Floating Life Half Awake GL

It must have been torn into at least a dozen pieces, especially the line of inscriptions in the upper right corner.

But Cen Nan looked at the painting spread out on the couch at this moment, and he had already put together almost two-thirds of it.

Except for the obvious tearing marks, it looks exactly the same as the original one. It must have taken a lot of time and effort.

Cen Nan unconsciously raised his eyes to look at those bright eyes, looked at the patch of black blue under them, and seemed to suddenly understand where they came from.

Cen Nan didn't even have to think about it, she sent Xia Lan back to her room to rest after breakfast, it must be because she never touched the bed, just because of this broken painting.

Cen Nan stared fixedly at the broken painting, as if he wanted to burn it to ashes immediately, and he didn't even realize that Xia Lan had passed the pastry in her hand.

"Naner, Naner"

Xia Lan's two soft calls finally brought Cen Nan back to his senses, and even removed the trace of anger from his body.

Finally, he gave up the urge to tear it apart again, but he was still unwilling.

"Since the painting has been destroyed, let's get rid of it," Cen Nan tried his best to be indifferent.

“It will be fixed soon”

Xia Lan took the wet handkerchief from Man'er, and naturally took Cen Nan's hand to wipe it.

"That's not what it used to be"

With his fingertips flinching, Cen Nan blurted out almost subconsciously.It's just that as soon as Fang uttered it, she felt that the words seemed to be pointed at by others, but she didn't mean that, but after the words had been spoken, she hurriedly and nervously raised her eyes to look at the person in front of her.

Xia Lan didn't seem to have thought much about it, and her expression was the same.

"That was drawn by Nan'er himself."

"If Sister Lan likes it, I can draw another one for you"

Xia Lan looked up at Cen Nan with soft eyes

"That's different, this is Nan'er's first painting"

Cen Nan only looked at Xia Lan for a moment, didn't say any more, just silently stretched out his hand and twirled the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, put it in his mouth and took a bite.

Cen Nan didn't ask further, whether it was because this was the first painting she drew, or because it was the first painting she drew for him and Leng Zongmu...

It was night, and it was time to eat, but Leng Zongmu, who had returned home at this time before, was still missing.

Xia Lan wanted to let Cen Nan eat first, but he insisted on waiting with her, so he had to give up.

However, after a long time, Xia Lan didn't wait any longer before this person came back.

The two were about to start eating when a servant girl hurried in.

"My lord, my lord drank too much."

"Nan'er, eat slowly, I'll come as soon as I go." Xia Lan hurried out of the dining room without waiting for Cen Nan to reply.

Soon, only Cen Nan and Qing Ning were left in the dining room.

Cen Nan frowned tightly, "Sister Qing Ning, take the food away." After finishing speaking with a straight face, he jumped off the stool and walked out of the dining room.

When Cen Nan stepped into the backyard, Xia Lan's room was brightly lit, and there were faint sounds of things falling to the ground from time to time.

The center of the brows has been twisted into sharp Sichuan characters, Cen Nan looked under the corridor for a long time, finally resisted the urge to rush in and scold that person again, turned his feet, and walked to the study on the left.

As the midnight approached, silence finally returned to the room.

The person on the bed finally closed his eyes and went to sleep. Although his brows were still furrowed, his face was gloomy, his breathing was much heavier than usual, and he stumbled a lot, but he finally fell asleep.

Man'er led the staff to carefully clean up the mess on the ground, while Xia Lan sat by the bed, wiped Leng Zongmu's cheeks and hands with a wet handkerchief, and looked at the unevenness that appeared on the black and blue jaw. Uneven stubble, deep in the quiet eyes are all kinds of emotions glued together, complicated and unspeakable.

Putting the thick and strong palm back into the quilt, and tucking the corner of the quilt again, Xia Lan just got up from the bed.

Not long ago, the lights that Man'er had fiddled with were dimmed again, and the night was getting dark without knowing it, and she didn't know if Nan'er had ever fallen asleep.

As soon as he walked around the screen and stepped out of the inner room, he saw Man'er walking in with a tray in his hand, on which there was a bowl of clear porridge and several dishes of side dishes.

"Get out"

"This is what Qing Ning sent over just now. She said Miss Nan'er specially ordered her to send it, so that the princess must use some."

"Nan'er?"

Seeing that Xia Lan didn't refuse any more, Man'er hurriedly took the opportunity to put the things on the table one by one.

"Did Nan'er have a good meal tonight? Are you going to bed now?"

As if she had expected Xia Lan to ask this question, Man'er asked Qing Ning specifically just now.

"According to what Qing Ning said, after the princess left, Miss Nan'er also left the dining room within a short while. She didn't eat anything, but when she left, she ordered Qing Ning to keep the food warm, and wait until the princess was free. But Miss Nan'er didn't go back to her room after returning to the backyard, but went straight to the study. The servant just looked at it, and the light in the study is still on, maybe she hasn't fallen asleep yet."

When Xia Lan walked to the front of the study, she found that the door was ajar.

Raising his hand to knock on the door, he hesitated for a moment, put his hands on the door instead, and then gently pushed the door open slightly with force.

Perhaps the lamp oil was almost burnt out, and the room looked a bit dark, but Xia Lan still saw the little man lying behind the desk at a glance.

Xia Lan tried her best to keep her steps as light as possible, and walked over carefully and slowly.

I saw the little person on the table with his face sideways to the right, sleeping on his folded arms, his slender and slightly curled eyelashes cast a thin shadow, as thin as a cicada's wing, trembling slightly from time to time , like a butterfly dancing at night.

The long and slender eyebrows, which were as black as ink, were gathered together, as if they were full of things on their minds that could not be expressed, so even looking at them in their sleep was not very stable.

Xia Lan wanted to stretch out her hand to gently smooth the deep worry and sorrow hidden in the small eyebrows, but she was afraid that the sudden awakening of the sleeping person would be so abrupt, so she paused in mid-air.

Of course, the winter night is cold, and if you fall asleep like this, you will definitely catch a cold and catch a cold.

Thinking of this, Xia Lanfu bent down again, and passed one hand behind Cen Nan's left armpit, while the other hand passed directly under his knee, and with a little effort, he hugged the sleeping little man. up.

The moment she picked it up, the yellowed rice paper that was originally pressed under the thin arms made a sound due to friction, and Xia Lan noticed that there were still two lines of words written on the paper.

"May you have gone through a thousand sails, and your smile is still the same as yesterday"

It can only be regarded as correct handwriting, but it seems that Xia Lan's gaze has been soaked in the ink that has dried up, and he can't pull it out again.

It wasn't until a gust of cold wind broke in from the open window that the gauzy mist that kept piling up in the watery eyes gradually stopped.

next day

When Cen Nan woke up, he found himself lying on the bed, his coat had been taken off, and his boots were neatly placed at the foot of the bed.

After staring blankly for a while, he suddenly sighed softly, lifted the quilt on his body and got out of bed, dressed, washed, and then left the room, heading straight to the back garden of the palace.

With yesterday's "lesson", Cen Nan didn't dare to run too fast or too impatiently today, so he ran back after five laps at a leisurely pace.

When he walked halfway, he saw that the drunk person from last night was about to go out again, his face was still unshaven and unkempt, and he suddenly felt angry from his heart.

"My lord, it's not enough to drink a second concubine, do you want to drink three, four, five, six or seven concubines?"

The originally slightly impatient footsteps suddenly stopped, and after a moment of back stiffness, as if someone had suddenly taken all the strength out of his body, he slowly turned around and looked at the little man half a foot away.

Cen Nan looked at the majestic seven-foot man in front of him. Since the incident happened, he would only respond silently to her questioning and accusations. He wanted to run away every minute, but he finally endured it.

I didn't bother to say any more, and walked away, but when I passed by, I couldn't help but drop a sentence with a cold expression.

"Do you think she hasn't had a hard time these days?"

During breakfast, the man who had been hiding for two days finally stepped into the dining room.

She shaved her beard and had her grooming done. Although she was no longer as extraordinary as before, she was at least clean and tidy.

Cen Nan only glanced at it indifferently, then lowered his head and continued eating.

At the dinner table, there was no scene where Cen Nan and Leng Zongmu bickered from time to time, and Xia Lan watched with a smile, instead there was only silence.

Leng Zongmu still gave Xia Lan something to eat from time to time, but he had almost nothing to say, not because he didn't want to say it, but because he didn't know what to say or what to say, so he could only remain silent.

Xia Lan still gave Cen Nan something to eat from time to time, and Cen Nan would occasionally give him a thankful look, but he seldom opened his mouth.

Until a light cough broke the silence, one big and one small, who were eating in silence, looked up at the person who made the sound.

"Lan'er caught the wind and cold, I'll send someone to call for a doctor"

"No need, third brother," Xia Lan reached out in time to stop Leng Zongmu who was about to get up, "I just accidentally choked, it's fine."

"Then slow down and drink some water"

Xia Lan took the water from Leng Zongmu, but looked at Cen Nan beside her, with a soft smile in her eyes, as if telling her not to worry about herself.

Cen Nan frowned and looked at her for a while, then nodded.

The master was talking about today's content vividly, but Cen Nan didn't know when his thoughts had already flown out of his mind.

Recalling the scene at breakfast today, Cen Nan always felt that something was wrong. Xia Lan's slight attempt to swallow didn't seem to be choking, but rather a...throat discomfort, throat!

Cen Nan suddenly realized that he jumped out of the chair, hurriedly told his master that he was not feeling well, and ran out of the study.

Running all the way to the door of Xia Lan's room, she saw Man'er waiting at the door. After asking, she found out that Xia Lan felt a little tired and was resting in the room.

really!

Without hesitation, Cen Nan stretched out his hand to push open the door and ran in. Fang walked around the landscape screen separating the inner and outer rooms, and saw Xia Lan sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed on the bed.

Everything seemed to be exactly as Man'er said, but at this moment, that usually pretty and fair face was flushed with abnormal flushes. Cen Nan stepped forward a few steps, stretched out his hand, it was so hot!

Turning around, he hurriedly asked Man'er to order someone to bring the doctor back, and at the same time ask someone to bring some cold water.

After a stick of incense, the doctor finally came.

I took the pulse, and it was only the fever caused by catching a cold, coupled with excessive fatigue and mental depression, that's why it happened.

The doctor prescribed the medicine, and Man'er ordered Mo Yi to go grab the medicine, and deliver it quickly when the medicine was ready.

Before that, Man'er and Qing Ning could only keep applying cold handkerchiefs to Xia Lan's forehead.

Although Cen Nan really wanted to come in person, but thinking about his current appearance, he still consciously stepped aside, so as not to be too busy to help and cause trouble.

"Naner, Naner"

A few weak calls sounded, Cen Nan thought he was awake, and hurried forward, but found that it was just babbling.

Seeing Xia Lan's frowning and flushed face, Cen Nan gently held Xia Lan's catkin half hanging on the edge of the bed.

"I am, I am"

"Nan'er, third brother, third brother..."

Cen Nan pursed his lips tightly, seeing Xia Lan's distressed appearance, just about to ask someone to call Leng Zongmu back.

"Here comes the medicine"

A maid just happened to bring the boiled medicine. Cen Nan watched Man'er take the medicine bowl, then lowered his head and began to wake Xia Lan up.

"Sister Lan, Sister Lan"

After the eyelashes fluttered a few times, Xia Lan finally opened her eyes leisurely, and the first thing she saw was a small face with tightly frowned eyes.

"Nan'er"

Qing Ning hurriedly stepped forward to help Xia Lan sit up, while another maid quickly put another quilt behind her, and Cen Nan could only hold the slightly cool catkin in his hand.

But seeing Man'er approaching with the medicine, Cen Nan belatedly let go, jumped out of bed and stood aside.

"I'll do it myself." Xia Lan took the medicine from Man'er, but didn't bring it into the mouth. Instead, she looked at Cen Nan who was standing aside, "Nan'er, come and sit here."

Cen Nan glanced at the place where Xia Lan's hand had been patted, hesitated for a moment, walked over and sat down, Xia Lan looked at it, and unconsciously frowned.

But after sitting restlessly for a while, she jumped out of bed again, startling Xia Lan.

"Nan'er"

"I'll come back as soon as I go." After leaving this sentence, he ran out of the room without looking back.

"Hey, slow down, don't fall"

When Xia Lan took the last sip of medicine, Cen Nan came back.

Xia Lan took the tea from Man'er and rinsed her mouth, but she still couldn't wash away the bitterness in her mouth.

"What did Nan Er go out in such a hurry?"

Cen Nan didn't reply, and took Xia Lan's hand straight away, and then put the things in his hand into the smooth and delicate palm.

"what is this"

While speaking, he raised his other hand and opened the paper bag, which turned out to be caramel.

A smile unconsciously stained his eyes, Xia Lan twisted one and put it in his mouth, it was so sweet, it was sweet all the way to the bottom of his heart.

"Thank you Naner"

Cen Nan was a little embarrassed, Xia Lan bought it for her earlier, because she didn't like snacks so much, so she kept it there, and today it was a gift to the Buddha.

Man'er and Qing Ning retreated silently. Xia Lan looked at Cen Nan, who had drooping brows and eyes, and said with a smile, "Nan'er is so meticulous and considerate, I really envy Nan'er's future husband."

"I don't want to marry a stinky man!"

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so tired