There is a story that has a grudge against me

The No.1 doctor in the city has finally lived up to his reputation, and Bai Zhexi has gradually improved after going through a long period of malleus grinding.

During the days when Bai Zhexi was recuperating, Nie Huai'en sent Hongxiu to prepare the bed and bedding.Nie Huai'en eats and chats with Bai Zhexi during the day, and at night he lies outside Bai Zhexi's bedroom, never leaving her.

After Nie Huaien's careful nursing, Bai Zhexi's complexion improved a lot.However, the lack of strength of the old ginseng medicine also caused his mental head to go up and down - the two often chatted for a long time before he couldn't hold it anymore and looked tired.

The doctor only said that he needed to rest for a while, so Nie Huai'en didn't doubt it much.

Nie Huai'en was kind and gentle by nature, but growing up in a complicated family environment, he was inevitably sensitive and suspicious.

Although Bai Zhexi was unwilling to mention the changes in the suburbs that day in front of Nie Huai'en until his death, but Nie Huai'en's mind was tactful. Seeing Bai Zhexi's distressed face, he was more sure that the secret must be related to him.

So while he secretly sent more people around to investigate this matter, he showed more concern for Bai Zhexi - as if to make up for something, the expression he looked at him always added a lot of indebtedness.

That day, Nie Huai'en drank porridge with Bai Zhexi and watched him sleep.

Seeing the bright sky outside the window, it was rare that he didn't leave immediately, but leaned against the window frame of Baizhexi's bedroom, squinting slightly to look at the scenery outside the house.

It has been more than a few months since Bai Zhexi came back with injuries all over his body. Nie Huai'en has always been busy with Bai Zhexi, and it is rare to have such a leisure time.

The scenery outside the house in Baizhexi is the best. There are green trees and fragrant grasses planted by the shallow lake. Now that the spring breeze has passed, new shoots have emerged one after another, and it is full of joy.

He couldn't help but think of that time when Hongxiu led him to this lake.

At that time, Baizhexi was like that, dressed in white clothes, holding a jade flute in his hand, looking at him from a distance across the blue lake, whispering his name.

Nie Huai'en smiled and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he felt as if his heart had flowed into a hot spring. It was so warm that his limbs became weak.

He couldn't help but lean his head lightly on the window frame, blending with the distant view outside the window and the carved coffin, as if he was smelling the clear spring breeze...

Just now, Bai Zhexi noticed that Nie Huai'en helped him gently tuck in the quilt. He was a little sleepy, but he did not fall asleep.

He lay quietly on the bed and listened to Nie Huai'en walking to the window, so he didn't dare to open his eyes, for fear that Nie Huai'en would make a fuss and think that he was not doing enough to take care of him.

For so many days, Bai Zhexi has noticed everything about Nie Huai'en.On the one hand, he was openly enjoying the caring that he could only dream of, but on the other hand, he couldn't help feeling sorry for Nie Huai'en who was too hardworking.

He knew that Nie Huai'en had been such a kind person since he was a child. Although he was occasionally aggressive and impulsive, he still treated others sincerely.

Since waking up, Bai Zhexi has seen Nie Huai'en worrying about his affairs more than once.In his sleep, he seemed to have heard Nie Huai'en sobbing softly, as if he was lying beside his bed, calling him softly: "Brother Qingxi, get well soon..."

Bai Zhexi was conflicted in his heart. He knew that if he didn't explain the situation that day to him clearly, Nie Huai'en would be worried for a day, and his guilt towards himself would deepen.

But Bai Zhexi couldn't.Every time he faced Nie Huaien's gaze staring at him, he couldn't blurt out what happened that day at all.

He was afraid, he was afraid that after speaking out, the guilt in Nie Huai'en's heart would eventually trap him firmly, and he was also afraid that he would never be able to keep him...

Perhaps the quiet atmosphere beside the bed was too bright, Bai Zhexi opened his eyes and found it difficult to get out, he took a deep breath, and finally couldn't help but speak, wanting to plunge into that dazzling splendor .

"Little Douzi..." Bai Zhexi said, "The weather is really nice, let's go for a walk."

Nie Huai'en in the painting finally came back to his senses. Seeing that the person lying on the bed was not actually asleep, he smiled back faintly.

"Okay, I'll help you up."

Bai Zhexi has never realized that the scenery outside his house can be so beautiful.

The two of them were sitting on the small pavilion in the lake. Nie Huai'en was afraid that he would catch cold, so he carefully put a big cloak on him - everything seemed to be lost.

Nie Huai'en recalled that when he first arrived at the White Mansion, he was recovering from a serious illness and was in poor health. The same was true for Bai Zhexi. He was afraid that he would be wronged a little bit.

Bai Zhexi was still ill and unable to drink, so Nie Huai'en ordered Hongxiu to bring tea. The two of them sat on the surface of the breeze lake, holding tea bowls and blowing lightly.

"Brother Qingxi, I saw you holding a jade flute that day at the small building in the lake... I have never heard you say that you are also proficient in music theory?"

"It's not proficient, at most I know a thing or two..." Bai Zhexi turned his head to look at Nie Huai'en, looked at the bright smile in his eyes, and said calmly, "If you want to listen, you can Let Hongxiu fetch it, let me blow it to you..."

The two looked at the table.

The breeze brushed over Bai Zhexi's face slightly, blowing a strand of fine hair around his cheek, and the end of the hair was circling, once and for all, as if it was touching Bai Zhexi's delicate eyebrows and eyes.

Nie Huai'en's heart trembled suddenly, and he said bluntly, "You are still seriously ill, so it's better not to get angry."

He turned his head away, as if trying to cover up something, went to the edge of the pavilion and reached out to break off a weeping willow, and stood sideways: "Why don't I dance the sword to cheer you up?"

Bai Zhexi hadn't finished saying "good", when Nie Huai'en shook the willow branch lightly, and the willow leaves fluttered down to the ground.

Nie Huai'en clasped his fists, bowed slightly to Bai Zhexi, then immediately stepped back and tapped the stone stage dancer to stand up...

The foreign swordsmanship passed down by the Nie family's ancestors emphasizes the combination of "hardness and softness". Nie Huai'en practiced it since he was a child, and he has already mastered it.

I saw him jumping onto the stone bench of the pavilion, circling around the pavilion pillars, and the willow in his hand stabbed straight like a sword, without the slightest hint of flexibility that the willow should have.After a while, he lightly tapped the stone bench and landed lightly, like a fairy falling into the dust, his toes were like floating clouds, but his hands were still flowing, and his moves were true...

Bai Zhexi knew the name of Nie Huai'en's martial arts a long time ago, and only now when he saw it today did he know that his name really lived up to his reputation.Every move is full of strength, but it does not lose its spirituality.

Filled with joy in his heart, Bai Zhexi couldn't help but put his hands on the stone table. Following Nie Huaien's moves, he tapped the table with his fingertips, carefully beating the beat.

Nie Huai'en swayed the willow branches all over the field, and occasionally glanced at Baizhexi from the corner of his eye, but seeing him smiling and looking at him all the time, his face full of appreciation, his heart became even more joyful, and he danced even harder.

After the whole scene, Nie Huai'en's forehead to his temples were covered with fine beads of sweat, crystal clear, round and full, as if they were about to drip down.

After Nie Huai'en danced, seeing Bai Zhexi gently beckoning him to pass, he hesitated for a moment, then walked with his hands down, and sat beside Bai Zhexi.

Bai Zhexi only wanted to make Nie Huai'en get closer to him, but he didn't expect him to come straight up and sit next to him, and his heart trembled.After hesitating for a moment, he pretended to be casual again, took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Nie Huai'en's forehead, and then turned around and opened the food box on the stone table.

Bai Zhexi carefully took out the lacquered wooden chopsticks hidden on the edge of the food box, carefully picked up a ball of green dough cake, and slowly handed it to Nie Huai'en's mouth.

The green ball is soft and sweet, and the edges of the lacquered wooden chopsticks seem to be being swallowed by it, sinking softly into it.

Nie Huai'en's heart trembled slightly. When he saw the snack being handed to his mouth, he didn't dare to lift his eyes. He just slightly opened his lips and put it in his mouth, chewing it softly.

Chewing and chewing, Nie Huai'en suddenly felt that something in his heart began to break through the ground and grow wantonly.

He didn't know what to think of, and the roots of his ears suddenly turned pink.Then the pink spread all the way from the pinna to the tips of the ears, making the ears soft and tender, like cooked prawns.

Bai Zhexi looked at the person in front of him who lowered his head but said nothing, a gentle smile appeared on his face.Looking at Nie Huai'en's familiar tips of ears and trembling Adam's apple, he suddenly felt that something in his heart seemed to be revived, and it seemed like a prairie fire...

That's how they were, he looked at him, and he looked down at the ground.

Like two quiet sculptures, shrouded in the warm spring light.

After a long time, I heard the person who bowed his head and looked down suddenly speak, stammering each word: "Brother Qingxi, white sugar cake, delicious...I, I will feed you too?"

"Okay."

Bai Zhexi looked at the finger holding the pastry and slowly bringing it to his mouth with a smile, and suddenly wanted to lower his head as a prank, to tease the shy man with his head hanging down.

But he still stopped the little bit of elation in his heart as if he had got his wish.

He leaned over, slowly mouthed the piece of white sugar cake, and gently reached out, holding the hand that was still hanging in the air and still trembling.

"During the New Year, will you go to the temple fair with me?"

"Huh? Um..."

Nie Huai'en's hand was gently held by Bai Zhexi, and it slowly fell to rest on the stone bench.

The two hands were superficially overlapped, but the two of them turned their heads away from each other, as if their hands just accidentally touched each other, and then they didn't have time to separate...

At that moment, Nie Huai'en suddenly felt full of joy, as if his chest was filled with honey.

It seems that I didn't know until this moment, what is the real one - live up to the spring breeze...