Itching every day without a few chrysanthemums

Yes, I suddenly feel so much love together~ Puff~

╮(╯▽╰)╭, I suddenly regretted my own settings, just put aside the settings of the past and present life, how good is the simple rhetoric~

~~~~(>_<)~~~~, I have to be determined, and I will write a simple little article in the future~

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Hua Xiaomo opened a corner of the curtain, looking at the city wall under the sky full of yellow sand, and then at the gray sky, he couldn't help squinting, and after a while, he looked back at the man in white who was flipping through books with downcast eyes, I don't know what to think of, and the corners of my lips are slightly curved.

Sensing the young man's gaze, Bai Chen tilted his head, a ray of affection slowly rippling in his black eyes, and his thin lips curled into a slight curve.

"Bai Chen, you look so handsome when you smile." Fingering Bai Chen's lips, Hua Xiaomo looked like an idiot: "You just look good."

The other two men in the car glanced at the smiling young man each, one continued to sleep lightly, and the other aggressively hugged the young man on his lap and wrapped his arms around it.

"Your legs are awkward, and there are no fur cushions for comfort." Hua Xiaomo muttered, twisted his buttocks, adjusted his posture, and lay down on Jiuxiao's body without moving.

The carriage stopped at the foot of the carriage, Xu Mao and Yan Xiaoyi's excited voices were heard outside, Hua Xiaomo was carried off the carriage as if it was fragile, and he saw the servants and servants at the gate of the mansion, a young man in plain clothes in the crowd Eye-catching, one is because of his outstanding appearance, and the other is because of those red eyes.

Hua Xiaomo clasped Luo Jiuxiao's shoulders and looked at the owner of those eyes. The other party smiled at him, his eyes were moist, and then he saw the young man crying.

The next day Hua Xiaomo asked Nanfeng to go out and buy a little white rabbit.

"Master, you can't touch this, just hold it in your hands." Seeing Hua Xiaomo stretching out his hand, Nanfeng was startled, and subconsciously used lightness kung fu to land three feet away.

Hua Xiaomo: "..."

"Master, Hall Master Feng has also explained that it is true that small animals are not allowed to be touched." The girl in black on the side whispered.

Glancing at the two pretty beauties beside her, Hua Xiaomo curled her lips, Luo Jiuxiao was really fast, as soon as they landed, Ye Mulan and Hibiscus came over.

Resisting the urge to touch the fluff, Hua Xiaomo frowned, he naturally knew Luo Jiuxiao's intentions, he couldn't trust Qin Yi, his own people were more secure, he agreed with that, but he couldn't even trust Mulan and Hibiscus.

"Let's go." Hua Xiaomo smiled at Nanfeng who was holding the little white rabbit, "Be careful that it sprinkles water on you."

sprinkle water?Nan Feng was stunned for a moment before he understood, the hand holding the rabbit trembled a little, and after walking a few steps, he looked down, extremely cautious.

Asking the maids in the mansion, Hua Xiaomo and his group walked to a small, clean courtyard. As soon as they walked in, they saw the young man squatting in the flowerbed pruning the flower branches. The warm sunlight shone on the young man's emaciated face. Xiao Mo felt a sense of sadness in his heart, he called out loudly: "Worriless."

The scissors fell to the ground, Wuyou heard the sound, straightened up at a loss to look at the young man at the gate of the courtyard, he stood stiffly on the spot, not knowing whether it was excitement or something, his whole body was trembling, his eye circles were faintly red.

When Hua Xiaomo saw it, was he going to cry again?He didn't understand why this young man cried several times when he saw him.

"I look scary?" Touching her face, Hua Xiaomo said to herself, "I shouldn't, why is he just a pretty boy..."

Nanfeng and Mulan Mujin beside them turned their eyes away to look to the side.

Unable to understand, Hua Xiaomo stepped forward and asked softly, "Wuyou, are you afraid of me?"

Wuyou shook his head violently, seeing the young man getting closer, he trembled in panic, the tears streaming down his face, blurring those beautiful big eyes.

"Mulan." Hua Xiaomo had a headache, took the handkerchief Mulan handed over, and wanted to wipe the tears on the young man's face, but when he saw that the other person was shaking even more, he shoved the handkerchief into the other person's hand in discouragement.

Pointing to the little white rabbit in Fengfeng's arms, Hua Xiaomo tried to divert the other's attention: "Wuyou, do you like little rabbits?"

As soon as the words came out, the young man's whimpering stopped suddenly, and he only stared at the rabbit with those wet eyes, with a strange expression on his face.

"When I saw you for the first time, I thought you were like a little rabbit." Like the little rabbit I raised, Hua Xiaomo added silently in his heart.

Wuyou was shocked, and suddenly looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes widened a little, trying to see something from the young man's eyes a little nervously, after a while his eyes dimmed slightly.

The change in this scene was extremely short, and only Nan Feng, who has always been observant, caught it. He secretly suppressed the confusion in his heart, and his face remained calm.

Wuyou made an ah-ah sound in his throat, pointing at the rabbit and pointing at himself, with a smile on his face.

"I bought it for you." Hua Xiaomo paid attention to the change of expression on Wuyou's face, and had a panoramic view of the emotional fluctuations in the other's eyes.

I can't help being a little puzzled, it's just a rabbit, how can it be as happy as winning some baby.

Asking Nanfeng to give the rabbit to Wuyou, Hua Xiaomo walked through this small courtyard on his own. thought.

But, could Wuyou's voice be the fault of Qin Yi?Or someone else?Hua Xiaomo smacked his lips, the emperor's family has a lot of gossip, everyone in the palace can win the Golden Horse Award.

After walking around for a while, Hua Xiaomo was so tired that he sat on a round stool in the living room to rest, and after a while, he saw Wuyou walking in with a plate of pastries.

He said ah ah a few times, Wuyou wiped the sweat from his forehead, and smiled at Hua Xiaomo, very happily.

Hua Xiaomo held back the disgusting thoughts, took a bite of a pastry under Wuyou's expectant eyes, swallowed it vaguely, and nodded: "It's delicious."

Wuyou showed joy, and stared fixedly at Hua Xiaomo, with deep joy in his eyes.

After taking a sip of tea, Hua Xiaomo's face turned pale and his stomach felt unwell. He swallowed and rushed out the door to see: "Mujin, pack this plate of pastries and take them home."

"Yes." Mu Jin walked in and took a look at the young man, then lowered her head and took away the remaining cakes.

"Wuyou, when did your voice break down?" Hua Xiaomo stared at Wuyou and asked aloud.

His finger stroked a number on the desktop, and Wuyou had a smile on his face, as if the past seven years were really just a snap of his fingers, and it was as if he had never experienced all the pain and suffering.

Hua Xiaomo rubbed his chin, seven years ago, so long, "Let me see."

Wuyou was stunned for a moment, the boy was still pinching his chin in a daze, the breath on his lips was warm, and the boy's very soft voice was next to his ears, just like a dream.

Without great power, without an insurmountable distance, everything is unreal, and that unique warmth is refuting his doubts.

"Open your mouth, ah, yes, that's it, um, Wuyou did a good job." Hua Xiaomo felt like an old pedant guiding a student who wanted to be affirmed but lost his way, breaking the opponent's defense little by little.

Wuyou raised his head in a daze, and cooperated with the boy's mouth wide open, the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes slid into his hair. When he came back to his senses, he found that he stretched out his arms to embrace the boy at some point.

Dazed by the astonishing feeling of a child being thrown into the arms of his mother, Hua Xiaomo paused, then raised his hand to pat Wuyou's back: "Wuyou, I will heal you and let you speak."

Through a layer of clothing, Hua Xiaomo frowned at the touch under her fingertips, she was too thin.

Wuyou let go of his hands in a panic to wipe his eyes, smiled through tears, and kept nodding his head, that kind of smile was so gentle that one couldn't help but want to cherish it.

I must have seen it before, what is this familiar feeling, Hua Xiaomo frowned, and sighed in frustration, could it be the sequelae of time travel?

"Worriless, eat more in the future, don't worry, I will help you."

But Wuyou just looked at him and smiled.

Mulan's calm voice sounded outside the door: "Master, it's time to go back."

Hua Xiaomo twitched his mouth, and continued to take medicine and vomit medicine every day. If this continues, the child will not be born, and he will ascend to heaven first.

"Worriless, I'll see you next time."

With a cry, Wuyou got up and ran away in a hurry. When she came back, she was holding a pot of unknown flowers in her hand. It was very colorful, with very few leaves, and the layers of bright red petals rolled down slightly. It was very beautiful. It was Hua Xiaomo's first feeling.

Fuck, it looks like the flower on his back, this is Hua Xiaomo's second feeling, it's very bad.

"Then I'm leaving." Catching the potted flower and taking a closer look, Hua Xiaomo's eyes twitched, it was too similar.

The hall fell into a quiet atmosphere, Wuyou buried his head between his legs, clenched his teeth, the pain in his heart made him breathless, quietly waiting for the knife-like pain to pass.

On the way back, Hua Xiaomo asked casually as he walked, "Why do you say Wuyou always cries?"

Looking down at the bright red flowers in his hand, Nan Feng replied truthfully: "I don't know."

Mulan and Mujin shook their heads together, but they didn't know that there was Rong Mowu's image on that young man, who was equally elegant, but with a layer of deep worry.

Touching his abdomen, Hua Xiaomo's tone was still casual: "I like him."

Nanfeng staggered when he heard the words, and said in his heart, he could see it, while Mulan Mujin showed a flat expression, as if he had already seen the clue.

"I want to raise him." Hua Xiaomo was immersed in his own thoughts, the corners of his lips curled up: "The more he looks, the more he looks like a bunny."

Mulan's expression suddenly became solemn: "Master, don't mention this sentence again in the future."

Mu Jin next to him also put away the calm expression on his face: "Let the leader know, I'm afraid it will do a hundred harms to that young man but not any benefit."

Nan Feng looked away from the potted flower, "Maybe there will be a disaster of death."

Some bloody images appeared in his mind, Hua Xiaomo twitched the corners of his mouth and said no more, but his heart was itchy like a cat's paw had been scratched.

"Where is he?"

As Hua Xiaomo spoke suddenly, two men appeared in front of him, one in gray and one in black.

"Master is outside the city."

"Your Highness is in the study."

Two equally cold tones uttered in unison, coupled with two dull faces, at first glance they looked like two brothers.

The corner of Hua Xiaomo's mouth twitched violently, he waved his hand, and the next moment, the two of them disappeared from the spot together.

"Master, are you going outside the city or in the study?" Nan Feng asked in a low voice, with a smile in his words.

Staring at him, Hua Xiaomo rolled his eyes: "I'm not going anywhere, I'm going back to my room to sleep." After speaking, he quickened his pace and left.

But when he got back to the residence, Hua Xiaomo couldn't fall asleep. Although he was very tired physically, he had something on his mind, and as soon as he lay down, there was Wuyou's face full of tears.

"Dabai, where is he?" Rolling up his sleeves, he poked at the flying insects that never seemed to get enough sleep.

The flying insect turned over, exposing its belly, as if it was waiting for something.

When Hua Xiaomo saw this posture, he couldn't help wanting to pinch the little white bug to death. He stretched out his index finger and gently stroked the flying bug's belly a few times.

Seeing that the flying insects are still maintaining this posture, Hua Xiaomo is confused: "It's almost done, don't push yourself too hard."

In fact, he often talks casually, and still can't believe that the insects can understand what he said, but the facts are presented in front of him again and again, forcing him to believe, just like this time, the flying insects spread their wings and flew in front of him for a while He changed direction and flew out.

After dismissing Mulan Mujin who was following him, Hua Xiaomo followed the flying insect to a room in the backyard. He pointed at his sleeve, and the flying insect flew into the sleeve the next moment.

Hua Xiaomo approached with light steps, pierced the paper window with his finger, and everything in the house was printed in his eyes.

He knew that he couldn't be distracted when developing the drug, so he just leaned over the window and looked at it for a while, then turned and left.

The man in white who was studying the prescription in the room raised his eyes to look at the window, his black eyes flickered, and he took a long time to look away.

After leaving the backyard, Hua Xiaomo wandered around the study for a while, looked at the sky, gritted his teeth, and walked over.

Just as he was about to explain his purpose, he saw the guards at the door walking around as if they couldn't see him.

Hua Xiaomo was stunned for a while, then rubbed his hands, could it be that the guards of the City Lord's Mansion have poor eyesight?

Seeing that those people didn't have the slightest intention to step forward to stop it, Hua Xiaomo knocked on the door, but there was no response, he tried to push it, and the door creaked open.

It's as simple as waiting for him.

Hua Xiaomo took a deep breath and stepped in. As soon as he entered, he saw a man in black who bowed his head on the desk and was reviewing something.

His eyes swept over the other party's cold and serious face, and he began to back off. If he did not die, he would not die. He moved secretly towards the door, but he never thought that the other party would suddenly raise his head and grab him: "Come in."

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Hua Xiaomo had no choice but to bite the bullet and close the door, walking in with erratic eyes.

"Do you like to stand?" Qin Yi said in a low voice, seeing the young man shrinking cautiously in a corner, frowning slightly.

Hearing this, Hua Xiaomo immediately picked the nearest chair and sat down, with her back straight and her legs closed, as if sitting upright.

Neither of them opened their mouths, the study was peaceful, Qin Yi continued to concentrate on reviewing the papers, Hua Xiaomo had already changed several postures.

I don't know how long it took, but Hua Xiaomo became more and more anxious. He stuttered and said, "Wu...Wuyou's father..." I wonder if he was too nervous, his abdomen hurt slightly, his eyebrows frowned A pattern fastened the armrest of the chair.

Qin Yihuo, who had been paying attention to the young man's every move, got up, strode over, his face darkened, and involuntarily picked up the young man who was trying to escape and walked into the inner room.

Hua Xiaomo's whole body was stiff, like a piece of wood, he didn't dare to move around, probably something more terrifying distracted his attention, and he ignored the pain in his abdomen.

Hua Xiaomo breathed a sigh of relief until he left the terrifying atmosphere of iron and blood: "Where is his father?"

Qin Yi smoothed the quilt, rushed outside and said coldly: "Let Zhongping come in."

Knowing that someone had notified the doctor in the mansion, Hua Xiaomo took his own pulse first to make sure there was nothing serious before continuing with the previous topic: "Worriless living alone will be very lonely, although I gave a rabbit to him, but it doesn't replace something."

Hua Xiaomo swallowed: "I heard that his father is in your hands, if you reunite their father and son, he will be grateful to you."

It is said that?This matter is not a nursery rhyme in Huangkou's mouth, so easy to hear, Qin Yi's eyes sank: "Is this what he meant?"

"It's my own idea." Hua Xiaomo lowered his eyes and said softly.

There was a long silence after that, Hua Xiaomo waited and waited and didn't hear Qin Yi speak, so he thought that the other party had acquiesced, so he asked with a smile: "Then when did you let his father go?"

"Did I agree?" Qin Yi raised his eyelids, stared at the young man's bright eyes, and said calmly.

Hua Xiaomo: "..."

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There was another silence, and the two stayed silent for a while.

Hua Xiaomo's abdomen started to hurt again, this time it was more clear than last time, the weird feeling like being poked by something made him roll up, and a thin layer of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

Qin Yi, who kept a solemn expression on his face and was a little anxious in his heart, saw the young man's pale face, and his heart tightened. He leaned over and picked him up, put him on his lap, and lightly touched his abdomen with his right hand.

"Medicine...in the clothes..." Hua Xiaomo grabbed Qin Yi's sleeve and spewed out a few words intermittently between his teeth.

Hearing this, Qin Yi immediately put his hand into Hua Xiaomo's lapel. The warmth of the touch and the unique aura of a young man made him feel hot, and he was stunned for a moment before continuing to grope.

"Touch... Where are you touching..." Hua Xiaomo raised his hand and patted Qin Yi's back. He really wanted to pat hard, but he didn't have much strength from the pain. He gasped and said, "... bottle."

Qin Yi shrugged, took out a white jade bottle from Hua Xiaomo's arms, took off the stopper and poured out a pill for him to take.

"Water..." The pill that he made himself got stuck in his throat, and Hua Xiaomodan was in pain, especially now that the only person around him still had a brain hole.

He got up and poured a glass of water, walked over to Hua Xiaomo and handed it to Hua Xiaomo's mouth. Qin Yi wiped the hand that was accidentally splashed by the water on his clothes.

"Wuyou...Wuyou's father..." After taking a few sips of water and swallowing the medicine, Hua Xiaomo relieved a little, and then began to perform the old tricks. He pulled Qin Yi's sleeve, begging, with The still bloodless face on his face looked very miserable.

Qin Yi lightly pulled the corner of his lips, put his hand on the boy's fair hand, and then easily moved his hand away under the expectant eyes of the other party.

"rest."

Lord, what do you mean by this?Hua Xiaomo has a headache.

After a while, he saw the sound of chaotic footsteps approaching outside, and Hua Xiaomo saw a swarm of people rushing in and standing by the bed, all of them looked heavy, and he suddenly became ill. At this time, did he What last words should I say?

Glancing at the leader who had rushed back from outside the city and the hero who had withdrawn from drug development, he moved his lips, not knowing what to say.

It was the old man who went up to give him his pulse, Zhong Ping, a doctor in the mansion. He was once an old doctor in the palace. He was also unlucky. The whole family was taken here by Qin Yi, and as time went by, he was willing to work under Qin Yi.

"My lord, the young master is fine, it's just..." Zhong Ping paused hesitantly, his accusing eyes swept over Bai Chen, Luo Jiuxiao, Qin Yi, and finally stopped on Hua Xiaomo , coughed: "Take it easy for the time being, don't be too hasty, otherwise..."

The ending sound is eerily long, and the hidden words in the second half can make people kick him.

A suspicious blush appeared on Hua Xiaomo's pale face. When he and Bai Chen were taking a bath together last night, he couldn't control himself for a while and gnawed on one of them. He rolled the sheets, but in the end he didn't dare to shoot.

The culprit, the paralyzed hero, still had an expressionless face, but the breath around his body was snow from a icy place, frowning and listening to Zhong Ping's instructions seriously.

The state of Luo Jiuxiao is not ideal, the whole body is constantly releasing coercion, the haze on the face is extremely heavy, the smell of blood invades the flowing air, the nearby Nanfeng sweetened his throat, and hurriedly ran away, while an old man Zhong Ping, who had a bone, was dragged away by Xu Mao in time.

"Bai Chen, you still touch him knowing that he is inconvenient now, do you want his life?" Luo Jiuxiao pointed at Bai Chen and scolded angrily, almost yelling at the end.

That monster's face suddenly turned ferocious, his eyes were dyed bloodthirsty red, and the bright red toga fluttered strangely, ready to kill at any moment, Hua Xiaomo's heart skipped a beat, he almost forgot, no matter how this person looks But the devil is still there in the interior.

Glancing at him indifferently, the emotions in Bai Chen's eyes were also revealed, as if clouds were gathering and heavy rain was approaching.

This time, he was more disturbed than anyone else. He was just not good at expressing his emotions.

"Yes...it's me..." Pushing herself up and sitting up, Hua Xiaomo's old face was very hot.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said the words, the atmosphere became more solidified.

Bai Chen stared fixedly at the young man who was nervous for him on the bed, his black eyes were dark, Luo Jiuxiao saw that the interaction between the two of them became more and more angry, Qin Yi ordered Yan Xiaoyi to go down to get the medicine, and only glanced at the corner of his eyes The young man thought to himself, he was still quite stupid.

Even Nanfeng, who had been staying far away, had an expression of "Master, you are hopeless".

Well, I originally wanted to extinguish the fire, but who knew that a layer of oil was poured on it, and the fire burned bigger and bigger.

Hua Xiaomo lay back on the couch again, turned his back to them, and closed his eyes to sleep.

After that day, Hua Xiaomo's physical reaction became more and more obvious. He vomited out after eating a little food, and sometimes he vomited only after drinking water, and his chubby face also lost weight. Can't afford the slightest effort.

Mulan Mujin and Nanfeng tried their best to search all the snacks in Bashu, hoping that their master could eat something, but the effect was not very good.

For more than half a month, Hua Xiaomo's white and tender face was a little sallow, and the mood of going to the Abyss of Fallen was gone, and the refining of medicine for Wuyou could not proceed as usual. He can't touch the medicine, so he has to take it slow.

It's getting colder, Hua Xiaomo's daily schedule is to lie on the bed in the morning and feel his stomach in a daze, at noon a few men surround him to watch him eat and vomit, and in the afternoon he goes to Wuyou to relieve his boredom, and occasionally he comes to help cut Cut flowers and branches, basically don't eat anything at night, only rely on the medicine that Lan Qi left behind when he left, and get up to drink soup when he is really hungry at night, and most of them still vomit.

On the day of Kuo Shi, Hua Xiaomo, who was helping to make dumplings in the kitchen, suddenly knocked over the tray in his hand in pain.

That day was also the most difficult day for all the servants of the City Lord's Mansion. The servants saw maidservants coming in and out of the heavily guarded bedroom, and even guards dragging out fainted people who did not know whether they were alive or dead. The servant recognized him as the sitting doctor of the pharmacy in the city, and the old doctor Zhong was even more anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

From sunrise to sunset, screams of pain came from the room, causing everyone's hearts to hang.

"Wuyou, don't cry anymore." Nan Feng was already anxious, if something happened to the young man who tied the life and death of everyone in the clan, he would have to kill himself.

The young man beside him had been crying all day, and his scalp was trembling when he heard it.

Wuyou rubbed his red and swollen eyes, hugged his knees and whimpered softly, making Nanfeng unable to express the complaints accumulated in his throat for a while, he sighed and sat next to Wuyou, waiting with him.

"My lord, my lord, this old man is incompetent..." Zhong Ping had aged a little in the past few days, and his words were filled with a sense of failure: "Young master's pulse condition is peculiar, and this old man has never seen it in his life, so he dare not give the needle casually."

Qin Yi's face was full of sternness, and he moved his hand to the scabbard: "Old Zhong, you have seen the end of those people with your own eyes, and there will be no useless people around me."

With the sound of dong, Zhongping bent his knees and knelt on the ground, his thin body trembling uncontrollably. He had heard a lot in the palace in his early years.

The deeds of the person in front of him are ruthless and decisive in killing. If a companion is like a tiger, then this person is more terrifying than a tiger. One wrong step, Zhong Ping only regrets his original decision at the moment.

"He's back." Bai Chen, who had been sitting by the bed wiping Hua Xiaomo's sweat, said coldly, with a trace of obvious excitement.

Anxious Luo Jiuxiao and Qin Yi heard the words and looked at the door together. The door was pushed open from the outside, and the man in the blue shirt who strode in was travel-stained. He had long lost the elegance of the past, and his face was tired.

"Everyone go out." Going over several people and going straight to the bed, seeing the young man with his eyes closed tightly, his face as pale as a sheet of paper, and a blue color appearing faintly, Lan Qi changed his face in an instant, and rushed back day and night, fearing that something would happen, and it did happen up.

Seeing that the few people were not moving at all, Lan Qi pursed his lips: "I will do my best." His voice was calm, but the hand that took out the needle bag trembled imperceptibly.

"Lan Qi, even if he dies, I have to see it with my own eyes." Luo Jiuxiao leaned on the bedpost and stared sideways at the young man. His focused eyes could make people drown, but there was a terrifying madness hidden in them: "I'm afraid I'll miss the relationship with him." The opportunity for him to enter the underworld together."

The cold air on Bai Chen's body was overwhelming, his brows were so thick that he couldn't get rid of the melancholy, he held the young man's hand, and the corners of his lips were pursed tightly, which meant that he was determined.

The prince, who considered himself the child's father, silently dismissed the old man who was still immersed in the fear of death, and picked a place to stand.

Lan Qi saw that she couldn't persuade the three of them, so she had to give up, and explained uneasy: "No matter what you see later, I hope you can maintain your inner breath and don't interrupt me."

After finishing speaking, he ordered someone to bring water to wash his hands, and made room for Luo Jiuxiao and Bai Chen. He took out something from his bosom, which was a purple plant, only as long as his index finger, and the whole body exuded purple light.

Bai Chen's pupils shrank slightly, and only recovered for a moment. He was lucky enough to have seen that plant once, and it was still in a scroll of paintings. It was the first time he had seen the real thing.

How did Lan Qi do something that only existed in legends?

Having no time to think about other people's thoughts, Lan went to crush the branches and leaves of the plant and put them on Hua Xiaomo's chest, and immediately saw circles of purple halos swaying, and then disappeared.

After waiting for a while, seeing that Hua Xiaomo's frowning brows were slightly relaxed, Lan Qi took out the silver needle, took a deep breath to calm herself, and then carefully inserted the needle.

There were only tiny painful panting sounds in the room, and the breathing of several men was very light.

All of them are used to seeing life and death, and their hearts have long been numb. This is the first time they have discovered that human life is so precious.

After about a stick of incense, Lan Qi finally landed on the ground with her heart in her arms. Without wiping the sweat off her forehead, she leaned over and kissed Hua Xiaomo's forehead lightly.

"Now five months, what he is enduring is the pain of bone erosion." Lan Qi stroked the boy's abdomen, and said softly: "Ten months, that is the pain of heart piercing."

The movements of her hands paused, Lan Qi lowered her eyes, and her voice trembled a little: "I'm afraid..."

Several people were silent, they were all afraid.

"Mo'er loves this child. He has even chosen a bunch of names. Don't go that way until the last moment." Bai Chen, who has always been reticent, spoke softly, and his cold voice was full of strong emotion.

Why does he not understand the thoughts of several people, children are really not one-tenth as important as teenagers.

Luo Jiuxiao pressed his forehead, his eyes were bloodshot, showing weakness: "Lan Qi, you have a way."

"I need a drop of your blood." Seeing that Luo Jiuxiao was about to touch his wrist with one hand, Lan Qi stopped him: "Don't worry, wait until I gather all the medicines I need."

"After tonight, will it get better?" Qin Yi didn't know medical skills, and he noticed that the boy's breathing was much more stable than before.

Lan Qi let out a tired voice from her nasal cavity, then leaned against the bed with her eyes closed and fell into a light sleep.

At night, when Hua Xiaomo felt uncomfortable, he grabbed the hands of the people around him. His vision was blurred and his brain was chaotic. Shouting words that he didn't even know, his voice became hoarse.

Several men stayed up all night and stayed by the bed. During this period, Bai Chen even played the flute. He endured it several times, but Luo Jiuxiao's killing intent was stronger than his. His clasped palms were bloody and blood flowed down his fingers The seams ticked down, dyeing the edge of the bed red.

Qin Yi's face never slowed down, it was so gloomy that it could make people shudder, and everyone in the house was working in fear, fearing that their heads would move.

Fortunately, this situation did not last for too long. Hua Xiaomo woke up from the coma the next day. After lying in bed for several days, his pale face gradually turned a little bloody.

In a blink of an eye, New Year's Eve was approaching, and the house was full of joy. Hua Xiaomo's appetite was much better than in the past few months. His sharpened chin began to show signs of returning to roundness, and the smile on his face increased.

There was already an obvious bulge in the abdomen, but fortunately it was winter, and he was wearing thick clothes. People who didn't know could only see that he was fat.

There is no snow in Bashu in winter, only dry and cold, and when the wind is strong, it blows like a knife.

The sun in winter is not as scorching as in summer, and it becomes milder and warmer, which makes people can't help but sigh how good it is to be alive.

Sitting on a chair covered with a layer of wool cushions, Hua Xiaomo lay lazily basking in the sun, and there were pastries and tea on the small table next to him. His appetite has increased a lot recently, although he is still a little weak, and his body has sunk a lot. But he was in a good mood.

Ah Qi came back, and they were all reunited.

"Nanfeng, can I go to your house after the Spring Festival is over?" Hua Xiaomo was embarrassed, but there was nothing he could do if the men disagreed.

Nanfeng was grateful that the other party was still thinking about it, and sighed inaudibly: "Master, it is the greatest blessing for our family that you don't have an accident."

Patting the young man on the shoulder, Hua Xiaomo frowned, "Don't worry, I will definitely go." I always felt that I had to go there, and there seemed to be something calling him.

"What kind of New Year's gift does the master want?" Nan Feng smiled and said, "This subordinate has also built a property over the years, which can be regarded as a small achievement."

Hua Xiaomo pouted: "You are really modest."

Nan Feng didn't even talk back, just kept laughing, and concentrated on writing down a bunch of demands thrown out by the young man, most of them were for food, and a few were for fun.

After eating the pastry in his mouth, Hua Xiaomo frowned slightly, and pointed to his stomach: "He kicked me just now."

Luo Jiuxiao, who was obsessed with carving today, put down the knife and wood in his hand, leaned over and put his ear on Hua Xiaomo's abdomen to listen carefully.

"You can't hear it in such thick clothes." Touching the top of the man's white hair, Hua Xiaomo laughed.

Luo Jiuxiao raised his head, raised the corners of his lips and showed a bewitching smile, seeing the obsession in the young man's eyes, he shook his head secretly, and felt that he cherished it very much, and leaned close to his ear and blew, with a low and hoarse voice: "Then Take off your clothes at night and let me listen."

"I have an appointment tonight." Appreciating the expression on the man's face with satisfaction, Hua Xiaomo yawned: "Bai Chen wants to teach me to play the flute."

The eyes of the man in white who bowed his head and turned over the books next to him softened.

Luo Jiuxiao gritted his teeth: "Then tomorrow night."

"I have an appointment tomorrow night." Hua Xiaomo looked up at the sky: "Ah Qi said he would give me a massage."

The man in the blue shirt who refilled the tea had a gentle smile on his face. He laughed out loud when he heard the words, and passed the tea to the boy's mouth to feed him a few sips.

"The night after tomorrow will be fine." The leader's face was completely dark.

Hua Xiaomo got up and straightened his clothes slowly, and grinned at the man who was about to blacken: "The day after tomorrow is Chinese New Year, when the time comes, the two of us will sleep together."

"I'm going to the toilet." After speaking, he walked away, Hua Xiaomo felt the gaze behind him, he shivered, and had a bad feeling.

When he came out of the latrine, Qin Yi still had that serious expression on his face, which could scare people to death. He said in a deep voice, "Come here."

When Hua Xiaomo was sure that he was not joking, he moved over slowly, Qin Yi frowned, took out a jade pendant from his bosom, put it on his neck under the young man's dazed gaze, opened the other's lapel and put it on Put the jade pendant in.

"You can go."

Hua Xiaomo was stunned, turned around and left with an oh, wondering while walking, New Year's gift?

During dinner on New Year's Eve, Hua Xiaomo went to look for Wuyou. Although the other party didn't cry every time he saw him like before, his eyes were still red.

Nanfeng, Xu Mao, Yan Xiaoyi, and Mulan Mujin were all called over, and everyone had a New Year's Eve dinner around the round table.

"Master, you have to keep watch during the Chinese New Year and pray for blessings to your elders."

When he was the little Mo Hua who ran a bookstore and lived a life of ... silk, it was almost normal to stay up until twelve o'clock during the Chinese New Year.

"Is there any mahjong?" Hua Xiaomo asked with a smile while holding the hand stove, "Mahjong?"

Mulan was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled: "Yes, this is the preparation, servant girl."

Glancing at Lan Qi and Bai Chen who were playing chess, and Luo Jiuxiao and Qin Yi who were watching, Hua Xiaomo asked excitedly, "Do you want to play?"

No one answered.

Hua Xiaomo tugged at his hair dejectedly: "You really don't want to play?"

Seeing that several men still ignored him, Hua Xiaomo slapped the table: "Whoever wins the most will be rewarded."

As soon as the words came out, several men who seemed uninterested all turned their eyes to him: "What reward?"

Hua Xiaomo choked, probably out of his head, and said proudly, "It's all fine."

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The author has something to say: Today is really thick and long~~ la la la ~

The small card is still hanging, Wo didn't win it today, hey, Wo is going to die again, the small card should have CP, what do you think~

☆, 61

Following Hua Xiaomo's words, several men looked at him strangely.

Hua Xiaomo swallowed, and hugged the stove a little tighter. For some reason, she suddenly felt like dying.

Heizi was thrown from the fingertips, and landed accurately on the chessboard. Luo Jiuxiao's lips curled up into a clear smile, with a hint of evil: "Mo, it counts?"

"Ah?" Hua Xiaomo was stunned. He looked back at the window, but it wasn't open. Why did he feel a dark wind blowing past him?