If you wear it fast, you will return the scum

Blood is a medicine primer, which is used to affect the medicinal properties of other medicinal materials.

Jing Yilan felt Fengxiu's pulse and felt that his internal condition was slightly better after taking the medicine, so she finally felt relieved.

Seeing his cautious appearance, Leng Fengying felt jealous even though he had followed Nie Rujiu.

Feng Xiu had been in a coma for most of the day, and finally woke up when the medicinal materials were fully effective.

Jing Yilan happened to be away when he woke up, but not long after he sat up, he heard footsteps entering the door.

This sound of footsteps was very strange, he had never heard it before.

"Seventh Young Master." The man said, it was a female voice.It turns out that this person is Ziyun, the maid who often appears behind Leng Fengying.

This address really made Feng Xiu stunned, but he quickly replied: "I am not the young master of the Leng Mansion, I am afraid that the girl called it wrong."

Ziyun didn't answer, just said to him: "Seventh Young Master is able to wake up today, thanks to our Sixth Young Master."

Feng Xiu didn't know what she meant, but just looked in her direction suspiciously and listened to her answer.

"Hero Jing brought you back here, and asked Master Six to bleed you to heal you. He said he could have exchanged your life for Master Six, but Master Jing and Little Prince Nie couldn't bear to see Master Six die for you, so they I only asked him to bleed some blood, and reluctantly delayed, so that you can live for a few more days."

Feng Xiu sat there, listening to her words, only felt that the pain that was relieved by the medicine was faintly flared up again.

"Now the little prince is dressing the Sixth Young Master. Hero Jing is preparing medicine for the Sixth Young Master, fearing that the Sixth Young Master will lose blood and hurt his body." Ziyun said.

The pain intensified, Feng Xiu couldn't help covering his chest, and pressed it tightly, as if this way, his pain would be less.

See how similar it was when he took what was in his eyes that day.

Leaving him here alone, everyone is surrounded by the cold wind.It was as if he was born to sacrifice for Leng Fengying.

"Seventh Young Master, do you want to go and have a look?" Ziyun said.

Just as Feng Xiu was about to say no, the man grabbed him without any explanation, and forcibly helped him to go out.

A smell of blood rose from Fengxiu's throat, he forcibly suppressed the smell of blood, and when he regained consciousness, he had already been taken outside the door of the cold and windy room.

"Ru Jiu, do you think it would be better for me to wear this purple dress or this blue dress today?" Leng Fengying asked Nie Ru Jiu who was beside him.

Nie Rujiu was a little absent-minded, and just said to him: "It's all good."

And Jing Yilan was pouring the medicinal juice into the bowl at this time, he glanced at Leng Fengying and said, "Come and drink the medicine."

But he didn't even bother to say his name.

But Fengxiu couldn't see it, and he didn't know it.

He stood there, listening to their words, the beating heart that tormented him seemed to have suddenly cooled down.

It turned out that after so many years, it was still like this.

There is only cold wind in everyone's eyes, and he can only hide in the darkness forever.

He is the sixth young master, and he is a servant.

He was loved by his parents, but his mother let go, and his father didn't recognize him until his death.

Jing Yilan dotes on him, Nie Rujiu loves him, and he is as good as he is, if these things hadn't happened, he would probably have died in that brothel.

But why did he have to endure these things? He was born a prostitute, and no one gave him the right to choose. He also wanted to live a little harder and live a little happier.

He forced a smile on his face, he flattered him, he demanded a little bit of light in the darkness, and it came to him.

He wants so little, just a little bit.But no one is willing to give him even this little bit.

Many people passed by him in a hurry without even looking at him. In the end, he was still so lonely.

The pain in his chest spread layer by layer, so painful that he could hardly speak.

He tried to make out their words, but his consciousness began to blur.

He leaned against the wall and knelt down slowly, as if his spine had been ripped out alive, he just wanted to curl up into a ball, not caring about anything, not looking at anything.

Amidst the overwhelming despair, he finally fainted completely.

Jing Yilan took care of Leng Fengying and took the medicine, and then came back, ready to check on Fengxiu's condition.

When he was in the cold wind before, he didn't notice that he was so grumbled at all.He asked Nie Rujiu to dress him, and asked himself to make medicine for him. He really regarded himself as a young master.

Jing Yilan exhaled a breath of stale air in her lungs, and pushed open the door.

But in that room, the shadow of Fengxiu has long since disappeared.

The cold wind forced Nie Rujiu to buy candy for him in the street, but as soon as Nie Rujiu left, Ziyun entered the door.

"What did you go to do?" Leng Fengying was in a good mood now, and when she looked at Ziyun, she also had a smile on her face.

Ziyun moved closer to him, and told him everything he had done just now.

Leng Fengying was still smiling at first, but after hearing that, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Okay, well done. Let that little bitch see with his own eyes how they treat me and him." Leng Fengying said, but he seemed to be afraid of being heard by Jing Yilan, so he lowered his voice He raised his voice, "It's thanks to them that they can figure out how to raise him with my blood. Even if I feed my blood to dogs, I will definitely not give it to him. It's a good idea for me to raise him for five years." Leng Feng The eyes are full of joy, as if this is really a great good thing, "You did a good thing this time, and you helped me deal with it before I gave the order. Where did you send him? "

Ziyun said: "Luzhou. I heard that he came from here, so I asked someone to send him here. In this way, even if Daxia Jing and the young prince knew about it, they would only think that he left by himself, and doubt it. To you, young master."

Leng Fengying said: "That's right. Even if they suspect, they can't produce any evidence. Besides, my blood is enough to feed him for three days. If he bumps on the road for a few more days, he should die. Die outside is better than die in the cold." The mansion is good, otherwise I would have to worry about his funeral, wouldn't it be troublesome."

He clapped his hands, picked up the candied fruit on the table, put it in his mouth contentedly, and began to chew.

When Feng Xiu woke up, the carriage had already stopped.

He asked the coachman, and only then did he know that he had arrived at Luzhou.

Yeah.

I don't know if the shop was closed when he left, so I just went back to have a look.

He got out of the carriage and walked all the way forward.

He didn't have a blind stick, and he didn't have anyone to help him, so he stumbled along the way.He walked for a long time, and went to the wrong place several times. He only found out after asking, then turned back, and walked in another direction.

The shop is closed, and I don't know who helped close it.

He held the door, squatted down slowly, found a spare key from under the flowerpot at the door, and opened the door.

The aroma of candy from the shop brought back good memories in his heart.

This is his favorite flavor.Sugar is his favorite food.

The candy he ate for the first time was bought by his mother.At that time, he thought, how could there be such a delicious thing in this world, sweet, one bite, as if all the troubles could be forgotten.

He took one of his favorite candies from the counter, peeled off the wrapper, and put it in his mouth.

The sugar is still the original sugar, but this time he tasted it, but it only tasted like rust.

Yes, his mouth was full of blood, and the blood was wrapped in sugar, so that he couldn't taste anything except the smell of blood.He swallowed the blood, rolled the candy with his tongue, tried several times, and finally caught the slightest sweetness.

But he was also a little tired, as if he hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

He groped and found his reclining chair all the way, and lay down on it without taking off his shoes.

The recliner swayed gently, like his mother was holding him, shaking and shaking gently.

Is his mother coming to pick him up?Is it because she thinks that he is living too hard and can't stand it, so she wants to take him away and take him to her to enjoy happiness?

Feng Xiu reached out to touch the piccolo and held it tightly.

He wanted to tell his mother that he got back what she had left for him, and told her not to be angry.

He ate the candy and slowly hummed a song.

The song was out of tune, it was his mother humming it to him when he refused to fall asleep when he was a child.He was too young at that time to remember all of it, but only part of it.

He hummed the song, tasted the sweetness, and suddenly felt that this was the day he was looking forward to.

You don't need other people's help, and you don't need other people's charity.He is self-reliant, and he lives happily.

You don't need to try your best to please others, you don't need to take off your clothes to be insulted, and you don't need to rack your brains to please others, begging this or that to give him a way out.

But such a happy, carefree day, why can't he let him taste it for a while?He has just tasted the sweetness, and God is going to take it back.

Consciousness was gradually withdrawn from his body, and he knew that he was going to die.

He suddenly became frightened, he didn't want to die, although he knew there was a mother in the ground.But the bottom of Huangquan is so big, and he can't see it. What should he do if he can't find his mother?So is he going to be a human again?

He was so scared that he almost cried, but he was so tired that he didn't even have the energy to cry.

Forget it, don't cry, laugh.If his mother saw him crying, she would feel bad again.

He reached out and hugged himself tightly, as if this would warm his body.

It is said that people will see what they care about before they die, but he feels that is not the case.In this short period of 19 years, he passed through his mind like a horse on horseback. Jing Yilan, Nie Rujiu, Leng Fengying and so on were all like a dream.

His head gradually became dizzy, and he tilted his head, leaning on the recliner.

The candy hadn't been eaten yet, but he didn't have the energy to eat it.

He fell asleep slowly like this, sleeping forever.

When Jing Yilan found Fengxiu, he was in the candy shop.

Feng Xiu curled up on his favorite reclining chair, his whole body was in a ball, with his feet resting on the edge of the chair.

He closed his eyes and seemed to be just asleep.

Jing Yilan found a piece of candy wrapper in his hand, which he held in his palm, it was exactly the kind he liked the most.

Jing Yilan gently put the sword aside, leaned over and grabbed his chin with one hand, and kissed his lips.

He tasted the sweetness of sugar, and the unmelted sugar was lying between the lips and teeth of the wind sleeve, because it had been left for too long, it was already a bit astringent.

The skin he touched was icy cold, and the coolness seeped into his fingers, climbing along the meridians and bones all the way to the heart.

Jing Yilan was choked with sobs for a moment, he stretched out his hand and pulled the wind sleeve into his arms, as if he wanted to warm him up with his own body temperature.

Maybe he was born with a slow reaction, seeing Feng Xiu like this, his sadness came so slowly.

He just felt as if he had drifted out of this world, and the tables and chairs at the counter beside him became hazy.He separated his five fingers and combed the somewhat messy hair for the wind sleeve.

He hoped that this person would wake up after a while, so he hugged him with peace of mind, looking forward to him.

Feng Xiu's body slid down, and he hugged him back to his original position.

The night in early summer seemed exceptionally quiet.

He wanted to light the lamp, but he was reluctant to let go of the wind sleeve, so he grabbed the sword, picked up the candle on the counter, put it aside, took out the torch and lit it, and returned it to its original position with the sword.

The candlelight spread out and sprinkled on Feng Xiu's face, the shadowy light reflected his whole face a little unreal.

He looked at Feng Xiu's childish face, and thought of his age in a trance.

He was only nineteen, several years younger than him.

He remembered that Fengxiu said he loves candy, but he wanted to eat it before but couldn't have it, but now he has it but is reluctant to eat it.

He wanted to tell him that if he eats with confidence, he can earn money and give him all the money he earns. By then, they will not only be able to open this shop well, but also open branches.

But he was afraid that too many things would make him too tired.

Feng Xiu couldn't see, so he could help him with trivial matters, and after a busy day, he could put the money from selling sugar into the cash drawer.

Every time Fengxiu hugged the cash drawer and counted the money, it made him feel cute and sweet.

Jing Yilan touched Feng Xiu's face and suddenly felt her fingertips wet.

He looked at his fingertips, only to find that there were tears on them.

He shouldn't be crying.

Jing Yilan hugged Fengxiu tightly, he wanted to stop the tears, but the scalding liquid didn't listen to him at all, and rushed out from his eye sockets.

Accompanied by a low growl in his throat, he seemed to have returned to that night many years ago, when he was locked in a cage, screaming every day and being ineffective.

He shouted until his throat bled, and only then did he call for a wind sleeve.

But now he tasted the rust in his mouth, and wept even more than before, but no other Fengxiu came to him again.

He heard a cracking sound in his chest, a crackling, deafening sound.

That was his heart, the heart he carefully hid in his sleeves.

Now that Fengxiu is gone, that heart is also dead.

"You can wait for me a little longer. I have found a way to save you. Just wait another five years, and the flowers will bloom and all the poison on your body will be removed. At that time, you can do whatever you want, and I will accompany you I'm watching you, no one can take you away from me, no one can hurt you." He hoarsely said to Fengxiu.

But that person just nestled in his arms so quietly, wouldn't playfully stuff candy into his mouth, wouldn't pour out his grievances to him, and wouldn't shake his legs and call him Mr.

He ruined him, he ruined him himself.

Over the years, all kinds of flashy things have finally become a dream.

Feng Xiu finally escaped from this sea of ​​suffering, leaving him in this boundless regret with no return.

[System prompt: The branch character Jing Yilan has a love value of +0, a regret degree of +2, a current love value of 100, and a regret degree of 100. 】