaced with round-grained rice, with red dates, yams, lotus seeds, almonds, Tremella, astragalus, cloves, raw coix seed, remember to boil the astragalus root in a casserole to get the juice and remove the residue, then add raw coix seed and cook for a stick of incense."

The butler nodded.He also said: "The fruits after dinner today are still longan, apples, pineapples, grapes..."

"The cold air has not subsided, so you can avoid these things before the beginning of summer. You go to the medicine house and have someone decoct kumquats and cornel in water."

The butler nodded, and wrote down everything as ordered, dragged a servant to the kitchen to urge lunch, and went to the medicine house by himself.

Nan Xun let out a deep breath, and continued to look at the gradually growing snowflakes, full of worries.

The assistant housekeeper, Chen An, ran over with his robe in hand, and said to Nan Xun, "Doctor Nan, the owner is back!"

"With Song Ximing?"

"Yes, yes, fortunately, it was Mr. Song who took the owner out. The little ones have been worried for a long time!"

Nan Xun's expression turned down, and just as he was about to lift his legs down the steps, Hua Jin had already turned around the moon gate of the inner courtyard and entered.

The fluffy fine snow was blowing down obliquely with the wind, Hua Jin was wearing a moon-white lace-up warm robe, the cuffs were fluffed with gold threads, rolled with delicate cloud patterns, a few flakes of fine snow fell into his neckline, Melting around his white neck, he still had a soft silk sachet containing medicinal herbs hanging around his waist, and a thick purple silk cloak was tied across his shoulders, wrapping him tightly. Paper umbrella, the edge of the umbrella was raised, revealing a slightly pale face, with slender eyebrows and eyes showing an innate indifference to everyone.

Nan Changchang feels that the beauty of flowers is different from that of women, women's beauty can still be described by flowers, they are gentle, gentle, and somewhat understanding.

But Huajin is different, his beauty is awe-inspiring, with the meaning of rejection, and unabashed indifference, independent indifference.Just like a green bamboo under the cold snow, it doesn't care about other people's appreciation, it just lives its own self-consciously.

Facing Huajin, Nanxun still smiled, his smile was as gentle as Runyu.

"I went to Hongguang Temple." Hua Jin simply said, and walked into the room behind Nan Xun.

"You just fell ill last night, so you can't go out like this in the future." Nan Xun also simply warned, and then said: "The meals in the temple are not suitable for you, let the kitchen make lunch for you, you... ...."

"I have no appetite." Hua Jin walked into the corridor and went straight into the house.

"You have a bad stomach, you can't eat without food." Nan Xun moved to stop him, and said to the butler, "Go and ask the kitchen to bring the food."

Hua Jin pushed him away indifferently: "You straighten your seat, you are just a mere doctor in my house."

Nan Xun looked at him with a smile, then suddenly bent down to pick him up, turned his eyes to the butler behind him and said, "Hurry up?" After speaking, he carried him into the house.

Hua Jin struggled a few times irritably, and said airily, "You know I don't like you like this!"

"But I like you like this." Nan Xun still smiled gently.

"I hate tyrannical people the most in my life, put me down!"

"How can someone who has raised enough money to think about you all day get up arrogantly?" Nan Xun put his hand on the couch, looked at his face, and said softly: "Stomach pain? Give me your hand." Me, I'll show you."

Hua Jin shrank his hands coldly: "I'm used to it. If you go over the line next time in public, I'll ask you..."

"Leave?" Nan Xun didn't care, but forcibly pulled the opponent's hand into his own. He held the pair of cool hands and said while feeling his pulse, "You wanted to kick me out a long time ago, didn't you?" But you can't, if I leave, what will he do? He is everything to you, and only I can save him in this world. So, you can't bear to part with me. "

Hua Jin coldly turned his face to the side, his heart was blocked, and he coughed violently a few times, his already pale face, after coughing violently, there was not even a trace of blood left.

He tightly covered his stomach with his hands, scratched his clothes and wrinkled his clothes, his brows were furrowed, and he was so painful that he couldn't speak.

Nan Xun immediately got up and shouted: "Housekeeper! Bring the medicine!"

The housekeeper was urging the servant girl to serve the food outside the door, and upon hearing the call, he immediately beckoned someone to fetch the medicine!By the time the medicine arrived in a hurry, the owner of the farm had already curled up into a ball on the bed.

Nan Xun supported him against his chest, fed the medicine, wiped off his sweat, covered him with a quilt, and then went outside.

At this time Song Ximing rushed over, but Nan Xun stopped him in the outer room. Nan Xun asked, "Why did you take him out today? He can't go anywhere now, don't you know?"

Song Ximing said: "You always take care of him, but do you know how much he wants to go to the Wanfa Conference in Hongguang Temple?"

"Wanfahui?" Nan Xun gave him a cold look: "I don't let him go out, do you think it's a prison? The season is unfavorable, he can't catch the cold, so what's the use of wearing more clothes? His body is now vulnerable to touch. Broken! You actually took him out! He went to burn incense and worship Buddha, did the Buddha bless him? I am the only one who can protect him."

Song Ximing was also anxious: "Then how is Ah Jin doing now?"

"What else can he do? He has weak spleen and qi deficiency, and he suffers from stomach carbuncle. Of course, he has stomach cold and colic. He would rather die than live."

Nan Xun said with a blank face, and Song Ximing felt uncomfortable after listening to a few words. He wanted to visit inside, but he was afraid of being disturbed. The silk cloak was stuffed back to Song Ximing: "Why don't I want him to travel around the mountains and rivers? Even if he has a lot of money, what's the point of living in a cage? But if I didn't manage it so carefully, he would have..."

Nan Xun didn't say anything, whether he was angry or helpless, he cared more about spending his life than anyone else.

In the evening, Nan Xun was watering the pot of thistles in the window in his room, and the housekeeper He Zhong was passing by his window with a lamp. Seeing the tall and green flower stems in the pot, and the red stamens rolling with water, he boasted: "Doctor Nan grows these flowers really well!"

Nan Xun said with a faint smile: "This is not an orchid, it's just a herb that strengthens the spleen and stomach."

He Zhong nodded half-understanding, and said with a smile: "The medicine is ready."

Nan Xun gently put down the water spoon: "I'll go."

When He Zhong came over, he had already ordered people to bring the medicine from the medicine hut to the owner's residence.

Qilin Village is the first village in Beili Country. The size of a village is the same as in the same city. The residents and shops in the village are all supported by the owner.The Hua Zhai covers an area of ​​hundreds of acres. Among these hundreds of acres of structures, winding pavilions and corridors are locked. It takes at least half a stick of incense time to walk from the former medicine house to the Liuhe Pavilion where all the flowers are exhausted. , so since he came from Nanxun, he rebuilt the new medicine house next to Liuhe Pavilion.

At this time, the servant who delivered the medicine had already delivered the medicine to the owner's bedroom, and placed it properly on the round table of rosewood and rosewood outside, without daring to tamper with it.

Nan Xun picked up the medicine on the table and walked into the bedroom. In the four-fold room carved with red sandalwood, Hua Jin was standing in front of the window with a draped coat, watching the rain and snow falling from the green eaves.The shadow is thin and a little lonely, and there is a silent sense of boredom that sees through the world.

"Why are you up?" Nan Xun gathered his clothes with one hand, and wanted to lead him away from the window.

"Don't touch me." Hua Jin avoided his hand.

Nan Xun smiled lightly and said, "Where have you been that I haven't touched?"

Hua Jin's expression changed, and he almost roared: "Get out!"

"If you drink the medicine, I will leave."

Nan Xun didn't take it seriously, and reached out to help him back to the bed, but was swept away by Hua Jin, and the clothes on his shoulders were thrown on the ground, and the medicine bowl shattered on the ground, he just glanced coldly, turned his back and said: "I said that you don't need to worry about it. I have asked the housekeeper to find another doctor. I don't need you to worry about my illness in the future. You just need to do the silkworm-free thing."

After speaking, he leaned against the window rail and coughed violently, his voice gradually became hoarse, Nan Xun said calmly: "I was reckless that night, but if I do it again, I will still do that."

"Shut up." Hua Jin glanced back at him, finally angry.

"Since you don't want to drink my medicine anymore and don't want to see me, then I will follow your wishes and leave Qilin Manor tomorrow."

After Nan Xun finished speaking, he picked up the clothes on the ground, put them on Hua Jin, turned and went out.

As soon as he left the door, Hua Jin chased him out. Although he was still unwilling to speak, his flustered and unwilling affection had already shown his purpose of chasing him out.

Nan Xun looked back and saw that he had chased him out and dropped the clothes on his shoulders. At this moment, he was standing in the cold night wind with a hesitant expression, his lips were pale, and the hand holding the door frame was trembling slightly.

He is lonely and independent by nature, but he can't stop his weakness. From the perspective of others, the owner of Hua Zhuang is reticent and withdrawn when he is sick. Poor sweetheart.

At this moment, seeing him leaning against the door, Nan Xun felt a pain in his heart, and turned around again, took off his cloak and put it on for him, and said softly: "Okay, I won't go."

Hua Jin still didn't speak, but just grabbed the clothes on his shoulders tightly with his hands.

Nan Xun asked again: "I will ask the medicine house to send another bowl of medicine, drink it well, and don't make trouble with your body."

Hua Jin still looked at him wordlessly, but turned around to enter the house.

"Ah Jin." Nan Xun called him to stop: "You stayed me to save him, but I stayed to save you. If you are not obedient, then it would be meaningless for me to stay."

Hua Jin stopped in his tracks, but didn't look back, he just said in a calm tone, "Got it."