side by side

The gate of Liang's house was closed tightly, and the two dark red lanterns hanging on the top were flickering and were blown desolately by the wind.The two stone lions stood vertically on the left and the right, and the two stone balls stepped on under the paws were wet by the drizzle.

Liang Jixuan was surprised. In his memory, the gate of the Liang family was never closed during the day.

Mr. Liang often said: A doctor has a benevolent heart. There is a saying in "The Great Physician's Sincerity", first expressing great compassion and compassion, and vowing to save the suffering of Han Ling.

How can people seek medical treatment but have nowhere to go when they are in the same situation.

"Master, I went to Xishan Wuyou Temple to pay respects to the Buddha this morning," Uncle Fu went up to explain his doubts to him, but he didn't back down after speaking, he seemed hesitant to speak and worried.

Before Liang Jixuan could open his mouth to ask questions, he was suddenly attracted by a fierce dog barking from inside the door.

The big black dog, half a person's height, killed the threshold, with the appearance of protecting the owner and the family.

The servant who opened the door was also startled. This black dog is always docile, but this one is really rare. His subordinates hurriedly tightened the rein, as if to hit him.

The big black dog was still barking.

Standing in front of the gate, his back covered with black shiny fur stands high, his long black tail stretches straight up, his teeth bared fiercely, and the suffocated warning 'hum' sound in his throat is full of defensive posture.

Liang Jixuan took a step back in shock, and couldn't help muttering, "Ah, this little heartless bastard, he doesn't remember me. I was the one who brought him back from the street corner with my elder brother."

The people inside the door couldn't hold back, and the people outside the door didn't dare to fight, it was a deadlock for a while.

A familiar white shadow suddenly jumped down from the blue tile wall.

The big white cat ran lightly to the door in three steps at a time. The sharp toenails hidden in the paw pads popped out one after another.The white tail stood tall and straight like a banner, and his white hair was blown up, doubling his size.The big black dog inside the door took a step back in shock, the white cat twisted its face and stepped forward again, Binglan's eyes became straight lines.The black dog whimpered and whimpered, its stretched black tail collapsed, caught between its legs, and ran away in a desperate manner.

Xiao Hei relaxed, his waist slumped, his big tail was wagging, his head swayed and he rubbed against Liang Jixuan's feet, grinding his paws in his suit pants, squinting his round eyes, looking like he was begging for a reward.

It is a joy to find it again.Liang Jixuan hurriedly hugged Xiao Hei into his arms, and smoothed his fur along his back. The back of the big white cat was covered with a layer of translucent dew, which wet the surface, but the fluff inside was still dry and warm, and he felt comfortable after being stroked. The small chin rested on Liang Jixuan's elbow and kept rubbing against it, but he still didn't say a word.

"He's a little mute, he can't hear or speak." Liang Jixuan pinched Xiao Hei's upturned ears, and talked to Uncle Fu who was standing beside him. The big white cat bared its teeth unwillingly, and bit it down. Liang Jixuan's fingertips were useless, leaving only a pale crescent mark, "Besides, I'm so smart, I wonder if someone is hiding in it." Liang Jixuan made a gesture to hit him, Xiao Hei yawned mockingly, squinted his eyes and pushed himself into Liang Jixuan's arms two more times.

The wind whimpered wildly, wailed like a devil, the dark red lantern was blown off the wooden handle, lost its root system, and was swept up and down with the wind, with broken bones and skin, decayed and drooping. Outside the gate. "This wind... is so unlucky," Liang Jixuan held the cat in his arms, and collapsed into the gate of Liang's house.

"This cat looks really unlucky." Uncle Fu followed behind and couldn't help murmuring.Peeking out of Young Master Liang's arms, Binglan paused for a moment on Uncle Fu, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Uncle Fu shuddered and fell silent.

As soon as he entered the door, and before he reached the bedroom, Xiao Hei in his arms quickly rolled over and pushed out of his arms.With the help of the stone table, he stepped on the beam of the house, stepped on the Wuwa, and slipped away lightly, leaving no trace of nostalgia.

Liang Jixuan couldn't help smiling wryly, the cat's whereabouts were uncertain, so he had to wait for the master to find him by himself, so he had to go back to the room alone.As soon as he stepped into the door, Liang Jixuan was called to the backyard by his mother before he could take a sip of tea and rest for two minutes.As soon as he stepped through the door, he was taken away by the osmanthus tree in the middle of the courtyard. Two or three residual leaves were scattered on the withered branches. Mrs. Liang, who was wearing a foggy gray long cheongsam, stood aside and stared in a daze. Not even the slightest amount of makeup or powder, pale skin with no blood under it, the plain head is so light that it looks widowed, and it is frighteningly thin.

Liang Jixuan was in a trance, fearing that she would be frail and widowed, fearing that she would lose her flesh in the bitter cold wind.Mrs. Liang staggered inadvertently, and Liang Jixuan hurriedly stepped forward to support her mother.Only then did Madam Liang discover her youngest son whom she hadn't seen for a long time, her pale lips moaned twice, but she didn't utter a word, her brows were tightly frowned, her plain porcelain face lost her composure, and the big teardrops flowed down her cheeks. Rolling down with cheeks.

"Xuan'er, look at this tree..." Mrs. Liang couldn't continue, and the big teardrops formed a row, dripping down her face silently.

There is a huge gap between the two osmanthus trees in the middle of the courtyard.The one on the right is still luxuriant, but the one on the left is completely decadent.The dark green thin and long leaves of the tree disappeared, leaving only three or two sporadic pieces, with earthy brown spots densely attached to the leaves, and two small osmanthus flowers the size of rice grains on the top of the withered yellow and brittle branches. Looks like a rash.There is a strange aroma in the air, mixed with the fishy sweet smell of rotting and rotting.

This laurel tree is a substitute tree for his brother.Liang Jixuan's heart tightened, and he frowned.

Since ancient times, the Liang family has had the habit of standing in the tree.On the day of the newborn's birthday, transplant and cultivate a osmanthus seedling, take blood from a fingertip, and irrigate the root system.Every time a year passes, a new finger is taken, ten fingers and nine years, the tree will be alive, and it will be used as an omen to replace disasters and avoid evil, and also to tie roots to the soul. Don't be afraid of getting lost or losing your way.The two plants in this courtyard belong to him and Liang Jiqing.

Liang Jixuan was not a smooth talker, so after a long time of clumsy persuasion, his mother finally stopped crying.

Mrs. Liang was clutching a silk handkerchief, her knuckles were protruding, her pale skin was covered with black and blue blood vessels, and she trembled slightly, "Xuan'er, since you went abroad to study western medicine in Germany four years ago, Ah Qing also left home for Peiping not long after." , he wants to be that troublesome reporter, how can the old man agree to it. The ancestral hall is kneeling, and the family law is also beaten. The old man has a stubborn temper, and Ah Qing also followed his bad temper. Qing hasn't been home for four years."

"But you also know that Ah Qing is a good boy with a cold face and a warm heart. Although he has been away from home for several years, he has been in contact with me in private, but recently..." Mrs. Liang couldn't help sobbing again. He said, "I can't get in touch with him."

The sky was still gloomy, with gloomy thunder roaring and rolling, and the thick dark clouds were split by a bolt of lightning, faintly illuminating the osmanthus trees in the courtyard.Liang Jixuan stroked his chest, feeling intense unease welling up in his heart.

tbc.