wait until the fireworks cool off

The man was lying quietly, his face pale, his eyes closed, and his body was covered with a brocade quilt.If it weren't for his chest still rising and falling slightly, Sheng Xiaomo wouldn't even be sure if he was still alive.A five-color enchantment hangs above his body, like a loom, the light shuttles back and forth from time to time, and external force helps his true energy to circulate slowly.

Sheng Xiaomo couldn't believe that the man who was always modest and with a faint smile would have such a moment, no longer smiling at him, no longer talking, no longer even losing his temper, and just fell asleep without any resistance In front of him, it was weak and helpless like a dying candle, which made him dare not even touch it.

"Master, I'm sorry, I'm the one who deserves to die... If I knew today, I would rather scold you and hit you a few times than let you do such a dangerous thing..." Sheng Xiao repented silently, with his head focused On the couch, the tearing pain in his chest seemed to explode, and he was afraid that this person would just disappear from his eyes.

"Uncle, if you don't want to see me, I won't come here to obstruct your eyes. As long as you get better, I promise you anything, everything..." He raised his head and looked at the person in front of him. Don't let the tears fall.

Qing Yu's head moved slightly, and his mouth seemed to be whispering, although Sheng Xiaomo couldn't hear clearly, but the mouth shape was clearly, Ah Mo...

"Uncle!"

"Amo...Amo..." The person on the bed seemed to hear his voice, and responded indistinctly twice.

"Master, I'm here! I'm here." Sheng Xiaomo held Qing Yu's hand tightly, the cold temperature on his hand made his heart ache even more.

I don't know if I heard his response, or the babble was unconscious at all, Qing Yu's breathing became lighter, and she stopped making any sound.

Sheng Xiaomo tightly wrapped his hands in his palms, and pressed them against his chest to warm up: "Master, it's all my fault! What I said that day was all stupid, don't take it to heart..."

Not long after, Qing Yu suddenly yelled while in a coma, and his fingers grabbed Sheng Xiaomo's hand tightly, his brows were deeply furrowed, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.Shocked, Sheng Xiaomo stretched out his hand to touch Qing Yu's forehead, but it was cold to the touch.

"Uncle! What's wrong with you?" He called out to him loudly.Qing Yu didn't respond, her body trembled, her lips were as white as paper.

"Uncle Master! Uncle Master!" Sheng Xiaomo was in a state of confusion, not knowing what to do, so he lifted Qing Yu into his arms in desperation.

The person in his arms was sweating profusely and twitching constantly. Sheng Xiaomo held him in his arms with one hand, and held his hand with the other, sobbing uncontrollably in a low voice: "Uncle...I'm here...Uncle ..." There was nothing in his mind, he just used his own body to warm him, so that he would stop shaking.At this moment, he even forgot to ask for help, he just wanted to hold him tightly in his arms, no one could take him away!No one can!

"Ahem..." Qing Yu coughed twice violently, and spat out a mouthful of black and red blood.Sheng Xiaomo was frightened into a cold sweat, but saw him gasping for several breaths, the shaking of his body gradually stopped, the sweat on his forehead also slowly receded, and his breathing became steady.

"Qing Yu! Qing Yu!" At this moment, Yuanjun Miao Ning also rushed in. It turned out that she was also guarding outside, and she quickly felt the barrier move.

The two put Qing Yu on the couch again, Miao Ning Yuanjun felt his pulse, but the nervous expression on his face relaxed: "Thank God! He finally vomited out the blood. From this point of view, tonight I think it's time for Du pass."

These words were like a shot in the arm, Sheng Xiaomo was shocked: "Really?"

"His ribs were severely injured by the Yazi beast, and there is blood in his chest. It would be very dangerous to block his heart and lungs. I have tried many times before, but I couldn't get it out." Miaoning Yuanjun gently lifted a corner of the brocade quilt to check the injury, Qing Yu was only wearing obscene clothes, with a thick bandage wrapped around his ribs, blood seeped through the bandage, bright red, and he knew how terrible the wound was there.

Sheng Xiaomo looked at the wound, felt a pain in his chest, and sat on the ground as if exhausted, unable to stop crying, but because Mr. Miaoning Yuanjun was in front of him, he wiped it with his sleeve desperately, not wanting her to see it.

"I think it's because your uncle loves you and doesn't want you to worry about him." Yuanjun Miaoning looked at Sheng Xiaomo like this, and was quite touched, and said softly, "I didn't know the inside story during the day, so I blamed you, you Don't mind it."

Sheng Xiaomo shook her head, held back her tears, kneeled to the side of the couch, looked at Qing Yu, and whispered, "Yuan Jun, when will Master wake up?"

Miao Ning Yuanjun sighed softly: "I don't know either, let's see when he will recover. Nephew Mo, you have also been on guard all night, it is almost dawn, you go and have a rest."

Sheng Xiaomo shook his head again: "Yuan Jun, I'm not sleepy, I just want to guard my uncle and not go anywhere."

When consciousness gradually recovered, Qing Yu didn't open his eyes immediately, the white light in front of his eyes made him feel a little uncomfortable.

After getting used to it for a while, he slowly opened his eyes. Feeling a little numbness in his right hand, he moved instinctively. However, just this time, a warm object in his hand suddenly rose up, gradually gathering in his gradually clear vision. Cheng Xiaomo's face.

"Amo..." His voice was like a gossamer.

"Uncle Master." Sheng Xiaomo's voice was a little hoarse, her eye circles were red and swollen, and her hands were still holding Qing Yu's right hand tightly.

"Crying...what..." Feeling that his hand was being held by him, Qing Yu subconsciously wanted to pull back, but he held it even more firmly.

"It's all because of you." Sheng Xiaomo wanted to cry and laugh, and subconsciously wiped her eyes with her sleeve in embarrassment.

Qing Yu smiled weakly: "Why... are you here..."

"Master Uncle is unconscious, Master promised me to stay and take care of you."

"Hard work..." Qing Yu murmured.

Sheng Xiaomo shook his head lightly: "Miao Ning Yuanjun asked Master Uncle to drink the decoction as soon as he wakes up. The medicine has been warming on the stove. I'll get it."

"Ning Yu... is there?"

Sheng Xiao nodded silently: "Master Uncle was seriously injured, if it wasn't for Lord Yuan, he wouldn't be able to make it through at this time."

Qing Yu lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Soon Sheng Xiaomo came back with a decoction.Naturally, Qing Yu couldn't move, so he sat on the side of the couch and carefully fed the medicine to Qing Yu's mouth: "Master, slow down."

At this moment, the eyes of the young man in front of him were hot, and he did not hide the deep concern and affection in his eyes. Qing Yu was terrified by him, but his body was really weak, so he had to lower his eyes to avoid his gaze, and opened his mouth slightly bluntly to drink the concoction .

After feeding him to drink all the soup and medicine, Sheng Xiaomo breathed a sigh of relief, cleaned up everything, and sat down on the couch with him.

The two sat silently for a while.I don't know why, but after that incident, Qing Yu felt extremely embarrassed when facing Sheng Xiaomo again.He hesitated for a while, then said slowly: "Amo...if you..."

"Uncle Master wants to drive me away?" Sheng Xiaomo guessed his intention in an instant.

Qing Yu was broken by him and remained silent.

Sheng Xiaomo pleaded: "Uncle, it's all my fault... I shouldn't have said those words that day to make you angry. I will never say anything in the future, you, don't drive me away..."

Looking at his pitiful eyes, Qing Yu couldn't bear it, and tried to comfort him: "You are...excellent... given time...you will be able to...you can do a lot in Changliu...you should get rid of distracting thoughts... "

His breath was weak, and he could only speak a few words as best he could, but the meaning made Sheng Xiaomo feel sore in his chest.With Qing Yu like this, Sheng Xiaomo didn't dare to provoke him anymore, so he could only temporarily swallow those words of affection, and said in a low voice: "I see, uncle, don't be angry, I won't mention it again But these days, uncle, let me take care of you here and stay with you, okay?"

His eyes were black and black, and the affectionate and earnest water seemed to be dripping out. Although he had grown up, his eyes had never changed, like vines.Qing Yu found that he could not refuse, nor could he refuse.

The wound under the ribs still hurts from time to time, Qing Yu lost a lot of blood, except for waking up occasionally to take medicine, most of the time he fell into a deep sleep, and he didn't know what was going on around him.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, he woke up again and saw Sheng Xiaomo gently closing the door and entering.

"Uncle Shi, you're awake," Sheng Xiaomo couldn't help being delighted when Qing Yu opened his eyes.He came over with some hesitation and anticipation, and said in a low voice: "Master, do you... want to eat something? I made some porridge, and the doctor said that Master's energy and blood have been consumed too much. If you can get some food It can help you recover." His sleeves were a little wet, and his face was stained with black ash.

Qing Yu was a little surprised, the porridge he cooked?

After a while, Sheng Xiaomo brought in a tray, which contained a small bowl of porridge and a plate of bright green side dishes.

"You...did it?" Qing Yu was obviously a little surprised, but he never knew that Sheng Xiaomo had this skill.

Sheng Xiaomo helped him up and leaned against the couch, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Uncle Master knows, I've never made these, the taste...is not very good, but they are all cooked, I have tasted them. Uncle Master, just eat something."

Qing Yu's heart felt sour, and she almost shed tears.

This kid...it's really hard for him...

"When you say that, I'm really hungry..." Qing Yu said gently.

Sheng Xiaomo was overjoyed, brought a bowl and came to feed him.

"Amo, I'll do it myself..." Qing Yu raised his hand to take it, but was held down by Sheng Xiaomo.

"Master, you are injured, don't use force." Sheng Xiao quietly retracted his hands into the quilt, twisted the corner of the quilt to cover him, and fed him a spoonful.

"Uncle, can you still swallow it?" Seeing Qing Yu taking a bite and savoring it slowly, Sheng Xiaomo asked cautiously while staring at his expression.

Qing Yu nodded and smiled: "It's delicious, thank you for your hard work."

"Really?"