Daoist, he doesn't understand love

Ling Weiyun lived in the palace for a few days, calling it to the outside world to recuperate his illness, but Ti Ye really put on a show, inviting different imperial physicians to come for consultation every day, all of them first frowned and thought, then shook their heads and sighed, Express helplessness.

Ling Weiyun thought to himself, his illness was caused by the incompatibility of body and soul, it would be a ghost if any doctor could cure it.

He was not at all surprised by such a result, nor did he feel disappointed, but Ti Ye's face was not very good-looking, he probably felt that even if the entire Tai Hospital could not overcome one disease, it really had a bad reputation for the Tai Hospital, so he scolded on the spot waste.

Just in time for today's consultation, the old doctor was scolded face to face, his wrinkled old face was wrinkled with grievance, and he didn't dare to refute.

Seeing this, Ling Weiyun couldn't help but said: "Doctors can cure diseases and save people, but there are thousands of diseases in the world, and there is no cure for any disease."

Ti Ye's face was still heavy, but he didn't say anything else, and waved his hand impatiently to let them go down.

The unlucky imperial physician led the little medical boy down, and Yun Xin went to see it off in person, all the way to the gate of the hall, but the old imperial physician was still unhappy.

After all, he has practiced medicine for most of his life, not to mention the royal family, and the emperor has served him for several generations. The old doctor has never been wronged like this.

Yun Xin stood still at the entrance of the hall, and apologized to the imperial physician: "I have to work with the imperial physician today."

The imperial physician responded lukewarmly, and said: "Your Majesty has such high requirements, and the old minister seems to be unable to do so. Let someone else come in in the future."

Yun Channel: "How can it be, Doctor Zhang, you are an old man in the Imperial Hospital. You are the only one in the Imperial Hospital. Even you are not competent. Who else can be qualified?"

The imperial physician blew on his beard, showing that he was still angry.

Yun Xin said again: "Yun Xin also knows that the imperial physician has suffered some grievances today, but the son inside is very important in His Majesty's heart, His Majesty is very worried, and his words will inevitably become irritable, you must not take it to heart. "

When the imperial physician heard this, a shocked and gossip expression appeared on his wrinkled old face. He glanced inward, lowered his voice furtively, and asked half-believingly, "Is the one inside really the same as Your Majesty?"

Yun Xin didn't answer, just said: "In the future, my son will still need to be a doctor, please pay more attention."

The old doctor pondered for a while, stretched out his hand to stroke his gray beard, and said: "This is natural, and the doctor is benevolent, and this old man still has it."

Yun Xin replied yes with a smile, and respectfully sent the imperial doctor away.

Once the imperial physician and Yun Xin left, only Ling Weiyun and Ti Ye were left in the room.

Ling Weiyun had just been diagnosed with a pulse, and his sleeves were rolled up a bit, exposing a section of his wrist. Because he was too thin, the protruding wrist bones were very conspicuous. Ti Ye saw it, and frowned, saying: "You It's too skinny."

Ling Weiyun took it as a kind of caring for the time being, and didn't think it was disobedient, so he pulled down his sleeves, sat in front of the bed, and said to Ti Ye: "You don't need to see the imperial doctor anymore, my illness was brought from my mother's womb Yes, there is no cure for medicine and stone."

He looked at Ti Ye, and said bluntly: "There is only one solution, you know it."

Of course Ti Ye knew what the solution he was talking about was, and his ears felt hot, but he said in his mouth: "There are so many famous doctors in the world, maybe there is another way?"

Otherwise, it would be too insecure to just rely on this kind of magic stick.

Ti Ye believes in the power of medicine even more.

Ling Weiyun groaned, paused, and asked suddenly: "Is it because you don't want to have anything to do with me, so you want to cure me as soon as possible, and you will be relieved."

Ti Ye remained silent for a while.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Ling Weiyun probably meant it by default, so he couldn't help but sighed, and said: "That's why you call the imperial doctor so diligently for diagnosis and treatment, and you come here every day to see if there is any other way for me to help you. cure?"

Ti Ye's cheeks moved, and an unnatural expression appeared on his face. Of course, he couldn't just say that he came here every day because he wanted to see him. He was ashamed and annoyed, and said in a vicious voice: "You think so much What are you doing, don't think about it, just treat your illness properly."

Ling Weiyun couldn't see the embarrassment of the other party, and he didn't quite understand that when facing the person he likes, out of self-esteem or other factors, people more or less have to cover up their feelings , but can not be honest.

Human minds are too subtle and complicated, Ling Weiyun still has a lot to figure out, but seeing Ti Ye's ferocious face, as if very impatient, he couldn't help but feel disappointed, and said: "Okay, then today the imperial physician will also You're here, you can go."

Ti Ye choked up, but fortunately, she quickly found a reason and said, "You haven't given me what I want."

What he said, of course, was a clue about the person he was looking for.

Ling Weiyun said: "I'm still recollecting and sorting out, so I can give it to you in a while."

Of course, he was actually trying his best to delay the progress, otherwise what would happen if Ti Ye didn't need him after he finished, and would just send him away.

Ti Ye looked at him: "Oh, really?"

Ling Weiyun nodded without showing any sign of guilt.

Hearing this, Ti Ye simply sat down at the table.

Ling Weiyun showed doubts.

Ti Ye said confidently, "I'll stay and watch you."

Ling Weiyun: "..."

There was an overseer watching over him, and Ling Weiyun couldn't make it too obvious.

He decided to draw a portrait of that person first, on the grounds that he felt nervous with someone around him, his mind went blank, and he couldn't think of too many things.

He pretended to hold the pen, stood in front of the table, frowned deeply, adding strokes on the drawing paper from time to time.

The person in the painting undresses and robes, standing under an autumn tree, dressed in white—originally in green, but Ti Ye refused, so he insisted on painting the person in white.

"Anyway, it's just the color of the clothes, almost nothing."

When Ti Ye said this, Ling Weiyun let him go.

Then when it comes to drawing the contours of the facial features, Ling Weiyun naturally can't really draw his own appearance truthfully, the eyebrows and eyes are intentionally drawn differently.

As a result, Ti Ye frowned fiercely: "No, that's not the case."

Ling Weiyun: "?"

Before Ling Weiyun could react, the back of his hand felt hot, and Ti Ye directly grabbed his wrist.

Ti Ye held him, controlling the strength and whereabouts of the pen, and forcibly changed a few strokes on the portrait.

It's just a few strokes, but the facial expression of the person in the painting is completely different from what it was just now.

Ling Weiyun looked intently and couldn't help being stunned.

Such cold brows and cold demeanor, even if he painted it himself, he might not be able to paint it so vividly.

It was as if he was looking at himself right in front of his eyes.

Looking at the person in the painting, Ti Ye seemed to be in a daze for a moment.

He only saw this person in the painting, but there seemed to be a portrait engraved in his mind, which was not very clear, and it was difficult to understand the words, but at the moment when he picked up the pen, his hand seemed to have his own consciousness, as if he had rehearsed it long ago Thousands of times, it was drawn so smoothly.

Both of them were stunned for a while, until Ling Weiyun moved, wanting to withdraw his hand.

He also muttered in his mouth: "Obviously I was the one to draw, why did you get involved instead?"

The surprise in my heart lasted for a long time.

He almost wondered if Ti Ye had pretended to have amnesia to play tricks on him.

Ti Ye came back to his senses, but didn't let go of Ling Weiyun's hand. He frowned, looked at the person in the portrait again, and asked, "Is this the person you've seen before?"

Ling Weiyun was silent for a moment, and replied: "Yes, this one is more similar."

There was a bit of reluctance in his tone.

"Look at you, you need me to change the painting like this." Ti Ye snorted lightly, and said, "Forget it, let me teach you how to draw."

So Ti Ye stood behind Ling Weiyun, held his hand, and taught Ling Weiyun to finish drawing his own portrait stroke by stroke.

It's really hard to describe the taste.

Anyway, after finishing the painting, Ling Weiyun felt that half of his body was numb, especially the back that was close to Ti Ye's chest.He was inexplicably short of breath, and his body was a little hot.

Ti Ye was still close to him, her lips were close to his ears, her voice was a little hoarse for some reason, and said: "Look again, how does this painting look like now, does it look like it?"

Ling Weiyun barely raised his eyelids, and looked at himself in the portrait, who was looking at him and the people behind him with those calm, desolate eyes.

Ling Weiyun met the eyes of the person in the painting, feeling somewhat ashamed inexplicably.

It’s as if being examined by the past self, the ruthless self in the past, who has always been deserted, is questioning the present self: What’s going on with you now, have you forgotten your Taoist heart is pure, why is your heart beating? In such a hurry, why are you blushing, what are you longing for.

... Are you really in love with the person behind you with a human heart?

Ling Weiyun moved his lips soundlessly.

He answered in his heart to his past self.

Yes, he fell in love with this man.

I don't know the origin of the love, maybe as early as he was Ti Ye's senior brother, as early as when he became Ti Ye's Taoist partner, he already had a heart of admiration for this person.

It's just that he has lost all the memories of the period in Dao Yizong in the past, and when he was in Yunye Mountain, he lost a heart capable of loving others, so he was forced to remain silent.

Maybe he fell in love with Ti Ye a long time ago, but he forgot and didn't know.

But now, he just regained that feeling.

As early as the moment he learned that he had a heart, he knew that he loved this person.

Ti Ye hadn't heard the answer from the person in his arms for a long time. He deliberately put himself and the other party very close, so close that he could hear the other party's heartbeat.

He heard the other party's heart beating fast, with a heavy sound.

He lowered his head, moved closer to the other party, pressed his lips against the other's earlobe, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

The person in the arms finally said: "...the painting is very similar, more than the one I drew myself."

Ti Ye grinned slightly, couldn't help being a little proud, and heard the other party ask: "Why?"

Ti Ye was taken aback.

Ling Weiyun asked him: "Why is there such a resemblance, haven't you seen him in person?"

For a moment, Ti Ye also showed a confused look in his eyes, as if he himself was also very confused about this.

Ling Weiyun turned around, looked up at Ti Ye, and saw the confusion in his eyes.

Knowing that he didn't lie to himself, he didn't deliberately play tricks on himself.

He had indeed lost his memory, completely forgetting himself.

But even so, he subconsciously knew what he should look like.

She always only wears white clothes, is cold and cheerless, half-raised her eyelids, and has no emotions.

That was probably the most and deepest impression I gave him, making him forget everything, and he still remembered his indifferent appearance.