Forgetfulness

Facts have proved that Xue Yang is not as strong as he thought.

In the middle of the night after watching Langzhong, he developed a high fever.

The people in the mansion were clever and called Xiao Xingchen.

The Taoist had to rush to Xue Yang's house in his underwear.

"Master Daoist, sir..." Ye Xiao spent quite a long time with Xue Yang, and usually he didn't see any accidents with him, but this time, it was the first time he had seen him.

"I have a slight fever, but it's not serious. I've given some medicine and it will be fine soon." The Taoist touched his hot forehead, still worried.

"Then...can you ask the Taoist priest to watch over me, I'm afraid I'll catch fire again." He paused, "I'll just watch outside the door, I'm out of luck."

The Taoist nodded, indicating that he agreed.

Ye Xiao thanked the Taoist and went out.

Before leaving, he gave the two of them a meaningful look, and then hid his achievements and fame deeply.

Xue Yang woke up once in the early morning and fell asleep the rest of the time.

For some unknown reason, he kept grabbing the Taoist's sleeve, looking dazed.

Xue Yang with a high fever is like a child, clingy to others, clearly not seeing who it is, but acting softly.

But the Taoist clearly felt that he was very disturbed.

The Taoist has never coaxed others, but he learned to pat him on the back without a teacher to lull him to sleep.

Although 185 and 180 are two sturdy big man buildings together, it is a bit inconsistent.

But Xue Yang's coquettishness couldn't help softening his heart.

I had no choice but to listen to his request and let him go.

When the person in his arms wrapped around his waist, he felt like a fallen person.

Satisfaction welled up in his heart, but the guilt mixed with it also made him suffer.

Xue Yang's fever subsided in the afternoon of the next day.

At that time, he was almost frightened by the gentle face close at hand.

It was the face of a Taoist.

And he was hugged by the Taoist.

Of course, his hands grabbed the sleeves of the Taoist's coat.

He froze for a moment, then broke free from his arms.

Taoist was awakened by his action.

"Wake up." He said, "You suddenly had a fever last night, and the people in your house called me to see a doctor..."

Xue Yang seemed meaningless, "I know, I know, what time is it now? I'm starving to death——"

"It's already afternoon..." He felt a little helpless, "Stay still on the bed, I've made some porridge and brought it for you."

After a few words of advice, the Taoist went out to get the porridge.

The people in the room were still in a state of dizziness.

What happened to Xiao Xingchen?

Ye Xiao secretly waited outside the door for the Taoist to come out.

As soon as the door opened, the Taoist came out.

"Daoist." He said, "How is the master now?"

"The fever subsided, and the person woke up." The Taoist looked at his crumpled inner garment, feeling a little helpless. "I cooked some porridge before I came, and I wanted to send some to him in the middle of the night, but it was delayed."

"You don't have to say that, it's the Taoist priest's credit that the fever subsides." He thought for a while, "The Taoist priest has to go and get the porridge quickly."

He said softly, "You can change shifts with others first, you have been on guard all night."

"The Taoist priest is right..." He thought for a while, and said, "I'll ask someone to come and watch the door first."

The Taoist said goodbye to him and went back to the house to get porridge.

The porridge has been stewed to a pulp, and the aroma of the porridge overflowed when the lid was lifted.

Taoists do not eat meat, mostly vegetable porridge.

He hurriedly took the porridge away.

At that time, he already had a lot of things on his desk.

The news of Xue Yang's injury has already spread.

Holding the porridge, he finally sighed and started to leave.

Xue Yang found him.

"Daoist—are you going to throw out my porridge?" Xue Yang couldn't get out of bed, and was lying on it with a laziness at the moment.

But the mouth is very poisonous.

He paused, but turned around and said, "You already have it on the table, so I don't need to bring it over."

Xue Yang just glanced at those things and asked someone to put them away.

"I can take it this time."

The Taoist's eyes did not know what turned, but it was also very obscure and depressing.

It seems that he has been denying something, but wants to stick to his own ideas.

Xue Yang doesn't like many people, and now, only two people are left alone.

The door was closed, and the sunlight came in from the window, just hitting Xue Yang's pale face.

Taoist's heart skipped a beat, but his face was still gentle.

He was always smiling no matter what happened.

"I said long, my porridge, did you hear?" He looked a little impatient, and his tone was not very good.

"This... this porridge is a bit hot, I'm afraid you can't eat it too fast." The Taoist looked a little uneasy, sitting by the bed, his hand holding the porcelain spoon was trembling slightly.

Xue Yang saw this movement.

"Taoist—" He opened his voice and called out to the Taoist, and he could even see the panic on the Taoist's face.

"Hold... sorry..." He had already started to panic.

"..." He looked at the Taoist with piercing eyes, making him a little uncomfortable.

"Didn't you just say you want to drink porridge?"

The Taoist frowned at Xue Yang's trouble.

But looking at others, my heart softens.

A Taoist is no better than others, he can't stand this kind of thing.

But there is always a line between them.

Xue Yang knew it, he knew it better than Xue Yang.

But none of them would speak.Because none of them would cross that line.

Just like back then.

Xiao Xingchen was trying to figure out which type of his feelings belonged.

He opened his mouth as if begging for food.

If it were someone else, they would probably be scared to death by this appearance.

It's also thanks to his good skin, otherwise, he would definitely look down on him.

Seeing that he stopped making noise, the Taoist also gently blew the vegetable porridge to cool and brought it to his mouth.

When Xue Yang looked up at the Taoist, he smiled like a blooming sunflower, but when he lowered his head, there was a deep coldness in his eyes.

In the following days, the Taoist has been taking care of Xue Yang.

Taoists know medicine, so there is no need to invite a doctor.

But he found a very serious problem.

Xue Yang's injuries were good and bad.

Sometimes I even have a high fever, which lasts for half a day.

He is somewhat impatient.

Back and forth, how many times have you burned?

The Taoist looked at the person sleeping in his arms, and felt that it was necessary to investigate it carefully.

At night, Xue Yang developed a high fever again.

Ye Xiao could only look for the Taoist with a bitter face.

Lord, can we stop tossing?

"Master Daoist, sir..." Ye Xiao had just opened the door and shouted when he saw the Taoist sorting out the medicinal materials.

"It's burning again?" The Taoist calmly tidied up his medicine box and said calmly.

In Ye Xiao's heart, he had lighted ten candles for his master.

Lord, take care, the priest already knows.

"Yes, you should go over quickly, sir, he can't clearly burn..."

Before Ye Xiao finished speaking, he was interrupted by the sound of closing the medicine box

"I'll be there later."

Ye Xiao stopped talking, with a bitter look on his face, he said, "Here."

The Taoist followed him into the room, seeing that Xue Yang's fever was not clear, he felt helpless and annoyed.

"Taoist..." The person in the dream was confused, but still called him.

Ye Xiao gave space to the two of them in a timely manner, and closed the door by the way.

He rubbed Xue Yang's red face, and the anger of being cheated just now also subsided a little because of his state, "I'm here."

Xue Yang muttered, closed his eyes and stretched out his hand to feel, the Taoist handed the sleeve to him almost helplessly.

The Taoist put his arms around him and rubbed his hair with his hands.

Really soft, a guilty conscience thinks.

Xue Yang was so burned that he was in a daze.

But I was thinking in my heart.

He got it, and it sucks.

The author has something to say: I...probably a useless person...