Chun Feng Du Jian

"you!"

Xue Qinglan used strength in his hands, and almost instinctively pushed him away with a palm, but quickly reacted, stopped his hands, supported his arms instead, and asked anxiously: "Are you... all right?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt that something was wrong, and he seemed to be worried about this person, so he simply shut his mouth and tried his best to help Wen Heng into the house.However, this room is really shabby, there is only a bare bench beside the table, not even a reliable chair back, Xue Qinglan is afraid that Wen Heng will fall under the table if he lets go, so he has no choice but to drag and push him in bed.

He grabbed the only pillow and placed it behind his back, subconsciously trying to check the temperature of Heng's forehead, moved his fingers, but retracted them again.

He couldn't help but feel an unspeakable anger in his heart, but he couldn't just leave the patient here and walk away.After Wen Heng coughed for a while, his dizziness became more and more serious, his eyes were straight and blurry, and he saw him standing by the bed in a haze, who seemed to be very unhappy. Concerned leisurely: "cough... what's wrong with you?"

have to.Xue Qinglan thought, don't try it, this person must have a fever.

He didn't have the same knowledge as a sick cat, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said coldly: "Hold out your hand, and I'll give you a pulse."

Wen Heng has a problem, as long as he does not lose consciousness and let others manipulate him, he will never take the initiative to show weakness, especially when he is sick.He didn't want to mobilize the crowd because of a little wind and cold. Instead of reaching out his hand after hearing Xue Qinglan's words, he pulled the quilt to cover himself, coughing and saying: "No, it's just a cold, and it will be better in a day."

"It won't be good." Xue Qinglan frowned, "It will burn stupid."

Wen Heng said: "I know what's in my heart... Ahem, I don't need to bother you."

Xue Qinglan could hardly hold back the hand behind his back, and wanted to stroke the side of his neck to make this brash talker shut up from now on.

"Since you don't trust me, then ask your family teacher to see you." He made a gesture to leave, "I will provide you with medicine until you are cured."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Heng coughed violently again, and had to raise his hand to cover his lips.With sharp eyes and quick hands, Xue Qinglan pulled down his wrist, and the skin of the two of them suddenly touched, hot and cold, the pulse instantly closed to the heartbeat, and the tiny tremor seemed to explode a ball of fireworks under his fingertips.

Xue Qinglan threw away her hands as if she was being scalded, her panic could hardly be concealed, she turned and left: "Wait a minute, I'll go get the medicine..."

Wen Heng was so sick that his mind was dizzy, and he couldn't hear his voice fully, but the word "take medicine" was like a poisonous needle, precisely piercing his most fragile nerve.He almost jumped up from the bed, grabbed Xue Qinglan, and said sharply: "Don't go!"

Just now, when he felt the pulse, it was only a touch away, but he grasped Xue Qinglan's wrist firmly in his palm, which made him stagger a few steps and almost tripped. Fortunately, he supported himself on the edge of the bed, so he didn't fall On Wen Heng's body.

"you--"

"Don't go..."

Xue Qinglan could feel his hot palm pressing against his wrist, his five fingers clenched tightly like iron tongs, and there was even an inexplicable sense of desperation in that movement, as if he was not going to get the medicine, but to go to the hospital. die.

He seemed to have been immobilized by someone, and he couldn't even break free. Ren Wenheng held his wrist, and stared into his dim eyes with cold star-like eyes. After a long silence, he opened his mouth and said, "I'll be back." .”

This sentence seemed to be squeezed out of his heart, and the voice was so low that it was almost inaudible. Wen Heng rarely felt a sense of comfort in his eyes, but before he could chew on this whisper, Xue Qinglan suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. With a wave, a strange fragrance from the sleeves wafted into his nostrils, Wen Heng's eyes darkened, and he immediately fell asleep with his head down.

Xue Qinglan broke off his clenched fingers one by one, moved away from Wen Heng's body, helped him lie down, and wrapped the quilt tightly up to his chin.While he was asleep, he dared to reach out his hand to touch the man's forehead, tested the temperature, and lightly brushed away the few strands of messy hair in front of his eyes.

"You..."

A sigh landed beside his pillow, and then quietly dissipated.

When Wen Heng woke up again, the lead-filled heaviness in his limbs and bones had dissipated, his headache subsided slightly, and his body also warmed up. A burst of strong medicinal fragrance wafted over, accompanied by murmuring voices around him: "...Thank you Miracle doctor Xue, thank you."

"It's nothing more than a little effort, so why should nephew be polite. My apprentice is pretty useful and knows some medical skills, so let him stay here to help take care of nephew Yue."

A muffled voice said: "Of order."

"Trouble both of you, Divine Doctor Xue please."

Wen Heng listened intently, and opened his eyes only after the door was closed and the two people talking outside had completely left.Xue Qinglan walked to the bed with the medicine bowl in his hand, lowered his head, and met his gaze, his hands trembled in fright, and almost spilled the medicine.

At this moment, Wen Heng faced him, regained his sanity, and suddenly remembered his actions before he fell asleep. He only thought that his abnormality had frightened Xue Qinglan, and apologized: "I fainted earlier, I didn't mean to offend, I'm sorry."

Xue Qinglan didn't expect him to bring this up again, and she didn't want to make any mistakes, so she nodded, reached out and handed the bowl to Wen Heng, beckoning him to take the medicine.

Wen Heng thanked him, took the medicine and drank it down. Seeing that Xue Qinglan didn't seem to want to talk to him, he thought it was his lingering anger, so he apologized again: "What happened yesterday was a misunderstanding. The brothers and sisters are not malicious, please don't mind. I will compensate you on their behalf."

Xue Qinglan's face was gloomy and gloomy, and he felt like he couldn't speak if he didn't carry it like this. "False feelings" has become a habitual face when facing strangers. The more polite and polite, the more indifferent and alienated it is to cover up I can't help but talk about being affectionate, but I'm actually pushing people away.

"Don't worry about it when you're sick." Xue Qinglan said coolly, "I'm not angry, so there's no need for you to be polite."

"..." Wen Heng choked on him, and said with a wry smile, "What the younger brother taught me is that I must follow the doctor's orders carefully."

"I came to call you earlier because my family teacher was entrusted by Elder Qin to see you." Xue Qinglan asked, "I see your pulse condition, it seems that you have suffered from wind-cold in the past. What is the symptom?"

"It's not this." Wen Heng said calmly, "It's because my physique is naturally different from ordinary people, so I can't practice martial arts."

Xue Qinglan was startled, and glanced at the long sword beside the bed: "But you are not..."

Wen Heng followed his gaze, and explained: "You can practice swords without internal strength, but you can only get the appearance, not the inside, and it is difficult to compete with the masters."

Xue Qinglan murmured: "So that's the case."

"Huh?" Wen Heng asked, "What's so 'so'?"

He didn't mean to say anything, but his eyes immediately drifted away, and he replied as if nothing had happened: "No wonder the master is willing to agree to Elder Qin. I think he has never seen this kind of symptom before." He warned: "Your disease is caused by exogenous pathogenic factors, which affected the root of the previous disease. You need two bowls of medicine a day, and you can rest in peace. After three days, you can get out of bed and walk around. I will come to decoct the medicine every morning and evening, so you don't need to intervene. "

Although he was young, he was serious and neat when instructing the patients with a sullen face. Wen Heng was clearly arranged, and while his hands were tied, he felt an inexplicable sense of freshness.

It may be that Xue Qinglan is really not like a doctor. In Wen Heng's eyes, he is still a half-year-old, with a fierce face, but a soft heart.There was clearly concern in his eyes, and he insisted on pretending to be indifferent.

After Xue Qinglan instructed him, she turned around and was about to leave, when she suddenly remembered to ask one more question: "You can't get out of bed, how will you arrange three meals a day?"

Wen Heng blinked, and returned a blank and innocent look.

"...That's enough." Xue Qinglan said helplessly, "I see."

He closed the door and left, taking away the last bit of heat and popularity, and the room became quiet again.Wen Heng stared at the empty medicine bowl beside the table in a daze, but what he thought was that Xue Qinglan's master was the famous "Sage of Remaining Immortal" Xue Ci.

Reason is clear, but there is always a layer of floating doubts in his heart, shrouded in thoughts like a veil.

Xue Qinglan has nothing to do with A Que in terms of background or character, but the two have an indescribably similar quality, especially when they see each other or distinguish them vaguely, he always makes him unconsciously misidentify them.

How could he be mistaken?

There was a fluttering sound outside the window, as if it was a bird taking off from the treetops and fluttering its wings. Wen Heng woke up suddenly from his meditation, and suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly.

Even though Xue Qinglan and Ah Que are three points similar, it's not that they are not after all. He doesn't have to force the relationship between the two to find a grand excuse for his obsession.

In the winters of these years, every few days, even if he saw the mountain wind and white snow, Wen Heng would still think of that period of escape. The unforgettable thing is not only the parting of life and death, but also his powerless self.But this year, this memory is particularly thrilling, probably because I happened to be sick by coincidence, and there happened to be a young man of the same age by my side.

For the next three days, Xue Qinglan would come to the door every day to make medicine and deliver meals by the way.The more we get along, the more Wen Heng observes: Xue Qinglan is not very talkative and has a cold temper. It seems that he is not easy to provoke, but in fact it is not a small firecracker.The only time he showed impatience in front of Wen Heng was when he first met and slammed the door and left. Since then, when the two got along, although they often had disagreements and choked each other to death, they rarely turned their faces.

During this period, Xue Ci had another consultation for him alone, but nothing unexpected was said, and he was still helpless.However, Wen Heng accidentally mentioned Xue Qinglan when he was polite to him. Xue Ci didn't mind his apprentice hanging out with him all day, and even said kindly: "This child has lived in the mountains since he was a child, and he has no playmates of the same age. Dealing with medicinal materials every day, his personality is unavoidably withdrawn. It's rare for him to make friends with you, if Nephew Yue doesn't dislike it, please mention him more."

After he left, Xue Qinglan entered the door, picked up the teapot and poured Wen Heng a glass of water, her face was normal, but her hands were trembling, and she even spilled half of the glass.

"What's wrong?" Wen Heng immediately asked sharply, "You didn't burn your hands, did you?"

Xue Qinglan pursed her lips and said, "Not careful."

Wen Heng didn't know why he suddenly became nervous, and deliberately teased him: "Just now I mentioned you to Miracle Doctor Xue, he said that you spend all day here, only caring about fun, and told me to urge you not to waste your homework."

Xue Qinglan knew that he was talking nonsense as soon as he heard it, but his hands stopped shaking, and he handed him the cup: "Really?"

Wen Heng asked with great interest: "What homework do you do on weekdays, memorizing the "Book of Medicine", cutting medicinal materials, or digging herbs in the mountains?"

Xue Qinglan fell silent for a moment, and then said: "It's almost... all boring things."

Without waiting for Wen Heng to ask, he took back Wen Heng's empty cup, put it upside down on the tea tray, forcibly ended the topic, and said lightly and unquestionably: "There will be a celebration tomorrow, so it's not appropriate to bother your mind, let's rest early."